A/N: Hey guys! I thought I'd try something different from crack fics and humor and give a go at something with more of a serious theme.
I'd really appreciate hearing what you think about it.
Warning: Language, violence, gore...
Disclaimer: The plot is mine, but the characters and references are not.
Twenty-one year old Uchiha Itachi sat in the driver's seat of his red and black Bugatti Veyron. His fingers tapped against the wheel as he looked out his tinted window, dark sunglasses over his eyes and a slight frown on his face. He didn't know why Pein bothered to buy them all the expensive cars. The only reason they would use them would be for chasing down those on their Wanted list with equally fast cars, and there weren't many out there who could afford the almost 3 million dollar vehicles. Personally, Itachi thought it was because his leader liked to flaunt his multi-billion richness to the world, but he wasn't about to tell that to his face.
Itachi had been sent on a small assignment to find and detain a college freshman who had been the cause of several fire outbreaks and explosions in Rain City. Although it did rain as if a constant typhoon was stuck in the city, today seemed to be an exception. Partly cloudy with sunshine and a high of 74 degrees. Looks like Kisame was right," Itachi dryly thought.
All of them in the force had jobs outside of their underground police occupation, and he was no different. He worked part-time in the main supermarket as a cashier. It wasn't glamorous, but he preferred to keep on the down low unlike the rest of his family and younger brother who was third wealthiest in the city- the Hyuuga Corporation second in comparison to Akatsuki Deals. A front that sold old antiques to hide the secret base underneath it.
Itachi checked the watch on his wrist before looking back out the window. He was currently parked in a partially empty parking lot behind a furniture store that had gone out of business long ago. Aside from his car not-so-stealthily hidden in the center of the lot, there were several motorcycles and two cars. They were mostly gathered around a large wooden ramp that had been set up, and a tiny crowd of teens and a few adults were standing nearby. Their eyes were watching the same thing Itachi was.
A crimson red and black Ninja doing flips and tricks up and alongside the ramp, the rider dressed in black boots, leather pants, and a leather jacket. Fingerless gloves and a studded belt were accompaniments to the fashionable outfit, a silver and black helmet on the head. There were cheers among the crowd as other riders joined in, revving around the lot and over the ramp. One came close enough to Itachi's car to rattle the door as it zoomed by before meeting up with the others where they performed a collective trick before steering to the center of the crowd and putting their show to an end.
Muffled clapping by his window, Itachi turned to the passenger seat beside him to grab a few needed items. A shoulder bag with important documents and photos and his utility belt which held a pager, gun, spray, and several sedatives in case things got wild. Itachi slung the shoulder bag around him as he listened to the crowd disappearing one by one and the main rider's friends riding off on their bikes. He stared down at his utility belt, decided he didn't need it, and opened his car door.
The lone rider was leaning against his bike, visor up and typing away on his cellphone. He didn't seem to notice that someone was approaching until they stopped a few feet away. He looked up and narrowed his eyes, sliding his phone shut and sliding into a back pocket. "Can I help you?"
Itachi inwardly smirked and crossed his arms. "I was just watching you. It's my first time being back here."
"How'd you know about this place hmm?" The rider pushed off his bike, a hand placed on its seat almost warily.
Itachi eyed the hand and then looked back to the teen he knew to be under the helmet. "I heard from a friend. Besides, you're not exactly the quietest."
"Hmph." The rider remained tense.
Itachi couldn't help but sigh. "I go to your University you know. I'm a junior, in a few of your classes. And there were some people talking around about a skilled daredevil and stunt artist. I got curious."
At this, the teen seemed to perk up considerably.
There we go. Let down your guard some more⦠"I have a friend who's also an artist," Itachi airily commented. "Though his art is a littleā¦strange."
"Do you now?" The rider took a step closer and removed his hand from his bike.
Bingo. Itachi held out a hand, brushing a few stray strands out his face. "My name is Uchiha Itachi. Nice to meet you."
The teen took his helmet off, revealing a shockingly blue eye and golden locks cascading over his shoulders and over his left cheek. He smirked and accepted the hand. "Hey. Nice to meet you- I'm Iwa Deidara yeah."
Itachi lifted his brow, looking him up and down. He seemed more friendly than the reports said. But people were always different when meeting them in person. "Well now that we've exchanged pleasantries, I'm here to give you a ride."
"Me?" The blonde tilted his head to the side, bringing his hand back down to his side. "But I already have a ride. It's my baby back there un," he jerked a thumb behind him where his Ninja stood.
Itachi wryly smiled, beginning to ruffle through his shoulder bag. "Oh I know you have a ride. I'm just here to give you a different one." He held out a stack of papers. "And I believe you know why."
Deidara accepted the papers offered with a slight frown, beginning to leaf through them. He could feel the other man watching him carefully. What's with this guy? Just what is he after? Suddenly he caught sight of one of the printed images and he began paying closer attention to what was actually on the papers. His eye seemed to widen with each new page he flipped to. His throat closed up and he snapped his head up to the amused raven. "T-This is-"
"That's right." Itachi's smirk grew wider, snapping a cuff around the teen's wrist before twisting him around and pulling his arm behind his back. He moved his mouth close to the shaking blonde's ear. "Hello. Nice to meet you- I'm Uchiha Itachi. And you're under arrest."
Deidara struggled, glaring fiercely over his shoulder. "Fuck!"
"Fuck is right," Itachi said, cuffing the teen's other wrist. "I'm taking you in."
A/N: And that's that... Feedback would be really appreciated :)
Just so I know whether to continue or not.
