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~[.1.]~

A big, fat file was slapped on a rickety wooden desk. The desk creaked under the weight. Its contents were overstuffed with top-secret information about a dangerous man, who happened to appear as a normal civilian.

The room was dim, bringing a small amount of light against the squalor of the room. It was a tiny, cramped office. Various papers were strewn across every surface of the office. The clutter was unimaginable and large rats took to sleeping behind fallen furniture.

The quiet girl on the other side of the desk stared at the bulky file with a blank expression. Then she cracked a grin and snatched the file off the desk. "I'll get this done quick and clean, Usagi." The slender man behind the desk smiled as she slammed the door shut. "As always."

She swiftly left the ratty office and ran across the crowded streets at dusk. The civilians paid no heed to her. She landed gracefully in her impoverished home and plopped down on her broken couch. The papers soon found themselves thrown across the smudged coffee table as the expressionless female read through them.

Kagame Fujika

Age: 38

D.O.B.: Jan. 28

Known Family: 1 wife 3 children. All under the age of 10.

Cover: Innkeeper

Extra Notes:

Resides in Kumogakure

Enjoys pornographic images

Returns to close inn doors regularly at eleven o'clock sharp

Beside the lines and lines of countless information, a profile picture was pasted on the file. Many other pictures of Kagame Fujika were printed out, illustrating him with his family and at his Inn.

"Kumo…only three hours away. Perfect." The girl's steel gray eyes sparkled with anticipation. In five minutes, she'd gathered her supplies and was on her way to Kumogakure. She wandered the town for awhile, purchasing needed supplies, until it became about five to eleven.

She checked her watch and raced towards the Inn. She'd caught Kagame Fujika at the door and convinced him to show her a room. He locked the door just before they climbed the stairs.

"You know, I really shouldn't be doing this," Kagame muttered, rubbing the back of his hairy neck as he led her into a spare room. His mustache tingled and his eyebrows twitched. Somehow, he felt that the girl was a bit suspicious, what with the overly late arrival and all. But he shook it off, reminding himself that he always got paranoid this late at night.

Once they had reached the room, he opened the doors and walked inside. She almost pulled a face of disgust, if not for her sharp experience. But she had reason to, anyways.

The room was grimy and full of mold. The objects in the room were just as filthy as the unnaturally brown walls and the sofa was just repulsive.

"It's not much, kid, but if you want it, I'll offer two-fifty for it," Kagame held out his hand for the money. She remained silent and slowly walked around, as if a lion ready to pounce. The somewhat generous man began to feel uneasy.

"Hey, kid?"

Those were Kagame Fujika's last words as his air supply was cut off from the girl's bandana. She'd reached in and grabbed it from her pocket and quickly wrapped it around his neck, choking him in one swift movement. Another minute passed and he lay limp in her arms.

The malicious girl slipped his clothes off, leaving the thirty-eight year old man in his underwear. She didn't feel the need to remove any more clothing from him. She would've barfed at the scene and then they'd know he wasn't alone.

She dropped him and took a thick rope from her bag out to hang it from a hook on the ceiling and tie in a noose. She dragged him towards the door and slipped his head through the noose, his legs dangling underneath him.

Her silvery lavender hair glistened under the cheap, yellow light bulb as she set up a chair underneath his feet. She thumbed through the pages of the porn magazines she pulled out of her bag and opened each of the three magazines to widespread pages of promiscuous females in compromising positions.

Then she hastily packed her stuff and jumped out the window, grinning to herself. When she arrived back at her place, a fat roll of cash tied by a white string was sitting on her coffee table. She laughed heartily.

"All in a good day's work."

~[.1.]~

"What's erotic asphyxiation?" A blonde-haired, blue eyed teenage boy asked a very exasperated Hokage.

"Naruto," she put a hand to her forehead. "You should go ask Sakura that. I don't feel like explaining something that awkward to you."

"C'mon, baa-chan!" Naruto whined, trying to keep up with the Senju as she walked at a faster pace in hopes of losing the boy. But sadly, she knew that Naruto Uzumaki was not shaken off easily and therefore, she must withstand his barrage of annoying questions and complaints. "Sakura-chan's all the way in the training grounds. I'm not walking that far!"

"Listen, brat," Tsunade stopped to face the inquiring boy, who stopped in his tracks to look up at her, "First of all, don't call me that in public. No, don't call me that in private, public, don't call me that period. Second, it would be good to exercise your legs all the way to the training grounds after your four-week resting period."

"Hey, you gave it to me in the first place! And I was drained!" The teen said in his defense. But he was stopped when the ample-chested woman gave him a good, well-earned glare.

The sunkissed boy rolled his eyes. "Whatever baa-chaaan. You owe me for this."

