Summary: AU. They're stuck and alone; they need help escaping and the only one they can turn to is Sasuke. Yet as Sasuke continues to discover the mystery of the missing hackers he is left wondering how the heck are they going to get out of this mess? NaruSasu
Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to me not.
Warnings: Sexual-themes, violence, alcohol and drug abuse, Het., Yaoi, and coarse language.
Pairings: Main: NaruSasu, Side: ItaHina, KyuSak
Hey everybody. I have been in the writing mood quite a lot lately, and this plot has been running through my mind for some time now.
I am going to apologize right away. I have no idea what can and cannot be hacked/cracked, so if some things seem unrealistic I apologize. But just go with it.
Also, my fight scenes suck. I am trying to improve but….yeah, definitely not the best.
THIS IS A NARUTO STORY! (Please bare with the names, they are not OC's)
AN: I really need to stress that this is a Naruto story. I would tell you why I'm using other names for the majority of the prologue (I even recently edited and added a hint) but you have to wait until later in the prologue to find out. If I told you, it would destroy the entire prologue. But they are Naruto characters! There won't be any OCs!
Impressive Mess
By: PurpleCranberi
Prologue
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We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess
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DATA CODE, ACCEPTED.
PASSWORD: XXXXX-XX-XXX-XX-XXXX
TRANSMITTING…
…DONE
CONNECTED.
IP ADDRESS: BLOCKED.
It's too hot. We'll be leaving town for a change of scenery. We'll send word when we arrive.
You know what to do.
Wind & Sand
CONNECTION CUT.
LOGGED OUT.
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The young brunette glanced at the clock that was hanging on the wall opposite of the small blue plastic chairs that he was currently sitting on.
"Still an hour," he groaned and slumped down into the chair, glancing around the waiting area.
People were walking to and fro; some where standing in line at the check in for luggage, waiting for the young girl to take their bags; and some people were lazily lounging in the terribly uncomfortable chairs like he and his partner were; and others were standing and heading to the platform because their train had arrived.
He turned to his friend and proceeded to poke him on the cheek.
"I'm bored, Kurosaki." The boy whined, again poking his friend's cheek.
Brown eyes glared back at him, before the hand got shoved away from Kurosaki's face, stopping the third poke from reaching its destination.
"That's not my problem," Kurosaki's gruff voice stated, before turning his gaze away from his now pouting friend.
"But Kurosaki~" the voice whined louder, and proceeded to tug on Kurosaki's sweater.
"Manji, shut up." The deep voice of Kurosaki commanded, resulting in a slight huff from the shorter male and a childish pout, arms crossed and all.
"Where are you folks headed?" the older gentleman whom was sitting beside Manji questioned breaking the small silence that hung over the duo.
Kurosaki regarded the man with a cool expression, his eyes raking over the gentleman's entire body.
Noticing the inspection that Kurosaki was giving him, the man chuckled nervously and turned his eyes away from those probing chocolate brown eyes.
"We're going up North!" Manji exclaimed happily as he stood up and stretched, some stiff joints cracked. "it's too hot down here,"(1) he complained and turned his honey brown eyes to the man.
Unlike Kurosaki's eyes, Manji's were warm and friendly, and were not looking to uncover the man's deepest secrets. He looked as though he was genuinely interested in having a small conversation with the man-just to pass the time.
"Ah, sounds like fun." The man remarked as though pacifying a child, which in some instances Manji could be.
"Mhmm," Manji hummed and turned back to his friend and smiled at him, "we still have an hour, do you want some food? I'm starving!"
Kurosaki glanced up to his friend and slowly shook his head, "you're always hungry," he remarked before moving some brown locks blocking his eyesight.
Manji glared at his friend and stuck his tongue out before he remember that there was other people around. He smiled politely to the man who had decided to talk to them trying to not make himself out to be a fool.
"Don't wander," Kurosaki's voice told the younger of the two who was now walking towards the up-ramp that lead to the only food source in the entire train station.
