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Summary: A SasuNaru fic loosely-based on the movie Ocean's Eleven. – With an eleven-man team and a lover by his side, Uchiha Sasuke is prepared to taste the sweetness of revenge.

Uchiha's Eleven

Written by Venerate

Chapter one: Young Lovers

May 29, 2009

The sky was completely clear; not a cloud could be seen. The black river of asphalt was practically boiling under the sun, steam rising like gas. Along the left side of the road lay a chain of stores, mostly boutiques and little shops with expensive dresses. On the other side was a mix – both stores and small, hidden apartment buildings with tiny balconies. If you weren't looking, you wouldn't notice that people lived there.

Uchiha Sasuke was looking.

He was standing outside one of the boutiques, hands in his pockets and leaning against the white stone wall. Shadow fell over his figure, but he was wearing sunglasses nevertheless. Down the road, a few cars were parked, the sportscar parked furthest away being his. The yellow colour seemed to turn even brighter under the sunbeams, and he was proud to say that it was one of his many different vehicles.

He finally pushed off the wall, deciding that it was time to move. He calmly walked over the road, hands still in his pockets and an impassive expression on his handsome face. Despite the heat, he refused to wear anything but tailored suits. It was one of the many things that heightened his status.

He walked inside of one of the boutiques. It was small and filled with newly sown dresses in petite sizes. The floor under him was covered with a leopard-patterned mat. He removed one of his hands out of his pocket and removed the design sunglasses. A cool breeze from the air conditioner reached him, and he had to fight the urge to close his eyes and sigh in relief. The sun was killing his pale complexion.

"May I help you, sir?"

Sasuke looked over at the short woman. She smiled widely, hoping that he was a costumer. He decided that she sounded Korean. He nodded curtly. "I'm searching for Rock Lee."

Disappointment reached her dark eyes, but she said nothing else as she led him through the boutique – past dresses and changing rooms – and to a door. She opened it for him gestured roughly for him to get inside. Sasuke nodded his thanks before walking up the stairs that hid behind the door. He could hear her curse lowly before she closed the door behind him.

The stairs was short, and he reached a slim corridor. There were two doors, one of them being open. He entered what seemed to be a living room, with an old-fashioned TV and a well-used sofa. A few magazines were sprawled out over the coffee table.

He walked through it, throwing a small glance to his right into the joined kitchen. It was clean and empty. A green shirt hung over one of the chairs. He moved towards the only door that was left, assuming it to be either the bathroom or the bedroom. Yet, before he reached the closed door, he noticed the wide open balcony door. He smirked to himself, deciding that this was way too easy, he walked over and out on the small balcony.

"Hello, Lee."

A tall man was sitting by the white, plastic table and looking out over the small town. He looked up at Sasuke, and he looked just like on the picture. The bowl-cut was hideous, but the eyebrows were the most eye-catching.

"Uchiha Sasuke, right?"

"Yes."

Lee nodded, gesticulating for Sasuke to sit down with him. The Uchiha sat down, deciding to play his cards well and let Lee do most of the talking. That way, it was easier for him to manipulate his victim.

"Sakura-chan and Neji has talked about you, once or twice. You're very youthful, from what I've gathered. Successful as a warm summer day, if the rumours are right." Lee nodded to himself, a determined look on his face. "I'm not stupid – I understand what you want from me."

"Yes, Lee. I'm searching for a new team."

"Yeah, I heard. Despite the fact that you will forever be my eternal rival, you can count on me. I'm in need of some money right now. As you can see, the landladies are starting to get annoyed with my frequent visitors. I don't want to be a burden for them!" He grinned big, and Sasuke knew that they had just sealed a deal.

Sasuke took out a card from his pocket and held it out to his new business partner. "Make sure to be here. You know what happens if you leak."

Sasuke stood up, putting his sunglasses back in place. Lee looked up on him, his eyes practically radiating willpower and resolve. He opened his mouth to start a small speech, but by then, Sasuke was already walking away.

He got down the stairs and walked through the boutique with a smirk on his face. It had been easier than he thought. From the rumours, Lee had been inactive the last couple of months. The young Uchiha was glad to see that the first piece of his new team was purchased. The Korean woman bowed as he passed her, and he stopped by the small reception desk. To the female's great surprise, Sasuke put a big tip on the desk before he left.

Instead of curses, he could now hear her burst out a happy 'thank you' as he crossed the street. He unlocked his car and opened the car door. When he had one foot in the car, he saw Lee stand up on his balcony and wave.

"I would never spill any information to anyone, Sasuke-san! I will show you my loyalty!"

