Sooooooooo. Its lyke, SUMMER and I'm back to writing baby! A lot of you are probably thinking: well Kyuu-chan if your writing again, then why aren't you updating your other stories? My answer to that would be: you silly ducks, you expect me to actually update stories I've started? HAHAHAHAHA no.

In all seriousness though, I'm going to try and update my current stories soon. Just have to be inspired ya know?

Speaking of inspiration, WELCOME TO CHAPTER ONE OF MY NEW STORY! I was literally being mind-raped by plot bunnies until I finally yelled (out loud mind you), ALRIGHT I GET IT! I'LL GET TO WORK! My outburst attracted many stares... After I finished writing this first chapter I was kinda like, damn Kyuu-chan, you might actually be on to something here. So here's the first chapter of I Remember You. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Baby ducks are yellow. I'm not a farmer. So I don't own baby ducks. Naruto has yellow hair. Sasuke's hair is shaped like a duck's ass. So by that logic, I don't own Naruto.

It was a dark corner.

It was a dark corner in a dark alley in an even darker city where she sat, letting some new stranger take advantage of her on this dark night.

She stared blankly ahead as the man pounded into her roughly, heavy pants echoing loudly in her ears. She gave a small grunt as her head hit the bricks behind her when the man jerked. He gave incoherent moans and gurgles as he thrusted erratically. Taking her rough calloused hands in one of his own disgusting larger ones, he urged her to fondle him.

How could she refuse? He was a client.

The man gave another unintelligible grunt as her hands ghosted over sensitive areas, squeezing and massaging with practiced ease. He picked up the pace.

He wasn't especially attractive, though who was she to talk with her grime coated body, but rather average looking. Then again she wasn't the type to attract handsome looking clients.

It was the same every night. You had to make a living somehow right?

She absentmindedly noted that her routine was rather boring now that she was thinking about it.

Dull.

Predictable.

Easily replaced.

There were times she had female clients though. That had to count for some kind of variety right?

Her eyes, a clouded foggy green due to drug and alcohol abuse, shifted over lazily as though they had all the time in the world. The man yelled an incoherent word while pulling out of her, his release spilling onto the ground. He collapsed on top of her, slight beer gut dragging awkwardly across her midsection while his dirty breath fanned her face.

She couldn't help but wonder if he planned on getting off any time soon.

Finally the man stood up and zipped his pants. After examining her like she was some exotic animal, he threw a small wad of cash at the concrete.

The money hadn't even had time to make contact with the dirty pavement before it was greedily scooped up and tucked hastily away in a hidden pocket. The man leered at her before letting out a sharp cackle.

"Whore." With that he turned and walked away.

She started blankly at him as he walked away, brushing dark, grimy, hair out of her dead eyes- when was the last time she showered anyways?

For the life of her, she couldn't understand if he was trying to insult her.

"Whore."

The word echoed in her ears. It had been spat with such mockery, but why? That was what she was. A common find in this big city. Just nasty, forgotten women trying to make a quick buck.

It was just another fact of the unfortunate existence she led.

This in turn led her back to being unable to comprehend if he was insulting her or not. Surely he would have enough sense to know the word meant as much as the dirt at her feet. The woman shook her head slowly, trying to clear it.

Mustn't over think things now.

Carefully pulling out her earnings of the night, she cradled them as a young mother might hold their newborn. Silently she counted the amount.

She wasn't proficient in math, counting her keeps was always a challenge. However looking at the stack she held so carefully, she judged its weight to be a little more than usual. Bringing the stack close to her chest, she gripped it tightly and released a light, satisfied, sigh.

She grinned a small, ugly, grin that to anyone else would have looked like a rabid dog bearing its teeth in aggression, with her yellowing teeth poking out of stretched and chapped lips. This would be perfect. This would be fun.

Standing, she slowly stumbled out of her corner, a light giggle bursting forth from her vocal cords.

The warehouse was dimly highlighted against the bright moon in the sky. It looked as trashy and abandoned as it was. If one listened closely enough though, they would be able to hear the hum of yelling people and sounds of crashing glass with the heavy throb of a bass. She approached the familiar door and with hardly any difficulty, lifted the old heavy latch and slipped inside.

The interior reeked of an unidentifiable smell. Colorful strobe lights concealed the mass of people in the room and made judging the number a poor fool's game. Bodies ground against each other in time with the loud beat, drunken screams were heard as men gambled and lost, and a smoky haze enveloped the area. She breathed in deeply, finding comfort in the heady scent. She danced through the sweaty, delirious crowd, looking for any familiar faces. Men grabbed at her and she giggled teasingly as she danced aroud them. After a few minutes, her name was called.

"Hey Saya-chan!" She turned and saw exactly who she had been hoping to find. A genuine grin made its way to her lips while she squeezed her way through some other whores and pounced into his lap.

"Naruto-sama," she practically purred. "You've got no idea how badly I wanted to see ya." The blonde man grinned, shifting his knee to accommodate her and the other woman on his lap.

