No Paradise

by Porcelain.Memories

When her slim high heel skidded from her father s white limo, he thought that she was the prosopopeia of an angel trapped in a decadent Paradise. But the white gloves she wore to dot up her hands were smeared with blood and her lips soaked in poison. He knew it because he was ordered to taste her and use her to destroy her Mob family.

3. When there was Paradise

—CHAPTER 3— When there was Paradise

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Dangerous, malicious, venomous, undecipherable but oozing of so much devious intent that any other person would have crawled in fear, back away or outside, drop to his knees and plead for mercy.

Sasuke on the other hand merely flinched, not moving an inch, now as he leisurely too with his hands shoved deep into his loose pockets, head facing onwards. Like he didn't even hear her; Kiba stopped sniffing and drooled like a veritable dog.

Konan and Sai both stopped as Sai started to awkwardly read the ingredients on one of the box of condoms, commenting on how harmful they were and how modern studies shown that they could tear during intercourse, cause severe skin conditions, allergies and remain stuck into the vagina, while Konan just stared at the two messy guys, not even noticing their presence the first time they entered the shop.

Of course, they were far more discreet than Zaku and his clique but... she couldn't help frown ever so slightly, not at the obviously mentally deranged or high -or both- dog boy, but at the one entirely garbed in black.

What caught her attention wasn't the way he was obviously ignoring Sakura -which was also mind-blowing since basically, every head turned at the roseate- but his general atmosphere.

Konan wasn't stupid. She was Sakura`s best friend since diapers, raised and polished and educated into the spirit of a Mafia Family; thus she had a knack for sensing people and read their souls. But not this man.

Something about the aura he was projecting, the vibes peeling from his seemingly disheveled person seemed off, bizarre, odd.

Like he was hiding something and it wasn't just the obvious -dealing drugs or being a delinquent, no.

This man... obviously not older than them with only a few strands of raven locks obstructing his already concealed face, spilling from under his low hoodie, was no ordinary man.

He seemed dangerous in ways that Konan couldn't describe; but even to someone as undeserving as her, this man sent cold shivers brimming along her spine for a reason.

He was casual, too fucking casual as his stance was completely relaxed, unfailingly playing with a cigar that he held between his lean long digits debating whether to light it up or not; probably mindful of the fire alarms.

Which only strengthened her earlier surmise -that he was at least more intelligent and calculated than the earlier clowns.

Wasn't he affected or scared or impressed by Sakura`s earlier display? Yes, these type of occurrences were common -so sadly pervasive in the Sharingan- and Kizashi gave them all the trivia about their new 'home', but even so... he seemed to have a lot of life experience for someone so young.

Sakura too now straightened her spine, a pack of pads in her right hand and a bag of quinoa gluten-free chips in her other now tilting her head at the silent man, looking comically at him with a very incessant expression on her face.

Probably curious and wondering about the same thing; why into he world was that man silent as a grave and rude enough not to step aside and let a lady search for goods?

"Oi, would you mind? I am trying to find something. Wouldn't you be at least considerate and respectful towards the other customers? I get it that this is a foreign territory and veritable gangsters feel their ego swell in response to protecting their territory as the Alfa, but honestly... no need to be rude, ok?"

She tried to approach him politely using the same sugary coated tone, but Sasuke didn't even budge; nor did the nitwit acting like his personal pet.

"I was talking to you man, acknowledge me damn it!" She leaned forward ever so slightly noticing that he was annoying tall in comparison -even taller than Zaku, completely ignoring her with talent.

"Don't take it the wrong way but are you possibly deaf, mute or mentally retarded?" Of course, that one would just ask something so stupid, but they all knew she was mocking him hard.

Still, not getting any sort of reaction which was Sasuke's exact plan. He depicted her temper first hand, flawlessly, of course.

His intuition remained unparalleled as he guessed her character completely, immediately formulating a counter strategy.

For someone so excessively zealous, flamboyant and energetic as this colorful nightingale, ignoring her was the best saber.

Not acknowledging her, like she previously put it, unwittingly and stupidly letting her major flaw unfurl from her kissable lips, gratuitously.

what a fool, Sasuke inwardly smirked trying his best not to let it show on his standoffish face; so that she could actually take a glimpse of it as it was entirely covered by his long unruffled ebony locks and his hoodie.

"Sai, do you possibly have a twin in the Sharingan and failed to let me know firsthand? I think that he can pass as your doppelganger only... he seems a little bit taller.

And has less fashion sense than you; of course, not that I actually fancy your sartorial choices," she joked lightly teasing his too effeminate style. "but... he is equally 'vocal' or so it seems." She noted sarcastically as Sasuke still remained silent.

Tilting her head on the side as she boldly traipsed towards the said character, she placed her fists down her hips and smirked, mapping him upside down as Konan and Sai simply stared, a bland expression painting their faces; inwardly, however, they could only picture how Sakura is going to whack this junkie idiot or beat him to a bloody pulp, just for the sake of it.

Sakura Haruno, contrary to her reputation wasn't a sadistic bitch; she didn't fancy violence nor did she killed or bullied people for fun or because she had a penchant for sadistic stuff. But this time, something about the raven-haired male seemed odd, ticking her off for some reason.

By all means, her now half of a smile gleaming on her glossy pulpy lips was anything but innocent. She started to get chaffed, his attitude successfully passing her off.

And a vexed Sakura promised impalement because, in both the underground world and the public society, the Haruno name meant fame and recognition. Haruno Kizashi owned an Empire, listed as one of the 100 richest men alive.

They were hardly ignored, being almost on par with royalties. And now a Turd with apparently suicide mission decides to tease her nonetheless.

That guy was either high out of his mind or simply looking for trouble. But... something about him intrigued Sakura as much as it rubbed her the wrong way.

Confused as well, Konan decided not to intervene when Sakura body outstretched her hand and tucked on the guy`s loose sleeve, murmuring as she stifled her giggles; probably imagining that she played in a thriller movie.

Sakura was always so energetic, so flamboyant and always lively, cheerful and playful with her volcanic solar energy.

"Hey dude," she whispered to him. "you are not some creepy serial killer with an ax or a chainsaw hidden under his shirt with a mission to bloody murder the citizens of the Sharingan, right? Oh man, I`ve seen countless movies like that, they are fuckin` inspirational!" She started to titter lightly, giggling like a school girl in front of her crush.

Inwardly, something kindled in pure annoyance at this guy`s absolute lack of reaction whatsoever.

Even Sai had moments when he scowled at her or simply moved or showed that he didn't want to be bothered.

But this guy simply continued to glance onwards ignoring her as he flippantly played with that damned cigar fumbling with it as it passed between his fingers; she noticed that the dude wore leather gloves covering half of his digits and he had quite beautiful hands.

Wait for what? what a stupid thought, stupid Sakura, stupid, stupid! She berated herself for that moment of... summoning such weird ass thoughts into her mind.

Why would she care about a guy`s hands? They were like... ordinary hands belonging to a man! What the flying fuck?!

"Oi, are you really retarded or play the tough guy? Want to end up like those scurrying rats?" She started to get pissed off, now shaking his sleeve more violently, until he didn't even budge.

Sasuke knew what he was doing and he was doing it artfully. Barely preventing a raucous laughter, inwardly he threw his head backward and laughed hysterically, like a madman.

So far, he got Sakura where he wanted. Immediately realizing that this woman wasn't like all the rest, he had to think of the best approach.

Sakura Haruno would never settle with a boring, hackneyed man. She wanted a challenge, a game, someone to intrigue her, to excite her and leave her constantly guessing.

Someone who was stronger than her in both mind and body. Sai was definitely not one of them and now Sasuke understood Haruno`s secret desperate search; he most likely planned to dispose on Sai as soon as Sakura found a worthy fiancé to succeed her father.

Because that ridiculous stuck up, emotionally and socially retarded sociopath was a failure.

He couldn't give this spitfire girl what she wanted, what she needed and even guess what she didn't know she wanted.

