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His feet splashed into a deep puddle, causing him to trip on his feet and land on the hard sidewalk. The pavement was unforgiving, cutting up his arms and legs. He forced himself up, even though he was sure he sprained something, and pushed himself off of the cement, only to collide into the wall of an alley.
He could hear him. Behind him, the soft foot steps which followed him, stalked him as his prey. Adrenaline rushed through him as he screamed, almost falling over his own two feet once more. Dirt and grime covered the bottom of his jeans, mud on his face and soaking from his hair. Perspiration dripped from his face, when he came to a one second descision.
Turn right? Or left?
The gun clicking and shifting behind him, loading its ammunition, seemed to tell him turn left, so he did. He knocked over some trashcans, hoping to maybe stall his offender. He looked behind him, a slight shadow growing from the side of the wall. Another scream left his mouth. A fence gate was up ahead of him, locked no doubt, so he jumped and crawled over it, snagging his foot. He simply took it off, and hopped over the side.
He must of been blind for not seeing the dead end in front of him, instantly realizing he was living the last few seconds of his life. He made a mistake, no taking it back now. He would soon pay the price.
He backed into the cold surface, his nails digging and clinging to the brick wall.
He watched as a dark silhouette crawled up the wall from the corner he had just ran from, stopping suddenly. The suspence eating him of all of his dignity. He began to cry.
The figure walked past the wall, the side of his profile visable, and also the front of his gun. His raven hair covered his eyes, his pale skin glowing in the moonlight.
He began walking towards the shaking man, lifting his gun. With a short burst of bullets, the lock on the fence broke off and fell to the ground. The gate creaked open.
The man fell to his knees.
"Please have mercy! PLEASE HAVE MERCY ON ME!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, his hands covering his head.
It was quiet, the foot steps stoped.
He looked up, a gun pointed at his forehead. Tears rolled down his red and swollen cheeks, the mysterious figure smirking.
He pressed the tip into his flesh. "Mercy is for God to give..."
And pulled the trigger.
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He walked into the bar, hard rock music blasting from the back speakers. Smoke filled the air, instantly taking over his senses, and he winced, but not enough for anybody to notice. The place had some strippers performing for some of the guys. Fat, ugly bastards. Although they looked disgusting, some of them were actually tougher than he was, though no one was stronger. He just liked to keep quiet and have talking to a minimum.
This was where he usually got his work. The dark pub was kind of a second home, he knew everybody here and everyone here, regular customers or not, knew him. He had a reputation in New York. People he didn't even know called him by his given nicknames. If people wanted a job done, he was the one to ask. He always did his work clean and professionally.
A blond stripper twirled around the pole, bending over slightly more than neccessary so the men could get a good look at her cleavage. She smiled when she noticed the raven haired boy, blowing a kiss and giving a wink to the guys drooling over their tables looking at her. They 'Awww'ed when she left, but it didn't matter to her. This was her good friend, someone shes known for a long time.
"Hey! Sasuke!" Ino walked over to him seductively, waving at some guys as she sat down next to him at the counter. He looked up at the girl, aknowledging her for a moment, then asked the bartender for another shot of Tequila. She took out a cigerette from his pocket, and he flipped opened his lighter to light it for her. She sucked on the bud for second, then blew smoke into the air.
"Its been awhile baby. Where have you been?" She leaned on her elbow looking up at him.
"I've been busy recently." Was the simple reply.
She chuckled at him. He was always so quiet. Sasuke was such an introvert, but she was closer to him than most people he knew. They were childhood friends and grew up together in Konoha, a ghetto neighborhood. Ever since first grade, they stuck together, and also dropped out of highschool around the same time. They moved to New York together also, only about two months apart. Its unfortunate how they ended up, but Ino has always helped Sasuke with whatever he asked of her.
"So, you finished your final job for this week last night. Details?"
He lifted up his glass and brought the liquer to his lips, drinking it slowly. He set the glass down and asked for another, staring at the counter.
"The man cheated on his wife. He was rich, but she was richer. The odds were against him when she hired me."
"Interesting. How much did she pay you?"
"A little over 100k."
Ino faked a suprised look. "Wow! Thats alota dough honey. You gonna buy me a drink with that?" She laughed.
He turned to her and smiled. "Yeah."
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He'd returned home from school with Ino, walking the long way instead of the short they usually took. She didn't want to go home so early. Yesterday her dad had beat her like he usually did when he came home drunk, and her mother was hanging around a corner somewhere. Sasuke didn't really care. He obliged so easily because his father was an asshole also. He hit him too, but Sasuke was now learning how to fight back, somewhat. Ino had said something about a grey haired guy giving free Taijutsu lessons at a small building close to the school. He thought it wouldn't hurt to check it out, so he did, and found Kakashi to be a very interesting teacher. He learned alot from him.
Unfortunately, they were going to find themselfs at home sooner or later, but it happand sooner than later. Sasuke found the gate to their house was locked, and the neighbors dogs weren't barking like they always did when he came home through the fenced gate.
'They probably locked the bastards up for once.' He thought as he took off his shoes and opened the door. The door was already open, much to Sasukes suprise. Even though his dad was an idiot, his mother was a smart person, and always remembered to lock the doors. Sasuke didn't hear any yelling going on inside of the house, and no lights were on, so he thought maybe they weren't home. If they weren't though, the door should have been locked with a key hidden in the plant hanging above the door.
He steped inside, a light visable from the kitchin. It flickered brightly, and Sasuke was curious of the source. He took another step forward, suddenly freezing in his tracks. He recognized that flickering, they learned it in health and safety about a month ago. Realization hit Sasuke like a bat and he darted into the kitchin.
His eyes took in the scene before him.