June 2, 2009

Sasuke hadn't always been a city-boy; before he moved to Tokyo, he used to live in the middle of nowhere. However, that didn't mean that he appreciated the calmness. He enjoyed the sounds of cars and folk masses. Living in a city like Tokyo was impersonal. It was easy to blend in and disappear. A great place for someone like him; a great place when you did the things Sasuke worked with.

It was with uneasiness that the young man stepped out of his Jeep and headed down the gravel road. He had knocked on the main house, but the one he searched for hadn't been there. Instead, he had been directed to a big barn five minutes away. To say that he was pleased would be a big lie. A scowl seemed printed on his beautiful features as he entered the barn.

His shoes were going to become dusty by the time he headed home again. Just as he was going to take another step into the barn, a dog ran up to him. Luckily, it was roughly told to stay down before the monster could attack. He hid his relief by scowling even deeper. He recognised the dog as Akamaru, but it had been very small the last time he saw it.

"Your highness! You have returned! Look, look, Shino! It's Uchiha-sama."

It was the same rough voice that had told Akamaru to stay down. Sasuke ignored the comment, and held out his hand to the two males that came out of the shadows within. Aburame Shino took his hand and shook it politely, while Inuzuka Kiba settled with grinning madly.

"What are you doing this time, Uchiha?" Kiba took a step closer. He looked much like before, Sasuke noticed. They were all equally tall, but Kiba definitely had developed more muscles since last time they saw each other.

"Show up and be the first ones to know." Sasuke handed Kiba one of his cards, smirking. He knew Kiba well enough to know that the dog-breeder would be curious. Shino nodded.

"So, how much? Is it worth showing up?" Kiba scratched his dog behind the ear, and Sasuke decided to hand another card to Shino.

"Let's just say, that with these money, you could build your own Taj Mahal."

"We're in!"

June 3, 2009

A scent of salty food seemed to hug the air tightly. The young Uchiha unconsciously scrunched his nose slightly, his mind wandering to what he would have for dinner tonight. It had been a lot of take-out lately. As soon as the word food ran through his mind, he forced himself to focus again. He didn't bother to knock on the wooden apartment door in front of him, and instead proceeded to unlock it and enter on his own.

Sounds of people dying could be heard from the small living room, but Sasuke entered anyway. He was not disappointed. In the dirty living room, there were two males, around his age. They weren't dying, nor were they dead, but they were successfully kicking each others' asses on the video-game.

"Shikamaru, Chouji. Nice to see you again."

Neither looked at him until the game was paused. The more slender of the two sent him a grubby look before sinking further down in the sofa. Sasuke returned the look with a glare, challenging Nara Shikamaru to reject him before he even got the chance to speak.

The orange-haired male looked over his shoulder, surprised to see the Uchiha there. "Sasuke, hi!" Small spittle flew from Akimichi Chouji's mouth, most likely accompanied with some sort of food. Chips, if the bag of snacks on the coffee table was any indication. Sasuke nodded his greetings, not bothering to take out his hands from his pockets.

"We're not interested in whatever you're planning."

Sasuke's dark eyes glittered as they came in contact with Nara Shikamaru's hazel-brown ones. Despite the other's lazy appearances, Sasuke knew that he was the best. He had also not counted with Shikamaru to be interested in his plans. He had, however, expected this, and so made up a small plan in his head.

As if not heard the Nara's statement, Sasuke explained his presence. "I'm putting a team together."

"No, really, I mean it. Not interested. Go away, you troublesome person." Shikamaru waved a little with the hand that wasn't holding the remote control. He didn't even bother to wave towards the exit, but Sasuke got the point. A smirk crept up on his face, the brunette playing straight into his hands.

"All you and Chouji have to do is to sit by the computer and push some buttons for an extreme amount of money."

Shikamaru stood up, his posture an awful sight. Every pore seemed to ooze of slothfulness and fatigue. Without a word, he let go off the remote and walked out of the room. Both Sasuke and Chouji waited in silence until the front door had been opened and closed, meaning that the Nara had left them.

"Who're you screwing over?" Chouji took a bite of a sandwich that Sasuke hadn't seen.

"That's irrelevant for now." Sasuke paused, mostly for effect. "You know you want to, Chouji. I'll make sure you have food next to you 24/7."

"You'd do that? It must be something serious then." Chouji put away the sandwich, his voice gruff around the food.

"You could say that. I need the best." Sasuke bowed his head as he took two slow step backwards, waiting for Chouji's reply before exiting the greasy apartment.

"I'll talk him into it."

