Hey guys! It's been awhile it truly has. This story was suppose to be a short story just to get me out out of my slump, but it ended being this whole big thing on word so i was like "well fuck." and then decided, why not post it? Sure people are probably pissed that i haven't updated my other stories, but i guess it's worth the risk right? Anyways here's this story, and yes the chapters are going to be very short, but im basically done writing it so there will be updates every day. I hope you all enjoy!

WARNING: This is a VERY graphic story with A LOT of violence, gore, and vulgar language. There is NO censorship whatsoever. Some of you may know from my previous stories that i'm pretty raw when it comes to my writing, and i tend to not hold back. If any of these things make you uncomfortable then please click out of this story.

Disclaimer: Naruto and all of its characters belong Masashi Kishimoto

A man stood nervously in the abandoned alley way. An October breeze slithered past his legs causing a shiver to rack up his spine as it chilled the denim material of his jeans. He let out shuttering breaths through chattering teeth. Every hot wave being released in palpable steam. He mindlessly tweaked and twisted his fingers as he attempted to calm his jittery nerves. The orange streetlight that flooded the side walk a few feet from in front of him made the area surrounding him feel darker than it was. Along with the darkness came mysterious noises that could not be pinpointed or recognized. They were simply scuffs and tinks that made the feeble man jump in obvious tension. He attempted to bare being in the cramped space that he stood in while the smell of trash, urine, and God knew what else, pierced through his senses. Every now and again the loud racket from a dingy apartment would come and fill the deafening dark void he was trapped in, only silenced by a deafening scream or gun shot. Sirens never came to disperse the shadows, this area was a lost cause. He took in a harsh breath and looked down to the filthy ground. Autumn leaves skidded by in taunting carelessness. The man shook like the last dead leaf on a black withering tree. The quivering male lifted his gaze from the dead greenery at the sound of footsteps. He felt his blood run cold as the various echoes of soles hitting pavement mocked like that of the drum of death. He waited in dread for the figures he knew all too well to appear before him under the tangerine light, but they never came; even once the footsteps had stopped, they never came. He swallowed harshly as he racked his brain attempting to think of what he should do. He licked his cold, chapped lips and immediately regretted it as he felt the cold wind whip against his face making his mouth burn. He took a step forward, but then immediately froze. The first mistake of many was made, and there was no going back.

His trembling lips parted, "H-hel-hello?" Silence. "Is- is anyone there?"

He felt a sweat break out on his spine as the silence stretched out before him in long agonizing minutes. He blinked a few times as loud breaths escaped his nose.

"Chiyoye." His heart stuttered, "It's quite rude to show your back to friends."

The man stiffly turned his wide eyes to the small group of men behind him. He couldn't make out their features, but the deep ominous voice of their leader simply confirmed the identity of the group.

He took a step back "H- Hyuga san I-I apologize I didn-" He was cut off by the sound of movement, and in the dim light flooding from behind his rigid frame he could just make out a pale hand being held out to silence him. He swallowed his words and took another step back. The hand was then turned upwards as a sharp snap cut the string holding the blanket of tranquility. "N-!"

Before Chiyoye could finish the two letter word he was knocked to the ground by a yellow blur. A pressure suddenly sealed around his neck and his precious supply of air was cut off. He began to fruitlessly struggle against the tight grip around his throat that was crushing his wind pipe. He could hear his rubber soles scrapping against the concrete as his legs wildly kicked. His almost nonexistent nails attempted to dig in to his perpetrators hands, but it was no use. He looked up in horror at the man above him that was sitting heavily on his waist. The only thing visible was the malicious grin on his face that showed off his perfectly pointed K-9's. He attempted to gasp something out, but it was useless.