Oh yeah, for the first time in forever Sasuke felt something flicker into his bell excitingly; the taste of pure adrenaline and zeal pervaded his mouth –the acerbic, bittersweet taste of triumph- the impetuous challenge on the tip of his tongue.

Haruno Sakura... I`m going to be that fire you need to make you burn until you scorch, he inwardly nodded proud at the wickedest thoughts, naughty, graphics, descriptive and so much like Jiraiya's stupid fantasies churned into the front of his mind.

He felt the hype of the challenge that Sakura posed. He misunderstood her from the picture and her file, she was not a stale, bland, stereotypical Mafia Boss daughter, no. She was strong, valiant, independent, terribly controlling, dominating and never the demure Cinderella.

And then there was her beauty; it wasn't typically stunning, gorgeous by the media or society`s standards.

It swayed between innocent and aristocratic in such a unique, exotic way. Sasuke found her painfully beautiful, albeit she wasn't of an inevitable beauty.

Definitely, there were plenty of other women that turned heads just because of their look one of them was Konan, a natural, divine beauty.

But Sakura was more than just a young girl with average beauty. She had something quintessential about her, something peculiar, unique and avant-garde, something dynamic that changed continuously, surprising, shockingly seductive about her buoyancy, her beauty was so alive, energetic, vivacious, coltish and kittenish in ways Sasuke could limn. But definitely, she stood out before anything.

Those eyes... irises of a sprightly intensity bore into his skull demanding attention, recognition.

This girl wasn't docile, submissive and mellow. She liked control, her father was the mastermind, the puppet master and she demanded the same from everyone else.

Her nature made her a modern warrior capable of surviving on the streets, in a patriarchal society.

Those hands were accustomed to hold guns and sabers, instead of lip-glosses, perfumes, rouges, and clothes. "Aish seriously now... just move over okay? I don`t want to force you to... or do I?"

She winked suggestively at him, Sasuke could see it in the reflection of the window glass, noticing that Sakura too glanced on her side; briefly, their eyes were supposed to meet into the mirror, but he was shrouded by his hair and the hoodie.

Her emerald pools the other hand gleamed maliciously and Sasuke could almost see her true color in the reflection, a cold imperative judge screaming her real demonic nature.

By all the Heavens above, he never felt his blood pump through his veins with such fervor as a visceral desire to pin her hands above her head, rip off that killer breathtakingly sexy clothes off her athletic body and fuck her hard right on this floor.

In front of her porcelain gothic horror doll of a best friend and her inept future spouse. Her stunning eyes of a precious shade of sparkling jade gemstone encrusted into her irises, sprinkled with subtle reflexes of aureate gleamed mischievously, a pure nefarious hysteria welling into their depths; promising permanent impalement and depriving of certain body parts.

Sasuke almost snorted at how intense her murderous aura felt as she certainly wanted nothing more than to just pummel him or shoot him in the ass for how he dared to ignore her; the almighty Sakura 'Queen' Haruno.

Oh- he didn't have enough fucks to give about who she really thought she was or who her criminal father was.

He was almost curious whether she would fall for a pretty face, but he knew he couldn't jeopardize his identity in such a clumsy, thus he winged with his initial approach.

Making her go crazy for him; either in annoyance or lust, both worked.

"Geez Sakura, just leave that moron alone will you?" Sai simply commented feeling bored out of his mind as his thin lips stretched into a vicious yawn, glancing towards his expensive wristwatch; knowing that Haruno Kizashi as expecting them for dinner. "Let's go. We have caused enough furor for today."

"Just kill them if you must, but do it in silence. Already people littered the front street now heading towards here. We don't want to cause many troubles on our first day. It will not be beneficent for our purpose—"

"—Oh, will you two just shut the fuck up already?!" She snarled at both of them narrowing her orbs warningly as looking through the window and around to shop as Sasuke, Kiba, Sai, and Konan did the same, noticing how another gang —more numerous and intimidating than Zaku`s just barged into the shop.

"Fucking great, another round of street rats interrupting my fun." Because something about the expressionless statue-man intrigued her more than she could believe herself.

Something about him feels... attractive, in ways that she couldn't begin to decipher. But her chest, a place that only thudded when she came back victorious from a fight or her father praised her for a good handled 'job' thudded or tucked warmly, pleasantly.

Albeit, this particular emotion seemed to be connected to a tight ball pooling into the pits of her abdomen fleetingly jarring south and huddling between her legs, teasing her inner walls with short pulses.

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Oh dear God, she couldn't be that mentally deranged to feel aroused because of a... homeless junkie, right? no... this is something else than lust or desire, but what?

Not having enough time to delve into the matter, Sakura whipped her head backward shoving that bizarre figment into the back of her mind as she focused on how the front doors slid to accommodate a throng of bulky idiots casually strolling inside like original gangsters; growling.

"What the fuck is going on here, where is my fucking money and... why the flying fuck are these fuckards cramping my style? Are the fuck you, idiots, looking at huh? Bloody motherfuckers..."

Hidan couldn't have picked a better opportunity to make a complete fool out of himself, Sasuke literarily rolled his obsidian orbs feeling that this moment was opportune to get the hell out of there.

Because of Sakura Haruno got tangled with Hidan and his ridiculous pack of brainless followers would automatically result in a clash that nobody wanted to witness.

Probably ending up with 30 corpses and a massacre that the prosecutor cannot overlook —albeit he would most likely want to.

Glancing around as he planted his scythe on the floor, propelling his body casually on it, Hidan got very comical dumbfounded stares from the five people present in the shop.

Like usual, he came to collect his money from all the shops in the Sharingan, in exchange for them being allowed to run in 'his' territory.

But the owner flew immediately as Sakura and Zaku started to argue, thus his people immediately scattered around the shop for a quick 'refill', most of them stopping at the energy drinks, tobacco, and alcohol.

"Oi seriously you guys..." He pouted as his thin lips puckered now grazing the floor with the honed blades of his scythe, the sound of million nails scratching the blackboard sent a jarring electrical discharge along everyone`s spine, then smirking sadistically, manically like an original demented masochist.

"...if you are going to have an orgy here then at least wait for your turn. Now I am here for charity," He solemnly proclaimed while the shop instantaneously filled up with 20 of his bastards and actually Kiba found the moment proper to snatch some cigars, a bottle of Jack`s and some burgers, tucked them into his ragged blouse and dashed away using the back emergency door.

"I must collect the debts. Now scram kids," He ushered the group of four people who had absolutely no reaction seeing how they found themselves surrounded by Hidan and his gang; all armed with various sabers of choice, grinning slyly, some slobbering and licking their lips mapping Sakura and Konan.

And that included Sai as well! "Well... if that`s how it goes," He now dragged his scythe along the floor as he closed in to Sakura bypassing Uchiha nonchalantly as he came face to face with her, boldly and rudely entering her comfort zone and giving her a once over, from head to toe, with a malicious perverted stare that would make any woman crouch in fear.

"I think we can fucking stay a lil` bit more and... entertain such delicious babes," He cocked his head in Konan`s direction who, comically had the same impressive height as him, totally bland and expressionless.

"my I can see that you are fuckin` feisty. Fucking give me that stare when you blow me, bitch." He coursed vulgarly tittering now as his gang of ridiculous creatures whistled low.

"Why are you with this turd?" He spat to Sasuke from the corner of his eyes, Hidan being among the few who were too goddamn insane to be scared of anyone, he included. "Get this fucker out of my way, he reeks of shit and bongs!"

He snarled at one of his associates as Sakura curiously glanced at the mysterious dark-haired mane as he has just been roughly shoved in one of the shelves of the magazine, successfully making some sprinkle on the floor with the pages fluttering like in a horror movie; everyone laughed and snarled at him in pure contempt. "Now now ladies... who wants to become a beautiful sacrifice in my precious collection?"

Seeing that Konan and Sai both stood motionless waiting for Sakura to react, the rosette on the other hand simply glanced over the shelves in the direction of the man used as a rag doll and tossed from side to side like Konan and Sai did with Dosu moments ago; her brow creasing with a light confused frown.