June 9, 2009

When Sasuke woke up in the morning, he was always in a splendid mood. There were several reasons to this, but one of them being that he was an addict to coffee and cigarettes. This morning, he had woken up alone. It was something he was unused to, and so, his mood decreased immediately. Since there was nothing to distract him at home, he had gone to the closest coffee shop for a cup of coffee.

Now he was standing in the middle of Tokyo, a cigarette in his right hand and a cup of coffee in his left. His eyes were focused on the big, wooden gates before him. The big area behind the gates was something that was too easy to forget. One could walk past it everyday when heading for work, and yet be unaware of what was going on behind those walls.

Sasuke knew exactly what was located in the middle of modern Tokyo, behind those traditional gates. There were wooden, established houses with a Zen garden and stone paths through the thick grass. It was like taking a step into the country side. The only thing that kept telling about the Hyuuga Residence's location was the sound of cars and people around them. A random siren as a police car zoomed past; loud laughter as a large group of school girls headed for school.

Sasuke didn't bother knocking on the big gates, knowing that he would be left unheard and ignored. Instead, he flicked away the cig, pushing the gate open and stepping inside. Once he was inside, he felt as if he was back at home. The air was the same as outside, but he could imagine how fields once had laid around the ancient buildings.

He corrected his suit, making his way up the stone steps and over the stone path. He didn't bother knocking, feeling at home already. He slid the door open, walking inside and stepping out of his shoes per automatic. He made his way through the hall, his feet soundless against the wooden floor. He walked through the dining room, which was completely empty, and then reached the door he had been searching for. He slid it open.

Two clan members were inside the room, both looking up as he entered. One of them was Hyuuga Neji, cousin of the heiress. He didn't look surprised upon seeing the Uchiha. Hyuuga Hinata turned back to the television once she had determined the visitor familiar and safe. The Hyuuga cousins were apparently watching some sort of game show.

Sasuke bowed, always polite where it counted. "Hyuuga. Hinata-chan. A pleasure to meet you."

"We've been waiting for you." Neji stood up, his lilac eyes roaming over the other male, searching for something. Answers, perhaps. The slightly older male had always been good with reading people. "Have you gotten far with you team? Is it fulfilled?"

Sasuke shook his head, staring the other straight into the eyes. "Soon, Hyuuga, soon. I'm missing a few pieces before I can start the game. Would you like to join?"

Hinata looked up at Sasuke, her pale eyes surrounded by dark lashes. She had grown up to quite a beauty, he recognised. "W-we are still unsure, Sasuke-san."

"I will leave you with more time." Sasuke handed Neji his card, the date underlined and his phone number encircled. "Please take care, Hinata-chan. I will hear from you shortly."

Neji bowed, and Sasuke made his way out of the room yet again. He slid the door closed gently, a small victory-smile visible on his handsome face. He knew very well that Neji would persuade his younger cousin. Neji enjoyed being a part of Sasuke's teams, while Hinata had a hard time, her shyness taking over. It was sad, but true.

Nevertheless, Sasuke left the Hyuuga Residence with two more team members. Only four more to go, and his team would be complete.

June 10, 2009

Last time Sasuke was in this part of town, he had been in search of a gun. At the time, he had been fourteen years old and easily manipulated by his older brother. He had seen Itachi playing with one of his many weapons, and promptly decided that he wanted one of those as well.

Back then, the shop he was wandering around in hadn't existed. It was a fairly new shop, filled with weapons and ammunition. Guns and bullets; knives and swords; arches and arrows. They were all piled neatly, or put on the wall as decoration. Sasuke found himself standing in front of one of those arches, hands in pockets, wondering if it was very hard to handle.

The shop smelled of leather and iron, a touch of female perfume telling that one of the workers was a woman. A woman by the name TenTen. Sasuke didn't know much about her – no one really did. She worked here, with her father, and was an immigrant from China. Perhaps that was the very reason so few knew about her existence.

"May I help you with something?"

The voice was cheerful – and girlish. Sasuke didn't have to turn around to understand that it was the very person he was seeking. Instead of beating around the bush, knowing how much she enjoyed adventures, he answered,

"I'm in need of a weapon specialist."

TenTen chuckled. "So I've heard."

Sasuke turned around, facing the petite woman. Her hair was styled neatly into buns on her head, only a few bangs framing her round face. She wore a pink sweater with blue jeans. Out on the streets, no one would have paid her any attention, but in the weapon shop, she looked quite misplaced.

Sasuke decided to continue, charmingly complimenting her, "I need the best."

"Oh, Sasuke, if I didn't know you were a flaming homo, I'd be thinking that you're flirting with me!"