"Why Saya-chan, what could you possibly want to see me for?" She grinned back at him, enjoying the little game he started. Pressing her lips to his pulse, she murmured coyly.

"Got some extra cash tonight and I was just wonderin' if ya could set me up with something that would help me get ridda all that stress buildin' up."

Saya noticed the hand that had moved to the inside of her upper thigh and smirked, letting her tongue creep out to lick at the base of Naruto's neck.

Naruto was different than her clients. She'd met him shortly after she'd begun her life on the streets. He always saw her as pretty, no matter her grimy state, and never failed to tell her so. He was the closest thing she had to a friend.

"Please Naruto-sama?" She whined. He smirked cheekily at her.

"Now now Saya-chan, you know how picky I am about one night stands." Pouting, she stopped her attentions on his neck and crossed her arms under her ample, half-exposed bosom.

"That ain't what I meant and you know it!" She protested.

"You know damn well I want somethin' to smoke!" She added. Her nose wrinkled as Naruto flicked her head.

"Now now Saya-chan, ladies don't use such bad language." Naruto reprimanded. Saya pouted.

"Fuckin' hell Naruto-sama, you got something for me or not?" Chuckling, Naruto reached into his pocket and pulled out a bag filled with a whitish powder.

"Now don't use it all at once." Happily bouncing in his lap, Saya reached for her prize. Once firmly in her grasp, she moved to pay but Naruto stopped her by catching her wrist.

"It's on the house Saya-chan. Although, next time you see me, maybe you'll make it up to me." The young drug lord mumbled suggestively. She beamed up at him.

"You're the best Naruto-sama!" She purred.

"I am aren't I?" He haughtily questioned. She reached up and pressed her lips to his feverishly, letting him force his tongue into her mouth. The two appendages rolled around for dominance, each playfully refusing to back down. When she felt she was running out of air, she pulled back, making sure to bite his bottom lip for good measure. He gave her a pout, obviously displeased with her decision.

"Honestly Saya-chan, you take all the fun out of it." He grouched playfully. She stuck her tongue out, pulling it back in before Naruto tried to grab it again.

"You just have bad breath tonight Naruto-sama." She teased. He gaped indignantly, immediately squawking his protest.

"Look who's talking Saya-chan! When's the last time you had a bath?!" He exclaimed as he held up a piece of dark red dirty hair. Giggling, she flicked his nose and leaned down for one last kiss.

"Bye Naruto-sama." Saya murmured huskily, while grinding on his obvious hard-on. With a giggle she slid off his lap, leaving the red-head remaining on his lap to take care of his dilemma. Now to find a hotel for the night and maybe a shower.

Saya had stumbled away from the warehouse in drunken delight. Wasting no time, she rolled the powder into a piece of paper and lit up. Greedily, she inhaled and waited for the wonderful feeling that came with being high out of your mind. It didn't take long and the effects were mind-boggling. She giggled as smoke lazily curled its way up and disappeared into the atmosphere.

"Saya-chan likes dis stuff." She slurred. Taking a few more wobbly steps, Saya collapsed against the side of a convenience store. She rocked back and forth for a bit, under the impression it was some sort of rollercoaster ride. After she had finished rocking, she took another drag. Her mind seemed fly even higher with the drug.

"Up, up and away!" She chanted lifting her arms and falling on her side as she did so. She laughed hysterically at her clumsiness and rolled on the ground a bit. As she rolled she saw something out of the corner of her eye. She sat up.

"SNAKEY!" She screeched, pointing a dirty finger at a thick stick.

"Saya-chan doesn't like snakes! They're... They're..." she tried to think of a word. "GROSS!" She finally exclaimed. In a disturbingly fluid motion, her arm snapped out and snatched up the stick. Looking at it with delirious distaste, she snapped the thick stick. Saya marvelled at the splinters in her hand.

"Snakey guts. Woahhhh." She stared at the splinters in a daze, giggling mindlessly at the broken wood.

"The snakey's sleeping, shhh." She tried to shush herself. Saya heard soft footsteps approaching moments later.

"Uh oh! Saya-chan will get in trouble for killing the snakey!" She foolishly leapt up and toppled over almost immediately. Smacking her head against the pavement, Saya dazedly stared ahead as the footsteps got louder and closer. With a careless shrug, she waited for heavy eyelids to close as sweet unconsciousness beckoned her into it's waiting arms.

Uchiha Itachi stared at his living room wall, deep in thought. The room was decorated lavishly, the fine taste evident in the expensive couches and imported rugs. A finely decorated room such as this deserved a well-off owner, which fit Itachi to a T. However there seemed to be something out-of-place in this lovely room with its even more gorgeous occupant.

Oh yes, it could be the dirty woman who reeked of sex currently sleeping on his nice expensive couch.

Itachi couldn't even begin to fathom why he had brought this woman into his nice, clean, apartment. Hell, at first he had thought she was dead and had simply meandered over to call for someone to clean her up. However the deep, even breaths had meant she was merely asleep.

Well he had certainly learned his lesson, next time stay away from supposedly dead people.

