I don't own Naruto, cuz if I did then Lee springtime of youth would be canonical
In a dark musty room in 'the underground' stood a circular cage. Many scar/blemish faced people of ill repute surrounded that cage ogling inside to see if there hefty gamble was successful or not, and cheered when buckets of blood painted the floor in a crimson red. The moderate sized room, which had only one entrance/exit, was deathly intoxicating with its lack of ventilation. The room was flooded with wide eyed gamblers holding up colored pieces of paper, yelling at each other over which dog would end it's pitiful career today.
From word of mouth, Shiba was the serious underdog here.
Sweat from shrewd gamblers, blood from the ongoing battle, fur that was stripped off, rusted metal from the cage, and pounding pavement invaded the senses as soon as he walked around the dimly lit room. Ironically, he would welcome the smell of wet dog to this.
In truth, the room was pretty big despite its location. The circular cage stood in the middle of the room with benches surrounding it, but it was easily ignored as the patrons would enclose themselves practically hugging the cage. Then there was a stand operated by five people that handled the betting. Aside from the pipes adorning the walls, it had plenty of space to walk around in, albeit without much light.
"Are you going to bet on me?" came a cocky voice from a sea of yells. Later emerged a lean man with red fang-like stripes on both sides of his cheeks, thin irises, and a toothy grin.
Kiba was a good guy.
He was one of the six members that helped Naruto with a certain 'clean up' job back in the good old days.
However, one of these aforementioned members was found brutally murdered in his apartment square. That one was named Choji.
Incidentally, it was Kiba who was handling the case, being that he was on the police force. The second in command of the canine division unit (CDU). He would never have gotten a job like that if it wasn't for his older sister taking him under her wing...or paw, so to speak. But Kiba was still up to his old antics, and making or losing a little spending money on the side in places like these.
"Are you crazy," Shikamaru said with a lackadaisical interest, "Why would I do something so troublesome."
Kiba grinned, "Then you must have been in the neighborhood, and just wanted to say 'hi'!"
Shikamaru could barely hear him even with his yelling, and wasn't exactly sure how he was heard, "I would have...if times were simpler. I'm here to talk about Choji."
Kiba's toothy grin turned into a solemn frown. He lifted his arm to scratch the the back of his head fully exposing his black jacket and sweats that he wore facing the dim light, his navy blue uniform a little exposed in his collar area.
"Sure," he said quieter having his voice blend with the background yells, and displaying a more serious tone of voice, "Let me finish my match, and we'll talk. Wish me luck!"
He walked off to one side of the cage where a giant white dog, separated by an enclosed cage, was being examined by red faced men exclaiming why they should bet on this dog. Kiba entered with Akamaru, and the people in charge closed the gate immediately, while they did the same for his opponent.
Kiba's opponent didn't look to smug or to scared for a newcomer. As a matter of fact, he didn't look to much of anything with that mask covering most of his face. And the fact that he had a giant bulldog by his side didn't waver any doubt.
As Shikamaru found a comfortable place to sit, he noticed a guy with a thick dark coat looking intently at the match. His face was also covered but black and green plagued his eyes. Shikamaru figured it must have been contacts.
What happened next was a blur.
As soon as the bell rang Kiba yelled, "Go, Akamaru!"
The other opened up a popular smut book, and simply said, "Play nice, Buru."
A few seconds later yelling was heard outside the door, and policemen came charging in on the only method of escape throwing smoke grenades, tear gas, and flashbangs around the arena. Everyone went into a frenzy: Kiba, and the masked man went to stop their dogs from fighting, the guy sitting next to Shikamaru went directly to where people placed their bets, and gunshots were heard causing a bigger commotion than there was before.
Shikamaru quickly went to a kneeling position and cupped his fingertips, for a few seconds. After being knocked down he immediately got up, to avoid being trampled on, and headed for the cage. One man was desperately trying to unlock the door as the abyss of noise and blood stained the crowd, and they tried to clean themselves with tears, or more blood.
"Hurry up Genma! *cough* One of them is bleeding to death!" yelled a guy with a beanie, and three tufts of hair covered his face separating where the eyes showed. Coughing from being exposed to tear gas.
"Fine Hayate," Genma said taking out the senbon that was in his mouth to pick the cage. As soon as it opened, a bloody red Kiba and Akamaru ran out bumping into people as they sprinted towards Shikamaru ignoring the blatant chaos.
"Well?" said an exasperated Kiba looking at Shikamaru pleading.
"You and Akamaru are going to ram against the opposite wall over there."
"Like old times," smirked Kiba, as he followed orders without asking why. When the wall crumbled, and broke in it's second tackle, Kiba instead asked, "How?"
It was Shikamaru's turn to smirk, "I was wondering why this place smelled so bad, and then I noticed the cracks on the left side of the wall after seeing a man in a dark trench coat run towards that direction. I figured with the door securely closed to avoid outsiders there had to be another source of ventilation or we'd suffocate. It's just too bad we're right next to a sewer system..."
Kiba and Akamaru bolted out the hole which made sense, they were policemen, and if they were caught in 'the underground' then there'd be hell to pay.
As soon as the hole on the wall was made, the people that weren't detained, passed out, or dead ran pushing Shikamaru with them. But not without a glimpse at two dead bodies, and two humans detained behind a cage. When Shikamaru made it to the others side of the hole, he was confronted by a strong stench far worse than that of the dark arena. Keeping a level head Shikamaru decided to run, the sooner he was in the clear, the sooner he can hurl in peace.
He was nearing an exit, when suddenly he heard many footsteps splashing behind him. Faster. Closer. It was getting hard to breath, feces invaded his lungs, and it didn't help as he heard, "Freeze or I'll shoot."
He didn't stop running, he was so close. He heard a few gun shots, but he didn't hear the bullet ricochet, and he wasn't hit either. Maybe it did hit him, and he'll feel it as soon as the adrenaline wears off. A second later he felt a large thump in the back of his head, and fell face first in the gunky water. Then, he felt bodies trip over him in rapid succession. He strained as he lifted his head to see who thumped him only to reveal a large black trench coat, carrying a bag, jumping on the ladder to freedom.
Troublesome, was the last thing he thought of before he was overshadowed by darkness.
Hello, thanks for reading this far into my first fanfiction. I'm not really confident in my writing ability and enjoy reading fanfiction rather than writing it, having said...typed that I won't leave this story incomplete, I'd rather have a messed up story than an incomplete one...so you have that to look forward too. Also, if you can give me any critiques, it would be really appreciated. Thanks m9
