Logan: Whereas I understand what you mean about a lot of 'un-necessary' cuss words ruining a story, I cannot see why one 'bitch-face' would make the entirety of my story ruined. Considering, if I am looking at the first chapter correctly, that is the only cuss word in the entire chapter. But, then again, I didn't like putting it in there in the first place, but I reckon that that –would- be something someone could expect coming out of his mouth if he were in a more modern setting, like this. However, everyone is entitled to their own opinion, and I am glad you shared yours with me. 3
Hands-On: Thank you for your enigmatic review! It made me smile for a while. And I am glad you like the portrayal of the three in the first chapter, it's much appreciated! :) I dedicate this chapter to you! ^,^
Oh! And thank you to all of those who added this story to your alert or favorite!
Order And Chaos
The Love Of Crime
The silence is interrupted only by a small ticking sound that seems to echo loudly through the large room. The energy in the room sparks with nerves that run on high, and a healthy amount of fear.
A car door slams outside of the building, and before anyone inside can react, the door opens slowly to reveal a very tall, lean man who steps through the doorway with a feline grace. The four occupants of the room stiffen immediately, each of them bowing their chins to him in respect as he stops before them, his hands tucked into the front pockets of his black slacks.
The black business coat he wears is pristine, the buttons holding it shut matching the color of his blood red tie, standing brightly against the starched collared white shirt beneath. Long black hair that almost shines blue is caught back at the nape of his neck, a few stubborn thick strands falling to frame his round face.
Burgandy eyes are narrowed at them, twin very thin and faint scars running out from the inside corner of those eyes to point at his jaw from atop his cheekbones. Thin lips are set into a decisive frown, and although others have come into the room with him as well, this man is the center of attention.
After an agonizing time of staring in silence, he speaks. His voice is a low timbre, words falling out slowly and dangerously, the four original occupants of the room flinching visibly.
"Someone is leaking information. Which one of you is it?"
The four men exchange looks of unease and confusion before looking back at the dangerous man before them. One finally speaks up, timidly.
"Sir, we don't know who could be leaking information. It can't be any of us here, we-" His fearful voice is interrupted by the stony faced man, his burgundy eyes narrowing even more.
"I did not ask for you to speak. Unless you are the one feeding information to the police, do not speak. Understood?" Four heads nod in understanding as they remain quiet and the man watches them silently before stepping closer, enjoying the flinches he receives.
"I will find out which one of you it is. Until then, try not to leave this building. I would hate for some kind of accident to happen."
He does not wait for their response, but turns on his heel and marches back out of the building, the few who had entered the building with him now filing out behind him. He rounds the corner of the building to level his burgundy gaze on the three black cars parked there.
Two of them belong to him and the people who had came with him, but the one that sits off a bit to the side is one that had not come with them. He slows his steps as the door opens and a familiar younger man steps out from the driver's side, not bothering to shut the door as he moves forward.
Sasuke Uchiha hates waiting. He has very little patience, especially when it comes to his incredibly psychopathic brother. But he knows better than to enter that building that Itachi has just come out of. If anything, he would rather never even have to come here at all, but business is business.
He stops before Itachi, offering him a blank stare as the older man directs a rather nasty smirk his way. "Little brother, how nice to see you. Did you get what I asked of you?" Sasuke clenches his jaw somewhat, reaching into his front pocket and drawing out a small, black velvet drawstring pouch, offering it to the man through the darkness of the night.
Itachi takes it, weighing it in his hands before slowly opening it up and peering inside, the sparkling jewels making his sinister smile seem even more twisted as he closes the back once more and tucks it into his one pocket before reaching out and patting Sasuke on his shoulder.
"Good boy. You're getting more efficient. Faster. Keep up and you might some day even reach my level. Now, I have somewhere to be." Itachi turns away from Sasuke and moves to get into the back seat of one of his nondescript black cars.
Sasuke watches him go, the anger and hatred boiling deep in his chest. When the two cars pull away he turns and steps back into his car as well, letting the little black BMW roar to life before pulling away from the part of town that he hates the most, flooring the gas pedal as he tears towards down town.
He definitely needs a hard drink after having to spend any amount of time in that asshole's presence.
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I –know- this chapter had more of Itachi than Sasuke, but it was important to write so that you understand that Sasuke, though begrudgingly, works for his brothers' crime ring. Kay? Kay.
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