This guy... he had something distingue about him that Sakura simply couldn't place anywhere.

Because no human being residing in the Sharingan could have such a genteel notable sophistication in his air, but him... Damn it, what is the deal with this dude?

A peculiar vibe peeled from his apparently disheveled persona that dropkicked into Sakura`s conscious as she now cocked her head on the side, frowning comically like trying to read into his soul; but his portals -his eyes- were shrouded by those damned beggar clothes and messy raven locks swathing his face almost entirely.

How he could see through that maze of thick hair, Sakura wondered. A visceral need to drag that damned hoodie off his head and run her hands through his hair, pull on it and take a generous fist of that rich, incredibly ebony soft looking hair frothed along her limbs discharging into her fingertips as she dabbed her digits on the shelf.

"Sacrifices in your collection you say..." She murmured now sardonically, mirroring his earlier speech spontaneously whipping her head toward the man as her strawberry blonde locks swished and whipped on her face with an enticing, lethal flaring effect; smirking at him in a complete vicissitude of attitude.

"...hm... that doesn't sound too bad actually. Maybe I should certainly keep you as trophies, impale you of your limbs and heads and hang you on my walls in some sort of modern art. What do you think, buddies?"

She teased now as Konan and Sai both smirked invisibly from the corner of their lips understanding the silent message.

Crush them, since it was mandatory for them to send a clear message here —that Haruno controlled everything and nothing controlled or bossed Haruno around.

Things are about to change dramatically in the Sharingan and there was only one way to prove ourselves on the streets.

Through blood and sheer force. "What… What the actual fuck—"

It happened so fast, that Hidan didn't even blink when Sakura rolled a gun around her digit and shoot him twice in both his shoes, now blood spritzing from the tip of his sneakers, all the while keeping her pose straight and proud, smirking as she tilt he smiling angelically at him as the white gloves mocked the in comparison to the blood now spanning on his feet. "AHH! Motherfucking crazy bitch, YOU`LL FUCKING PAY FOR THIS!"

Swinging his scythe in the air like a Japanese warrior, expertly slicing the very air as the metal whiplashed, was the signal for the disaster to happen; Hidan and his men rushed to Sakura, Sai, and Konan as the trio unfailingly and vehemently fought right back.

Goddamn it, Sasuke thought for himself actually not planning to be dragged into such a bloody mess.

He just prayed that Neji and Suigetsu didn't get into a similar situation knowing as they didn't have the experience to survive in this type of environment —actually caring about his friends more than he was showing it, rapidly ruminating about what he shall do to lay in his advantage. Guess I have no other choice then... he... let`s have some fun.

Already the decision has been made simultaneously to one random gargantuan guy covered in menacing tribal tattoos and piercings littering his bulky body, swinging an equally gigantic weird blade with two adjacent smaller blades in the form of a split scythe, frowning at him as he snarled.

"I was waiting for the proper moment to kick your ass for getting my younger brother in jail, you motherfuking chicken ass head!"

'Ah, so it was his brother the one I caught threatening to rape one of Ino`s harlot friends yesterday night', Sasuke rolled his orbs at the man now collecting himself from leaning over the now empty shelf and dusting of his pants, he smirked at him glancing his eyes as the brainless amoeba was just as tall as him.

"really now... if you miss that dickless coward so badly then how about you join him in jail or even better... rot in Hell." Uchiha snarled as he smoothly, skillfully eluded a lethal laceration of the scythe as the idiot let out his infamous battle cry lurching onwards.

Swiveling on his heel as he pivoted like a figure skater on luscious eyes, Sasuke deflected another blow as the man`s blade cut through the energy drinks, making the bubbling content spray all over and wetting their clothes like a fountain under pressure; successfully he locked his available hand preventing the bulky muscled gangster to fructify the opportunity and catch him out of guard, while he was almost with his back on the Uchiha and twisted it at a painful angle, the bones and joints popping as he let out a short startled furious cry. "AH— Motherfucking shit head—"

Wordlessly, Uchiha dropped down like a venomous lethal cobra, his speed, his reflexes, his implacable precision overshadowing his opponents` who was obviously subpar to him and, still having a painful clasp around his wrist, locked the man in that twirled position and performed a fluid low roundhouse kick whipping the floor off his feet as his opponent lost balance and gravity pulled him backwards as he teetered before falling right atop of a pyramid made of cans of orange juice, while Sasuke simply pushed it as it skated on its rollers until it hit a side window glass. "Hn... morons."

Sasuke simply side smirked as that man proved to be no competition at all, briefly taking a peep at Sakura who... literarily moped the floor with Hidan`s henchmen as the masochistic Janshinist priest stood into the sidelines, a hand swinging his scythe in the air like he was on a tropical island, high and having fun and the other was scandalously slid into his dark skinny pants, his hand rubbing on his obvious erection, his orbs leering and gleaming in lust and thrill seeing Sakura beat the crap out of his lackeys.

Something villainous, primal and hysteric simmered and aroused into Sasuke`s mind seeing a man doing such a vulgar act in front of ladies -even if they were a Boss` daughter and his best friend.

A real man never ever did something so libidinous in front of a woman or in public places visited by women or children or elders. They. did. not!

It was all that churned into his now furious mind seeing as Hidan didn't pay any heed to the fact that he had two bullets in his bleeding feet; that man was demented and painfully crack nuts to even feel pain.

In fact, the pain made him feel pleasure at the paramount of masochism. But when he aimed to dash to him and beat him to a bloody pulp, some idiots blocked his lethal slow sojourn, a hand with leather gloves similar to his pressed roughly no his chest trying to shove him backward; he didn't even flinch glancing to his much shorter opponent.

"Where do you think you're going you arrogant bastard? Nobody leaves this place until Hidan-sama says so... alive or in pieces, either works."

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"Fuck. off." Uchiha snarled to the man as he roughly shoved his hand away nearly making the man lose his balance, not expecting a single flicker of someone`s wrist to be that powerful.

Normally they knew better than to mess with him, but tonight something about the thrill of the situation made them take a step forward.

"Or else?" The idiot challenged now smirking suggestively as Sasuke found himself surrounded by five of Hidan`s masochistic friends, all flaunting their muscled physiques and swinging their combat knives, swords, and baseball bats menacingly, provocatively in his direction.

Not a single muscle rippled on his handsome, impassive face as Sasuke simply stood flippantly with his hands in his pockets, gnawing at the idiot in front of him peeping from underneath the veil of raven locks.

Inwardly, he was laughing in pure ecstasy a sensation similar to having a standing orgasm coursed through his Uchiha blood as it simmered like a bubbling volcano; surprisingly, this night he had a zeal to kill like never before.

Probably because there were three people engaged in a fulminant heated battle with Hidan and his pals or... because his first contact with the target has been much more ridiculous than he anticipated.

At least, he knew that she will be at the club tonight thus he had a chance to approach her less carefully and more openly.

But for now... obsidian orbs flickered from the fluttering whirl of strawberry-blonde locks, swishing like an exotic cocktail trailing behind her back as she just delivered a flawless round kick to her opponent`s jaw, spontaneously and smoothly like performing an act in the Swan`s Lake ballet, immediately sidestepping to avoid a lethal blow from Hidan`s scythe.

The idiot`s maniacal grin resonated all throughout the night shop as he threw his head backward hollering.

"Fuck yeah bitch, keep on turning me on!" Obviously the bulge in his pants now dripping wet made Sakura crunch other nostrils in contempt as she gnashed her teeth together, obviously repulsed at the lecherous coarse scene.

"Fuck, I don't even know if I want to fucking sacrifice you to Janshin-sama or fuck you senseless right on the floor! Or both! Fuck yeah babe!"

