This is not my first story as this is my second profile. You can check out my first profile 'MikeRedJurassic10' if you'd like.
I thought of this after seeing I rewatched a movie known as 'Horrible Bosses', but added a very different spin.
This is an AU fanfiction, therefore meaning that none of these characters may act similarly to their actual counterparts. So I apologise beforehand. And with my other Naruto story, the location of where you want this story to be is entirely your choice.
I'll stop talking now, so enjoy the first chapter!
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HORRIBLE MOTHERS
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Chapter 1: Meet the Sons... and Mothers
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(Naruto's POV)
Looking incredibly weary, I enter my apartment in my business suit. I head straight into my bedroom. I plop my briefcase down on the floor, strip off my jacket, loosen my tie and a few buttons to give myself some air, and I collapse right onto my bed like a dead man. Before I close my eyes, the digital alarm clock reads 1:23 AM.
The sound of my alarm beeped, and my eyes immediately open. I was still wearing my clothes, and I groan, Man, it happened again. I check the alarm clock, and it read: 5:00 AM. Time to go to work. I sat up, shutting off the alarm while doing so. It was even harder for me to even get out of bed and hit the shower.
After showering, I got dressed in the very instant before eating breakfast. Heading towards the kitchen, I open my fridge, and I get out an egg carton and some orange juice. Just simple fried eggs to start off my day, then I go and get Ramen for my lunch break, then no dinner afterwards.
Now done with my breakfast, I wash the dishes in the sink, fix up my briefcase, grab my car keys, and I'm out the door in 15 seconds.
It's now 5:40 AM, and I'm driving off to work in my grey Mercedes-Benz GLE Coupe. Looking at my Samsung Galaxy S8 on a phone holder to my right, I dialled a number and put straight into the car's speakerphone.
"Hello?" A groggy female voice asked.
I said, "Hey, Hinata! It's Naruto."
Hinata as she groaned, "Naruto, it's five-forty in the morning."
"Yeah, sorry. This is like the only time I have to make any personal calls. I just wanted to see if you felt like going out again because I had a great time with you on our last date."
"Our last date was two weeks ago. And you haven't called me since."
I winced, wishing she wouldn't bring it up, "I know and that's my bad. I've just been swamped at work that day and…"
"Oh yeah, I remember. Work was all you talked about when we went out," she interrupted me coldly.
"Right. Well, I'm up for a promotion which will give me a lot more free time, so I was hoping…
"Listen. I'm sorry to say this but… actually seeing someone. And if I weren't, I would definitely go out with the old you. Because the last thing I need right now is the new you; some career-obsessed guy complaining about hard days at work. See you around, Naruto."
She hangs up the phone, and I frown but continue driving down the highway. I guess I should've gone on more dates with her and things wouldn't be like this.
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I get to work just before the sun comes up and I leave long after it goes down. And based on that phone call I just had, I really haven't had sex in a while with someone other than myself. And me going after a woman is seldom ever since I graduated from college. Hinata was probably my only chance and I guess I threw that away. So in terms of a love life; mine was pretty shit.
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I go through an opening and drive down the street until I come across the business park. After a few blocks down some more, I park my car just a few feet away from this 23-storey building. I exit my car and run full-speed to the entrance.
"Morning, Akio!" I waved at our office's security guard, that I have seen almost all the time, as I loosened my tie a bit before pressing the elevator button. This office had 4 elevators for both sides. Very busy place in the afternoon.
"Morning, Mr Uzumaki," he greeted back with sincerity on his voice, "You better hurry."
"Yeah," I breathed until I checked my watch, reading 6:02 AM, and I deadpanned. Fuck.
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But in terms of work; Hinata's got it all wrong; I actually love my job. I have fun working alongside my coworkers, and I enjoy the fact that my working conditions in a great office exceeded my expectations; I'm an executive at a financial firm. And better yet, I love living in my apartment. It's pretty spacious; two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room and a dining room that connects. The best part of the that is I have a roommate who happens to be my best friend. He wasn't there since he's currently having his vacation. So my life was pretty high standard.
Except for the hitch.
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I'm now sitting at my desk inputting information from a large pile of documents and typing that information into a spreadsheet on my computer. The clock on my computer turns reads 8:00 AM. Just minding my own business, until Sai, a coworker of mine and good friend, comes to me with some papers and places them to the side of my desk. I look at the stack and I look at him funny, "Hi, can I help you?"
"These are for you to process," he leans on my desk, as always and gestures at the papers, "Yeah, Ino asked me to bring them to you."
"Hmmm…" I grin.
"Say no more," Shikamaru, on the opposite of where I am at his own desk, says as I laugh, "So are you actually gonna ask her out or not?"
