Naruto Underground
A/N: Hello there! This is me, Red Cloud and this is my first Naruto fan fiction ever. It's a nasty brainstorm I had. You have been warned. But if you're here, might as well read it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, or anything related to it. Anything you recognize from Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.
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Chapter one
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It had been raining heavily for a few days straight. Mostly all the streets were almost flooded, as the sewers were unable to take any more water. All in all, the city was in turmoil. There had never been a storm in Konoha this bad before. Of course, Konoha was located on a pretty random place thinking of climate, and it did rain often, but a storm this bad was unheard of. Everyone was complaining about something.
Except police officer Hoshigaki Kisame. He was a man with the face that of a shark, skin as blue as that of a shark, and he pretty much looked like a shark. Naturally, he loved the rain. On the other hand, most criminals didn't really work in the storms. That was their only downside. You see, Kisame took his job seriously, but he was also a bit to the violent side. He hated the softies who always just let the criminals go with a few fines.
He wasn't the only one.
Beside him in the rain, was walking none other than Uchiha Itachi. The most famed police officer in Konoha. The silent one, the hard edge, the Enigma. Those were but a few of his nicknames. Unlike Kisame, Itachi didn't particularly like the rain, though he didn't completely mind it either.
Itachi wore, instead of the usual police uniform, a black coat and jeans, his pistols hanging from both sides of this belt, ready to be pulled to shoot. Itachi was, beside Kisame, one of the policemen who leaned to taking the violent way in and not the easiest way out.
Their policy didn't include leaving murderers, rapists and those sorts alive.
"This is the place" Itachi stated in a silent voice. His partner just nodded, and they went inside the abandoned railroad station building. Instantly, the smell of cannabis reached their noses.
This was the lair of Orochimaru, who was pretty well known as a drug addict. He did have very much respect in the underworld though. To anyone else, he was just a name in the middle of a lot. To the underground people, he was a person to be feared.
And Uchiha Itachi knew that. For years, he had 'persuaded' Orochimaru for information.
This persuasion was often hefty sums of money.
His superiors didn't like it, but as Itachi said, it was a reliable source of getting information.
Itachi and Kisame stood in front of the table that had a chair behind it. The figure resting his head on the table snapped up instinctively and gave a sick smile at their direction.
"Ah. What can I do for you today... Itachi-kun?" Orochimaru drawled before slamming his pale fist on the table. "I believe I asked you a question. What the fuck do you want, Uchiha?"
Kisame glared at Orochimaru before stating, "I believe you are in no position to talk like that... Orochi."
Orochimaru hissed before averting his attention to the shark-man. "I was talking to Itachi-kun" He stated in a snarl. Itachi cleared his throat.
"Orochimaru. I want to ask you for one thing and one thing alone." He said, and Orochimaru's lips curved into a twisted smile. "Oohh... so you finally noticed my charming good looks and decided to-"Orochimaru was cut off short.
"Fuck you, I'm not homosexual" Itachi snarled, swatting Orochimaru's hand, which had been creeping up to him, away while glaring at the pale-skinned snake man. Orochimaru's grin didn't fade.
"You just say that, Itachi-kun."
Itachi glared. In a split second, his fist was hurled at Orochimaru, who was catapulted from one side of the room to another, screaming bloody murder in the process. As the snake got up, he found himself pushed against the wall with Itachi holding him in a death grip while Kisame grinned sadistically from somewhere near.
"I asked you one fucking question, Orochi, and that is. Who killed Sarutobi?" Itachi almost yelled, but as amazing as he was he was able to control his temper. Besides, the other citizens didn't need to know about his contacts. Orochimaru's face had paled even more, if that was possible.
"I honestly don't know!" He yelled in fear, kicking the air trying to writhe free from Itachi's grasp. The younger man, however, was much too strong for the drug addict to handle. Orochimaru was starting to turn blue from his lack of oxygen. "Alright, I'll talk Itachi-kun, Kisame-kun, sheesh!"