His mother was laying on the floor in a funny angle. Her right arm was twisting to the left and blood seeped from her stomach. Her father was laying on top of her on his back, arms spread out and missing a leg. It looked as if someone cut it off with a dull knife, then removed chunks of it out and flung it over their shoulder. Blood oozed out of his head, and he covered his mouth to prevent from vomiting when it looked as if his brains were visable, a deep hole in the side of his skull. Sasuke looked up noticing the scattered remains of the table, cut in half, and the chairs in small wooden peices near the window. Blood was splattered everywhere, along with bullet holes on the refridgerator. The light flickering he saw earlier was from a fire in the living room.
He fell to his knees, dropping his backpack to the floor and doubling over. Tears formed at the corner of his eyes and spilled down his cheeks. Falling to the ground and crawling away from the bloody heep on the floor, he attempted to get up, but tripped, landing face first on the hard wooden surface.
On the wall to his left, he saw a shadow slowly moving up the wall. He lifted his head, moving back and pushing himself up from the floor. He stood up, mostly likely before the man who had killed his family. He glared, narrowing his eyes at this man. He looked towards the kitchin, refreshing his memory of the disaster that took before he walked through that door. Fire burst from the living room, starting a spark on the wood from the table. The kitchin started on fire, and Sasuke grabed a piece of glass from the floor.
"You...fucking...bastard." He snarled out, taking a menacing step towards the offender.
The guy looked to be about 17, with long black hair cascading over his shoulders, and red eyes that glowed from the fire. His skin was ivory, and he was a good three or four inches taller than Sasuke. He wore a black trench coat, and a tank top with fishnet underneath. His trenchcoat wasn't open, only his chest visable. Sasuke could see boots though, and the silver buckle covering the front.
"Is that any way to treat your Aniki, foolish little brother?" He replyed calmly, yet monotonous.
Sasukes eyes met Itachi's, his widening, but quickly narrowed. He charged at him, sharpened glass in hand. The glass was about a inch away from Itachi's face, but he simply side dodged, causing Sasuke to crash into the wall in front of him. He was turned around by a strong hand, then grabbed by the neck and pinned to the wall. He clawed at the hands holding him, but it didn't even make the man flinch. His eyes unmoving.
He leaned into his ear, the hot breath sending a strange tingling sensation throughout his body.
"Your not worth killing, Sasuke." He tightened his grip around the boys neck. "If you wish to kill me, hate me, detest me, and live in an unsightly way. Run away, run away, and cling to life."
He shoved Sasuke into the wall, staring at the trembling boy, then turned to leave.
Sasuke sat on the floor, mouth gaping and eyes crying. He spoke out to him.
"W-who are you?" He whispered.
The man paused, stopping for a moment, only to continue and open the door. He answered him.
"My name is, Uchiha...Itachi. You should remember it."
He closed the door.
Sasuke clenched his fists, and let out a heartfelt scream.
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He sat up quickly in his bed, the scream dying in his mouth. His heart raced and seemed to want to pound its way out of his chest. He panted heavily, hand clutching his shirt.
Every night, he had to suffer the same dream. Over and over, an event that was on repeat in his mind constantly. Sasuke, ever since that fateful day, had been searching for the man who did that to his family. To him. Although he didn't exactly live the perfect life as a child, and his parents weren't exactly very loving, except for his mom, he still was effected from their deaths. His home, destroyed.
Luckily, he had a friend like Ino, and he stayed with her for awhile. She insisted he stayed with her. He did, for a little while. After about a week or two, he left, not being able to handle her fucking parents. They drove every ounce of sanity left within him and when he did leave, that painful migrane from their screaming ceased. He never went back.
He didn't ask anyone for help unless his task was impossible without it. He lived by himself, earning enough money to live in a apartment. This sudden change in his lifestyle forced him to drop out of school and find a job. Which he did. Not just any job, actually.
Sasuke had learned alot from Kakashi. Enough for him to be considered dangerous, and people could sense that about him easily. He found a job quickly, by practicing and honing his skills in Inos backyard, the neighbors, big time gang bangers, liked his style and asked if he could take care of something for them. And it led to his very first kill. Some guy had stolen cocaine from his brother, and his brother wanted him killed as punishment. It wasn't very hard finding the man, he had been hiding underneith the house, scared shitless and eating bugs. He was a crack addict, the reason he stole the drugs. An easy kill, and earned Sasuke his first hundred.
Ever since then, he'd been given bigger jobs, sometimes even missions. He had the pleasure of killing the mayor about a few years ago. A stealth mission, but nothing he couldn't handle. The mayor wanted to tighten the laws around here, send more police to investigate Konoha, and get rid of all the drug dealers and gangs to make Konoha; Quote: "A better place to live."
He mostly obliged for the job because Konoha was his home city, where he grew up as a child. Also, the place is where he got some of his good jobs, so he couldn't have some stupid pacifist mayor change the ways of his suppliers.
It was an easy kill, just had to get through all of the security he had around his little mansion. The security guards and body guards were way below his Taijutsu style, so all he brought was a AK47. The mayor was found hiding in his bedroom in a bathroom cabnet, most likely alerted from all of the alarms that was set off. All were quickly taken care of with his VEPR K 762X39 Carbine (Given to him as a gift and now his favorite gun.)
He killed for money, and took jobs all over the state. Sometimes out of if he was paid enough.
His life was good, he loved exciting and challanging missions. Easy ones he would put down, then wait for something more suitable for his tastes. With his experience, he had no need for small missions. That was something the lower class bounty hunters could take care of. Mostly everyone had a bounty over there head someone was willing to pay another for. Nothing suprised him now.