"I am, but what do I say?"
"Oh come on, man. You have an IQ over 200. You should be able to 'calculate' what you should say," I joke and laugh, which makes Shikamaru laugh as well.
"Haha, very funny," Sai appreciates the joke but sighs, "Why does this have to be such a drag?"
"Just breathe, then you speak up," I advise him.
"Don't worry man, you'll be fine."
Then my desk phone starts ringing and I pick up, "Hang on, I gotta take this. This is Naruto."
"Naruto, can I see you in my office?" A sweet female voice says to me, "Please?"
Sai and Shikamaru nod at me before heading back to their own business. I gulp, knowing what the conversation at her office was going to be about, "I'll be right there, ma'am."
I put down the phone, heading for my boss's office.
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Now let me tell you a story. When my father passed away when I was about 5, my mother, the one and only Kushina Uzumaki, was left with nothing because the inheritance was taken away from us by some greedy businessmen. I never knew much at the time up until now. It's a sensitive topic and she refuses to talk about it. So came into this town alongside me with a car and $500 that she had left with to start off with. Then, she started working for this financial firm starting from the very bottom. But because of her determination and taking shit from good people, my mother earned herself promotion after promotion after promotion. Now get this; after 18 years of hard work, she had turned that $500 into $500,000,000 and counting. And now she is the senior president of the company. Guess she got the last laugh. Sounds ridiculous, I know, but she did it. Do you know why she succeeded in the end? Because she worked her ass off and took shit from trustworthy people. The key to success (they will not teach you this in business school, by the way) is taking shit from people you trust. That's what I've been doing the last year since I graduated from college, and it's all about to pay off.
So what's only hitch?
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I'm watching camera footage of me being late for work.
My boss pauses the playback and she looks at me, "This is what concerns me Naruto. You're a very punctual man. You know the importance of being here right at 6:00 AM. Which is what leads me to think that… there must be something wrong with the clock on our system."
I squint, "I may have been a MINUTE late."
"Yeah, but according to this," she points back at the TV screen, "You were TWO minutes late. So either you're a liar, or this system is off by a FULL minute. And if that's the case, I'm gonna have to fire Akio, our longtime security coordinator."
"Okay, I may have been two minutes late."
"Oh," she leaned on her desk, crossing her arms, "Well then… you were lying?"
"No," I immediately say, "I… who are you calling?"
I'm too slow to continue speaking as I see her picking up her desk telephone.
"Akio. I gotta let him go," she said without a glimpse of guilt in her voice. It sounded more like she was stating a fact.
Oh shit! "No, uh… I WAS lying. Sorry." I finally speak the truth, feeling like a total idiot, knowing I could have told the truth earlier.
"So, you were lying?"
"I didn't mean to. It was more of a saying, "Might have been a minute late!"" I laugh awkwardly. My boss looks at me like 'really?', as she puts the telephone down, I gulp, "Literally, uh, truthfully, was two minutes late," I say with low confidence. Naruto, you are such an idiot.
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The only hitch?
I work with my mom. The worst part is that she's actually my boss. Who right now is giving me some fresh shit for being TWO MINUTES LATE.
Don't get me wrong. I love my mom for the life she has given me and herself. Everyone respects her for that. But sometimes… she could be a TOTAL FUCKING BITCH.
Now, where do I stand in this company? I worked up the ladder when I first arrived. Right out of college, actually. My mom already offered me a part in the big leagues where she currently stands. I refused. Why? Because I didn't want people to see me as an STP. Or specially treated person.
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(Sasuke's P.O.V)
"Boy, I have to get used to driving with this big, heavy ring on my finger," Sakura says to me giggling. We were getting engaged.
"Really?"
"Yeah, I keep swerving to the left, babe," she tells me, "But I don't want to change it. I love it so much."
"I love YOU so much," I say to her sincerely, smiling brightly.
"I love you too," she replies sweetly, "I'll call you when I'm done!" Then, she gets out of the car almost immediately.
"Have a good day at work!" I call out, but I didn't think she heard me.
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When I was a kid, people would ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wanted to be a husband. I always gave the same answer. Okay, I know that sounds weird since most boys wanna be soldiers, astronauts, firehouse chiefs or personal trainers… but to me being a husband was, like, the highest calling for any man. And thanks to Sakura, that dream is about to come true. Unfortunately, no one's gonna pay you to be a husband unless you marry Oprah. So I had to find a job. Now, I always admired dentists ever since I was a kid. They're smart, they're capable, they keep your teeth healthy. So after eight years in school, I became one. Now, I have my own office and I'm loving life.