Itachi loosened his grip on Orochimaru, letting the snake-man fall on the floor. A loud thud followed. Orochimaru slumped on his chair slightly hazed as Kisame spoke, "Alright, klutz, I believe you know something about the murder of Sarutobi the mayor. Am I correct, Orochi?"
Orochimaru sighed. "I can't confirm anything for sure, but Momochi Zabuza was seen around that time. Could've been just a coincidence, Itachi, but when does that guy do anything else than kill people? He's an assassin for crying out loud, but speaking of asses..." Orochimaru was again cut off.
"Fuck you, Orochi" Came from both Itachi and Kisame at the same time, and Orochimaru continued, afraid of being on the receiving end of Itachi's wrath.
"Then there's of course the fucking drug king, Gatou. There's absolutely nothing that ties him to the murder, except that he has always loathed Saru for snatching the title of mayor right from Gatou's nose. That's really the only thing that could bind him to this case, but I doubt it. Shit, it's more likely that your little brother murdered Saru than Gatou- gah!"
Orochimaru was once again embedded into the wall. Itachi hissed, "Continue."
"One new criminal caught my attention" Orochimaru said, glancing warily at Itachi and Kisame, "His name is Baki and he comes from one of the major cities, Suna. He's nothing special, but there is a possibility he's connected, somehow. You can never know in this rat-infested little hole anyway."
Orochimaru smirked. "That's all I have. Come back when my lackeys have fished out some more, and by the way, watch out for the street kids. They may know something."
That was the last thing Orochimaru said before he fell asleep. Itachi sweat-dropped and motioned for his shark companion to follow.
"We're leaving, Kisame."
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Uchiha Sasuke was in a bad mood. Okay, that was an understatement. Granted, he had just started his second year at the police academy, things weren't looking good for the famed Enigma's little brother at all.
Number one problem, Haruno Sakura. Chances are that woman joined the police force just because Sasuke did. And that didn't suit well with the broody guy, not at all.
Number two problem, Itachi himself. Sasuke didn't know why, but he felt himself grow irritated at the very thought of his brother. Nothing sort of hating, but just about everything about Itachi's perfection made Sasuke's blood boil.
He was told here and there that he could become just as good, that he had the potential.
He hated having potential. He wanted to become as good, right here and now.
That would never happen.
Instead he spent his days brooding in his kitchen, or listening to his precious Iron Maiden.
He idolized his brother, yes, but he also envied him. Typical for someone whose brother is famous.
With a sigh, Sasuke grabbed his umbrella, put on his shoes, slammed the door shut as he went to have a walk in the rain. Itachi did always say that rain calmed down the human nerves.
Sasuke snorted at that thought.
"Brother, you liar..."
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"Hey! Get back here you fucking brat!" Yelled the old man running the general shop around. He was chasing a boy about the age of 16, who had sunny blond hair that was very dirty after sleeping a lot in the thrash bins. His once sky-blue eyes had hardened and now shone the coldest ice.
His partner wasn't that far off either, his red hair dancing wildly as they ran, holding the few groceries they managed to steal unnoticed. Gaara of the desert glared back to the shopkeeper with a murderous look, but his partner obviously didn't have the same idea.
"Oy, damn shopkeeper! You think we like this, so shut the fuck up!"
Gaara sighed. Uzumaki Naruto, age 16 (more like 13, Gaara thought), Gaara's best (and only) friend, loud, but intelligent. They had been living off the street for as long as they could remember, not that they cared anymore.
They had stopped caring years ago.
Knowing each and every alleyway definitely had its perks. In just five minutes, Naruto and Gaara had lost the shopkeeper.
But they hadn't lost someone else.
"Uchiha Itachi" Naruto breathed hard, his eyes narrowing to slits as he glared at the police officer.
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Fwee. Done. As I said, this is a weird idea I came up with a few days ago, and decided to write it out.
Any comments and/or suggestions? State so in a review. Please? Anyway, Sayonara for now!