'I was thinking about the same thing, minus the part with the Pagan God', Sasuke thought sardonically as the maniacal aroused nitwit swing his scythe in continues erratic blows, hoping to land a blown home, but Sakura`s steps were precise, calculated avoiding all the blows as she danced around him like million cherry blossom petals whirling in the wind, successfully whacking him in the shoulder and one peculiar move like an air palm hit one of his ribs, making him step backwards stumbling and holding his side, hissing in pain. "BAHAHAHAHAHA- FUCKING DO THAT AGAIN! I SWEAR IM GOING TO KEEP YA`!"

"Not even in your most disgusting dreams, pig!" She shrieked right back to him as, instantaneously her atmosphere changed completely from one playful and with a penchant for danger, to a serious, lethal and dark aura that peeled off in pulsing vibrations successfully making two of Hidan`s friends that jumped in to assist, teetering backward and gulping as they reconsidered.

"Sai, Konan-chan, step aside now!" She bad sternly, darkly with so much mal in her tune that Sasuke actually cursed the fact that he was engaged in his own battle that he couldn't see her. "Stay away from this!"

But he felt it on his skin, the obvious bloodthirsty zeal, the lust for fresh meat like a hungry lioness girding her prey.

A splendid specimen, raw, exuding sheer power and entombing nature`s most primal beauty, so simple, yet so strong and absolute; but devastating.

The two wordlessly tossed their opponents on the floor like rag dolls, dusting off their clothes for effect because no flyspeck of dust stained they're perfect ironed, luxury branded clothes; both seemingly enjoying themselves, using a cheap gang fight as divertissement.

Sakura on the other had fought with an unbridled zeal that Sasuke never saw in anyone before; not even in himself.

She smiled in a way so crooked, so sinister, so absolute and yet painfully angelic, alluring and deceiving all the while performing martial arts moves that stunned the audience.

Of course, it wasn't enough to impress him, but she came pretty close to what he deemed as a; a badass female who definitely held her ground.

"I`ll teach ya` lowlife tugs to ever mess up with a lady!" She climbed like a nightingale while performing a flawless, fluid and rapid roundhouse kick, landing two spectacular, circular and fluent blows on two of her opponents, who encircle her like wolves chasing a lamb wanting to find an opening.

Landing on her two feet like a cat-woman with veritable predatory, feline and primary instincts, —typical for a Mafia Leader`s beloved daughter— she delivered a hard blow with her tight small punch on her opponent`s liver, knocking the wind out of his system as the male stumbled three steps backwards now howling as he rolled on the floor, writhing in pain; not only she knew how to fight, but she also knew where exactly to land a blow, how to accurately aim and fire a gun. "AUCH!"

'She is not a girl to mess out with', pure adrenaline and quintessential raw instinct kindled in Sasuke as he casually delivered a high kick back with his heel perfectly on one of those scum`s chins hearing the unmistakable deep sound of bone cracking, then smoothly as a knife cutting butter, he stepped on his right heel, revving on it in a backpacking pirouette speeding on his ground foot and delivered a roundhouse kick that one person did not miss it, except for his furious opponents; Sai.

Konan stood pensively glancing at Sakura as she yawned looking at her wristwatch and knowing they were late and the Boss with throw a tantrum -or a corny, humorless bad pun- but Sai decided to check on the disheveled homeless junkie, friends with the dog looking boy who scurried like a rat out of the shop -stealing some goods in the process.

'He`s good;, he inwardly decided not wanting to make a fool of himself and smugly downplay the man.

He looked like a real mess, with looks unkempt, cheap and tattered, seemingly skinny as only his impressive height made him stand out from the shadows, but he definitely moved like the limbs of the night.

Definitely, not just an amateurish street-fighter accustomed to being trapped into such jives, this man`s speed was astounding even for Sai.

To be more precise it was far superior to his own, and Sai was one of the best fighters that Haruno had.

It was probably one of the main reasons why he still allowed him to date his daughter -because he was a skilled, professional killer.

His martial arts were top notch, polished, honed in years of training in the roughest conditions and he had talent.

But this raven haired man... something about him ticked Sai off and he couldn't wrap his mind around what intuition alerted him off.

Maybe it was because he wasn't revealing his face or his eyes -the portals to his soul- maybe it was his enigmatic conniption, this aura of mystique surrounding him or the element of surprise, the enticing eternal charm of a dark horse...

Sai couldn't wrap his mind around it, but he lightly scowled nonetheless, actually having a reaction ever since they came into Konoha.

He just saw him flippantly sidestep as three adversaries, all obviously sturdier, able-bodied, muscled and menacing looking with ferocious appearance, armed with custom made weapons to kill brutally, blades, knives, combat boots and heavy chains and large, metallic rings bedecking their thick digits now wrapped into fists.

And just as leisurely, like he was moving in another space or another dimension... he revved lurching onwards slightly dropping his stance with his hands swirling around of him to gain momentum and amplitude and perform a high kick from the jump that even made Sai`s fine eyebrows quirk up in surprise.

It was quite spectacular seeing as he whirled in the air with his hands folded upon his chest, his body literarily twirling in the air at an astounding speed -considering the small steps he took and the limited space he had at his disposal for such a stunt- and then split his legs spreading them wide in an aerial lateral split, kicking the chests of the adversaries in his left and right with his feet on their solar plexus; they flew backwards like colliding with a speeding truck, falling ungracefully on the shelves, rolling and scattering the goods all over the floor, howling in obvious pain. "AHH!"

Then, even before he landed like a black muscular puma swiftly and soundlessly on the floor -with a spine-tingling agility and flexibility and grace that far surpassed the reflexes of a junkie or homeless closet alcoholic- he delivered a frontal heavy blow pummeling the face of the moron who aimed to whack him in the head with a baseball bat encrusted with sharp iron spikes that would have definitely turned his head into a sieve.

'Hmm, how interesting', he thought nearly smirking to himself as the three flown comically like in an action movie about martial arts, his clothes fluttering as they molded over his body.

And definitely, Sai noted two things; this man was definitely far stronger than he looked at the muscles in his arms bulked and protruded through the fabric of his cheap clothes, especially around his strong shapely bicep.

And secondly, he was no ordinary idiot littering the Sharingan. 'Definitely, have to report this to the Boss', he already decided but then realized that he didn't know the name of it.

"What are you looking at so enthralled Sai?" Konan asked monotonously but intrigued at his absorbed attitude now she too glancing at the mess around; amethyst orbs fell on Sasuke who stood amidst a group of eight falling people all liming and moaning in pain, blood smearing their bruised faces, holding various parts of their bodies, all incapacitated and unable to fight him back.

While his graceful nonchalance was stupendous; hands in his pockets, he wasn't even gasping for air.

He basically took down eight of the fuckers that made Sakura look like being chased by lions —still enjoying herself like a carousel ride beating them to a bloody pulp— without breaking a sweat.

"Who is this man?" She inquired as Sai shrugged now tucking the collar of one random turd he just took down, bring him in eye level as his phantom olive orbs burned into his skull; the man tried to glare back but gulped as blood emerged from his split lower lip and nose.

"Who is he?" It was superfluous to ask about a name since everyone knew the lone man with the hoodie still dragged to shroud his handsome, dangerous face.

"His name," Sai demanded with the same stoic, unflappable attitude as it was eerie and void of any emotion whatsoever; a trivia that pissed Sakura off about Sai because he was his total opposite —volcanic, mirthful and energetic.

The man only gulped again, smirking albeit he nearly passed off and spit Sai in the face leaving stains of blood smearing the pale lackluster veneering of his ghostly mien.

"Fuck... you." He only sputtered before Sai simply, still keeping his black elegant black leather gloves on his slim hands, punched him square to the jaw and sent him flying on a shelf with magazines falling backward with his legs dangling in the air.

"Incorrect answer." He briskly closed in before the fallen man now littered in cuts and glass protruding from the open bleeding wounds and, tucking on his collar he brought his limp form in eye level, placed his revolver on his temple and asked again carefully, slowly, flatly in a way so eerie that sent shivers of pure panic and fear brimming along his spine. "I will ask again; what is his name?"