"How 'bout you find her and ask her your stupid questions and I'll restrain myself from kicking you back into the Academy?"

"See you later, obaa-chan!" When the Fifth Hokage blinked, the Minato look-alike was already down the street with a trail of dust after him. She smirked to herself. "Thank Kami that got rid of him."

Meanwhile, Naruto arrived at the training grounds panting and catching his breath. Sakura and Team 10 were sitting under a tree, relaxing.

"Hey, what're you guys doing? I thought you were supposed to be training!" Naruto somewhat accused, pointing a finger at a monotonous-looking Shikamaru.

"Naruto, shut your mouth. I'm trying to get some shut-eye here…" The pine-apple headed male lay back down and re-crossed his arms behind his head. Beside him, Ino stared up at her fellow blonde with curiosity. "What are you doing here, Naruto?"

"I've gotta ask Sakura-chan a question!" He announced, blindly spinning his head around to look for the pink-haired girl.

"Naruto, I'm right here," Sakura deadpanned, sitting behind him.

"Oh there you are, Sakura-chan!" Naruto grinned. "I didn't see you there!"

"Nevermind that," Sakura sighed, slapping her forehead. "Now, what did you want to ask me?"

The blonde-haired boy stopped to think for a minute. "Uhhh…oh yeah!" He straightened his face and looked at her with a gigantic question mark above his head. "What's erotic asphyxiation?"

Sakura's eyes widened as her face instantly heated up. "W-Why are you asking me that?"

"Yeah, that sounds like a gross question," Choji commented, munching on his chips as he leaned on the tree. The four of them were training for about two hours straight, seeing as there was nothing else to do around the village.

The village had just begun settling down after the Pein invasion, and Konoha was almost rebuilt fully. The shinobi were training relentlessly to prove themselves for Konoha, if such a terrible situation arises once again and they were asked to fight for their beloved village.

And Naruto, transforming from the village idiot to the village hero, was entirely exhausted after his bout with Pein and was given a four-week resting period, in which he spent the time toiling about Konoha in boredom.

The four shinobi had just decided to take a quick break after the vigorous training session, when that orange-jumpsuit wearing boy runs in out of breath, asking perverted questions.

"I wanna know!" Naruto huffed, putting his hands at his hips. "Besides, didn't you hear?"

"Hear what?" Ino asked, having a near heart-attack at the possibility of the Uzumaki knowing something juicy when she didn't. She'd been meaning to catch up on the local gossip, but her flower shop was destroyed and once they finished rebuilding it, orders were quickly pouring in for the death of their loved ones.

"Are you serious? It's all over the Hokage Tower!" Naruto exclaimed, feeling excited that he actually knew something that she didn't. "Well, it's not really a big deal 'cause it wasn't a murder, but I just saw it on her bulletin board and I freaked out 'cause I saw a picture of a guy all dead!"

"You're a ninja, aren't you?" Shikamaru asked lethargically, his eyes remaining closed as he listened to the conversation. "You see dead bodies all the time."

"Yeah, but this guy was gross! He had porno all ov-,"

"I'm eating," Choji stated, proving his fact by shoving more BBQ flavored chips into his mouth. "Besides, I don't think I want to know the meaning of a word with the phrase "erotic" in it."

"Who cares? I've been wanting to find out for awhile now, but Tsunade baa-chan doesn't want tell me anything!" Naruto said, feeling more and more frustrated that somebody wouldn't just tell him what the damn word meant. "But she told me to go to Sakura-chan if I wanted to find out."

"Naruto, that's a medical condition," Sakura explained slowly, trying to word her sentences right. Of course, as a medic ninja, she specialized in medical conditions and causes of death. "Well, not really a medical condition, more of like…a hobby."

"Eh?"

The pinkette could tell by the expressions going around the tree that her friends were confused. She sighed and tried to explain the "hobby" more accurately.

"Well, you see…it's when you intentionally withhold air from entering your lungs for sexual pleasure…" Sakura said, feeling uncomfortable about explaining this. "Sometimes, you can die from it, seeing how you restrict the oxygen from entering your lungs, thus suffocating and/or strangling you."

It was silent in the training field.

Well, until Naruto broke out in realization. "OOOHHH! I get it! That's why in the picture, the guy was hanging himself, he was half-naked, and there were porno mags laid out in front of him!"

"Ew, Naruto, stop." The promiscuous Yamanaka held a disgusted expression on her face. "That's way too much information."

But when she looked around, Konoha's Number One Hyperactive Ninja was already racing back into the village, keeping a hand up in a good-bye salute and yelling, "Thanks Sakura-chan! I'll see you guys later!"

"Whew!" Ino let out a big breath. "That kid is just too much energy into one big blob of yellow and orange."