The train station, Union, was a remarkably big one. It was located in the heart of the downtown core of Konoha, and was constantly busy with city life. Every form of transportation within the city, and the province for that matter led to this station: Subway cars going to each of the corners of the city all led back to this station; the trans-city buses and trains led back to this station, and the trains that travelled through the country and down past the boarders all came to this station.(2)
Thankfully Union was a beautiful station. It's architecture was marvellous, it dated back to over a hundred years. Even though the outside still possessed the old stones that were used to build the station (sometimes it was under construction to make sure it didn't crumble), the inside was completely modern.
It all depended on what section of the station you were in. Since it was divided into three sections, each one had a different design and atmosphere.
The subway station where the KT (Konoha Transit) was located, was dreary and dirty. The subway, busses and streetcars that all came into the station stained the walls with the pollution they emitted and the numerous of homeless people that littered the walkways holding out coffee cups for money made it a less desirable place of the city.
The GF (Government of Fire) transit was in a different section of the building. These were the trains and buses that travelled between the cities and towns bringing workers into the downtown area. This area had white linoleum flooring and had all the food and concessions stands. There were displays showing the arrivals and departures of the train, and hordes of people stood around them waiting for information-and once that information was spotted, everyone headed for the stairs and onto the platforms.
And lastly the Via Rail section was where he and Kurosaki were. The floor was marble and the tellers were all elegantly dressed. There were marble columns lining the sides of the entrance. The wood ticket booths were a deep rich brown mahogany colour, lining both sides of the ramp that lead down into the waiting area. That area transformed into white linoleum flooring and the green, blue and red plastic chairs divided into different sections of waiting areas.
It was the hub of the city, workers who worked in the many high rises downtown were often found jogging across the platforms trying to catch a train so they could go home for the day, just repeat it the following day.
"Attention passengers, Train 87 heading north West to Churchill, Manitoba has been delayed. I repeat Train 87…"
Kurosaki groaned and rested his head back agains the wall. 'Great our train was delayed'. This was only the second stop on the three day trip and it was delayed?
Manji reappeared several minutes later with a brown paper bag gripped in his hands. The logo of Burger King displayed on the front of the bag.
"I brought you fries anyway," he replied tossing the bag to Kurosaki who caught it with ease and grace that was hard not to notice.
"Damn," muttered the man who had earlier tried to start a conversation with them. "I wonder how long this delay will be…" he trailed off and looked towards the mocking wall clock.
Manji sighed, "Who knows?" he shrugged his shoulders and plopped down on the chair that he was previously sitting on.
"Next time we fly," Manji coolly stated and bit into a fry, chewing loudly on it. Kurosaki didn't reply and took out his own fry, munching on it slowly.
Half way through his medium fries, that he had decided not to let go to waste, Kurosaki saw a shadow walking towards them, making him look ahead and noticed a man approaching.
He had white haired and was taking long strides, drawing attention to him as he moved towards the duo. He was wearing a security jacket belonging to the Via rail, the company that the two of them were travelling with. He also seemed to know whom he wanted to approach, since he kept his beady eyes on the two of them.
Kurosaki glanced at his friend and saw that his honey brown eyes were focused on the man, calculating and matching up who he was within his mind. Manji just had a talent like that, he was good with faces and often remembered them if he even saw them once.
"Excuse me," the man's voice called to them. He was getting closer making him decrease his speed, "Manji and Kurosaki Ewon?"
Manji frowned and looked at the man in confusion, while Kurosaki just analyzed the man's posture.
"Uh...hi?," Manji weakly offered, the man could only be a few years older than themselves.
"I am sorry, but can I have a word with the two of you in my office?" the man questioned, taking out the small security badge that each employee is given.
Written at the top was the man's name: Mizuki Touji. (3)
Manji hesitantly nodded and stood up slowly, followed by Kurosaki who had not acknowledged the man's presence verbally, he just kept watching him like a hawk.
Manji turned back to the man who he had been sitting beside, and politely chatting with before waving a quick goodbye over his shoulder before following after the security guard, and walking along side Kurosaki.
