Chapter 1:

Sweetheart's A Killer

He sat up flipping a coin in his hand with a look of boredom, looking for a thrill but not finding anything out of the ordinary, only the same old women that regularly visit the bar. He dusted himself off, took his last shot of his Chechnya Vodka, and gave the bartender a nod before popping his hat back on with confidence.

"It's on the house, but only for tonight, Naruto!" He said to him, cleaning a glass with a cloth.

"Ah! Well I guess I owe you one, Shikamaru!" He replied, waving as he walked away with a smirk.

As he exited the bar, he looked around. First checking the grand clock in the middle of the lobby that hosted several bars, one next to the other. Naruto preferred Shikamaru's because it wasn't as overpriced as the others, the self-entitled business men in the city were ridiculous when it came to pricing. It was only fifteen minutes to midnight; too early to go home, he figured. He had been stuck in an office all month; however, he couldn't complain as the view of the deep sea was soothing and work wasn't too difficult to get done. Rapture was like a dreamlike world, an impossible fantasy that he was living. He was living a life of riches in this city.

It was quite crowded out in the Welcome Center. Lots of women in their high waisted skirts, defining their slim waists, in their black heels, and red lipstick. They all laughed, drank champagne, chattered about what they had bought at Fort Frolic in one of those expensive French stores. Their voluminous and wavy hair, cut right to their shoulders, with a bit of a high twirl at the front, most brunette, while others varied from cute freckled redheads, to green eyed blondes.

But taking a better look around, he spotted a very rare sight. There was this beautiful girl sitting alone by the veranda of the Kashmir Restaurant balcony, just a few feet above him, enjoying a cup of what looked like tea. The dim lighting of the city wasn't doing her beauty justice, yet she managed to shine. She looked calm, thoughtful, like she was enjoying her time alone. Naruto decided he wouldn't disturb her yet. He wanted to observe her, really absorb every little detail of her face and beautiful, light creamy skin.

The jazz music that echoed from the restaurant romanticised his stalking, it seemed creepy to him to watch a girl from a far at first, but he couldn't help it. Her black hair had a violet shine to it under the lights of the city, and unlike all the other girls', it was long and straight, like fine silk. Her eyes were a very light grey color, also with a hint of violet but mostly from the lights that adorned the streets of Rapture, and her long lashes fluttered in a charming way.

Naruto couldn't help his male urges and decided to look her from the bottom up, but immediately blushed as he saw how smooth and slender her legs looked under her tight tube skirt that reached all the way to her waist and ended right below the knees. She sat like royalty, with her legs tightly pressed together, but he still was so enticed by the bit of skin showed; and her figure, it made him dizzy just thinking of it, not a perfect hourglass, she was still just as thick and healthy as the other girls, but her curves flowed in harmony. They were not too much, or too little, her shoulders were not too broad, so he imagined being able to wrap his arm around her without fail or awkward adjustment. He wanted to get to know this beautiful woman, hear her speak and watch her beautiful thin yet well defined and plump lips mouth every word.

Without hesitation, Naruto made his way into the Kashmir with a suave attitude, of course requesting a table next to her. The girl did not notice him sit at the table across from her, also by the veranda. She was intrigued looking down at the people that passed by, laughing, couples holding hands, young men joking and whistling at young girls that walked by, but immediately getting a terrible response from said females that drew giggles from the onlooking girl; however, he was planning to steal all of her attention once settled at his table. Before the waitress left to bring what he ordered, he whispered something in her ear,

"Excuse me miss, I would like you to bring the finest most expensive drink you have to that little lady over there-put that on my tab."

"Right away, sir." The waitress did what he commanded, a little confused as to what his motives were.

He watched eagerly as the girl looked at the green bottle of Moonbeam Absinthe. He saw her mouth move and hesitantly ask something to the waitress, with slight discomfort, and soon enough the waitress pointed at him.

Naruto waved at the girl and she looked away with a shy look. She dismissed the waitress and grabbed the bottle as she got up from her table. He gulped loudly, looking at her bodaciously sashay towards him, swaying her hips with each step. With a loud thud, she placed the bottle on his table, putting one hand on her hip.

"I don't drink." She simply says. Her smile is one of both defiance and playfulness, she didn't come off as menacing, rather very flirtatious.

"This is the drink the famous artist, Sander Cohain, drinks. Rarest kind here in Rapture, baby girl."

"And how is that supposed to change my mind?" She was slightly annoyed by the name he called her, but ignored it. Oddly enough, she enjoyed arguing with him. Maybe because of his good looks and witty charm, but that wasn't enough for her to get her interest.

"You should try it. It's truly a delicacy." He was still in shock that her voice was so soft and high pitched, very innocent sounding for such a lustrous girl.

"No thank you…" She hesitated for a second and asked, "What is your name anyway?"

He was delighted to hear that question. That mystery girl would soon have a name in his book, as well.

"Naruto Uzumaki. Big lawyer. Specialized in business partnerships." He extended his hand out to her, with a sly smirk and a sparkle in his eye. She slowly gave in, his beautiful, perfect blue eyes were mesmerizing. She had never seen a man with blue eyes such as Naruto, and his blonde hair was shaggy but attractive; he looked like a risk taking man, some one ready to have fun.

"Hinata Hyuga." Displaying her soft and feminine smile, she shook his warm hand. It was firm, yet gentle. He very kindly invited her to sit, which she did, to his delight, with certainty.

"You have quite the last name." He admitted, pouring himself a drink of the expensive liquor."

"Seems like you're well informed, then." She smiled to herself, holding her glass out for him to pour her some. He gave her a surprised expression but complied.

"I am a lawyer for many businessmen, like I said, sweethear-" He stopped when she gave him a look and corrected himself, "Miss Hyuga. So I've met your father a couple of times."

"Impressive." She admitted, "But I think we both know my father well enough to understand that if he saw you, his business lawyer and partner, drinking with his daughter on a wild Saturday night he would fire you. Even worse, end your career." She spoke in a very nonchalant way, as if trying to intimidate him.

"You think I don't know that, Miss? I could've payed the bill and walked right outta here the second I heard your name, but I'm still here, aren't I?"

She was even more impressed by his audacity to pull such a card, especially since he has met her stern and cold father. He was very protective his daughter, especially in this city where the youth is "out of control," according to him.

"That's true," She replied, "I think it's time I repay you."

"Repay me?"

"I've been friends with the owner of the restaurant, Brenda, since college. I'm sure she can let this one slide for a good ol' friend."

"So that must mean you like me." Naruto smirks, pouring himself another glass.

With a slight blush that was partially hidden by the blush she had already applied with her make up, she rubbed the back of her neck, "Maybe I do. Either way, I don't think you could ever win me over. Many have tried."

"That sounds like a challenge I'm willing to take." He whispered with a sultry voice as he leaned forward, closer to where she sat with a playful smile.

Author's Note:

I'll have to change certain facts from Bioshock to fit the story, which I admit to, sorry to fans who won't like it. I understand.

This story won't involve the characters from Naruto to meet and mix with characters from Bioshock.

Rapture and the setting of Bioshock seemed appealing to me to write this story. Let me know what you think and if you want me to continue.