"U-Uchiha…" The man spat blood as it sprayed straight on Sai`s new, ironed custom-made designers suit. "Sasuke Uchiha…"

"Hm… Interesting name indeed; very… exotic I could say. Especially the surname," Tossing the man aside like noting and dusting off his neat ironed suit, Sai rubbed his chin thinking hard as he quickly skimmed through the shelves of his memory.

"I am pretty positive that I`ve heard the name Uchiha before... in association to Konoha if I`m not mistaken."

"Uchiha Fugaku was the Chief of Konoha`s Police Force," Konan casually spoke as she too glanced at the insane karate moves of this homeless rave haired male, and, albeit she won`t ever break her porcelain doll facade, she too took him in with cautious.

"before he has been killed in that gore massacre but... seems like whoever did this left behind one survivor; who stupidly ended up in the Sharingan."

If this man ended up as a gangster, he would be an inestimable asset in Harmon's circle.

"The Uchiha clan`s sole heir?" Something frothed in Sai`s chest in some sort of acid frisky feeling which he recognized —shockingly— as being competition.

Which was stupid as hell, considering that the Uchiha Clan was extinct and the sole heir didn't give up to... any reputation; he was a homeless friend with the most notorious junkies in a trashy neighborhood, part of the delinquents.

Rumors spread that lawyers and shark loans tricked him and deprived him of all his rightful inheritance and, judging from the way he looked like and the fact that he kept a low profile, probably he was poor as a street rat too.

Then why was he feeling like—

Three people —him, Konan and Sakura— froze momentarily in all sorts of comical positions as Sasuke decided to... put on a show before dashing out of the shop; he went with style knowing exactly what he was doing.

Seeing Sai`s reaction with the corner of his hawk eye in the reflection of the window on his right side, he leaped on his side over a small shelf with natural juices easily like he had no bones in his lithe frame, easily avoiding a pretty clumsy, slow -much slower than his speed and reflexes- low roundhouse kick from one of his opponents.

Hands swinging on his sides momentarily to gain momentum and balance, he flexed the muscles of his sculpted legs conveniently shrouded by the trashy rags he wore, straightened his long arms above his head as if he wished to dive into the water, head first, and jumped like a black panther on one of the high shelves filled with instant noodles and cans like an top athlete, balancing on his palms in a veritable parallel bars hands support; his lissome body aligned at a perfect 90 degrees angle, now having everyone in his rang and field of view.

"Hn." He only smirked, growing low on his throat as he was closest to Sakura, momentarily -just one surreptitious glance hurtled in her direction, knowing, calculated, planned from the beginning- before he huddled his toned legs into his chest and spread them wide, kicking two opponents attacking from his left and right, catching them while they were already set in motion to attack him; but he was faster than the speed of the sound.

"Amateurs." And he included the three newcomers into the town as well, publicly downplaying and mocking them like he wasn't afraid or impressed about their earlier performance.

All of that happened in less than five seconds, as not even his adversaries had the time to stop themselves from launching at the Uchiha; he was always too fast, too amazingly good, out of their league, too much of ... everything!

Still supporting himself in that acrobatic, incredibly bodily challenging -insane- gymnastic position -obviously betraying hard planes of muscles, sculpted pyramids simmering with raw strength and long practice- he had enough strength in that position to kick their chest sand sent Hidan`s followers ricocheting backwards, stumbling on their feet and hitting all sorts of products now scattered around the floor and pouring on their skulls.

'What. The. actual. Fuck?!'

Then, just as easily, amazingly smooth with a fluidity that even challenged professional athletes, like he was maid of air and shadows, defying gravity laws, Sasuke swirled his hips, pushed on his dominant left hand and, in one swift motion, he turned about while his still split legs that he kept straight and lean, whirled like a windmill, swiveling as he supported himself in only his palms, on the shelf; hitting his last two remaining rivals who had their jaw dropped in absolute stupefaction forgetting the dangerous, lethal weapons teetering on their hands.

Kicking them in their skulls like a wheel with his heels in descendent, staccato blows, then rapidly, just as swiftly and elegantly like a cat, he huddled his legs to his chest, now perching on the shelf and tilt his head on the side; smirking albeit he looked like a disheveled black raven with his feats entirely covered by his clothes and hair and no one could depict his face.

"Never... EVER disrespect a girl by showing your disgusting assets in front of her in my presence, you bloody deviant masochistic son of a bitch."

He growled low, so low that momentarily Sakura felt an electric jolt jar along her spine, a reaction that nothing and no one, absolutely no one in the world has been ever capable to arouse in her, feeling her breath hitch midway her lungs.

Staring at him in absolute stupefaction, definitely not expecting to see such a disheveled man being so... spectacular!

Spicy and mysterious. His enigma, this mystique attitude, occult, danger with the urban decadence, the nonchalance in his messy appearance, the obvious virility, the strength, the out of the world martial arts moves... wow, just wow!

'Who the hell is this guy?'

"—W-What the fuck are you—" Before Hidan even had the chance to babble now acting like Sasuke has not just insulted him and beat his friends to a bloody pulp now intervening in his fight with the hot chick -the masochist was enjoying himself sparring and getting whacked by this fetching feisty girl- Uchiha leaped from he counter -which was pretty high- easily, in one swift motion as he performed a descendent high kick with his right leg straight atop Hidan`s skull, landing perfectly on the ground with his left leg, not even flinching or losing balance.

In the process, he avoided a clumsy, disheveled and completely moronic and slow, unfocused and erratic swing of his infamous scythe as it sliced through the air like a leather whip; perfectly knowing when to strike as Hidan remained completely exposed, vulnerable and in a position that allowed him no successful block for Uchiha`s counterattack.

"—demonstrating it to you since you are too much of a moron to remember it." Then, just as nonchalantly, he swiveled on his right heel and, with a final roundhouse kick that was child`s play to him , high, beautiful as a cartwheel sent Hidan flying atop the cash register, both falling down with a high thud, creating a mess as the man now rolled under the counter, tangled in electric cables and having coffee poured all over him -boiling and steamy- as the cashier left in a hurry, cursing like there was no tomorrow

. "Now Hidan... know your place." He casually stated while Konan, Sai, and Sakura -as well as the ones still remaining on their feet or trying to get up and help their fallen leader- asked themselves the same thing.

How in the world is he NOT gasping for air?!

"Who the fuck are you?! Hulk? A shitty Marvel superhero?" Sakura actually started to twitter, energetically questioning him while cracking her neck trying to peep at his face, to no avail; he was ridiculously tall as well.

"Whoa! What`s with the ninja moves dude?" he didn't even turn to her to acknowledge her, only tantalized a intrigued her mind with his proximity: Konan was the only one noticing that Sakura didn't smack him for entering her personal bubble —he was basically so close that their shoulders nearly touched.

"Oi, are you rudely ignoring me after -ehm- defending my dignity?" She started to laugh while the pejorative assure Sasuke that this angel was not that pure in reality.

'Duh, of course!'

His closeness drove her absolutely insane! Something about this man felt electric, like molting electric fire, electricity and flames coming in one new element that was only particular to him and him only and it was spine-tingling!

She absolutely savored every second as she simply stared at his profile, trying to see right through his pile of stupid clothes.

Oh— how terribly she yearned to back him up against the counter and strip him of all the clothes, barren and see those obvious probably mouthwatering muscles that were capable of producing such damage —she nearly gasped as she saw that he impaled ten of those rather strong, sturdy morons without breaking a single sweat!

Wait... why wasn't she doing just that?! He could feel it, smell in her atmosphere what she had in mind and when her fists tucked on the front of his blouse backing him up against the shelf as the food around dropped and scattered around their feet, pressing herself against him like ready to pummel his face -of course not making a fool of herself trying to lift him up from the ground- he smirked under his breath; foreseeing it and planning it to happen.

He was having her whirled around his pinky finger; because it was a reaction he wanted out of her, no matter what type of. And if it was insanity and sexual carnal desire, then even better!

Of course, Sasuke didn't like to flirt with random women, but something about this girl intrigued and stirred him; Maybe her feisty, unabashed unwound attitude, blunt and rough like a diamond not afraid to shine as it was in his most primordial form felt captivating, unique and refreshing; standing out from the rest.