Manji briskly walked behind him, as the name registered in his mind. Mizuki Touji, was on the payroll of the very person they were trying to evade. He felt his eyes widen and looked over to Kurosaki to make sure they were perfectly disguised. (4)
Kurosaki's dark brown hair was still perfectly atop of his head, hiding the true hair underneath. Thankfully they coughed out the real money to buy the expensive synthetic wigs that came with an elastic 'sure grip' headpiece that concealed all your hair. While Kurosaki got the dark brown colour Manji went with a lighter brown.
Also getting coloured contacts was also expensive. Each pair needed the case and the solution, though neither of them are new to wearing contacts. So they both got brown coloured contacts. Kurosaki got chocolate brown coloured contacts, matching his hair slightly. While Manji got light honey brown also to match his hair and make it look believable, that they were in fact brothers.
The worst thing about having to disguise themselves was the makeup. God, it was embarrassing enough to have to go in and buy the makeup to cover up their scars and tattoos, but to actually apply it to their skin. It was downright humiliating having to wear it out in public-though thankfully it blended in with their skin tones and it was unnoticeable to the naked eye.
Nodding to himself, Manji knew that there was no way Mizuki knew who they really were. It would be impossible, nobody knew they were skipping town. Nobody knew of their aliases'.
"What is this all about?" Kurosaki asked once they turned down a hallway. There were offices lining each side of the walls, a gold nameplate beside each door.
"We will talk once we reach my office," the cold voice replied, not even sparing a glance to the brunette.
They stopped half way down the hall. Mizuki opened an office door, the golden nameplate displaying his name and the fact that he was head of security for Via rail.
Once the door was opened he strode in and gestured both Kurosaki and Manji in. They hesitantly walked into the office.
The office was small and impersonal. The grey standard desk took up most of the space in the office, and two lone red chairs sat oppsite of the desk.
"Take a seat," Mizuki happily spoke and closed the wooden door behind the two of them.
Manji took the offered seat, the chair that was closest to the wall and furthest from the door. He nervously fiddled with his shirt and watched as Kurosaki decided to just stand behind the empty chair and stared passively as Mizuki took a seat on the other side of the desk.
"What is it you want?" Kurosaki demanded, crossing his legs and arms, watching Mizuki with a guarded expression.
Mizuki smirked, something sinister behind it, before he placed both his hands on his desk and regarded both males. His beady eyes were unnerving and Manji couldn't help but feel as though he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
"Well….I was expecting you both to be a hassle," he told them offhandedly, "you know, put up some sort of fight," talking as though it was the weather, "but it is a pleasant surprise to find you've cooperated." He smiled and turned his attention to Manji, "I'm sure you know who I am."
Nobody spoke and silence fell from the room.
Mizuki scrunched up his face and gave Manji a perplexed look, "did you honestly think those disguises would work?" He scanned his eyes over both their bodies, making Manji on the inside quiver, they couldn't afford to be discovered.
"I think you're mistaken," Manji began, schooling his features into the picture of innocent confusion. He turned over to Kurosaki as though looking for answers but Kurosaki just continued to stare impassively at the white-haire man.
"Really?" Mizuki replied happily, leaning back on his chair. He eyed Kurosaki curiously, "I'm assuming you're Gaara? Gaara Sabaku?"
Kurosaki made no recognition of the name and didn't even open his mouth to reply. His chocolate eyes resting on the man, and never leaving him, as though it were a showdown.
The man smiled at the lack of reaction before he turned and looked over at Manji, "and you're probably Naruto Namikaze." He smirked eyeing the younger of the two, before chuckling with glee. "Oh right, pardon. You go by Uzumaki now, correct?"
"Sir, you have the wrong people," Kurosaki spoke his voice full of ice. He turned to Manji, before turning back to Mizuki and staring at him with no expression on his face.
"Is there anything you need with us?" Manji questioned, shifting uncomfortably in the chair.
"Yes, actually. General security detail, random check." He smirked evilly and glanced over to Manji's partner, Kurosaki.
"Hn."
"Where are you guys headed?" He asked, pulling a piece of paper out from a folder and looking at its contents.
"We were heading to Churchill." Manji answered easily, and kept his eyes on Mizuki.