For years he went on killing and hunting people, but it all didn't really matter to him. His secret desire was to find the man who had made his life turn this way. Although he loved his lifestyle, he also hated it. Who would enjoy a career like this? Well, a sadist, but Sasuke wasn't classified so much as one.
'Sunday.' He mentally groaned.
He pushed off the covers, which were already hanging over the bed from him moving around in his sleep, and stood up. He looked out the window, the sun already high in the sky. He stretched, closed the cutains and went into the bathroom. He stared in the mirror, reaching out his hand and touching the clear glass.
'I look at myself in this mirror everyday. I still can't accept what is looking back at me.'
He turned on the fauset, cold water gushing from the spout. Putting his hands under the water, he scooped a handful and splashed it in his face. Again he splashed the refreshing water on his face, then turned around to wipe his hands on a towel. He took another look at the mirror and glared at it.
He pulled off his boxers and stepped into the shower, turning the handle and cleansing himself with the steaming water. After about five minutes, he turned the water off, and grabbed a towel next to him.
Sasuke opened up his closet, the doors sliding apart and revealing his suprisingly appealing warddrobe. He picked out a black cotton turtleneck, and slipped it over his head onto his naked body. He grabbed a pair of black linen pants, slipping them on also and securing his silver buckled belt. He grabbed a pair of leather boots and a jacket, then headed his way out the door.
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He parallel parked his porsche by a small coffee shop, the man he was supposed to meet sitting at a table by the window. He was reading the newspaper, and every once in awhile took a sip of his coffee and a bite of his muffin. Disgusting really, as a piece fell on his beard.
Sasuke took off his sunglasses and looked around before he got out of his car and closed the door. He locked the car, then headed towards the coffee shop. He casually steped up to the porch. It was rather shady and traditional looking, with umbrellas for the tables and completed with a glass container filled with fresh flowers for the quest. .He walked towards him and sat down at the seat across from him. The old man didn't even look up from his paper, but turned the page to continue reading.
"Sarutobi." Sasuke began, but a waiter interrupted him.
"Hello Sir. My name is Kabuto. Is there anything you would like this morning? Coffee maybe?"
He ordered black coffee and a pink frosted donut. The old man snorted and Sasuke glared at him. He liked those donuts. They had colorful sprinkles on them. Who the hell didn't like donuts?
"Your early. I wanted to finish my paper before you came over here." The old man mumbled. Sasuke relaxed in his chair, sitting back and resting his arms behind his head. This guy wasn't exactly someone he felt he needed to be serious with. The waitress came back shortly and handed him his food and drink, bowed, and went back inside.
"I was hoping to get this over with. I don't like conversing with the people who hire me." Sasuke looked over to the side and saw a guy across the street with blond hair and dark sunglasses looking at him. He sighed.
'That dude has been stalking me for a long fucking while.'
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Sasuke was using the mens room at a nice resturaunt, his prey eating with some whore looking woman, so he thought it would be a good time to relieve himself. He walked into a stall, unzipped his pants and sat down on the seat. The door to the bathroom was opened, his black combat boots visable walking down the stall into the one next to Sasukes.
He paid no mind and continued his business. He had enough time to take a shit. The old man was very taken with those girls so no need to rush himself. Just let it come...
Sasuke's eyes snapped open when he heard a LOUD thud from the guy next to him. He put a hand over his mouth to stop from laughing. It would be extremely rude to laugh at someone who aparantly had to shit really bad and had been holding it for quite some time. He heard the sqeaking of a seat...which sounded like boots, and then another dramatic splash. He choked back a laugh, but was sure the guy heard him.
The guy made a snort, and from what Sasuke could tell, he was trying not to laugh too. Its so obvious when someone is trying not to laugh. You can tell from their body movements and their eyes. Sasuke couldn't even take a shit now. He was listening to what the guy next to him would do next.
He raised an eyebrow when he heard the unzipping of a backpack, and then the russling of trying to find something.
'Thats not right. Why the hell would he go in a backpack while hes taking a shit? From the sounds of it, he should be too occupied with his pushing then looking for something. A newspaper maybe?'
Sasuke sweatdroped.
Why was he listening to the guy next to him take a shit? Why was he pondering about it?
He sighed. He hoped he wasn't turning gay or something...
Sasuke finished up in the bathroom and opened up the stall. He walked to the sink and began washing his hands, but he heard a crack come from the closed stall. The guy in it cursed and then, from the looks of it, fell down. 'Wait? Fell down?'
"Shit!"
Sasuke heard some more cursing and the sound of splashing water. Water was starting to leak from the stall and Sasuke walked towards it, reaching out for the handle. He saw the feet sticking out from under the door, and he opened it. He was quite suprised for what he found.
The guy had his head in the toilet, a watermelon and some big grapefruits sticking out from his backpack, soaked. He lifted up his head, cursing under his breath, but then he turned and looked at the man staring at him bewilderedly from the door. He blushed and got back up, shrugging and stretching his arms.
Sasuke closed the door in the guys face, grabbing some paper towels and drying his hands. The guy walked behind him and seemed to be doing the same, but when he looked into the mirror, in the corner of his eye he could see the guy reaching inside his jacket. He did nothing, but acted casually to the assault.
The blond took out a gun and pointed it to the back of his head, shoving it was a better term. Sasuke sighed and turned around. Everyone wanted a piece of him these days...
"Can I help you?" Sasuke asked in a calm, monotone manner. The guy smirked.
"My name is Uzumaki Naruto! I'm going to kill you and gain your title!" He replied confidently. Sasuke smiled at the gun.
"Oh really?" There was a glint in his eyes Naruto took no notice of. 'This should be fun...' Sasuke thought to himself. "Is that why you were pretending to take a shit?"
"Yeah!" He grinned.