Sasuke had to bite his tongue to keep the insults inside. He knew that she had a weak spot for Hyuuga Neji, but found it best to keep the teasing at a minimum. He would have to stand her gay-jokes for the moment.

"Can I count on you, TenTen?"

TenTen curled a strand of brown hair around her finger, smiling widely before responding resolutely, "Always, bastard."

June 29, 2009

It wasn't often that Sasuke decided to go overseas. In fact, he was too comfortable in Japan. He had nothing against flying, but he was often too busy to treat himself with vacation. Even now, in the middle of the summer, he only went to Koh Kradan because of business. Upon reaching the small resort, being greeted by thin women and the host.

Instead of being friendly, he demanded to see Haruno Sakura. They immediately became less friendly, wondering if he would be staying. After assuring them that he would be staying for at least one night, they decided to tell him the location of Haruno Sakura. It appeared that she had developed quite a nice everyday-life at the island, as he found her on the beach.

"Oi, Haruno!" he called out, sand between his toes. It felt rather nice, and he told himself that he would take himself and his lover on a trip as soon as he was done working on this case. As he came closer, the pink-haired girl in bathing suit sat up.

"Oh, it's you," she said disappointedly. There was a book next to her, half-read, as she was more interested in budding a tan.

He smirked at her disappointed tone. "Missed me, Sakura?"

"No, not really. What do you want? You should know better than to yell my name in the middle of a crowd."

There was no crowd on the beach. A few children, a group of adults sitting ten metres away. Yet, Sasuke decided to play along with her, snorting.

"You should know better than to turn around when I yell your name."

Sakura shrugged. "Fair enough." She wrapped a towel around herself, as if afraid that Sasuke would be staring on the small boobs she had. They both knew he was nowhere interested in the female sex. "C'mon, let's go to my room. I've become paranoid lately."

Sasuke would have rolled his eyes, had he not been in need of her expertise. He offered her his hand, but she got up fine by herself. She grabbed her towel and the flip-flops before heading back towards the resort. It wasn't even a five minute-walk, and they reached the small cottage in which she lived very soon. She threw the flip-flops on the ground and entered, counting on that he would follow.

"What's up this time? I'm not leaving Koh Kradan anytime soon." She sat down on the bed, grabbing a skirt and a blouse from the floor and dressing absent-mindedly. He knew that she would succumb to him once he had charmed her. She enjoyed being pampered and flirted with.

"I need you."

Sakura scoffed, working on the buttons of her thin, cotton blouse. The mint-green colour went perfectly with her hair, and was just another proof of her vanity. "Last time you said that, I spent two fucking weeks at the police station while they interrogated me and Ino. I don't owe you a shit, Uchiha. I didn't say a word about your whereabouts. Go home."

Sasuke smirked, "Sakura… if you do this one with me, you'll be able to buy that car that Yamanka wouldn't stop babble about–"

"–Please, as if I haven't already–"

"–along with the company who makes them. And that is just your part. If Yamanka joins in, you two would be able to come back to Japan. Or, maybe, buy your own island." He shrugged in indifference. The soft buzz of a fly was the only thing in the room for a while, before Sakura spoke up.

"You win this time, Uchiha. When and where?" She accepted the card that he handed her. "Ino isn't here for the moment. She went to Thailand – Bangkok, I think. She felt the need to go to a big city. I swear we're both going to go crazy. Only tourists!"

Sasuke didn't bother to tell her that she was a tourist as well. "Yamanka's phone number, Sakura."

"Oh, yeah, sure." She wrote it down on an old receipt. "And I'm counting on you to show up for dinner tonight. You should take me out to the island's best – only – restaurant."

"I'll pick you up at eight." He took the receipt and left. He had some time to kill, and he would preferably do something important. Calling Yamanka Ino, for instance.

June 30, 2009

Sasuke woke up early. The night had been awful. He had been sleeping all alone, which was a rarity nowadays. He was hugely disappointed when the coffee tasted like hot water, and was even more disappointed when he found that he couldn't reach Japan with his cellphone. Instead of freaking out, he calmly walked to the reception, expecting them to have a phone.

"One call only," one of the thin girls said in poor English.

Sasuke thanked her, handing her enough money to cover for at least two calls. She then proceeded to leave him alone. He sat down in one of the braided chairs, playing with the spiral cord to the phone as he dialled the number to his own apartment. He waited impatiently. The dial tone was weak, but that didn't matter. He was hoping for no one to pick up. Of course, nothing wanted to go Sasuke's way today.

"Hello?"

