lolz yeah so remember that whole talk of "hey ill update everyday" i forgot to updat yesterday T-T sincere apologies guys, it's been awhile since ive been on fanfiction so i'm trying to get back into the routine of things, anyways because of that i give you 2 chapters enjoy!


"Guys like a fucking cockroach."

Sasuke gritted his teeth as they all whipped their heads around looking for their escapee, it wasn't long before Naruto's voice yelled to them, "there he goes!"

Neji looked to where he was pointing and watched as their target ran uncoordinated through the entrance of the infamous Chinatown. A relatively rough part of the city that just so happened to hold more than 60% of its Chinese residence. They all ran through the cheap Chinese styled gates and into the lanterned streets that made everything glow red and orange. Smells assaulted their senses as the smoke from roasting barbeque misted the night air mixing with the hot breaths of loitering locals and tourists. The narrow streets were crowded with cars and people. Neji cursed as the only space he could find was blockade by the plastic chairs and tables of small restaurants. Three of the four men stopped their running, and attempted to catch their breaths while thinking of a plan. The Hyuga boy watched as Naruto carelessly shoved through people knocking innocent citizens to the floor or each other causing embarrassing domino effects. There was no stopping the raging male, he was like a man possessed, a man filled with lust, a lust for blood, and his poor victim would be granted no mercy.

Deciding to cover more ground, and not wishing to stop the beast at work, Neji turned to his dark haired companion. "Sasuke, go with Naruto. If you find Chiyoye make sure he comes back to us alive, meet back at the gate at dawn."

He merely nodded and jogged over to his friend grabbing the front of his collar and, much more discreetly, weaved them through the crowd like silent predators. White eyes followed them till they had officially disappeared from his sight, they then turned to the boy that stood next to him. Gaara's heavily lined eyes looked at him, and in a silent exchange they both nodded and made their way down the first street to the left.


Neji and Gaara both walked inconspicuously through the streets with their hands shoved in their jackets. The crowds had withered slightly, but the night life was still lively with drunkards, and happy couples and other careless groups of individuals that were merely enjoying their night. They cheered and joked loudly as they made complete fools of themselves with raucous laughter and complete abandonment of their usual selves; guzzling down pints of booze that Neji knew for a fact they would feel in the morning. Flushed faces glowed brightly in the night as sight was only permitted by the identical orange neon lights that adorned practically every sign, and if it wasn't that it was the stark white fluorescent bulb that practically blinded its audience with its ugly truth that was always shown. Yet it drew people in, and they made business. It was all just a vicious cycle. Then from the corner of Neji's eye he noticed movement, and looked to his partner. Gaara had spit out his bloodied toothpick with a simple twitch of his lips, and now his hand was lost in the front pocket of his hoodie. He drew a cigarette and a lighter. They both stopped as he lit it, the orange butt burning though the darkness before thick smoke followed like that of a dragon.

Neji raised a brow, "I thought you quit."

The red head gave him his usual uncaring look, "and I thought you were a virgin."

The Hyuga boy smirked before once again walking, his companion right by his side. After an hour they were still empty handed, Gaara had finished his cigarette, and it had only gotten colder. Said boy flicked out another cancer stick and lit it without hesitance.

Neji sighed as they both stood on the sidewalk watching people pass. "Temari will have your head if she finds out you've been smoking, again."

"She won't find out."

"She'll smell it."

Gaara shrugged "I'll burn the jacket."

Neji rolled his eyes, "Like that'll stop her from chopping off your-"

"Nǐ hǎo!"

Both boys paused and registered the voice as they turned around to see a young girl, a bit younger than them, smiling with large black eyes. Her short brown hair was brought into a low bun with two black chopsticks protruding from it and a miniature blue hydrangea pinned to its left side. She was dressed in a ¾ sleeve Chinese shirt that was royal blue, and made of fine silk with matching capris. Her feet were adorned with black flats. If they looked closely they could see the subtle shaking of her figure in the cold October air. They merely starred at her in silence. Neither moving nor making a single effort to respond back to her hello. Gaara pinched his cigarette and blew a thick gray breath before sticking it back in between lips. Her smile slowly fell as she now merely starred at them slightly confused. She expected a hello back, seeing as they didn't look too friendly it wasn't much of a surprise, but still! Then, as if a light bulb had gone off, the smile returned and she brightly exclaimed and bowed, "konnichiwa!" She straightened up, "please excuse me, I forgot not everyone who comes by here is Chinese! But please, come, come!"

They both were slightly startled as she boldly stepped forward and grabbed their sleeves dragging them to the building before them.

It appeared like any average Chinese restaurant with its name in unreadable Chinese characters and a deep red color with a pointed tiled roof. The door was a large circle, and next thing the two males knew they were pulled through it, and brought into the heated restaurant, or what appeared as one. It seemed they were now standing in a waiting area that had a small desk with a miniature Buddha and a large golden Dragon that was wrapped around a small white cat. Behind was an unusually large shuriken. Next to the desk was a long hallway that split at the end. Various orange lanterns covered the ceiling as the traditional screen doors lined the hall. It was extremely, almost relaxingly, quiet. Only the sound of the erhu playing throughout the building filled the silence.

They watched as the small female skipped to the desk and jotted something down before rushing over to them once again, and bowing. "Welcome to Shuriken lóng! My name is Matsuri, and I will be serving you today!" Neji blinked 'we don't have time for this.' Just as he was about to turn and walk off the girl spoke again, "oh! You have to meet the owner! We just opened today and she's set on meeting all of our costumers! She turned slightly and yelled down the hall, "Tenten chan! Costumers!"