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"Morning, mom," I call out to her, holding a folder in my left hand.
"Morning, sweetie," she replies. I lean down to kiss her cheek as she is sitting on a chair, "How are you doing today?"
"I'm fine. Thanks," I smile at my mother before looking at my next patient's sheet.
"Son, do ever see that show Gossip Girl?" She says in an unusual flirty way as she tinkers with an excavator.
"No."
She begins to make sexual noises, making me very uncomfortable "Ooh. I watched an episode last night. I fingered myself so hard to that Penn Badgley guy, I broke a nail. See?"
She shows it to me. Yeah… it's broken alright.
"Uh huh," I chuckled before turning around, widening my eyes and rolling them.
"I bet you're no 'shrimp in the cock department', huh, Sasuke?" She mocks.
That's it! "Okay, mom. Come on."
"What?"
"I'm uncomfortable talking about that stuff with you," I say, "Why can't you just keep these to yourself?"
"Oh, Sasuke, come on. You know that I like to fool around with men," she crosses her legs. I blink my eyes as a reality check. Man, you're wearing shorter skirts today.
I only sigh to myself, "Anyways, I gotta patient and I don't want to keep him waiting. So if you'll excuse me."
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Okay, so coincidently my mom, Mikoto Uchiha, just happens to be a dentist. Big deal, at least we have SOMETHING to talk about instead of all the lovers she's had after dad divorced her and remarried. But she's happy, and it's good to see that.
I don't want to hurt her feeling or anything, but I just can't stand her being near my working area. As a matter of fact, being a dentist would have been the perfect job. If not for her. An EVIL CRAZY BITCH, D.D.S (Doctor of Dental Surgery).
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(Gaara's P.O.V)
I observe the warehouse and two people catch my attention, "Ah, that looks great. Keep up the good work!"
"Thank you, sir!" One of them replied.
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I love my job. And if you ask me, anyone who hates their job has no one else to blame but themselves. We make our own destinies, and I've made a sweet one. I'm an account manager at a chemical company. And let me tell you, the job has its perks.
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After walking around the warehouse for about 30 minutes, asking our employees how their conditions are and what not, I stumble across my older brother Kankuro signing papers from a UPS Delivery girl. Wow, she looked good. So being me, despite not really a guy who can flirt. I gave it a shot.
"Hi, can I help you?"
"He's just signing for these packages," the UPS girl states.
"Thank you."
"Oh, no. I should do this. Kankuro, I got this," I say as he smiles at me, knowing what I was trying to do. He hands me the clipboard and waves off, "Thank you. This is high-priority stuff here."
"Thank you."
"So, what's going on here?"
She looks at me confused, "I'm sorry?"
"Is this one of those hidden camera shows?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you're way too cute to just be a UPS girl," I admittingly confess, "You have got to be a model or actress or something, right? What happens when I open these? Will something jump out, bite my penis?
"No. Nothing's gonna jump out and bite you 'there'. I'm just a UPS girl," she half laughs all the while pointing at my crotch during her explanation. Her face was blushing red from my comment.
"Shut up," I give her a smile while handing her back the clipboard.
"It's true," she says playfully.
"Well, then, I need to take you out to dinner."
"Why?"
"Because I want to be able to tell my friends and family that I took out the hottest UPS girl to have ever existed. Come on, what do you say?"
I study her eyes and facial expressions; she was considering my offer briefly, then she wrote down her number on a post-it note and gave it to me.
"Awesome. I'm Gaara, by the way." I extend my hands to shake hers formally.
"Matsuri." She accepts the handshake.
"Pretty name. How's Tuesday for you? Macaroni Grill?"
"Okay."
"See you then, Matsuri."
She waves goodbye as she heads off. I open my DATEBOOK and I scribble "UPS Girl a.k.a Matsuri" on my Tuesday slot. Every night of the week is filled with appointments with other women: "Uniqlo girl", "Blonde Chick", and so on. I'm that kind of guy, what can I say?
"She's cute, man?" Kankuro places his left arm around my neck, "You got it."
"Caught another fly in your web, Gaara?" A man's voice calls out to me.
My smile becomes brighter.
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But the real reason I'm here is this guy: Rasa, my boss and my dad. The sweetest man I know. He loves me and I love him. Everybody loves him.
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"Hey, dad!" We embrace, "And I did actually."
He smiles at me and pats me on the shoulder, "Come, I'd like to speak to you in my office."
We walk into our office building. The place was nothing really special, but it was for us since my family has owned it for the past 20 plus years. Right when we were about to head into his office, we see my eldest sister, Temari, waiting by the bathroom door.
