Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
Summary: Between love and duty, an undercover agent finds herself caught in a dangerous game between three notorious gang leaders of Konoha. Alternate universe.
Kakashi. Asuma. Genma. x Kurenai.
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Shoot Me Down
By: kamenbutoukai
Chapter 1 - Introduction / Jobun
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Operation Kaxoe: 23 hours 54 minutes
Teenage girls. There were all various sizes of them: short, tall, thin, big. Each of them were squealing like infuriating parrots, and giving each other flattery remarks about their skimpy dresses and styled hair.
The majority of them were high school girls, but great amounts of cleavage and skin was there for the whole world to observe, especially with the enlightening tops and petite skirts they adorned.
Outside the broken windows, there were men steering boats with additional girls sitting in them. Young females were being led into the room, which meant more squealing and chatter.
Her crimson eyes glanced at the men positioned in front of each exit. A foul smell came in contact with her nose, and squeaking rats crawled around the diminutive area she sat. The incessant babble of teenage girls continuously rang in her head, which gradually began to irritate her.
The conditions of this assignment were really repulsive to her, but barfing over the place wasn't such a fine idea at the moment.
Wearing a flimsy top and awfully high heels pissed the crap out of her too, which made it even more complicated to concentrate. She was dressed in an overly tight cerise shirt that seemed to compliment her curves, but it was still very difficult to breathe in.
Her shoulder blades were bare, and intricate knots of strings held the lower back of the shirt together. The cut in front of the shirt went all the way down to beneath her breasts, revealing more amounts of cleavage than she was used to. One sleeve stopped a quarter from her wrist, while the other went past her hand about an inch.
She resisted the urge to scratch her leg because of the prickly, sheer fabric, which was supposedly called a skirt. Her black skirt was made of a scratchy material that was so thin; it could almost be seen through. It ran on an angle from her left mid-thigh and stopped from just above her right knee.
The black heels were supported with a thin 3 inch stick, and it looked like it was about to snap any second.
Her usual, untamed black tresses were straightened and were pulled into a high ponytail with a mass of long hair pulled over half her face.
Her height differed immensely from the other girls, since she stood 5"7, and they all stood about an average of 5"3. They questioned whether she was really a teenager or not, but by observing her young look, they'd rather not judge her.
She was examined every single detail of the room and its occupants.
Half the guards looked rather sleepy, and the other half looked prepared to bite the girls' heads off.
Her thoughts were interrupted when an indistinct voice came from her earpiece.
"Any sight of Tanaka or Hiro yet?"
She discreetly looked around to see if anyone was watching or listening. She bent down to her bag and pretended that she was getting something, and then pulled her wrist up to her lips.
"No...Haven't seen them since I got here," she whispered
"Keep an eye out for them, Kurenai...They are dangerous men...non-sexy ones too."
Kurenai rolled her eyes, and a simple word ran through her head. No duh.
"That's all you care about Anko."
"I know! And since they are not sexy, hurry up and finish the assignment, damn it! I'm hungry…"
She suddenly felt something sit next to her and sweep against her shoulder. Kurenai swiftly pulled out a make-up compact and dropped her wrist.
In a single movement, the compact was open, and Kurenai started to paint her skin with fresh make up. The grimace on her face was slowly noticeable as she applied each layer onto her face.
Kurenai stopped her actions to glance at the person seated beside her.
It was a teenage girl with a brunette head and thick curls. She was dressed in a vivid, cherry tube top that could have corrupted the pupils of Kurenai's eyes, and a pair of white, low jeans that exposed a purple thong uprising her back.
Kurenai almost winced at the girl. When she was in high school, girls back then had at least some dignity...
She looked up to see the Barbie look-alike watching her every movement. Her sapphire eyes scrutinized at Kurenai, as if she was some kind of freakish microorganism in front of the girl's face.
The girl gazed Kurenai from top to bottom and then raised an eyebrow.
"You're not really a teenager, are you?" she asked with huge suspicion. Her eyes were round as if she was trying to be intimidating.
Kurenai was taken aback. What the hell was that supposed to mean? And how the hell was she supposed to answer!
She straightened her back and gave the girl a fussy look.
"Of course I am! What makes you think so?" Kurenai gave a forced giggle and waved her hand.
"You seem too tall for a teenager, and you look a little too mature," she replied with a finger point.
Kurenai laughed loudly and pretended to blush.
"Some girls grow faster than average, you know. For example, there is a huge difference in our chest sizes," Kurenai said gesturing to the girl's chest, and then to Kurenai's chest.
Her azure eyes widened with outrage, and she sneered at Kurenai. She spun her face, so it faced the opposite direction.
Kurenai smirked, knowing she hit a soft spot. Most girls these days were too concerned about their body sizes.
The discussions of teenage girls revived her headache, and Kurenai was ready to punch the intelligence out of them. Her hand balled into fists and her teeth clenched.