Now he was frustrated. Did this foolish female legitimately not notice their refusal to stay here? The way they were on the verge of leaving? As he was about to speak foul words to the black eyed girl there was the sound of a door sliding open. Looking down the hall a beautiful girl met his sight. She was dressed in a Chinese styled outfit just like the other girl except hers was a baby yellow with red accents and long sleeves that almost completely covered her hands. Her dark brown hair was brought into two partial odango buns. Each one had two tendrils of chocolate hanging from it that ended just at her waist. As she neared them Neji took notice of the little gold barret that was clipped to one bang along with the cartilage piercing on one ear, and the ruby teardrop earring on each ear lobe. Her dark eyes then suddenly met his. They were a smoldering dark brown that could have fooled him for as well being black, but every now and again the light struck her dark orbs making them simmer a dark golden honey. There was a heat behind her intense gaze that he could not explain. She stopped in front of the two males and gave them a calm, distant smile.

She bowed, "welcome, gentleman, to our humble restaurant." Her voice was like rough silk, smooth but deceivingly so. "You've obviously met Matsuri, I apologize in advance for her forwardness."

The girl pouted, "Tenten chan I'm not 'forward!' "

The owner ignored her though and continued to speak, "I'm very grateful to have you two here, and I'm sure that Matsuri will take very good care of the two of you."

Neji immediately spoke, "we're not here to stay we were more dragged here if anything."

"Oh?" She shot a side glance at the young girl next to her who blushed slightly and giggled in embarrassment at being proven wrong.

Gaara spoke, his gravelly voice making itself known, "we're actually looking for someone so we don't have much time to waste."

Neji swore he saw a spark of something dangerous in the brunette's eyes.

"Really? Well then, it is quite late, and you gentlemen must have been at it for a while. Why don't you at least stay for a drink?" Neji opened his mouth to retaliate before she quickly interjected, "it's on the house." He stopped, and his words died on his tongue. He turned to Gaara who continued to study the two females. After a few minutes he merely closed his eyes and shrugged. The Hyuga boy sighed before merely nodding. Tenten's distant smile suddenly became all too close for comfort as it took its place front and center. "Wonderful. Matsuri, take them to an open room, and make sure their comfortable."

"Hai~!" The young girl bounded away beckoning the two males to follow.

Neji begrudgingly did, and as he passed the brunette beauty he swore he heard her whisper, in that secretly rough voice, "enjoy."

He felt an electric eel slither down his spine as his body went rigid, but he calmly kept moving. There was something seriously wrong with this place.


Matsuri slid open the screen door, and practically shoved the two boys in; they immediately realized they weren't alone. Looking up, they both hardly appreciated their luck and only felt more on edge and suspicious. Before them sat Chiyoye pressing a flimsy napkin to his face that was already soaked with blood.

He immediately looked up, and his pale face became even paler as he starred in horror at his two new guests. "Um, M-miss-"

"Gomen sir, but we don't have any vacant rooms left for these two costumers. I'm sure you don't mind sharing this room with them!"

"I-I-"

"Great! Please seat yourselves, and I'll return shortly with some tea."

The door slid shut, and along with it the finality of their situation. Smoothly, Gaara and Neji made their way over to the other side of the booth and sat down. Chiyoye was trembling as his bloody napkin continued to cover his face. His disfigured nose caused only a slight whistling noise to break through the room's silence. Blue and white starred at him with eerily calm expressions. Gaara's icy eyes were burning through him as Neji's merely dug through his flesh in agonizing torture.

"So," the deep voice of the leader began, "this is where you ran off to." Chiyoye did not answer and merely gnawed on his chapped lips. "You really are like a cockroach. Running and escaping through the God damn cracks."

Gaara scoffed as he took the cigarette from his lips and put it out in the ash tray at the center of the table. He let the thick smoke flare from from his nostrils, "likewise disgusting."

Suddenly the man broke down, he was shaking violently as he began to sob, "pl-please forgive me! I-I, I won't do it again! I promise!"

A flash of silver caught his eyes. He looked to the red head and began a whole new wave of sobs at the sight of the red blade.

Gaara sadistically ran his tongue along the steel, savoring the fresh iron. "I'd like to finish that Chelsea grin I started."

"Please! Have mercy!"

Neji crossed his arms as he smirked, "I'm actually feeling a tad merciful today." Gaara shot him a twisted sneer. "I'm serious. So how about this, we take you to the highest building in town, and you jump."

Chiyoye had gone still, and was now merely starring in silent shock. "Wh...What..."

"It's your choice. Either I leave you to the dogs," Gaara's eyes narrowed, "or I let you take care of business."

The scared man suddenly pulled up the revolver in a trembling hand. "Y-You're telling me t-to choose between being, being murdered an-and committing suicide?!" He attempted to cock the gun, but his blood covered thumb was too slick. "How am I supposed to make that decision?!"

Neji's smirk had fallen and he merely stared at the man impassively. "Tick- tock, tick-tock you better hurry, Gaara's losing his patience."

One glance at the red head and the comment was confirmed: his blue eyes appeared to be getting smaller as bloodshot cracks began to appear in his self-restraint to not slaughter. His patience was wearing thin.

"I..." Chiyoye gripped the revolver more tightly, "I..."


Cliff hanger and its only chapter 2, review please!