"Morning dad, Gaara," Temari greets us both, clinging on to her private area. Something was up, "I've been waiting to get in there for a while."
"Who's in there?" He asked her.
She sighed, "It's mom."
It made us both groan.
"Oh, jeez," Dad knocks on the door, "Honey! Temari's waiting."
I hear the toilet flush, and then I see my mother storm out the door, murmuring to herself, "Man, I can't get any privacy around here?"
"Okay, Temari," my dad tells her, she nods and mouths 'thank you' before going into the bathroom. Then he snaps at mom, "Karura!"
"What?" She snaps back and puts on a cocky posture. She speaks quieter so she doesn't gain the attention of the other employees, "What?"
"Is your stomach alright? You seem to spend more time on the toilet than at your desk."
"I didn't realize I had to tell you every time I wanna take a dump," she retorted, "Was that a part of our marriage I didn't know about?"
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If the worst thing about this job is having to tolerate my mom, also known as the DIPSHIT COKEHEAD BITCH around these parts, well it's a small price to pay.
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"Do you need to tell me when I have to take a piss, too?" She taunts again.
"I'm just trying to get you to do your part like what our kids are doing, sweetheart. It's not easy times."
Her grin turned into a resting bitch "I do my part. I do other people's parts. But it doesn't matter to you. You just wanna come and bite my ass because I'm your wife. You know what? I don't hear you giving Temari, Kankuro or Gaara any shit."
That's because they do their work and do it well. Maybe, you could take a lesson from them?" Dad challenged.
Mom snorts at him, "The only thing I'd take a lesson from him on is being a 'player'. And I wouldn't take that lesson because I'm not that kind of person."
"Singling me out? Nice touch." I say sarcastically.
"Alright, I'll talk with you later," dad tells her before speaking to me, "Gaara, come on."
Mom glares at me, and I do just the same. She clearly had a problem with everyone. It wasn't always the case before. How she got addicted in the first place is beyond me. And how our dad didn't put her through rehabilitation, I will never now either.
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(Naruto's P.O.V)
"Trust is everything in this office, Naruto. I know you've been working ass tail off for that promotion," she says to me as she slowly paces herself around her office, "But if I can't trust you, how do you make you Senior VP of Sales?"
I blinked a few times. Didn't she trust me? "Mom, you can trust me."
Yeah, now you sound like my ex-boyfriend," she begins to mimic him, inputting a deep husky voice, "Trust me. You can trust me, babe. Nothing's happening behind your back. You can trust me."
"All fucking bullshit! Meanwhile, he was fucking every young slut in the neighbourhood," she brushes her long beautiful red hair in frustration.
I sigh, "I told you he wasn't good for you. But did you TRUST my judgement? No."
I was pretty sure that mom heard me but didn't respond, instead, she was walking towards her credenza with several bottles of booze, two glasses and an ice bucket. She begins to fill up a glass with ice and Scotch, "You want one?"
Dumbfounded at the fact she poured a drink, I stutter, "Um… mom? It's… 8:15 AM."
"You think there's something wrong with a woman enjoying a drink in the morning?"
I considered that intimidation, so I shook my head, "No… no. Sure, I can have a drink."
She nods. Once finished pouring, she hands me the glass, "Bottoms up, mister." Then she goes back to her desk to sit down. And here I am, standing like an idiot with a glass of Scotch on the rocks.
I chuckle uncomfortably, "None for you?"
Mom laughs, "Naruto, it's 8:15 AM. I'm not an alcoholic."
"Hmph," I said as I place the glass of whiskey on her credenza, "Mom, the only reason I took it is that I thought you were gonna have one. So I'm just heading back to…"
"You took one because you thought I was gonna have one? Does that sound like something a senior VP would do?" She interrupted me. I jumped for a moment since she had put on a booming voice, "Doesn't sound like one to me."
"Of course not," I said as I attempt to revert the situation. Obviously, that wouldn't work on her, "I was just trying to be polite."
"So what? Let's say, if I was gonna go naked and dip myself in a bath of honey and shaved coconut, you'd do that too?" She challenged.
Now it was my turn now to comply, "First and foremost, why would I join you naked in a bath?"
"Oh please, we shared a bath together when I got ourselves our first apartment."
"Yes, but I was 7." I pointed out.
"Son, just answer my question."
"No, I would not."
"Sure?" She asked again.
"Of course."
"Of course," mom repeats my words, before finally sitting down on her desk chair, sighing in satisfaction of how soft her chair was. I watched her adjust her suit jacket and unbuttoned it to take it off, revealing her white blouse that was pretty transparent to any eye; I could see her black bra underneath, "Anyway, we've moved up the date of the AGM so you're gonna need to complete your due diligence by Monday; I'm afraid you'll probably need to be here all weekend."