Maybe this was a silent rebellion against his father? Although he had no clue as to what this little action would be proving. Clean homes were for prestigious families and he no longer cared?

Perhaps he was just subconsciously trying to do a good deed.

He snorted at that thought. Right, like any good deeds he did would make up for the sins he had committed in his life.

His dark gaze flicked over to the couch as the woman shifted in her sleep. Itachi winced as he took in her disgusting appearance, it was a good thing those couches were leather.

Well whatever his reason for bringing her here, he better get her out fast. His fiancée would kill him if she saw some common whore sleeping on his couch.

But she might call off the engagement.

He considered the sleeping woman with a slightly hopeful look.

No, it would be wrong to use someone like that.

What a shame though.

Itachi continued his staring contest with the sleeping woman. He could barely make out any prominent facial features other than the obvious of her mose and mouth her face was so dirty. Her hair was in even worse condition, so knotted and dirty. He was guessing her hair color was brown or dark red. If not, he shuddered at the thought. She was so thin too. When he had found her laying face down by the convenience store, he had a small debate with himself on what to do with her before coming to a conclusion and grudgingly picking her up. Only to be surprised when he discovered she weighed nearly nothing. In fact, the heaviest thing on her body seemed to be her breasts, and he wouldn't deny that they were very nice breasts though it probably wasn't the most appropriate time to notice them.

He was a man. At least he wasn't feeling her up while she was unconscious like some sexual predator.

With a bored sigh he continued his silent vigil, colbat eyes sweeping over the rest of her figure for any noticeable injuries. After a few minutes he began to debate whether or not to wake her up. His patience paid off after another twenty minutes though. The woman slowly began to stir and he slightly leaned forward with intrest.

Saya slowly opened her eyes, feeling a lot more comfortable then she had in a long, long time. Maybe she had made it to that hotel after all. The first thing she saw was an incredibly handsome man.

"Wait, what?"

Doing a double take with her eyes, Saya took in the handsome-no scratch that- downright sexy man in front of her. Damn he was good-looking. She'd never, never scored anyone even close to him. Then she noticed she was in an apartment. Possibly his apartment.

Well this was a bit unusual.

"Did I fuckin' drug you or something?" She blurted.

Itachi watched with rapt attention as the woman opened her eyes and revealed foggy and pale green irises. After a moment of silence in which her eyes had darted around wildly, she opened her mouth.

"Did I fuckin' drug you or something?"

He wasn't going to lie, that wasn't what he had expected to hear. He was also a bit taken aback by her raspy voice, which kind of sexy though he wouldn't ever admit it out loud, and her crude language.

"No," he said slowly, "You did not, drug me." The woman looked confused.

"Then how the hell did I land you?" Itachi tried to think of what she meant. When he figured it out, his eyes widened.

"You did not 'land me'." He quickly explained. Once again she looked confused.

"Then what the fuck am I doing here?" Goodness was this girl capable of using a sentence without a swear word? She made a good point though, why was she here?

"You were passed out in an alleyway, I stumbled upon you and brought you to my house."

"Oh." A heavy silence filled the room. Itachi wanted to bang his head against the wall.

Why had he done this? He should have just left her in the streets where she belonged!

"I guess I should thank you." She mumbled. Finally not a curse word. Before Itachi could voice his question, the woman began to take her shirt off.

"What are you doing?" He questioned, slightly panicking. She eyed him curiously.

"You don't want sex?"

"No." he answered rather lamely.

"Then how am I supposed to thank you?" Good question, she could just leave.

Another heavy silence, this time it was extremely awkward.

"Do you want to take a shower?"

"What?! What the hell was he thinking?!"

The woman clearly seemed to share his thoughts. She eyed him as though he had grown two heads.

"The hell?" was her eloquent question.

"Do you want to shower?" he repeated. At this point he might as well go with it. Damn his gentlemanly habits.

"I don't have any clothes." she answered unsurely.

"I can loan you some." He replied.

What in the world was he doing.

"Okay..." She still looked extremely wary, he couldn't blame her. Even to his own ears he sounded like some creepy sexual fiend.

Goodbye dignity.

"Down the hall on your left. There's towels and shampoo and soap, use whatever you need."

So he was apparently trying to make up for the sins in his life by committing some outrageously good deed.

"Right."

"By the way, what's your name?" If he was going to let some strange woman shower in his home, he might as well know her name.

"Uh, Saya."

Edit: 11/20/13

Boo! Yeah. I've been gone for forever, and I understand some of you are probably annoyed by that. To be honest I'm pretty annoyed with myself to. Right now though I'm going through all the chapters and editing them before continuing on to chapter 9. I hope to tie things up better, add some length, and take out parts that aren't needed.

Not sure if I've addressed this yet but YEAH, Itachi is so OOC it's not even funny. This will be playing a pretty significant role later on though so if you don't like it please bear with it.

I hope to have the second chapter edited tomorrow night but that depends on how much schoolwork I have. I do plan to have all of them edited and fixed up by Monday or Tuesday so we can get back on track with the story.

Again, sorry for my unplanned hiatus! I hope you enjoy the redone chapter! Please review!