Sasuke grinned too.
He spun and kicked the gun out of Narutos hand, grabbing it while it was in mid air. The guy was fast though, and got down to kick Sasukes legs from under him. He backflipped out of the way from the kick, Naruto then charging at him with a yell. Sasuke grabed Narutos arm and threw him to his side, which so happand to be a stall.
Naruto slammed into the door, falling inside and leaning against the wall. Sasuke opened the stall door and grabbed the blond. He grabbed the front of his shirt, and brought him close to his face. The blonds crystal cerlean eyes searching Sasuke's. He looked scared, but there was a hidden fire in those eyes of his, and Sasuke leaned in closer, his face angry and irritated.
"Listen you-"
The door to the bathroom opened again, and the two boys froze. Naruto whispered harshly under his breath. "Let me go you asshole..before he sees!" He tried pushing away from the Uchiha, but he only succeeded in tangling their legs together. Sasuke shoved him into the wall again telling him to be quiet.
A very old looking man, from what Sasuke could see, had walked into the bathroom. Unfortunately for the two boys, they were in the first stall, and thats exactly where the old man was headed. He steped in front of the door, noticing that it wasn't locked, and he slowly opened it up. Sasuke had a gun in his hand, and hid it behind the blonds back. What the hell would they think if they saw him pressing the boy up into the wall with a gun in his face? Especially when they were in THAT position?
"Um!" Naruto tried to say, but Sasuke put his head in the crook of his neck, and whispered, 'Shut up. Play along.'
The old man stared at the two boys. Sasuke leaning into Naruto, holding him up against the stall wall. Naruto had his arms around Sasuke's back pressing him closer to his body and his legs were wrapped around Sasukes torso. The old man gapped at the sight but then he strangely blushed.
"Oh my am I interrupting something?" He sighed. "I remember those days...I was such a fiesty 'lil fella...my lover couldn't get enough of my squirming body..."
Sasuke stared wide eyed at the old man. 'What the hell!'
"I'll leave you two boys alone. I always wanted my privacy, but he liked to do it in front of everyone. He was never the modest type."
Naruto was staring wide eyed as well, their eyes still following the old mans figure as he left the bathroom. The stall door closed and they were still for a moment. Naruto sighed in relief.
Then they realized they were still up against the wall.
"Get the fuck off me!" Sasuke shoved him away from him and untangled their arms, Naruto turning a slight pink against the tiled wall. Sasuke held the gun to the blonds face, his distorted in disgust and anger.
"Don't you ever try and pull that again! And the next time you do, I'll kill you."
He threw the gun at the blond and he fumbled to catch it. Sasuke began walking towards the door.
"OY! Sasuke bastard!" Yelled the blond.
Sasuke paused after opening the door.
"Next time we meet, I'm going to kill you! You better be ready!"
He stepped out the door and closed it behind him, hopefully his prey hadn't left to have a 'good time' yet.
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He rubbed his temple, suddenly getting a slight headache. Being watched and knowing you are, is very unsettling to the human mind. Sasuke did it for a living, but he didn't enjoy anybody else doing it to him. You could call it slight paranoia. The old man had put down his newspaper, watching Sasuke intently. Unknowing to him, he had zoned out for a minute. He apologized quickly.
"Okay so I guess you want to just get straight to the point eh?" The old man closed his eyes then opened them again, picking up his coffee cup and asking their waiter to bring him another. He cleared his throat.
Sasuke gave a short curt nod.
"There is a big time Mafia leader who has been giving me trouble in my business. Hes the biggest in the state, and he has been threatening me lately. He said he'll bring me down if I don't cough up the rare drugs I have been saving for a person in another country, but you don't need to know the details about that. I want him taken care of. I think you can pull this off."
Sasuke thought it over. The leader of the Mafia? Sounds like fun.
"What is his name?" Sasuke asked, reaching for his coffee and pressing the cup to his lips.
Sarutobi seemed to hesitate for a moment. "Orochimaru."
Sasuke stoped before the hot liquid seeped into his parched throat. It was only for a second though, because he calmly continued drinking, thinking what the old man said over. 'Orochimaru...he's a very dangerous and rich man. I can see why Sarutobi would have problems with his drug business if Orochimaru was fucking with him. Orochimaru also owns a large drug chain. Almost every "underground" person in New York knows that.'
"I'll take the job." Sasuke replied to him finally. Sarutobi looked relieved, but it started to drain from his face, a new serious look etching into his features.
"How much do I have to pay you?"
Sasuke smirked. "How much CAN you pay me?"
"Seven million."
Heeyy...
"Seven million?" Thats the most he has ever been offered to take a job in his life. The most he had ever been given for completing a mission was 900,000. He most likely wouldn't need to ever work again if this mission was a success. And that was a big plus for Sasuke. He hated this job. If he had a choice to get out of it, he would happily oblige. This was his chance.
"For such a small town guy like Orochimaru? I'll be able to handle this."
Sarutobi laughed at Sasukes cockiness. "You seem so confident about the whole ordeal. Do you even know what your getting yourself into?" He shot back, a bit of sarcasim hinting in his voice.
"You came to me for the job. Why else would you if you thought I couldn't handle it?" Sasuke countered.
"Your right, your right..." Sarutobi trailed off. "There is a catch to the job Sasuke, I forgot to mention."
Sasuke gave him a questioning look, ordering another pink frosted donut from the waiter as he walked by. "A catch? Isn't there always?"
"Well...its not that big of a deal, but I thought you might need help for this mission." Sarutobi had an uncertain look to his face. Sasuke took this as a warning for bad news.
"Help? Why?"
