Author: Miz Mizery

Rating: M

Sorry, guys who wanted chapter updates, cause I just like accidentally added three chapters. I'm so so so sorry. I'm just a little bit freakin retarded and this heat it's like ninety or something is freakin unbearable. so yea, sorry. enjoy.

oh yea, and the reason I updated so early is because i am going to a camp this weekend with no internet. gasp yea I know. how will I survive? anyways, I'll probably be updating early next week cause I'm going to VA for vacation. okay, so NOW enjoi!

Chapter 2-

Sasuke's pair of 500 S&W Magnum Revolvers were not the only things that he cared for with his very being. Rounding a corner, he pulled out his keys to the smoky black 2008 Ducati that he had bought earlier that year. It was covered with a gray tarp in a secluded alley with little foot or vehicle traffic and even if someone happened to come by, it appeared to be little more than garbage. In all actuality, it had pitched a hefty sum from the young Uchiha. It was custom made for him, tailored to his every desire. Even the helmet and leather he wore were made specifically for him.

He pulled off the tarp, revealing the machine that his older brother Itachi jokingly referred to as Sasuke's 'vice', 'baby' or any other term of endearment the man could come up with. He was right in every way. Sasuke had often been caught talking about the bike as he would a child or a wife, and for a man who had neither as far as he knew- and if he did, by any chance, have a child, he would definitely know, for the child's mother would be out to get every ounce of child support she could- it was fair game.

The Ducati made a lovely sound when operated, one that Sasuke loved. Although, it was not as good as the sound of the highway buzzing beneath the tires as he neared one hundred ninety miles an hour. That was a speed that he had reached only once in his lifetime, however short it may be, and he intended on reaching it again. He would have to settle today on weaving through the six a.m. New York City traffic that seemed to constantly plague the state. He wouldn't be able to go anything above stop-and-go thirty miles before he reached the city limits.

He had killed six people tonight. It was a staggering amount, even for him. He was exhausted, and his lithe, athletic body was starting to feel the strains of an entire nights work. Thank the gods that Sasuke had had the intelligence to take the day off of work. He hadn't known that he was going to be gone all night, but he always took the next day off to watch the news, see if anyone had reported the people that he had so tactfully murdered. Or if anyone really even cared.

Sasuke grimaced behind the tinted visor of his helmet when a taxi got too close. If his job didn't kill him first, the traffic would.

His cell phone vibrated against his thigh, and he ignored it. It was no doubt Itachi wondering where his little brother was. As far as he knew, Sasuke was at an imaginary girlfriends house all night, but he was supposed to have been back at five or five thirty in the morning. So he was a half hour late, a little more perhaps, depending on this cursed traffic. It wasn't enough to come panicking to him. And Itachi should know better than to call him when he may be on his way home on a Thursday night. Everyone gets to work early on Fridays to get off early. Itachi of all people should know that. Of course Sasuke couldn't answer his phone when he was driving. This traffic was horrendous. Sasuke couldn't figure out for the life of him why he had insisted on living in New York, besides the fact that Uchiha Industries, a business solely created by the young Uchiha himself and without help at age sixteen, was stationed here. True, the business had grown in the last six years, having now a company in every major city of the United States and one in almost every country, four in Japan. He could live wherever he pleased, if he pleased. Still, New York held a certain je ne sais quoi that he couldn't find elsewhere. The crime in New York was at a high this year. That meant his job as an assassin was also at a high. Not to mention that this was where he made his start and has always lived. But if it weren't for that, he would've left long ago.

His phone vibrated again, but this one held a different pattern. Three spots, then a sustained one.

Cutting through the streaming traffic to his right and earning several irritated horn honks from the many people who were in a hurry, as Sasuke was now, he pulled over to the side of the road, digging in the pocket of his skin-tight leather pants for his sleek cell, a new model that he had recently purchased.

"Hello?" he asked urgently after tearing off his helmet and whipping open his phone. He had just barely made it, and he was still searching for a place to park when the person from the other line answered.

"Sasuke, there is a new assignment for you."

Pulling into a space just big enough for his Ducati, Sasuke frowned, wiping sweat from his forehead.

"I just got six tonight-"

"It's urgent."

"How urgent could it possibly be that I can't even go home first?"

A chuckle came across the line, and judging by the tone, chastising and condescending, Sasuke knew that his boss thought the same thing about the him as Itachi did. "Sasuke, if you would rather get some rest than do your job, maybe this isn't for you. Besides, your assignment is not as simple as they previously have been. This will take days, weeks, months even."

Sasuke smirked, but only because his boss was not here. If he had been, any emotional incompetence would have been looked upon as ignorance, something that Sasuke definitely not want at the moment. "Who is it? Orochimaru? Kabuto?"

Kakashi's tone was grave. "Worse. Naruto Uzumaki."

A/N

So Sasuke has a big secret! He's hiding his murderous ways from Itachi, which I think is just vaguely messed up, considering that in the anime, Itachi's the one who is murderous, but at least he doesn't hide it, which in that situation, would have been the best i think.

Thank you to you guys who took time to read the first chapter. Honestly, when I saw that I had two hits only, like, an hour after i posted, i went almost into a meltdown, but whatever. I'm such a nerd. Uh, well that's all i have to say besides R&R please. peace.