Life In The Yakuza •Yakuza Itachi x OC•

IV

Miharu huffed and sat up, glaring at Itachi. She crossed her arms and leaned back into the couch silently. The door opened in the room and in walked the two from earlier. One of them had shorter hair, and the other was Itachi's little lookalike brother. Miharu slipped her gaze between the two of them. She then took her eyes to the surroundings. The room was large, like a living room, but it looked about the size of Miharu's kitchen and living room combined. There was the couch she was on, Itachi's chair, a coffee table in between them. Above her head was a large TV. On the other side of the room, the wall was entirely made of large glass windows, from roof to floor. A couch sat over there and there were black silk curtains hanging from the windows. She saw the reflection of stairs, but didn't see the stairs themselves. Behind Itachi, where Sasuke and Shisui were standing were two doors. To the right of them were large elevator doors. An elevator in his room area?

"Shisui. Sasuke,"Itachi spoke. Both of them straightened up. Miharu returned her gaze to the two handsome men. She had to admit, all of them were handsome in their own ways. Itachi even was, but she'd had that as a first impression when he'd trapped her to the wall. "See to taking her bag and setting her room up."

"Sure, Itachi, but uh, which room?"one of the guys asked. The other nudged him.

"Shisui, you really gotta ask?"the other whispered.

"Give her the guest suite,"Itachi told them, closing his eyes boredly.

"The guest suite?!"the other, Sasuke, exclaimed.

"I couldn't very well make this woman sleep on a bed that's been tainted by other....lowly women,"Itachi muttered. The others exchanged a look and Miharu blinked at Itachi. Tainted? What? Itachi opened his eyes. "Go on." Shisui stepped forward, offering Miharu a flirtatious grin.

"Can I have your bag?"He asked. Miharu blinked and touched the bag's strap, that she'd pretty much forgotten, that sat on her shoulder. She slowly shrugged it off and passed it to him. "What's in it?"

"Does that matter? Get on with it!"Itachi snapped. Shisui winked at Miharu and he and Sasuke left the living room area. Itachi sighed and cast a bored look at Miharu. "Now then. You'll be doing whatever the hell I want you to for the next five months."

"F-five months?!"Miharu exclaimed, sitting forward.

"That means that whatever I tell you to do, you have to do it,"Itachi continued, as if she hadn't spoken just then. He hung an arm loosely on the arm of the chair to his right. He rested his chin on his hand, propping his elbow on the left arm of the chair. "If I say you run five miles, you run five miles. If I tell you to strip naked and seduce me, you'll do as such. If you live in these five months, I'll reward you with complete and total compensation, such as payment for better doctors for your sister, and better living accomodations when she wakes up. Is that understood?"

"Strip naked?! Seduce you?! How absurd, you listen here, I don't care if you're Yakuza, or the damned emperor of japan, I'm not going to sit still and take orders from you!"Miharu yelled, standing up. In a flash, Itachi was standing in front of her, his hand tight around her throat. She blinked in surprise. He wasn't cutting off any airflow, but had made it seem as if he was going to. Miharu stared at him in complete and utter shock, fear making its way through her body.

"You'll take orders, or I'll kill you and your loved ones,"Itachi threatened. His voice was low, and the way his eyes bore into hers made her know he meant what he'd said. "Now. What will it be, hm?" Miharu didn't move or answer. Kill Nishiki and Michiko? Her gaze slipped to the floor and her hand dropped from his. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes. He released her throat. "Just what I thought." He only offered a rewards because he doubted this frail looking girl, whether she knew martial arts or not, would even survive a month let alone five. He turned and sat back down. Miharu weakly plopped back down on the couch. She touched her throat absentmindedly. I'm going to die here.

••••

That might, Miharu barely slept at all. She couldn't fathom the idea of sleep, especially not in the heart of the dangerous Uchiha clan. At around five thirty or six, her door swung open. No knocking, or anything. The lights flipped on.

"Wake up,"a voice ordered. Itachi. Miharu slowly pulled herself out of her bed, gently smoothing the covers back up as she removed herself. "Now. Today, you'll be playing the part of my personal maid." Miharu looked at him, trying to keep the annoyance off her face. He held something up in his hand. Miharu recognized that it was a leather belt. "If you don't do as I say today, for each refusal or mess-up, you get ten hits with the belt. Understood?" Miharu slowly nodded. He frowned. No protest this morning? Hmmm.

"The outfit you'll be wearing,"he told her, tossing something to the floor at her feet. Miharu bent down and picked it up. Her eyes widening and her cheeks turning bright red.

"But this outfit-!"she began.

"It's a maids outfit. Perfectly proper for you,"Itachi told her, a smile quirking his mouth up.

"This is revealing, though!"Miharu told him. He narrowed his eyes at her, making her flinch back.

"Are you refusing to wear it and do as I say?"he asked. She quickly shook her head. He waved her on. "Go on. Get dressed." She expected him to leave, standing there staring at him blankly. He rose an eyebrow. "What's keeping you?"

"Aren't you going to, I don't know, leave or turn around or something?"Miharu asked. He blinked at her, before his mouth spread into a devilish grin. Miharu didn't know why, but that grin of his sent a shiver down her spine.

"Why, Miharu. Have you never been seen by a man before?"Itachi asked. Miharu blushed.

"Shut up!"she hissed. He chuckled and turned around, crossing his arms behind his head.

"Hurry up. I'm not peeking. I'll see it all eventually,"Itachi told her. Miharu scowled and started undressing. She frowned as she pulled the dress over her head- if you could even call it that. The skirt of the dress was very short, where the ruffles would just barely hide her underwear if she bent over. Miharu pulled the stupid white stockings up. She grabbed the stupid headband and placed it on her head. When she was finished, she scowled down at her outfit. "Finished?" Before she could answer Itachi turned around. His eyes locked on her.

A dangerous urge swept through him, and had she been any normal whore off the street he would've thrown her to her bed and-you can guess from there. He crossed his arms. It suits her. His eyes traveled down from the short skirt to her long legs. Almost too well. Itachi watched as she pulled on the skirt.

"It's...too short. Don't you have anything longer?"Miharu muttered, blushing. Itachi felt a strange feeling in his chest as he stared at her. He sighed and closed his eyes, giving her a grin once he reopened them.

"No. You'll wear that. Come,"he told her, waving his hand at her. Miharu jolted and stared at him. He narrowed his eyes and she sighed, reluctantly moving towards him. She followed him to her door and he stopped. "Put shoes on first. I won't make you go around without them, I'm not that rude." Miharu blinked and picked up her converse from beside her. She pulled them on and he nodded once, leaving again. She hurried to keep up with his stride, annoyed at how fast he could move. When he stopped she slammed into his back. He turned and cast her an annoyed look as she rubbed her nose. He opened the door to his office and stepped aside, waving her in. She stepped in and he followed, leaving the door open. He sat down behind his desk. "Now then. As my maid today, you will clean up my messes, and bring me whatever I request. As I said before, each refusal will be responded to ten hits with my belt." He held his belt of for emphasis. "Now then. Let's begin."

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