"Orochimaru is not an easy person to take down. Many have tried, all have failed. If you even say one word negative about him, almost everyone will have you on their to kill list. I hired another bounty hunter to give you assistance with this job."
Sasuke cringed. 'Another bounty hunter? I hate working with other people. They are just a nuisance.' Sasuke brushed his long bangs out of his face, taking a deep breath. "And who is this other bounty hunter?"
Sarutobi looked across the street. "He goes by the name, Uzumaki Narut-"
"NARUTO?" He shouted, but caught himself when the blond from across the street yelled, 'WHAT?'
"He is just a lil ways below you Sasuke. He is a very good Taijutsu user, and is skilled in almost all forms of combat, not to mention weaponary. I'm sure he'll be of great help to you when you need to focus on the big stuff and you need someone to do the little things. This job won't exactly take a day to find him and kill him. Orochimaru has alot of connections, alot of people around us we wouldn't suspect, that listen to peoples conversations and write down the names of people who dislike him. They kill them afterwards. This man's power is no joke Sasuke. You'll need help, wether you like it or not."
"I'll...just have to deal with it then." He sighed.
"You guys will get along just fine. I see he's already taken a liking to you. He's been staring at you from across that street like some obsessed physco." Sarutobi laughed.
"Thanks for pointing out the obvious old man. I'll find out what I can about Orochimaru. If hes as powerful as you say, it might take a week or two. Sorry if your looking for a quick kill." Sasuke put down a 20 dollar bill on the table and stood up, grabbing his new donut he hadn't had the chance to touch yet.
"Sasuke." Sarutobi called out as Sasuke walked over to his car. "Be careful."
Sasuke nodded at the man, getting back into his car and starting the engine.
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All day he had been on his laptop, looking for information about Orochimaru. He called people, wrote down the facts he found interesting about the man, and called more people. After planning his tactic for tomorrow, he decieded to take a break and go to his favorite bar.
The smoke always stung his nose with every inhale of air he took. The familiar music and alcoholics doing the usual. Playing loud and drooling over the strippers. He remembered why he came here, and walked over to the cage Ino was inside of, rubbing her body against the bars while the men stuck money into the belt on her thong.
"Ino. I need to talk to you."
She looked down at him, then signaled to the bodyguard that stood by the cage with the key. He pushed some of the men back from the cage, then inserted the key into the lock and let her out. She stepped out, but tripped on her heel. Sasuke caught her bridal style when she fell from the high distance and she laughed.
"Nice catch, love!" She pushed against his chest softly, and he led her into one of the many back rooms. The rooms were for the people with money. They could pay the strippers for a private performance. Her bodyguard followed them, unlocking the door for her and she pushed it open, winking at the raven haired man.
"Come on in." She gestured, and followed him in when he entered. She nodded at the grey haired man holding open the door for her, and he closed it behind her. Sasuke leaned on the wall, and Ino sat on the bed, crossing her legs. "So baby, I know you didn't want me in here so I could bring you pleasure." She smiled up at him and he smiled back. His face turned serious when he began to talk.
"Ino...you've been working here for over four years. Tell me, what do you know about a man who goes by the name, Orochimaru?"
Her smile faltered and she looked down at her hands.
"I need to know for my mission, and I know some of the people here have spoken of him." He pressed.
She sighed sadly, and he could tell she was holding back tears when she looked at him finally. She brushed her long blond hair out of her face, her expression no longer holding the warmth if did only a short moment ago. She got up and walked over to the small bar at the corner of the room. "He is a very powerful man Sasuke. I don't know why your getting involved with him, but I have no choice but to help you..."
Ino picked up a crystal bottle of liquor, pouring Bacardi in a glass. She handed it to him. "A little over a year ago, we got a two new girls in here. Sakura, and Hinata. Sakura...she was a pretty little thing, she looked so innocent, but let me tell you, she knew how to work the pole." She laughed softly under her breath.
"She had a drug problem though, and she had just traveled over here recently after leaving her last job. She didn't know where to get her usual from anymore, so she asked around, and...that man came here. He said he heard she needed something and he could help her. She didn't know what she was getting into, and before she knew it, she was in alot of dept. She owed Orochimaru alot of money. Her friend Hinata said she would help her out, and things were okay for a few days. But about a month after coming here, one of Orochimarus guys came in here and took them both. I know where they took them though." She took a deep breath.
"Orochimaru, as you have probably heard, owns a big drug business. He has an underground drug facility. Men that owe him money are forced to work there, and...women who owe him money have to work in a seperate department of the facility. A brothel. They have to earn enough money until they have paid back all they owe him. Orochimaru is a dispicable man." Ino spat.
Sasuke tilted his head to the side in thought. "Orochimaru owns an underground drug chain?"
"Yeah. Just rumors though. Who ever works or goes in there never comes out. I've never heard of someone leaving alive and able to tell someone whats in there." Ino poured another shot and downed it. "Thats all I really know. I don't have very much information you would find valuable."
Sasuke walked closer to her. "You said some guys came and took the two girls. Can you tell me what they looked like?"
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"Hello Sir. My name is Kabuto. Is there anything you would like this morning? Coffee maybe?"
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Sasukes eyes widened at the flashback, but he shook his head and began rubbing his temple. "Anything else?"
Ino closed her eyes, searching through her memory for anything that could help her friend. "No...I'm sorry, Sasuke..."
He stood in front of her, one of his hands in his pocket. He reached out and brushed a lock of hair from her face, then stepped away from her and towards the door. "Thank you."
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Sasuke said 'Goodbye' over his shoulder, walking down the corridor. He ignored the many giggles and moans from the rooms and shrugged his shoulders. It was really late, and he had to get home and see what he could do with the information he was given. He reached the bar, the sudden burst of loud music sending his ears into overdrive. You'd think he'd be used to the loud music, but it seemed every time he visited the bar the music got louder. He walked through the pathway made through the tables and drunk men, taking a cigerette from his pocket.
