|$| The Three Hangmen |$|

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May I ask you something?

And you won't laugh?

Promise?

Alright.

What will a fish and a bird do when they fall in love with each other?

Do you know the answer?

No?

I also do not know it, but maybe we can find out together.

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Strong rain was pattering down on the town. The city was drowning in the greyness and it was nearly impossible to see your own hand in front of your face due to the very dark night. The life raved in the million metropolis Los Angeles, however, off the activity, away from the whole twaddling people who had a good mood, out of sight of the witnesses, somebody fought desperately for his life.

A man of middle age who had dared to deceive one the triad boss. At least he had tried it. However, one had found out, because his small mud work for the Marcipanes that used this name only as a code was unessential. They had needed exactly six hours to catch him and to condemn him.

Condemn him to death.

There was no other judgment for a betrayer, it didn't matter how big his betrayal was or how big he was. The man knelt in the mud, his whole body was trembling. His clothes were already glued to his body.

Around him there were the three hangmen. The rain was getting stronger with every minute. Big lakes of water were already built on the streets and the smell of fuel and cars was inhaled by the man slowly. His breathing was fast, and his sweat was mixing itself with the sour rain that was pouring down hard.

"P-p-please … H-have mercy …", his voice was fragile, his eyes glazed. Did they already break this man?

However, nobody paid attention to him. The answer to his begging came immediately. Somebody pressed a weapon to his temple, the cold gun barrel made him deliberate that it was too late.

It was his own fault, how could he really believe that he could betray him?

With his betrayal of 200,000$, he had sealed his destiny. His body wasn't able to move anymore, iciness climbed up in him. A heartbeat later a vague noise resounded through the streets. Then a floppy body fell to ground and crimson blood mixed itself with rain. His eyes were wide open and dead.

There was no flickering, not a single glitter his eyes anymore.

The only light in the surroundings dropped long shades on the bodies of three men. It seemed that none of those three guys felt anything right now, it wasn't relevant that the men had destroyed a human life.

The rain pattered further down on them, the streets were flooded and the dark figures were reflected in this never ending rain. The oldest among them yawned and made a bored grimace.

"Finally we are done."

"Will we leave him here?", the voice came from the left and the hangmen turned to their newest member. Sabaku No Gaara wasn't working for a long time for the Uchiha clan, however, in spite of his lack of experience the clan head was very happy with him.

The oldest groaned and declined. Shikamaru Nara was not exactly the type who had any intention to hide corpses, according to his opinion it made no difference, when the police found the dead person. They weren't able to proof anything.

Why?

Simple, because those three hangmen were very careful in order to remove all kind of traces. "How troublesome. I'm really not in the mood to throw that old person in a river or to dig a crazy, big hole. He can rot on the floor and maybe some stray dogs will have a bite of his delicious flesh. I don't really care."

The third person gave a light laugh and already started to walk away from his companions. His shade passed the twisted garbage tonnes and he went directly through the empty streets. His two colleagues followed him and after they had left behind the dark quarter, the leader of the hangmen put down his hood and golden-blond hair that stood off in all directions, appeared.

Slowly the streets became more animated, brighter, lively and cleaner. In the big high street Shikamaru Nara rummaged in his jacket pocket for a packet of cigarettes. With relish he moved in a cigarette and as the blonde haired guy turned round to his so-called colleagues. "The job was fine under our level or since when do we move as a cleaner through this shitty area?"

They interfered unobtrusively among the people and were within less than a few seconds quite normal citizens of the U.S. and no ice-cold killers who lived with a double identity. Nobody saw that they worked for the most crude triad boss of the American underworld.

There was no reason, they behaved unobtrusively and, nevertheless, they had their eyes and ears everywhere. Nothing escaped them and those things that escaped them, there was nothing that could ever surprise them in such a way that it showed a danger for their boss. Besides, each of three hangmen had a specialty.

Shikamaru Nara was responsible for the upper society; this kind of society his boss negotiates with, he controlled them and their intentions, he also provided that the lower society kept quiet and caused no difficulties.

The job to look after disagreeable contemporaries like police, FBI, CSI and greasy employees was part of Sabakuno No Gaara's job. Although he wasn't working that long for the Uchiha clan, he proved his good talent especially for observations just as he did today.

Naruto Uzumaki had a special status. The unobtrusive chauffeur was responsible for the security of his boss and till present he had never failed. Besides he enjoyed a high degree in trust and the other two hangmen supposed that Naruto had some strange sort of friendship to their boss.

Soaked to the skin the three young men entered a small diner that had opened overnight. By this late hour it was widely empty and the hangmen estimated exactly this in this diner. The store had been getting long in the teeth.

The bar was worn, the leather seats were torn slowly and the pictures on the wall were more than 20 years old. Nobody seemed to want to renew them. It was dark in their favorite diner, the light was dim in the back of the restaurant there was some flickering lights and the smell of french fries with too much oil hit their noses. The door bell rang and the old owner came out behind the cash.

"Ah, Messrs. Tic, Tric and Trac."

Naruto smirked widely, meanwhile they had been here so often that Doug had already given them a nickname. Doug's thick horn spectacles were full of fat and the men were surprised that he could still recognize them. Briefly he took up their order and then disappeared into the kitchen.

The diner was empty.

Except for one single young man in a suit nobody else was in immediate nearness. The appearance of the stranger did not seem to fit in at all in this sphere and he hadn't looked up yet as the three killers had entered the snack. Indifferently he sipped at his cup of coffee and turned the pages of an economic magazine.

Sasuke Uchiha looked quiet and in no manner tense. The last living Uchiha was aware of his influence and his power in the subsoil and had no fear of the fact that at an unknown time an assault could be committed. Almost silently his employees walked along him and sat down in a corner. Naruto leant directly next to him against the bar. For a while nobody said a word.

"Everything run smoothly."

Sasuke was quiet and the blond man besides him knotted his hands into each other. Uzumaki knew that his boss had expected nothing else and, nevertheless, there were even more news.

"Gaara has asked around a little bit and right now it looks like it will become uncomfortable."

For the first time in this evening the Uchiha looked up from his newspaper. His eyes were bored. "To what extent?"

Naruto shrugged with his shoulders and hummed: "CSI has got a change of their seizure of power. You already know, the small incident three weeks ago when you have given the order to blow the old man's head off and his men too."

The black-haired leant back, a cynical grin had appeared on his face. With pleasure he thought of the man who allowed to kill his whole clan years ago. He had hunted that guy and shot in his head by himself. Before the guy died Sasuke Uchiha had broken every single bone in his entire body by himself. Hour by hour he had enjoyed the triumph in the most crude way.

"Looks like as if the FBI is involved now.", Naruto spoke with bored voice. "What exactly they plan, Gaara does not know yet, but there are discreet tips that they want to do research in our district, too."

Sasuke let the news work on him, then he took a gulp of his coffee and turned to his magazine again. "Tell him, he should stay on the ball. He will get his money tomorrow."

Naruto nodded and pushed off from the bar. The today's night would run quietly. Three men supervised the sphere of their boss and kept an eye on suspects. They had the mud work behind them and as soon as Sasuke decided to come along, finally, on the way in the hotel, they would also have end of work.

However, till then hours should pass.

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