"Mhmm….for what business?" he asked, tapping a pencil against his chin, not lifting his face to them.
"Family." Kurosaki replied sharply, glaring at the man.
"Oh, you have family up there?" More tapping to the chin, and a smug expression crossed his face.
"Yes."
"Well that's strange," the man murmured looking towards the two of them, "Manji and Kurosaki Ewon, right?" he asked with amusement dancing behind his grey eyes.
"Yes…" Manji answered hesitantly, unsure of this line of questioning.
"Funny, there's nobody with the name Ewon up in Churchill. Wanna try again?" He smirked and closed the file and addressed both boys.
Kurosaki rolled his eyes, "They don't have to have the same last names as us to be our family."
Mizuki hummed and placed the file back down on the desk, "Well, let me be frank." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Manji and Kurosaki Ewon don't exist. I do my homework boys," he cracked an eye open and looked them over again, "so let's get straight to the point. You," he pointed directly to Manji, "are Naruto Uzumaki." He smiled and then turned his pointing finger to Kurosaki, "and you are Gaara Sabaku."
Manji and Kurosaki both kept quiet, and no signs of nervousness or unrest could be detected from their posture of facial expression.
"No we're not," Manji stated coldly with a hint of annoyance dripping in his voice.
Mizuki ignored them and smirked and sat straight on his chair.
The silence that followed was deafening, and the tension was thick that it felt suffocating. But neither Manji or Kurosaki made a move any hint of recognition or any tell-tale signs of lying. However the silence was broken by a single knock to the door.
The smile that crept onto Mizuki's face was eerie and it made both of their stomach's churn. The door slowly opened, even though Mizuki gave no command for who was outside to come in. Once the door was opened two muscled men in security attire entered the small office space, causing Kurosaki to move, making him stand behind Manji's chair so that he was knocked over by the new additions to the room.
"Hello boys." Mizuki greeted the new men. He stood up and showing a small amount of respect to them, before taking his seat again.
The two men nodded to him, neither one speaking as they turned their eyes to the two brunettes. Kurosaki had his eyes narrowed and his posture was defensive. Manji's eyes were glaring hatefully at the men, his posture also defensive but he looked like a cat instead of anything ferocious.
"These are the two," Mizuki nodded to them, "you know how to handle this situation."
The men nodded to Mizuki in understanding, once again not even opening their mouths.
Before anyone knew what was happening one of the guard's lounged at Kurosaki. Kurosaki easily sidestepped him, and gave a sharp uppercut to the jaw, causing the man to stumble into the wall.
Manji stood up abruptly and took the chair he was sitting on and threw it at the other man who was now approaching both him and Kurosaki.
The chair was dodged and the man smirked, "nice try kiddo."
The man who had stumbled into the wall, from the punch, was now standing back up. He slightly dazed and attempted to grab Kurosaki around the neck. Since Kurosaki was not paying much attention the attempt succeeded, which caused him to cough out of shock from having a hard grip blocking his windpipes.
Manji wasn't worried about his partner, once he saw the man grab Kurosaki, so he kept focus on his own fight. He lunged himself at the man, and began a series of punches, all which were dodged or blocked efficiently.
Kurosaki grasped the man's forearms that were crushing his neck, and dug his nails deeply into the skin there, clawing at only made the pressure increase around his neck. Kurosaki groaned and decided to take drastic measures. He opened his mouth wide and bit down onto the guy's arm. That caused the man to loosen his grip on the brunette, but that just encouraged Kurosaki to dug his teeth in deeper but at the same time stomped down on his foot. The man yelped in pain and dropped the brunette as he felt pain shoot through his foot.
Kurosaki smirked and punched the guy in the gut, causing him to double over and cough, spittle hitting the dull carpet. Kurosaki heaved a few deep breaths, letting the air back into his lungs, but he was pissed and then kneed the guy in the stomach making him crumple to the ground.
Just as Kurosaki turned his eyes he saw Manji get tossed against the opposite wall. The man who threw him marched over and smiled as Manji shakingly got up on his feet just to have a fist strike the side of his cheek, causing him to crash into the side of Mizuki's desk.