He didn't notice however, the six people sitting at the bar staring at him as he walked by. He sucked on the cigerette, blowing smoke into the already musky air. A pair of emerald green eyes followed his form, narrowing which each movement the Uchiha made. He stared at the others with him.
"Thats the man Kabuto was telling us about? The guy looks like a pussy." The red haired woman said, rolling her eyes at the rest of her group. A man with short orange hair gasped at the girl.
"Tayuya! I don't appreicate that kind of language."
She snorted. "Shut up fatty."
He appeared hurt by her words, but ordered chocolate cake from the bartender. He asked for an extra six layers, and the bartender looked the big man up and down. 'Like he needs a seven layer cake...'
The fat man looked up at the bartender, immediately seeing red from the mans expression. "GIVE ME MY CAKE, OR I'LL KILL YOU!"
The man with the emerald eyes looked calmly at the man. "Jiroubou, be quiet. Don't attract attention to us."
"Sorry Kimimaro..."
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Sasuke drove into the parking garage next to the apartment complex he lived in. He got out of the car, making sure to lock the door so some desperate hobo doesn't try and break into the expensive vehicle. He walked up to the elevator, pressing his apartment cordinates. The elevator door slid open and he stepped inside.
The glass window for the elevator gave hm a clear view of the outside of the building as the elevator climbed level to level.
He was finally at his floor, and the doors opened revealing a long hallway of apartment doors. His was at the far side to the left, the one with the coded padlock. Sasuke stood in front of the door, his fingers brushing against the numbered keys. He noticed there was a slight scratch on the side of the card sweeper, (Card sweeper for if, for some reason, he forgot his password.)
He continued to press the familiar password, the small light on the padlock turning green. The door made a short click, a sound of allowing him to enter. He slowly opened the door, anticipating someone to attack him. No one came from the shadows, so he concluded that they had hid theirselfs for a suprise assault. He reached into the belt on his pants, the cold metal of his gun contacting his warm fingers. He gripped the gun, quietly taking it out of its hilt, and holding it out in front of him.
Sasuke knew better than to seek for an enemy in the middle of the night, lights off. He would have a better chance of spotting his enemy with light guiding his eyesight, so he flipped the switch on the side of the wall. It was easier to see, and Sasuke's eyes thanked him for the bright rays by giving him sight. He noticed shoes that were not his by the wall, and he put down the gun. Who ever was in his apartment right now was either confident Sasuke couldn't take him, or very stupid.
He heard a noise from the kitchin, and his brain immediately processed the fact who he was looking for would be there. Stealthily, he carefully tiptoed by the corner of the wall seperating the living room from the kitchin. The sound of clinking bottles and a yawn made Sasuke question this persons intentions.
Quickly, he turned the corner and bumped into someone. He fell back, but was not stunned from the sudden contact. He he held his gun out, aimed, and shot at whoever had collided into him.
"Ow! HEY, HEY, HEY! What was that for?" The blond rubbed his sore bum.
Sasuke realized that who had invaded his house was none other than Uzumaki Naruto. He was raiding his fridge. 'Yeah, very stupid.' Sasuke sighed.
"Why are you in my apartment?" Sasuke stood up and brushed off his clothes. He noted that in Narutos hand was a glass of milk.
"Well, we are working together. So its only natural I come and crash at your place." Naruto chugged the glass of milk. "Mmm!"
"I thought you wanted to kill me?" Sasuke glared at the blond.
"Yeah, well, that can wait till AFTER I get paid." He smiled happily.
Sasuke walked over to his closet, removing his jacket, and slipping off his turtleneck. He hung both up and began to remove his pants, then reached over to grab a pair of boxers, slipping them on. Sasuke rubbed his shoulder, and when he looked up, he saw Naruto sitting cross legged on his bed.
Narutos big blue eyes stared up innocently into Sasukes. A beep came from the kitchin and Naruto jumped up. "Yay! Ramens done!" He darted into the other room.
Sasuke sighed, and collapsed on his bed. He rested his head on the soft pillow, welcoming the comfort it brought to his tired body. He ignored the loud slurping that emitted from the kitchin, and closed his eyes. Soon sleep came over him, and he let it take him. He wanted his much needed rest.
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Run away...
Run away...
"Sasuke, if you wish to kill me, hate me, detest me. Survive in an insightly way. Run away, run away and cling to life."
'Please...stop it...stop haunting me...stop it...LEAVE ME ALONE!'
He came home early, walking through the gate. He was used to the neighbors dogs barking their heads off even though they saw him everyday for his whole life. The kitchin light was on, and he heard a shrill scream coming from the living room. Gun shots and their flashes danced around his eyes.
His father tripping on his own two feet and running into the kitchin from the corner, colliding into the table and snapping it in half. Mother was washing the dishes, but when she heard the noise she dropped the one she was drying. Gun shots flew from the living room entrance to the table father was trying to get off of. The chairs burst into chunks of wood from the impact, and the already broken table breaking into more pieces.
Father was shot in his shoulder and his leg, the blood splurting on the walls. He limped over to mother, who screamed and reached out to him.
'No...leave them alone...don't kill them please...please dear God don't...' All Sasuke could do was watch. Watch from the window. He tried screaming, yelling for them to run, but no sound left his trembling lips.
That man.
That man again, he appeared from the corner father had recently run past. His blazing red eyes coldly staring at the two. He walked up to dad, dad screaming when he grabbed his arm and snaped his forearm in half. He slammed dad into the refridgerator, his blood splattering on the beige surface and dripping down. He lifted his gun. Mother pleaded for him to stop, she even went as far to grab his arm and tug on it desperately.