"Don't you even dare to ever ignore me, prick!" She hissed in his face as her breath literarily fanned over his lips.

Her body, feisty, young and fresh, overflowing with a solar energy similar to Naruto`s, warm, tender, curvaceous and feminine, but athletic and toned at the same time smashed against his own, their hips and chest touching in all the right angles; she pushed onwards, but his self-discipline was even more astounding than his fighting street.

No man that she had in this position remained absolutely unruffled. And not because Sakura was a slut going around and fooling with men, but because she liked to tease them before she killed them, making a valid point. "Speak for the love of—"

"—hn" his annoying now earmark reply came as he dropped his angular chin briefly —since he didn't even lowered it presumptuously to acknowledge her, only his obsidian irises burned into her emerald vivid ones— his fine lips almost brushing over her own.

Heart leaped in her chest in pure ecstatic adrenaline as he nearly kissed her, accidentally or purposely, before the easily blocked her left hand with a hold of his own around her upper arm, praying her hands off the cotton material of his clothes, pivoted on his legs as they both whirled acrobatically, fast like in a mad, sensually erotic tango, the moment poetic and picturesque and captivating.

Then he let go as he turned to the exit, passing a frozen Konan and a confused Sai in the process, neither doing anything to stop him from advancing.

Sakura who found herself facing on the opposite direction as Sasuke led her expertly, feeling her innards turn like in a mad horror carousel ride, fine combed a hand though her messy roseate locks and shook her head in disbelief.

"What the fuc— oi! What the— wait! ASSHOLE! Why won't you come back here and face me like a real man?"

He tittered at her assumption and Sakura swore it was the most poetic, seductive and completely dreary erotic manly voice she has ever heart; it was smooth as creamy butter and dark as mint chocolate and molted her insides. She got hot, incredibly hot by this man and he barely touched her or acknowledged her;

He didn't even try to lure, captivate or tempt her, and yet something about her stirred something primal in Sakura, the instinct to possess him, to dominate and tame this man, to feel his fire melt under her fingertips to have him ripple in all his muscular, beautifully sculpted tall form beneath her, to arch against him, to feel him as he was dangerous, implacable and fast moving inside of her; she wanted to fuck him so terribly senseless, to lose her breaths into the flames of his obviously frothing passion that it physically ached.

And Konan, her best friend, the one who knew that Sakura felt nothing for Sai than disgust and annoyance, saw the change in her. Attraction.

It was so palpable, so tangible as it took the form of his retracting shadow as it spanned until it symbolically united with here that stretched across the floor, that she could touch it if she outstretched her hand.

Uh-oh... Konan didn't know exactly who that man was or what his plan was, but her intuition alerted her that he was a danger.

"WHY— HUH—?!"

"—because you failed to say please." Which meant please, step aside as Sakura Haruno won't ever plead or beg anyone for anything she had everything with a mere snap of her fingers and the was Sasuke's tactic.

Prove it to her that he was something out of her reach, let her desire him, get addicted and rot in the frustration of not being able to have him.

Let her scorch for him, ache for him, melt for him, get wet and ready for him, crave for him like she never yearned for anything so ardently in her entire life.

Then giving her morsels and bits until he had her at his mercy.

His voice— oh God his voice! Dumbfounded, frozen and absolutely blown-away as she gasped and leered at his retracting form like gazing at a traipsing wraith, she chanted it onto her mind over and over again, feeling jitters all over her spine. That voice didn't belong to a beggar or a homeless person, no no no!

It was by far, the most fucking erotic, sexy, sensual and masculine perfect pitched voice that Sakura has ever heard in her own life and just by reminiscing boat it, fantasies, dark in exotic started to overflow the front of her mind.

Momentarily forgetting where she was and who was accompanying her. "Just so you know," He murmured from the doorway as he lingered keeping his left hand between the two sliding doors only slightly turning around so as she would feel those orbs —hues that simmered like two black suns, shrouded by his hair, eyes she could not see but felt- smirking slyly from the corner of his lips. "that I am not impressed."

'Yet.' The unspoken word burned between them, resonating so loud, so clear, so challenging, so mocking so… erotic.

'My game has already started... Haruno Sakura-hime-sama.'

Keep going...

Because no living sane person without suicidal thoughts EVER turned down, ignored or defied Queen Sakura like that!

And yet he...

With that presumption remark, he strolled casually outside not dashing like all the others before he did -scurrying like rats afraid of this new gang- leaving three dangerous people inside tilting they're heads and having very different inner thoughts about this peculiar character.

"Pff— what the hell was that? What a major show off! That stupid shitty bastard!" Sakura now placed a hand down her hip leaning on her right leg as she runs a smooth hand through her strawberry-blonde locks that took the tinge of cherry blossoms in the light, a virgin shade antagonist to her character. "Who the fuck does that oaf think he is?! Does he want a bullet in his ass?"

"I don't think he is afraid of you Sakura," Konan remarked with no emotion in her voice but Sakura was already accustomed of being surrounded by faces and figures made of paper everything about her was just ornamentation, a bauble that her Daddy deemed as treasure.

In reality, Sakura missed spontaneity, flamboyance, danger and intuition in her life —zeal, adrenaline and the penchant for seeing on the fast line.

Thinks she couldn't do with such stupidly perfect, meticulous, obedient people afraid of her Daddy and only wanting to get into his good grace; Konan was a good friend, but she was dead inside and Sai was just a... distraction.

Someone good enough to chase away annoyingly clingy, desperate and drooling pretenders for the chair of the Mafia an less zealous to marry her.

She felt like a trophy, a cargo that came along with power and fame and frankly Sakura hated.

Always wanting to get out of her father's shadow, she wished to accomplish something on her own.

And thus she needed people who were not afraid to feel alive, to break the stereotypes and the rules, no matter who made them.

People like Uchiha Sasuke...

"I bet ya` he isn`t now, is he?" She actually liked this type of girl; a jarring sensation hat Sakura who now had her hand on her hip felt brimming along her spine, smirking behind Sasuke`s back, as he casually trolled outside.

"Let`s go. Daddy`s waiting for us for dinner."

"What about this mess?"

"...we are not service cleaners." She rolled her orbs at Sai`s idiotic comment —everything this idiot did drove her insane in the bad kind of way- now passing Hidan by who was still moaning in absolute pain holding his injured sides, cursing obscenities as his friend huddled to push against the sliding doors, fighting of who to get the hell out of there first. "Uchiha Sasuke you said huh? My my— maybe we will meet again tonight."

"He didn't strike as a party person."

"Of course he didn`t but... he is not the type to back away from a challenge." And Sakura was definitely a challenge for anyone whose blood frothed like Uchiha`s.

Because as much as Sasuke flaunted his skills for piercing through minds like a honed blade through butter, she too depicted his personality with accuracy.

Getting back to the luxurious limo waiting for them on the front street, Sakura couldn't help but notice that this man had the ability to thrill her as well as staying in the shadows; because she saw no trace of him, nothing to guide her.

A raven searching for his firmament can never be free from its spirits until he doesn't learn to free his own mind first.

'I can't wait until we meet again Sasuke-kun.'

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Suigetsu to Neji missed the whole spectacle with Sakura`s sumptuous, flamboyant grand entrance, but they found themselves something else to keep them entertained.

Now currently comically eavesdropping careening against a decrepit people right outside of a garage, they tried to peep inside at the clamor.

"Dude," Suigetsu puffed his cigar to annoy Neji who didn't touch such poison. "half of these people are on the ATF list. I can arrest them now without a warrant." He felt too lazy to do it simply speculating. That place was the like an orphanage for criminals.

"Get over yourself Hozuki," Neji exhaled heavily racking a hand through his hair nervously annoyed by the vibe of that place and by constantly having someone breathing on his nape.

"We are not here for petty business. We're here to keep a hawk eye on Danzo`s suspicious moves, track Haruno`s lapdogs and watch Uchihas back." Suigetsu snorted at how constipated and edgy his once sateen voice resonated along the eerie alleys.