Mizuki made a noise of distaste, just as Manji groaned and opened his blurry eyes, having not regained his senses from the throw and the punch that followed.
"Fuck," Manji ground out and glanced at the man who was approaching him. A smirk smearing the man's features, as Manji used the desk as leverage to hoist himself back into standing position. His legs were wobbling quite a bit but he was not going to give up with out a fight.
"Bring it," Manji challenged hotly and smirked just as the man grinned and began to re-approach Manji. However before the guard could make it over to Manji, the brunette felt hands grab him and cloth was shoved harshly into his face-covering his nose and mouth.
Manji panicked from the surprise of the new hands, and at having both his airways completely blocked, and inhaled the sweet scent that the cloth was drenched in. He knew that inhaling it was a stupid idea, but his mind and body were on two different pages of what to do.
Soon his arms felt like jelly and he felt extremely weak making him give up his struggle against the hands holding him back. His vision began to blur, but he noticed that Kurosaki was now rushing towards them, muffled voices filled his head but he couldn't determine what they were saying before everything turned black.
Mizuki smiled when Manji went limp in his arms. Kurosaki was fast approaching them anger radiating from every pore.
"Now, now Gaara," Mizuki chided and pulled Manji closer to his body, the unconscious brunette hanging like a rag doll in front of him, "don't be so rash."
The guard who had been fighting with Manji took a hold of Kurosaki's arms. Kurosaki didn't protest, not sure of what would happen to his friend if he did, but the guard felt like being dramatic so he kicked the back of Kurosaki's legs, creating a jolt of pain to rush through his body and making his collapse to his knees.
"Ah, fuck!" Kurosaki swore under his breath, a tear forming in his eyes from the pain.
Mizuki smirked, watching as the guard who had kicked him took a hold of his arms again and pressed his foot down on one the legs that he had just injured.
"Stay," the guard hissed into Kurosaki's ear.
Kurosaki grunted and watched as Mizuki pulled off the wig that his friend was wearing, revealing soft sunshine blonde hair held back by the sure grip.
"Well look at that," Mizuki muttered, and let the wig fall from his hands before pulling the elastic sure grip off as well. Mizuki glanced towards Kurosaki, looking for his reaction before he pulled Manji's chin up, giving a clear view of Kurosaki's partner's unconscious face.
Kurosaki bit the inside of his cheek as he watched Mizuki rub the blonde's cheek harshly, causing three faint parallel scars to appear on each of the blonde's cheeks.
"Well, if it isn't Naruto Uzumaki!" He exclaimed happily and looked at Kurosaki. The blonde was still dangling in his arms like a doll and it was pissing Kurosaki to see his friend that way. He opened his mouth to say something to the bastard but instead ended up whimpering slightly as the wig and sure grip was roughly tugged of his head.
"And Gaara Sabaku!" Mizuki exclaimed giddily, watching as red hair was unveiled to the room. "My employer will be so happy that I caught the two of you!" he smiled wickedly. He nodded to the guard holding Gaara's arms back and smiled as he took out a similar looking cloth that had been used on Naruto.
Gaara opened his mouth to curse out Mizuki, but a white cloth soon covered his open mouth and his nose. He struggled in the man's grasp as he was forced to inhale the sweet smelling drug and felt the world spinning under his knees. He watched with dazed eyes and Mizuki laughed and dropped the unconscious body of his friend. The laughing dulled and he stared at Naruto's relaxed face as the drug dragged him into the darkness.
TBC?
I decided to post it today, instead of later this week like I originally planned because I need a pick-me-up. Hopefully I get good feedback, but I do want your honest opinions, nice honest opinions. I don't mind criticism, but be polite please.
(1) Hint One: "'it's too hot down here'" What's the first sentence of the story? ^^
(2) This description is modelled after a real station. It is called Union Station, but I found out that a lot of stations are called Union so I'm comfortable using that name.
(3) That's Mizuki's real name, looked it up.
(4) Hint Two: Disguises, need I say more?
Opening italics: Snow Patrol-Run
Reviews are love.
Cya in the next chapter!
Edited: 08/24/10