'Relax...calm down...' she thought.
She took a deep breath, and then exhaled.
"Stupid girls. This ain't a party," the brunette girl grumbled. "They're chattering like it's a celebration when the boss is shipping us off to some weird country!"
It took a minute for Kurenai to comprehend that she was talking to her.
"Cut the crap. You thought it'd be like plumbing toilets? You thought wrong, girly," Kurenai responded.
The girl appeared shocked by her sudden change in attitude and turned her anger into painting nails with hot pink polish.
At that moment, a party of men sauntered into the room, and the mass of girls turned their babble into stillness. Every pair of eyes watched the men's movements as if they were going to pull a shooting on them all.
The leader was a conceited looking man who had tattoos all over his face. He wore a white suit and luxurious jewelry around his neck.
There was another man with him who looked to be another leader. His locks were dyed amethyst, which were wedged out into several directions. There were at least ten piercings in his face and many rings adorned his fingers.
The men following them looked around the room and smirked at the vast quantity of high school girls. Each of them looked like fighters, but they seemed more brawn than brain.
"So what do you think of these hot chicks?" Tattoo-face asked.
"Not bad...I'll buy them from you for $10,000 USD," replied Pierced-face.
Tattoo-face shook his head and placed his left hand on Pierced-face's shoulder.
"Come on Hiro, there's at least two hundred girls from all over Japan here...why not $20,000 USD?" asked Tattoo-face. He started laughing.
"Fine. But they better be good quality Tanaka, or I'll come after you..." Hiro started laughing at the dark hilarity he created.
Tanaka abruptly gave a grave expression and nodded to his men.
"Okay ladies, we're going to be shipping you to America," announced one of the men. "And don't worry; you'll get your money soon."
The girls broke into chatters of excitement and glee.
The men started guiding the girls out of the room, when all of a sudden, a bullet sound shot through the atmosphere.
The entire room ducked onto the dirty, tiled floor.
A slender figure jumped on top of a wooden box and pointed a revolver towards the cluster of men. They were only a few metres apart, but the group looked unfazed by the gun.
"Mitoshi Tanaka. Kurami Hiro. You are both under arrest for human traffic and suspected murder."
The voice was spoken in a low octave and it sounded strictly professional.
Tanaka sneered at the female with the gun in hand, which was pointed specifically at him. She looked pathetic. She was a woman, not a hazard whatsoever.
"Who the hell are you?" he asked, looking unaffected by the gun.
The woman narrowed her scarlet eyes at both Tanaka and Hiro. They were just unintelligent, dim-witted, brainless assholes who wanted to make money by selling women.
"Who the do you think I am? I'm a cop," she retorted in a venomous tone.
Hiro stared at her, and then laughed.
"Stop playing games. We have about five men on our side. You have yourself. You think you got a chance?" Hiro hollered.
Kurenai smirked and aimed her gun at Hiro.
"Don't underestimate me, jackass."
"Bitch! How do you think you're going to beat us?"
She shot at their feet, which made them take a step back. When they looked up, she was no longer there.
"Just like this."
Kurenai kicked the two leaders behind their knees and they broke down to the ground.
Before the men could act in response, she placed handcuffs on Tanaka and Hiro, and pointed the gun at the followers.
Suddenly, Konoha agents dashed into the room and started yelling at them to put their hands up.
All the men put their hands up instantly in surrender, and the teenage girls broke into tears after the fearful incident.
Both the men and their followers were escorted to police cars, and all the teenage girls were put into trucks back to the police station.
Kurenai positioned her back against the brick wall and exhaled.
'Man, that was simple as nothing.'
The winter chill brought goose bumps on her skin, especially since her attire was certainly not appropriate for the seasonal conditions.
"Yuuhi, Morino and Tsunade want you back after an hour. You got a new assignment."
Kurenai gave an idle gaze to the person and sighed
"I just finished one, Mitarashi. Don't you think they should give me break?" Kurenai asked.
"Perhaps you should provide them with some shit about it. They're in a conference right now regarding your new assignment."
Anko's laugh resonated throughout their surroundings and rang in Kurenai's eardrums.
Kurenai and Anko became close friends since Kurenai joined the Konoha agent squad.
Anko was a genuine, wicked woman then, but she was a reliable agent, one of Konoha's best.
She was overly energetic and had high tolerance for alcohol, but she managed to cheer Kurenai up from the hardships of being an agent.
Anko slapped Kurenai on the back and threw her head up to chuckle.
"We should go out the bar to celebrate!" she screamed.
Kurenai gave a soft smile and shook her head.
"No thanks, I think I'll go see what mission they have for me."
"Suit yourself. But I think this one is going to be a real pain in the ass."
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Hope you enjoyed this chapter, even though it was rather bland and boring. But an introduction is quite important, right?
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