"You're not supposed to answer the phone," Sasuke reprimanded harshly. He refrained from standing up, not wanting to make too much noise. He didn't want any attention to him as he spoke. "What are you doing? Did you do what I told you?"

"Yeah, of course I did!"

"Liar," Sasuke mumbled. A small smile threatened to creep up on his face, but he skilfully kept it off. The loud voice in the phone continued, and Sasuke listened,

"You can't keep my locked up, y'know. It's sick, you pervert. Besides, one of your buddies stopped by with an envelope. You should be lucky I opened the door – they said it was important."

"Who were they? Did you open the envelope?" Sasuke leaned forward in the chair, running a hand through his styled hair. "Did you?"

"Nope. But they looked cool. They said they were from the Hyuuga Clan. It's really thin, so it can't be a bomb. You paranoid shithole."

Sasuke sighed through his nose, relief washing over him. "I'll be home by tomorrow. Stay inside." He hung up, ignoring the scream that was cut off as he did so. He didn't have time. He had already used the one call he had been granted. Despite this, Sasuke picked the phone up again and dialled the number he had gotten from Sakura.

It took quite a while before someone answered, and when she did, she didn't sound happy. "Yes?"

"Yamanka… It's Sasuke."

There was some silence, early morning sounds in the background – cars, people, birds. "Oh. Yeah, Sakura texted me 'bout you. How're you doing, sweet-cheeks?"

Sasuke didn't bother to answer. "Are you in, Yamanka?"

"Anything for you, Sasuke-kun!" She laughed, and he knew that she was mocking both him and herself. "I'll be back at Koh Kradan next week. Leave me a note or something. I need some more sleep."

"Sleep tight, Ino," he said impassively. She giggled before hanging up on him. He put the phone away, satisfaction running through his body. He was getting closer and closer to having a complete team. One more member to go.

July 19, 2009

Finding team members had been an easy task so far. Everyone was the best, but Sasuke knew an awful lot of people, and thus, it was impossible to hide. He had wasted a disgusting amount of money to find all of his preys. He wanted and needed the best on the market, and so, money wasn't an issue.

Finding this man, however, was not as easy as he had hoped. He didn't even know the last name of his new victim, which made his work a lot harder. Had he not worked together with Sai once before, he would never had known of his existence. There was no better member for his team. He needed Sai.

It had been his lover who found out about Sai's whereabouts. After paying every criminal, every cop he could lay his hands on, it had been his lover who had found the missing enigma that was Sai. The small crew of people that were known as Sasuke's friends had expected the Uchiha to be infuriated with this, as they all know about his need to do everything himself and how much money he had spent.

They were all gladly surprised. Never before had Sasuke been more proud over his boyfriend.

Though, when Sasuke walked down a gravel road in the middle of nowhere, he was starting to have his doubts. On his right side was nothing but endless forest, and on his left side was a high, wooden wall. Behind it, female giggles could be heard. It was an onsen, filled with naked women and girls.

He had been walking along the road for about ten minutes, and was both pleasantly surprised and shocked when he noticed a dark shadow by the wall. By the figure, a sketch pad and a few pencils lay in the grass.

"Sai?"

The figure turned around. Sai looked exactly like he did two years ago – about Sasuke's height, pale as milk and a painful smile on his handsome face. Many joked about Sasuke's and Sai's looks, and how they looked much like each other. The Uchiha strongly hoped that it wasn't the case, since he had no will to look like a complete fool.

"Hm? Oh, Sasuke-san." Sai bowed his head in greeting, but then turned around to the wall, his nose practically becoming one with the wood. Another giggle could be heard, followed by Sai's satisfied snicker. Sasuke couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with the sick man.

"What in Hell are you doing?" he asked, demanding an answer.

Sai didn't turn around. "I'm just watching. There's nothing wrong with that." Now, he did turn around to pick up his sketch pad and pencil. "See, I'm painting! It's for art, Sasuke-san, but I don't expect you to understand."

"Hm." Sasuke took his time to look at the painting. "Her breasts are huge."

"Duh. Who would want a breastless woman?" Sai smiled widely, as if he found the thought highly amusing.

Sasuke didn't bother to answer. He couldn't help but find it quite appalling. Breasts in general were unattractive, in his opinion. Before his thoughts went down the wrong lane, he continued, "Perhaps you have heard about my plans?"

"Mhm." Sai snickered and ripped the painting off the pad, handing it to the Uchiha. "If you buy my painting, I'm in."

Sasuke smirked. He picked up his wallet, skilfully writing a check. As he handed the artist the check, he proceeded in giving Sai his card as well. "Make sure to be there in time."

"Will do, Sasuke-san."

To Be Continued

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