Lara: hey, I have a new story that hs been stuck in my head since forever! it is a mafia story and hope ya all like!

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto!

'Yes of course I would help! Are you kidding me? I thought I told you that I would help where I can,' I responded to my best friend over my cell phone as I walk into the lobby of the pent house hotel that I call home.

'Yeah yeah! No need to get so snitchy at me. It's just…I don't know what to make of Shikamaru's disappearances, reappearances and the all-of-a-sudden declaration of love! I mean, if he loves me as much as he so wonderfully put, why can't he just tell me about him? What he does when he is away, what he does in his free time when I'm not around, where he goes all the time…'

'Pig,' I interrupted as I swiped my hotel key in the elevator swipe machine and when the LED light switched to green I pressed the button for the twelfth floor, 'I think he would have told you that already if he really deemed it important enough. Meaning he told you what he does for a living and you told me what he does is top secret, just like you, so if he deemed it worthy enough to tell you…he would. Heck, I'm your best friend ever and all I know what you do is I-don't-know-what.'

The elevator let out a small "ping" and the grand electric doors opened into the three meter lobby that leads to my apartment…and that is where my heel-clad feet stopped.

'…and he…Sakura? Sakura! Are you listening to me?'

'Pig, I'll call you back. My door is open.'

I hung up on Ino before she could even register what I said, stuffed it into my sling bag and took a cautious step towards my door that is slightly ajar. I pushed the door open slowly and for once it creaked slightly. It was dark inside. I fumbled for the light switch along the wall and as soon as I found it light flooded in the dark apartment. Everything was in disarray. Papers, my important paperwork, were all over the place as was my precious books. My side lamp was knocked over and a few glass shards were scattered around it indicating the light bulb was down for the count. My couches, the set that I painstakingly saved up for three years, were overturned and the undersides were slashed open.

I stared in shock at my once-clean-apartment-turned-tornado-survivor. Carefully I stepped over my scattered items and reached the kitchen.

I don't even want to think of all the scrubbing I'll have to do to get all the food stains out of my appliances, cupboards and floor. And don't get me started on the repacking of said appliances that would have to be done.

I passed the kitchen, my spare room and my small study to enter my bedroom. What…a disaster. You can't even call it a sleeping place even if you tried.

Finally I snapped some sense into me and I quickly searched for the room phone among the broken bottles of perfume, papers and wood pieces of my jewelry box. I quickly pressed the button for the room service and not even waiting I began immediately,

'This is Sakura! Room 12. Someone broke into my apartme-'

The line was giving me a steady "beeeep".

I lifted the receiver and the snipped cord dangled uselessly in the air.

'What the-'

A drop of bright red blood caught my attention.

I put the telephone receiver down on my vanity table without looking and then reached out to the door of my bedroom. I slowly swung it close. On the door were smeared crimson handprints and a deep slash of dark blood splattered across the white surface.

I followed a trail of blood droplets, which I seemed to have missed, back to the living room. It was there that I noticed a hand sticking out from behind one of my upturned and ruined couches.

I walked slowly towards my couch and then peered behind it…and let out a short, shocked scream.

The blank, hollow eyes of a corpse stared up at me. A bang had me turning around and two police officers stared at me from the entrance.

'How did you-'

'Miss Haruno, you are hereby under jurisdiction of the law. Anything you say and do can and will be held against you in the courts of law…' one said in such a serious voice that panic had absolutely no resistance when it started to well up in my stomach and make my breath hitch. They then both promptly burst out into a fit of mocking laughter.

What the hell is going on? Is this a big joke?

I was about to ask the very questions swimming in my head when they both suddenly lunged at me with debauched attentions.

My eyes widened as I stumble back and a silent scream of horror settled in my throat. I ducked just out of reach from a groping hand. The other officer came at me with clenched fists and the sight of two men with angry frowns on their faces made my flight or fight instinct finally kick in.

Ducking out of the way from a potentially dangerous blow to the upper part of my body I fell to my hands and knees and swiped my right leg out; effectively tripping the one closest to me. The second of hesitation gave me enough time to put some distance between them and myself but when a bullet whizzed past my left arm, and into the wall in front of me, made me realize that if I don't get out right now and loose them then I'm as good as dead. It never occurred to me to question why two men, two police officers, are trying to kill me.

I turned around just in time to see a baton came flinging at me and I was not fast enough to avoid the blow completely.

An angry pain rippled through the right side of my skull where it made contact and my vision swam with red and black spots. My ears ringed and I had to stop all my movement out of fear I would fall and thus to gather my coordination.

But that was, of course, my mistake.

My vision cleared just in time to see the back end of a gun come zooming in on my face. I closed my eyes tightly; waiting for the incoming impact that would surely leave me unconscious. But only the sound of two grunts and then a few thumps of something dropping to the ground came. Slowly I opened my eyes. The two men were face down on the ground at my feet; blood beginning to pool around them.

My breath hitched in my throat as my heart pounded in my ears; feeling like it is going to burst from my chest any moment now. I took a step towards the first man but a sudden alarming pain at the back of my neck had my knees buckling and my vision swimming into black again.

The last thing that I registered before darkness claimed my conscious thoughts was a man catching me before I reached the floor and a gruff voice saying,

'There was a bit of a problem, but we have the girl.'

Lara: hope you liked, please R&R to le know :)