Heh... yeah, this was a request by a friend of mine... MissMisery... so yeah, here ya are! XD

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing! Not the characters! Nor the songs referenced! They are either Kishimoto's or Lady Gaga's!

Poker Face

Prologue: Boys Boys Boys

Boys, boys, boys, we like boys in cars

Boys, boys, boys, buy us drinks in bars

Boys, boys, boys, with hairspray and denim

Boys, boys, boys, we love them, we love them...

"Do you know why you're here?" The silver haired man asked, his single eye leveling on the raven sitting across from him. The younger man smirked.

"Because you hate fags?" he asked, his smart-ass attitude not breaking for a second as he leaned back in his chair, a booted foot resting against the table.

"I'm being serious, son..."

"So am I. But then again, you look like a self hater. Take it up the ass? Or do you give it?"

The elder's fist hit the table.

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"State your name for the record..." A brown haired man stated, the scar running along his nose; the only really differentiating aspect about him. The red head across from him snorted and looked to the side. The man sighed. "State your name for the record."

"You already have it on file. Why not open it up and look it over?" The red headed male stated, upper lip raising in disgust. The brunet frowned.

"Look... we can do this the hard way or the easy way... what's it gonna be?"

Silence.

The brunet sighed and slumped back into his chair. "Hard way it is then..."

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"Hn... your family's a highly influential one, isn't it?" An elder man asked, his white, unruly hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. The brunet across from him offered nothing but an unreadable stare. He waited, but the younger said nothing. "You're well off... no priors... a good kid.... There's nothing hear to lead me to believe that you're at fault, kid. All ya got to do is talk. We're willing to cut you a deal. And if you had nothing to do with it, we'll even let ya go with a clean record. You've got potential... I'd hate to see that go to waste..." Again, all he got was silence. He sighed and used the eraser of his pencil to scratch his forehead. "At least answer me this... what's a kid like you doing getting mixed up in this?"

The brunet eyed him, blinking once before he finally opened his mouth. "I'm surprised they let you come to work looking as ridiculous as you do."

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"We know you were there!" The man growled, his dark, almost black eyes narrowing. The blond sitting across from him flinched and looked down, his blue eyes pained.

"No...." he whimpered, shaking his head. The man's hand hit the table as he stood, leaning over the table and closer to the other.

"We have proof that puts you and your little buddies at the scene!" Again, the blond shook his head. The brunet sighed, getting even more frustrated. "Look, right now, your three little buddies are all being interrogated, same as you. And so far all three have pointed their fingers at you. Now, we know it wasn't you, but we also know they're letting you take the fall. So now's the time to open your mouth and say something!"

"I don't know..." he whimpered again, fighting back tears.

"God damn it! Don't lie to me, Naruto!"

"WE DIDN'T MEAN TO!" he cried, tears running down his face. He choked back a sob and curled in on himself. "We didn't mean for it to happen!"