He sent multible bullets into dads chest and head. One of the bullets hitting dads head in such an angle, a chunk of the hollow bone which was his skull, went flying to the side. His brains were visable, his body still hemeraging uncontrollably even a few seconds after Itachi had stoped firing. His now limp body falling forward, but Itachi pushed it to the side, blood covering his pale hands.
He turned around to mother grabing her by her neck and holding her over the sink. Her hands covered his, her body kicking and her mouth screaming trying to get out of his deadly grasp. With a hand around her throat, his free one grabbed her arm and twisted it. A loud pop, and her arm was dislocated from the socket. The arm fell to her side and hanged, her voice harse from her screams. Tears and blood poured from her face as he grabbed the already severly injured arm and snapped it again in a different spot.
'STOP IT!' His body shaking and his eyes wide when he threw her to the floor. As she fell to the ground, her eyes blankly looked out the window, and Sasuke could've sworn she was looking at him.
Itachi lifted his combat boots and stomped on mothers leg, her knee in fractions of seven pieces. Her leg twisted in to the right when he slammed his steel heel into the fragile bone.
'Mother...don't hurt her anymore...she doesn't deserve it...'
Her soft and gentle sobs, merely a whisper, sounded from her body. They were soon quieted when he took out his other gun, pointing the two at her body. The shots were loud, and rung in Sasukes ears. He unloaded the clips into her body, four bullets at time from each gun. Dads body was still leaning against the counter where Itachi pushed it against.
He kicked under the bodys leg and his fell on top of hers.
He stood still, no more noises coming from the house.
And then he turned around.
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Naruto was done with his ramen and he was content and happy. He dropped the empy cup into the garbage and yawned. He grabbed one of Sasukes shirts and took off his day clothes. He tossed them carelessly on the floor, kicking them into a corner. He put on the shirt, leaving on his spongebob boxers. Naruto walked over to Sasukes bed and lifted the covers.
He wrapped himself up in the warm sheets and snuggled behind Sasuke's back. He sighed dreamily and closed his eyes, his body getting accustomed to the foriegn blankets, bed, and Sasukes lingering scent.
He was in the second stage of sleep, almost in Dream Land when he heard a small whimpering noise from Sasuke. His eyes opened sleepily and he looked at the clock.
'1:00 AM...'
He sat up and looked over the Uchihas shoulder. He was asleep, yeah, but why is he making noises?
"Stop it...leave them alone..."
Sasuke was sweating and a drop of perspiration dripped from the side of his face. Naruto reached out and touching Sasukes shoulder, but cringed at the contact when Sasukes skin was burning hot and practicly burned his fingers. At the contact, Sasuke turned, facing the ceiling, and Naruto gasped. His face was one mixed of fear and anger.
"Don't...kill them...please..." His last word mumbled under his breath. Naruto noticed he was gripping the sheets, clenching them as if he was in pain.
"Aww...he must be having a nightmare..." Naruto whispered to himself. 'I have those alot too...'
He laid back down, and turned towards Sasuke. He reached out and touched his shoulder, turning his body ever so slowly towards him as not to wake him. He pressed against Sasuke's back to close the distance between their bodys. He wrapped his arms around the man, comforting him by gentle circle motions on his back. Sasuke stopped his whimpering, and his breathing was becoming mello and calm.
Sasuke rested his head on Naruto's chest, sleeping peacfully. Naruto smiled and closed his eyes, falling asleep as well.
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Light flickered from the opened window and shined on everything in the room. It produced an nostalgic glow, and Sasuke winced ever so slightly at the bright rays. His eyes fluttered open, but he was so comfortable, he wanted to sleep for just awhile longer. Whatever he was resting his head on was seductive as it kept him from getting up, the atmosphere almost making him fall to sleep again.
The soft surface, the warm flesh, moving with evened out breaths and a slow heartbeat.
Sasuke opened his eyes and blinked.
That...blond...his face was merely inches from his own, and he was awake. Staring at him.
"Your a sick fuck!" Sasuke pushed against his chest, then jumped out of the bed, almost falling on his ass from hysterics. "What do you think your doing!"
Naruto was still staring at him with a soft smile on his face. He yawned and stretched, sitting up from the bed. "You had a nightmare last night I think...So I did what any friend would do and comforted you!"
"I didn't ask for any fucking comforting, and what I dream about is none of your fucking business!" Sasuke yelled. "And why are you sleeping in my bed?"
"Um...I dunno..." He scratched his head, deep in thought.
Sasuke stared at the blond, his eye twitching from annoyance. He stomped off to the shower, but stoped when he was about to remove his boxers. "If you watch me undress I'll kill you."
Naruto gazed at Sasukes face for a second then it turned into a glare. "Don't flatter yourself! Just cuz I was nice to you when you had your nightmare, doesn't mean I like you!" He huffed. He mumbled under his breath, 'I need some ramen...' and he got out of bed, scratching his ass. He disappeared into the kitchin and Sasuke took that as a que to step into the shower.
He threw his boxers on the bathroom counter and steped inside the glass doors, sliding them shut. He turned the handle for the shower, letting cold water wash away the sweat on his body from the night before. That had to be one of his worst nightmares yet...it was so graphic, and not teasing him of what really happand on that night like usual. He was able to see everything, the event which was his familys massacre clear in his mind as if it was real. He never told anyone about his nightmares, so it troubled him that Naruto now knew about them. Sasuke wasn't going to ever admitt to the stupid blond though, that his embrace shook the nightmares from his tortured mind and brought him to ease when he was just getting to the worst of it.