"That's fine by me."
She smiles, "I knew I can count on you. And just remember, if you want a promotion, you…"
"Gotta earn it," I finish her sentence, "I know. You've said that to me many times. See you for lunch."
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'If you want a promotion, you gotta earn it.' It's a saying my mom tells me everytime I work or when she has to speak in front of an audience. Always a standing ovation since every crowd knows her background.
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"Naruto," she speaks to me softly before I could leave. She gestures at the whiskey glass with her eyes, "That's 18-year-old Scotch. I can't really expect me pour it back into the bottle, do you?"
I was unsure of what to do at this point. Knowing it was my mom and not disappointing her would mean the world to me, I walk back to her credenza, pick up the glass and I gulp it all down. Mom watched in satisfaction as saw her biting a pen, smirking at my displeasure of drinking alcohol in the morning. Once I was finished, I place the glass back to the credenza and I cough.
"That should carry you till lunch, huh?" She jokes. It suddenly became clear, that my mom was probably a sadist of some sort.
I leave her office and headed straight back to my desk. I saw Rock Lee, Sai and Shikamaru waiting for me. Business as usual. Minus the whiskey.
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(Sasuke's P.O.V)
It was nearing lunchtime and I was just about done with my fifth patient of the day. This one was a tough one for me; this guy had an impacted tooth and a wisdom tooth issue), so I needed some extra hands. Mom was the only available pair, so I had no choice. The patient was under a lot of gas, so he couldn't feel a thing.
"Mom?" I ask her. She sat across me, "Do you mind passing me the water?"
"Okay, hang on," Mom grabs the Water Jet tool. She briefly sprays some water in the patient's mouth, then casually sprays water down my crotch area.
"Hey!" I stand up, looking downwards. My pants were indeed wet, and the worst part was that they were very thin pants, so it was easy to see 'down there' if you know what I mean.
She playfully acts as if she felt guilty doing it. Trust me, she isn't, "Oh! I'm so sorry, I'm a squirter, Sasuke. Oh, you know what?"
"What?"
Mom checks out my crotch and raises an eyebrow, then exaggerates, "I think I can just make out our 'little' friend right here!"
"Hey, cut it out!" I say annoyingly, she was spraying even more down on my pants.
Studying my groin area, I unwittingly catch her biting her lip, giggling like a schoolgirl, "I'm so glad I got you circumcised when you were little."
"Okay," I really had enough, "Listen."
"What?" She legitimately sounded hurt. And not in a good way, of course. But what choice do I have? I can't have her trying to sexually harass me in a working area.
"Mom, can we stop doing this thing here? I mean, you can't keep doing this."
"Why?" She grabs my waist and pulls me closer to our unconscious, and speaks in a quiet, lustful voice, "Because you have a girlfriend?"
"Yeah, but… she's not just my girlfriend anymore. Sakura and I got engaged last night."
It was at this point, my mother's whole demeanour changed. She lets go of my waist and stands up, hands on her hips. Her face was full of dead seriousness, "What?"
"Yeah, I wanted to surprise you."
"You said she was just a hole for your cock."
"I never said that," I reply, trying to act cool. I was more weirded out than angry, "Why would I say that? Really not my style."
Our patient begins to moan as he was waking up.
"Shut up," Mom tells him as she turns the screw of the gas tank counterclockwise to apply more on our patient.
I awkwardly point and make a joke, "That's a lot of gas."
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(Gaara's P.O.V)
"Those plans are great!" Dad says to me. We walk out of the office as he had some other things to do, so I was accompanying him to his collector's item sand orange 1970 Cadillac Eldorado.
"Really?"
"Yes. Have Temari or Kankuro to put them down on paper, will you?"
"Will do."
He got into his Cadillac, and started the engine, "You're happy here, aren't you?"
"Of course, I am." I reply almost instantly, "I just want to know what you'll do with mom."
He doesn't reply quickly, but he does eventually, "I understand that you think your mother is under the influence. Let me talk to her first, okay?"
"Alright."
"Good. You got a bright future here, you know? Someday soon, it'll be you running this place. Temari and Kankuro say you should take over once I step down," this statement gives me a boost in confidence and determination, "Unfortunately, that can't happen since you mother's gonna take over once I resign.
Now the feeling came crashing down as I frown. I love my mom, but there was no fucking chance in hell.
"See you back at the house, kid."
"Drive safe." I wave him off.
"Yeah." And he drives away, and I head back to the office.
Until…
I hear a crash, a car alarm sound off and the horn of my dad's car continuously playing.
I look back, "Oh shit."
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To be continued...
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