Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or it's characters. But I do own Hashimoto…yeah, he's mine.
Hide, he thought frantically as building after building flew past him. No, run. Run and just don't stop, he decided as he took a sharp turn and raced down a dark alleyway, hardly noticing that the nice condos and apartments around him had morphed into old and rundown warehouses.
Suddenly shouts and loud barking sounded at the far end of the alley. "Shit," he swore and wheeled around to go back the way he'd come, but he heard more shouts from that direction too.
"Shit, shit, shit," he muttered before slipping into a narrow gap between two of the buildings that made up his small alley. Quickly escaping the confines of his newly made shortcut, the boy burst out into a clearing among the warehouses, pausing to catch his breath.
"Oh fuck," he breathed, for surrounding him in a loose semicircle were at least 20 armed officers. Whipping around to retreat through the same crevice, the boy saw a man blocking the other end and aiming a gun at the teen's head.
Fuck, I'm in deep shit now.
Turning to face the impressive force before him, the boy plastered on his most devious, convincing smirk and sauntered forward, casually saying, "C'mon, I expected more from you guys. Seriously, over 20 men to catch a 15 year-old boy? That's just disappointing, Hashimoto."
His last words were directed at the front and foremost man, who was evidently the leader of the squad. Captain Hashimoto pointed the barrel of his gun at the boy's face and cooly replied, "Take one more step and you won't have to be disappointed anymore–because you'll be dead."
"Hmm, tempting, but no thanks," the boy grinned, completely unruffled.
Hashimoto's face contorted as he sneered, "I didn't think so. Now don't move, Inuzuka Kiba, and maybe your death will be quick and painless."
'Quick and painless' my ass, Kiba thought grimly, but just laughed, flashing fang-like teeth. "Yeah, right, and maybe you'll give me a nice funeral too."
"You never know," Hashimoto leered as his men began to close in on Kiba.
Backing up until he was pressed against the wall, Kiba bared his teeth, slid a pair of twin knives from the pockets of his jeans, and snarled, "Come and get some, fucktards." Lunging forward, Kiba engaged a man in the front line–dispatching him with a quick cut to the throat–before instantly hitting the dirt as 3 shots rang out. Two other men dropped.
"Idiots," Kiba muttered as the two bodies–on opposite sides of the crescent-shaped formation, of course–fell. "Friendly fire's a bitch, huh?"
Rolling back onto his feet, Kiba rushed at the line again, in an attempt to escape the deadly semicircle. Slashing with his knives, he managed to split their ranks and disable 3 more men–but at a hefty price. Kiba let out a cry of pain when the ball of lead buried itself in his shoulder, causing it to gush blood and quickly soak the sleeve and side of his shirt.
Hashimoto smirked.
While the knife from his injured arm tumbled to the ground, Kiba threw his remaining dagger, killing another man with lethal accuracy. But soon the extreme loss of blood forced Kiba into a kneeling position as his other hand desperately tried to staunch the bleeding. The pool of red spread around Kiba as he tilted his head back to glare at Hashimoto, who was slowly walking towards him.
Through his blurring vision, Kiba just managed to make out the victorious smirk of the captain. So this is how it ends, huh? That sucks…
"Any last words?" Hashimoto asked, pointing his handgun straight at Kiba's face. A bead of sweat silently slid down the teen's face.
"Yeah."
The captain waited expectantly.
A wolfish smile crept on the 15 year-old's face. "Fuck. You."
Hashimoto's icy green eyes narrowed; he was not amused. The finger on the trigger tightened and–bang!
The gun flew from the Hashimoto's grip as he was flung to the side from the force of the bullet that had just been introduced to his brain. Kiba flinched as the warm blood splattered on him–not for the first time in his life.
All remaining 14 of Hashimoto's men froze and stared in shock at the lifeless corpse of their captain–now making a bloody mess on the ground at Kiba's feet. But Kiba wasn't stupid; instead of looking at the obviously dead body, he turned his gaze upwards to where he thought the shot came from.
His efforts were rewarded when he saw 3 dark figures silhouetted against the sky on the roof of one of the warehouses: 2 figures crouching on either side of the one standing–who appeared to be holding the gun responsible for Hashimoto's unexpected death.
