The Phone Call
"Thank you for calling Akatsuki headquarters, this is the receptionist speaking, how may I direct your call?"
"Uh, hello, uh, this is, Uzumaki Naruto. Is Uchiha Itachi there?"
"And what is this in regards to?"
"Huh? Regards to what?"
"What is your business with Uchiha-san?"
"He's been trying to get into, er, contact with me for some time."
"Okay, please hold while I inform him of your call."
::Insert horrible waiting time music here::
::Phone picks up - it's Itachi::
"Uzumaki Naruto."
"Uchiha-bastard! Stop trying to kill me and take the damn Kyuubi. And for goodness sake, let Sasuke kill you so he will come back to Konoha dattebayo!"
"No."
"Well, you better or-or-else!"
"..."
"What, scared stiff of what I'm going to do to you?"
"..."
"Shitting your pants?"
"..."
"Quaking in fear?"
"..."
"Playing sudoku?"
"..."
"I know you're there, so say something!"
"How the hell did you get this number?"
"Yellowbook. com."
"...::mutterings in the background::...find and destroy Yellowbook. com...::another voice::...yes sir..."
"Are you talking to yourself?"
"..."
"If you're not going to talk, then why are you bothering to stay on the line with me?"
"Skip-tracing. I now know where you are."
"Shit!"
::Line goes dead::
"I can't believe you were right, Itachi-san. He actually looked Akatsuki up on Yellowbook. com. Now we have his location."
"Yes, even my genius amazes me sometime. Let's go Kisame."
The End.
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(Oh yeah, I don't own Naruto or Yellowbook. com.) - Jess With Nails