"I`m fine with the others, but... dude... watch Sasuke`s back? Seriously? Since when does he need someone to babysit him? The mommy role fits Tsunade-sama and not you. Are you aiming to take her place?" They all knew it was the truth and Neji never kept his intentions occult.

"Shut up."

"You know I'm right so why denying it?" He said watching prostitution and someone selling drugs for money casually like it wasn't any big deal.

"Look at that dude, must be some good shit that ya won't find anywhere in the city." Neji brushed off the comment since Hozuki`s specialty was drug trafficking. He knew all the drugs by heart and could even tell them by simply smelling them.

"Tsunade plans to retire in ten years from now buddy," he explained. "Jirayia has a better chance than you and besides... you didn't get a pussy yet. You`re not fit for the task."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Neji looked at him curiously but affronted nonetheless. "I am the most capable one to take her place."

"Nah," he clucked on this tongue head shaking as his index digit shook lecturing him. "you are too rightful for the task. Someone to take her place must be someone who doesn't hesitate in staining her hands with blood but you my buddy," he tapped his back with seemingly sympathy in his now mocking tone.

"don't have enough darkness in you to fit for that job. You don't know how they think, you don't smell them..." he pointed around as both took another glimpse to the rushed people passing them by. "you don't blend with them, you don't understand them."

"Then who does? Tsunade-sama? Jirayia-sama?" Both of them previously coming from organized criminal organizations betraying and becoming FBI agents recruits. "Because they have been to the other side of the law? Kami Suigetsu..."

"No, not them. They are still pansies when it comes to stuff like this, I meant him." Neji watched as Suigetsu stepped on his cigar after taking one last drag, glancing skywards as alone spiral of smoke loomed above his head soaring to the sky as he murmured. "Sasuke."

"Sasuke to… take Tsunade-sama`s place? Get serious Suigetsu, none in the million years." He started to traipse now more nervously, shaking by the implication of Suigetsu`s words, but he knew better than to let jealousy and futile competition consummate him. When it came to darkness, unlike Tsunade and Jirayia... Sasuke did not get emotionally attached to it.

For Uchiha... this place was no paradise where he could escape, his mind firmly remained unconnected, uncorrupted, pure... on the other side of the law.

"Are you guys getting paid to play the idiots undercover part-time or is part of your disguise? Because you totally suck at the task."

Neji felt his heart leap into his throat as Uchiha freakin` Sasuke inconspicuously sneaked behind them casually leaning against the wall of bricks, hands stuffed into his pockets and a cigar playing in the corner of his lips; glancing at the morons before him tiring to fit in.

Some people just don't know when to keep going...

"Ah— what the fuck man, you scared the shit outta` us!" Suigetsu growled low to the Uchiha now as his attention was split between the questionable gestures of the ATF agents and this friend of his with his inconsistent, erratic conniption. "What are you doing here?"

Taking a long drag from his cigar as he puckered his thin lips, dipping his head down to blow a trail of spiral smoke into the air, whirling like lackluster circles, catching some interesting in the corner of his obsidian orbs; those Danzo lapdogs were closely supervised by someone who probably pulled the string, now patiently keeping a hawk eye on them from a black SUV parked two streets away, on a parallel alley. "What… are you questioning me now? Do I need your approval to get here? I live here Einstein, remember?"

"...he told us that we absolutely have to deliver the shipment in absolute silence before— oh shit! We have company bro."

As Sasuke merely flickered his obsidian orbs towards the pack of five humongous, able-bodied and unfamiliar people just getting around the corner nearly bumping into Neji and Suigetsu, the aforementioned best friends of his nearly got scared out of their minds.

One would say that they weren't good or professional FBI agents reviewing their erratic behavior so far, but this wasn't the truth.

In reality, they were too good in their respective areas, but Sharingan was something entirely different.

It required skills that no prior training would grant; one had to actually live her to understand its rhythm, the peculiar music

Or vehemently search for what he had to offer -like Sasuke involuntarily did- as it would naturally pulled one towards the place he belonged.

"What the fuck..." Neji pivoted on his leg to come face to face to their apparent leader with a menacing appearance, who was at last one head taller than the Hyuga, of the same muscled physique, but with a rebel, a wild and terrible glint in his dark eyes.

They probably didn't have good timing to stumble on this gang as the man lowered his phone, interrupting his phone call shut, handing it to one of his companions as it glared at the pale-eyed male before him, mapping him from head to toe and growling lowly, venomously without any sort of tact. "Fuck off loser!"

Meaning that Neji shall step aside and leave the gang to pass them by but of course the Hyuga didn't like to be bossed around; so he simply stared at the man like he was single, crossed his hands upon his chest in a manly street gesture to signalize that he was definitely not impressed or intimidated and remained silent.

Nut defying someone in here was similar to a war declaration, thus he found himself pushed roughly as he stumbled one step boards by this strong, dangerous gangster as he nearly shouted with a look in his eyes so terribly that he was probably capable of anything.

"I said MOVE the fuck out of my way are you deaf?!"

"Oi man c`mon, we have to get there in time. We ain`t have time for this type of shit." He pointed to Suigetsu and Neji as Sasuke cleverly, cautiously stepped into the shadows as they became his best ally in times like this; where he wanted to observe and not intervene.

As much as he would to step in and defend his friends, their mission would be jeopardized if anyone would find out that they already knew each other and were allies. "Not until I break the noses of these motherfucking assholes, get them!"

"Man... this is not my ideal type of ending a day..." Suigetsu moaned as a punch whirled in his direction coming from his side, but he hastily sidestepped and caught the arm that followed the punch as one of those idiots stumbled on his feet losing balance; Suigetsu simply coiled his hand around his bicep, whirled him twice to make the man lose his balance and then let him go as he did a pirouette and stumbled on one of the dumpsters, hitting his face on the metallic carcass then fell down on his butt.

"You don't say?" A deep scowl etched Neji`s handsome visage as he subtly glanced to the pensive Uchiha -still peeping from the sidelines- understanding that he won't be interfering anytime soon -understanding that it was imperative for them to appear as strangers and not best friends and FBI comrades.

"Newbies shall stay the fuck away off our business—"

"—Aish seriously, you people are quite unfriendly in this area, aren`t you? It makes me feel blue and grumpy..."

Suigetsu tittered as he faked being hurt starting to enjoy slicing things in these places; now he could have all the fun and action he missed, beat the shit out of idiots without shit loads of paperwork on his name and a good lecture from Tsunade-baa-chan; tossing punches as the content of his heart was his all-time favorite job.

Expertly taking a blow on his ribs without even flinching as his sculpted body was being shrouded underneath those baggy clothes -an outfit reminiscent to Sasuke's- he delivered a simple roundhouse kick on the sternum of his attacker, then quickly pivoted on his ground leg to deliver a similar descending high kick to another one who tried to surprise him by leaping from behind with a combat knife in his hand -which Suigetsu recognized as being peculiar to the ones who dealt drugs.

"Gotcha!" he chimed with his sinister dirge crooked side smirk, pinpointing with his fingers resembling two water guns on his temple before whacking him being the nape, successfully impaling two attackers effortlessly.

Neji seemed to be having one hell of a time with their leaders who now dropped his phone to fight the Hyuga both entrapped in what would look like a boxing match, street style, both encircling and dance around each other, throwing punches that landed in their forearms, shoulders or blocks. "Hm? What`s that—"

Before he had the chance to finish his mumbling, Suigetsu noted that a shadow spanned above his head looming over him, quickly revving on his heel whirling his head backwards, not in time to avoid a lethal blow on his head delivered by someone taller, bulkier than him, with a metallic pipe raised above his head. "—Oh shit!"

Instinctively he raised his hands up in a disheveled desperate reflex to protect his head only... the blow never came as it has been followed by a thud, a muffled short scream before the body has been tossed on the side.