In the distance of his quickly fogging mind he could hear languid footsteps approaching, this noise was confirmed as a tall figure now towered over both of them. "Naruto," the figure spoke, "don't kill him. We need to have a little chat." Chiyoye watched as the males grin faltered, and his grip loosened slightly. This allowed some air letting him then wheeze in desperate breaths. The looming figure smoothly squatted down, and in the musty light his identity was revealed. Hyuga Neji, the black market debt collector, studied him like he was a disgusting insect. His aristocratic face a counter opposite to the dirty job he took part in. He collected a wide variety of "debts". From organs and body parts, to people and their very lives. Of course, he wasn't only a debt collector, he was also a ruthless bounty hunter whenever anyone dared cross him; Chiyoye, unfortunately, had repetitively crossed him. The collectors piercing white gaze drove into the still wheezing man's eyes. Even though only one Hyuga eye was visible, the other covered by his long hair, the ominous aura of two eyes was still present. "So," Neji's cold fingers pinched his large nose, "You enjoy beating women,"

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Chiyoye screamed in pain as with a flick of the males pale wrist his nose was broken. "Don't you." He didn't respond as he blubbered in pain while twin scarlet rivers gushed from his nostrils. The Hyugas fingers did not move though, if anything they merely held tighter making the man flinch. "And not just any women," he began to roughly jostle the broken bone, "but women from my family." His victim screamed shrilly as he twisted and pushed his nose in with resounding cracks. "And Gaara's sister. To think, you killed your child that was still in the womb." Chiyoye attempted to grab Neji's hand, but if he so much as neared it Naruto's hold on his neck would tighten cutting off his only supply of oxygen. The bounty hunter looked at him with the same cold eyes, silently admiring the bloody mess his target was becoming. He stood and looked to the dark alley, "Sasuke." A black haired male took a few steps forward before tossing him a switchblade. Neji caught it without falter and began to near their squirming captive once again before he abruptly stopped. Then with a calm coolness, as if they were not about to commit murder, turned back to the dark parts of the alley and spoke in that same flat tone. "Gaara, why don't you take care of this. I believe you will do a better job."

A moment of silence passed before Neji held out the blade to the darkness as if it had given him a whispered answer.

Not too long after a red headed boy stepped from the shadows and grabbed the switch blade, the orange light illuminating the tattoo on his forehead as the toothpick in his mouth appeared to roll around with carelessness; in his frustration for the trash they were set on killing he used the wooden picks pointy end to stab at his own gums till they bled. "Gladly." His raspy voice spoke of years of smoking.

He neared the still struggling man that began to disgustingly sweat in his panic. Naruto tightened his grip. Kneeling down next to him the red head grabbed Chiyoye's jaw forcing his mouth open as his fingers dung into the joints. Chiyoye's eyes widened as he saw the now drawn blade nearing his face. He began to shake his head feebly as the blade entered his mouth. Hoarse sobs were then heard as cool steel pressed against the side of his cheek. He chocked out unintelligible words as Gaara's dull blue eyes starred into his own. A scream suddenly ripped through the night as the blade slowly tore through the delicate skin of the woman beaters cheek. Blood fell down his throat which he forcefully swallowed to somehow quench his throat as his screams and cries continued. Liquid ruby ran into the tips of Gaara's finger. All the males watched in slight content, justice was being served.

"Fucking shut up." Naruto hissed as his grip tightened once again cutting off the man's wailing to only loud chokes.

He grinned in satisfaction; not being able to hide his giddiness of seeing this man slowly die. The idea of the life leaving his slit open eyeballs as gurgled noises left him in a river of blood only excited the blonde even more. He deserved it for having hurt his dear Hinata in the way he did. No matter what the fucker threw at him he was prepared. And yet the blonde was not expecting the man to suddenly shove his hand in his inner breast pocket and pull out a revolver. The scene froze as the cauldron black barrel pressed to his forehead in silent threat. His cerulean eyes watched in slow motion as the man's finger twitched and pulled the trigger, but all too quickly he threw himself to the ground and dodged. The gun shot rang, and all hell broke loose. Naruto lunged for Chiyoye, but the wounded man was too quick, even in his shaken state, and had slipped right through his fingers. For a moment Naruto was stunned, but then his face twisted into psychotic rage as he roared in anger then took off in a sprint. The others felt their member's fury and joined him in the chase.

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