In one deft movement, all three people leapt from the low roof onto the ground in front of Kiba and faced the remaining men. The one in the middle–a boy with the top half of his shoulder-length black hair pulled back into a half-ponytail and who looked about the same age as Kiba–idly twirled the gun around in his hand and, in a rather bored voice, drawled, "Fuckers like you are so troublesome."
"Oh cut the bored crap, Shikamaru," said the blonde girl on Shikamaru's right. Hands on hips, she cocked one out and prettily told the onlooking men, "Sorry about him. But seriously, if ya don't get out of our fucking way, we're gonna tune ya up (1) real good. So you should go, like, now." Pulling a pistol from the confines of the thin bra under her short-cropped cardigan–the only thing stopping her overabundance of cleavage from spilling out, and doing a poor job of it–the slut of a blond winked.
The third person, a heavyset boy with unusual spiraling tattoos on either of his cheeks, chuckled darkly and pulled out a revolver of his own, aiming it at the opposing men just as Shikamaru and the blond girl had.
Kiba, a silent observer of all of this, was impressed by how calm the three of them were despite being outnumbered nearly 5 to 1. But, why're they helping me? I don't even know who they are.
Hashimoto's squad all looked at one another and nodded. Shikamaru barely had time to sigh, "How troublesome," before he and his two comrades threw themselves to the ground as shots rang out. After the first round, those who wielded knives or batons instead of guns rushed to strike before the three could get up.
That was their first mistake. Shikamaru shot down all those who approached him while the blond girl smashed her gun through the skull, or any body part really, of any who came within range. While those two were protecting him, the heavyset boy quickly took out the men who had guns.
Soon, a total of 20 bodies lay motionless in the clearing.
"Good shot, Choji," commented Shikamaru as he removed his hightops–now stained red–from the growing pool of blood with a look of great disdain on is face. He sulkily shoved his hands
"Thanks," replied the other boy, "but did ya see Ino beat the shit out of them other guys?" Choji laughed. "What dickheads."
The blond, Ino, grinned and replaced her pistol in her bra. "Got that right."
"Now," Shikamaru turned to Kiba, who was now standing and clutching his injured shoulder, "what's a matter wi'you? No 'thank you'?"
Bristling at the superiority in the other boy's voice, Kiba growled and spat out, "Thanks."
Ino laughed and flipped her long blond hair over her shoulder. "Ooh, feisty I see. That's good, you'll need to be if you wanna survive with us."
Warily, Kiba said, "Whaddaya mean?"
"What, you think we saved yo ass back there just 'cause?" asked Shikamaru, raising one eyebrow. "We did it 'cause we saw somethin' in you 'n thought you might be able t'handle it. You're the first in a while, ya know. Most people we see 'round here who don't belong to a gang already are retarded–well, by our standards. And they're not usually dippin' (2) from a crapload of cops either." His mouth twitched into a small smile.
"Well, murder isn't exactly smiled upon in Tohoku," Kiba pointed out wryly.
Shikamaru nodded his approval. "Hmm, only 15 and you've already had your first kill. That's impressive for someone who's not one of us. I think you'll fit in just fine."
"I dunno, Shikamaru," warned Ino. "Who knows what Tsunade'll think?"
"Eh, who the hell cares 'bout Tsunade," Choji scoffed. "S'not like anyone listens to that bitch anyways."
"Retard!" snapped Ino, punching him in the gut. "She's our Head Boss (3). Don'tchu go talkin' 'bout her like that!"
"Wait, fit into where exactly?" Kiba inquired. "I still don't really get who you guys are or where you're from."
"Into our gang: the Drakes. You're in our territory after all, so it's our right to claim you as one of us–either that or kill you. Your choice," replied Shikamaru nonchalantly as he wiped blood from his gun.
"Oh… well alright then. Do I really have any other choice?" Kiba said. "It's not like I have anywhere else to go anyways."
"I thought you might agree," smirked Shikamaru. "C'mon, it's time to bring you home (4)."
(1) tune up: to beat up
(2) dipping: running from the cops
(3) Head Boss: the leader of a gang
(4) bring home: to adopt someone into a gang
All "gangster" terms are from clips I watched of the show Ganglands.
AN: Okay, to recap: Kiba's on the run from the cops; Team Asuma belongs to a gang known as the Drakes (aka the Leaf Village); they save Kiba's ass and then recruit him into the Drakes. More Naruto characters will show up later on in different gangs.
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