He poured a big glob of shampoo into his hand and began working it in his raven hair. The smell of soap was always pleasent to Sasuke, so it wasn't a suprise he loved taking showers as often as he could. He would've taken one last night, but he was too tired to do so. He put his head under the shower head, rinsing off his body. The water blurred his vision, so he didn't see the blond walk in the bathroom.
The sliding door opened. "Hey! Sasuke! Wheres the Trix? I want cereal--" His eyes widened and he turned pink. "Um, um!" He slammed it closed.
Sasuke blinked, pushing some of his wet strands of hair that clinged to his face to the side. 'What just happand?'
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Sasuke hated awkward situations, so he tried to avoid them as much as possible, and up until now he had suceeded. But this had to be the worst he had had to deal with so far. The blond sitting next to him in the passenger seat kept biting around his cuticles on his fingers, and he kept moving. No, he kept fucking switching his position every goddamn minute and Sasuke kept taking deep breaths to calm himself.
"Ino, a friend of mine...called me on my cell this morning. She said that a friend at her job, a girl named Hinata, has a cousin. She told him about our plan to take down Orochimaru and she said he was willing to help us, even give us some valuable information so the mission won't take as long. Just in case your wondering where were going- AND WILL YOU FUCKING STOP FIDGETING?" Sasuke yelled at the blond.
"I...I...I saw...I saw!-"
"It was your fucking fault for walking in on me. Its over and done with, now stop imagining me naked like I KNOW you have been for the past ten minutes."
Naruto stared at Sasuke wide eyed, then turned red at the accusation. "Shut up Sasuke! You shouldn't of hid the cereal from me..."
"Silly rabit. Trix are for kids." Sasuke put a hand over his mouth. 'Fuck!'
Naruto's ears perked up. "Huh?"
"Nothing. Just shut up you fucking idiot." Sasuke rubbed his temple with his left hand, while the other was in control of the wheel.
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They were finally at the Hyuuga estate, a large but private complex in the lower parts of New York made only for Hyuuga family members. Sasuke opened his car door and closed it with a small thud. Naruto practicly jumped out of the car, slamming the door. Sasuke clenched his fists in annoyance.
"Be quiet, dobe." He looked around, the metal bared gate in front of them. He whispered behind him. "We don't want to get on their bad side. I'm not in the mood to fight."
The place was filled with camras, security, and guards. Sasuke mentally shivvered. Yeah, he was good, but the Hyuugas were famous for their exotic ways of torturing people they were enemys with, or sometimes quite simply, didn't like. He walked to the side of the brick wall, pressing a button on the intercom.
"Oi, its me, Uchiha Sasuke."
The gates clicked and swung open, two guards appearing from no where behind them. Sasuke closed his eyes, counting to himself how many guards were beginning to surround them. An odd number, seven guards. And those were just escourts. They led the raven haired man and hyper blond around the long pathway.
Naruto stoped walking, pausing. He scratched his hair and squinted his eyes, looking around. A far off sound, distant from everyone else, started to sound louder. Whatever was producing the sound was fast, and panic started to flood the blond. He yelled out to the guys.
"HEY! What the hell is that-- WHOA!"
A loud thud was heard from behind Sasuke, and he whipped his head around. Naruto was on the ground, three dogs on top of him trying to make love to his legs and head.
"GAH! STUPID DOGS, GET OFF!"
A sharp loud whistle came from someones lips, and the dogs immediately jumped off the poor blond. He got up, patting his clothes and wiping his shoulders from the dirt. An annoyed expression was plastered on Naruto's face as he turned to the person who called the dogs off him.
"Next time, keep your dogs away from visitors you stupid---" Sasuke elbowed him in the stomach hard and fast. The blond doubled over in pain, whispering the last of his sentence under husky breaths.
Sasuke recognized the auburn haired Hyuuga right away and he courteously bowed. "Hello Neji. Its a pleasure to meet you."
The Hyuuga nodded to Sasuke, a professional tone to his voice. "The pleasure is all mine, Sasuke. I'm honored to meet someone of such a high status in the Bounty Community."
The guards left the three alone, except for two. One had spikey hair and round sunglasses on, wearing a different uniform than the other guards. Sasuke guessed they were ranked differently than them. The second guard had red facial paint on his cheeks, and strange snake like eyes. Neji noticed Sasuke anaylzing the two, so he informed the Uchiha that they were his two personal guards. The snake eyed man was named Kiba, and the mysterious other was named Shino. Both had been with him for awhile, and seemed like dependable people.
Neji ushered them to the head house, the biggest one in the complex. His father owned alot of chains. Stripper clubs, food resturaunts, even drug dealing like Orochimaru. Most men these days who were rich and powerful had something to do with one of those three things, and it helped them in their growing careers greatly. Neji's cousin, Hinata, meant alot to the Hyuuga. He thinks of her as a little sister and almost had a seizure when he found out she'd been kidnapped by one of his business associates, Orochimaru.
He took them up to his main room, his meeting room. It was pretty nice. 'Well, the whole place was nice,' Sasuke thought. He sat down on one of the comfortable chairs which were offered to him and Naruto. Naruto practically jumped on the poor recliner on the other side of the room. Neji winced, and Sasuke cleared his throat.
"So...Neji-sama." He began. "What information do you have about Orochimaru for us?"
Neji's face turned serious. "I'm not one for conversing, so I'll just brief you on what we, the Hyuugas, and I have found out so far."
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I got a review saying that, one WHOLE BIG HUGE chapter was kinda overwhelming for a reader (I never really thought of that cuz I was always like, hey! the more the merrier!) so I'll give u guys half now, and half later. After this week I got two off. So then I'll finish this. Sorry for the wait, hope this will do for now. JA!