Shikamaru chuckled and smirked, his eyes still closed. "I can't believe that was the guy that beat Pein."

~[.1.]~

Hajime Tayoka

Age: 27

D.O.B: Dec. 4

Known Family: 1 Wife 2 Kids. Both under the age of 6.

Cover: Trinket Merchant

Extra Notes:

Frequent spender—Known to spend carelessly

Large amounts of money—unknown of the initial source

Resides in Sunagakure

The silvery-lavender haired girl slapped the pile onto her coffee table as she leaned back to smoke a cigarette. Her glowing steel gray eyes lazily watched the swirling smoke rise up and disappear in the air.

Her eyes trailed down from the graceful smoke to the front of her cigarette. It was burning brightly, like coal and embers. She wondered vaguely what it would be like to be stuck in such a scorching heat…

She had been mulling over her last kill.

That Kagame Fujika was not just an innkeeper. Being an innkeeper was just his cover. In reality, Kagame was just like this gray-eyed girl. A hitman. A mercenary. A contractor. An assassinator. A killer. A mechanic.

One who kills for money.

Kagame had only been able to purchase the inn with his dirty money, his family under the pretense that he'd been able to land a successful job and earn them tons of cash. For awhile, they lived happy. Until Kagame's business bit him back in the ass when he'd been pronounced dead yesterday night from erotic asphyxiation.

The seventeen-year old girl smirked at her victory. She was the best at her job, after all. Everybody wanted to hire her, everybody wanted her to kill somebody. It was because she was just that good.

The name Kagame Fujika was filed into the back of her mind, along with countless other names that meant nothing to her. Names that she'd learned just for the sake of researching for the person behind the name and murdering them.

You see, Ran Hashimoto was a mechanic. A hitman, as more commonly called. She killed for the money and that was it. Business was business, as she always says.

It wasn't like she was poor, no far from it. Well, she wasn't poor now anyways. Back home, her family lived in frugal amounts, but that was another story.

More recently, she lived in a small apartment. It was very tiny, only housing a living room, a kitchen, and an even tinier bathroom. There was no bed. She slept on the couch.

You'd think that with all her killing money, she'd be living in a house that rivaled the Kage's and be rolling in cash. But no, Ran Hashimoto was a simple person.

She did not spend her killing money on her house, but more her materials. If you've ever entered her tiny abode (which is highly unlikely since she was practically nonexistent and nobody ever stepped foot into her apartment but her), at first you'd notice the close proximity of the apartment.

Yes, it was that small.

But the next thing you'd notice was the extremely high-tech gadgets Ran had lying all over the place. From heat-sensor kunai knives to laser extension swords, you could guess what she spent her killing money on.

A big house wasn't what she needed, not in her terms anyways.

What she needed was advanced killing machines to help her be even more successful in her beloved business. And speaking of materials, she had plenty of them.

She was a metal-junkie.

Anything metal that is relatively dangerous and life-threatening, she'd take it.

She stocked up on instant-kill weapons and just regular weapons. She loved all her little weapons. They were the reason she got paid so well. And the more she got paid, the more weapons she could buy!

Don't get me wrong, she's not some cold-hearted demon like you see in most of these stories. She was a professional on the field. Oh sure, she's had her moments (freaking out in the middle of the job), but that doesn't mean she's any less of a person.

When it came time to kill somebody, she was strictly business and stony-faced. But when she was finished with that, she reverted back to her quiet, happy self. She was a subtly cheerful teenage girl; friendly and polite.

But when she was angry, she was the exact opposite.

When she was sad, she'd keep it to herself and cry in her head. But she never liked to cry on the outside. She liked to keep the majority of her emotions locked inside.

When she was bored, she'd spend her time sharpening and cleaning all her precious items. But she was rarely bored. There was always a job for her; always a person to kill.

Her job was far from personal. It was a job, just like any other.

Everybody had their own preferences and hers happened to be an assassin. She didn't mind much, though. Not a lot of people knew her so there weren't many to judge her.

The only people she actually kept in contact with was her family and Usagi, her employer. Other than that, she was living the lonely life. But she didn't care about that either. It seemed that Ran didn't care about the things that everybody else cared about.

She cared about what was truly important in her heart. And that was her family.

Sorry, just thought I wanted to get this out :D

Kinda got the idea after watching The Mechanic :)

So this is about a chick who likes to kill so she gets money for it. She doesn't like kill them all out in the open, so she isn't some kind of rogue ninja. She makes it look like an accident, so nobody suspects her for it.

I'm probably not gonna update this for awhile, but I was bored, I made this a few months ago, and I thought, what the hell? No harm done, right?

Don't demand me for an update of this, 'cause I'm gonna be working on my other story, but I just wanted to get this out and see what people think :)

I'm out.