"Huh?" Suigetsu`s orbs widened ever so slightly confused at whatever happened in the span of a nanosecond, before realizing that he was staring right into the onyx eyes of Uchiha Sasuke, who clicked on his tongue in exasperation, racked a hand through this disheveled raven mane and twitched the end of his thin lips.

"Tsk... pay attention will you? You two make a fool of yourselves, damn morons... this is not the child's` playground, buddy."

He hissed low on his chest, but heartedly coating it in a candid advice, subtly letting Suigetsu now that he was not half the royal douchebag of a friend that everyone made him be and he had their backs if things went out of hand.

He knew this gang. They were among the top-notch drug dealers in the Sharingan with tight connections in Sunagakure and the Hidden Mist, thus not the ones to be taken lightly or belittled. "Thanks man."

Suigetsu murmured appreciatively just as lightly so as no one would notice quickly looking -and nearly gasping- at how fast Sasuke was when he smacked the man`s skull, sent him whirling in the air and landing ungracefully on the ground unconscious saving his friend`s life and subtly snatch the dropped phone to skim through the agenda and depict who the call was meant to -of course, the person on the other side of the line quickly hung up hearing the clamor and they were using a pre-pay but it didn't matter.

The FBI was resourceful enough to locate the phone call and the interlocutor. "Take this to Tsunade-Baa-Chan tomorrow morning,"

Sasuke instructed as he looked at how Neji finally succeeded in beating his adversary to a bloody pulp by delivering an expert, low, fast and hard punch on the liver sending him crouching on the hard cement, coughing and gasping for air, gripping on his tummy as the blow knocked the wind out of his lungs. "it might be a useful clue to realize who is the pipeline for this drugs cartel in the Sharingan and Konoha—"

"—Oi! Minna!" Oh for the love of all that`s holy— hecouldn't have had any better timing, Sasuke inwardly cringed now pissed off to the maximum as he saw a blob of golden disarray short bristles flung in his field of view, followed by a very familiar pimp`s equally baffled figure.

"You guys are too flashy, `ttebayou! It`s not even midnight and the party has just begun! And no one invited us!" The blade idiot puckered his lips pouting comically with his kitsune features, as he quickly mapped his surroundings whistling low on his chest.

"Well damn..." Asuma took a long drag of his cigar now traipsing to the fallen drug dealers kicking on in his ribs without mercy as he saw the man groaning in pain, holding his sides with his hand clutched to his midsection, bent in an abnormal angle -as the one was probably cracked.

"what business do you have with this shitheads? Competition? Rivalry? Girls problems maybe? Hehe— you punks!" he teased now smirking from the corners of his lush lips looking at a grave Uchiha who resisted the urge to glare at the man for his innuendo.

"Not your fucking business. Don't you have whores to entertain Asuma?" He used his name purposely so that his friends -who looked out of a place like scared new high school transferred nerds to a classroom fool of bullies- would know who those people were.

"Oi, are you on crack or just stupid? Or both? Fuck of!" He glared at Naruto snarling at him as the blonde inconspicuously leaned over Uchiha`s shoulder, casually like they are best friends wrapping a hand around his shoulders, peeping at the phone in his hands -that he was just about to pass to Suigetsu.

"Man, why so grouchy today? So are you were calling a girl after all, huh? bastard bastard bastard... who`s the courageous lady who would stay with such a constipated prick? Do I know her? Is she pretty? Is she human—"

At this point, both Neji and Suigetsu stifled al more aught seeing this Naruto character for the first time, but the reaction he triggered from the now flaring up Uchiha was priceless and terribly amusing.

"—piss off dobe. Ain`t have time for your shit." He passed the phone casually to Suigetsu as the man took it like it belonged to him, making it look like he said his ass out of generosity.

"So now you play the hero with the newbies too, huh? Batman of the Sharingan... charity work is so sweet of you, Teme! You should be given a medal really! For community service! HAHAHA! Believe it!"

Then he turned to Suigetsu and Neji with a wide grin sprawled all over his boyish face as the two men couldn't help but smirk right back; something about his solar, flamboyant and totally rebels attitude was refreshing, soothing in ways they could not describe.

"He does this from time to time secretly because this royal brooding bastard doesn't want anyone to find out that he has a soft heart, aww! Isn`t he cute our dearest Sasuke-chan?"

Somebody remove this post from me before I break his limbs or his neck, Sasuke`s incessant glare all but said it all.

Naruto simply threw his ahead backwards and laughed like a hyena on helium at Sasuke's expression as Uchiha tried to ward him off, but the idiot won't let him go resulting in both stumbling backwards and nearly tripping on the falling idiot who still groaned in pain in the background.

"Well well— aren`t these people resourceful or what?" Asuma crouched and picked up a small plastic bag with a white powder inside of it, mapping it carefully with his hawk orbs, puffing from his cigar as the leader of the pack sent all sorts of weak, insults threatening him and demanding his bag back, but Asuma simple whacked him in the back of his knee as he tried to run away but failed to; stumbling in a ridiculous sequence of teetering steps before landing on his nose.

Seeing the content of the bag, Sasuke quickly, expertly ward Naruto off him -the blonde clung to him like an ivy- and strolled to Asuma, orbs narrowed to slits; he had an idea of what might be inside but something else caught his attention.

"Give me that shit," he clipped in a vulgar language that made Hyuga and Suigetsu frown and inwardly cringe; he completely adapted to lifestyle here, the best actor, acting like a gangster from a gang. "heroine," he gnashed his teeth together, maxillaries clenched painfully as he cursed low on his chest. "shit!"

Neji and Suigetsu abstained from their quests not wanting to let it show that they had a liaison to him. Naruto mumbled on a more serious note that felt so outré coming from him. "Teme—"

"—get the hell out of here!" Asuma let them go as they stumbled and blood spurt from their split lips, biases, tattered and limping. "heroin... has never been sold in the Sharingan before."

"What does that mean?" Asuma dragged his Cuban cigar dangling for his lip; leaning against the wall beside he looked to the idiots. "Never seen this dickheads before."

Sasuke clucked on his tongue, racking a hand through his hair; his messy appearance was disheartening. "That`s because they are not from this freaking place Einstein." They only kept a low profile.

"Outsiders?" Naruto was serious for the first time joining Sasuke's side both glancing around rather than the boys.

"A rival gang losing their way here?"
"Nah," Sasuke put on his sunglasses, discarding his own butt cigar stepping on it and putting on his helmet mounting on his bike. "it`s already begin."

His subtle reference pointed to Haruno as he was most likely already in town. Before he passed Hyuga and Hozuki not sparing them a glance he mumbled discreetly for their sensitive ears to perceive. "the crow returned to his sweet nest boys."

Naruto and Asuma tittered because that was how they insulted wannabes but Hozuki and Neji understood; the crow meaning Haruno Mafia boss, returned to the nest meaning he was already into the Sharingan and sweet meant he walked started selling drugs here and already making valuable connections and associates to use for transporting his drugs safely in and out of Konoha..

"He`s one fucked smartass..." Asuma said turning around patting Neji on his back friendly making him nearly stumble; he had to look weak otherwise he would have cracked that man's filly arm, scoffing. "whoever is his buddy," he pointed to Uchiha as he dabbed his thumb into his muscled chest. "is also my buddy."

Then he pointed to the golden haired grinning idiot who had a triumphant look sprawled across his goofy face.

"And we take good care of our brothers." then hollered as two whores joined his side wrapping their skinny hands around his shoulders as he smirked to them, kissed their cheeks with a luscious smooch of his plush lips and waved to them as he strolled on the opposite direction. "Welcome to Paradise boys!" He hollered crossing the street.

Immediately the two girls joined the two as Neji gasped then brushed the prostitutes off. "I don't want... fucking whores!"

Suigetsu tittered around encircling the girl's waist; a beautiful red haired woman who looked desperate enough to sleep with a new in town dude. "What the fuck are you laugh at you idiot?"

He smirked at him knowingly. "Dunno `bout ya buddy," he mimicked his earlier tone. "but I kind of start to like it in here." he then glanced at the woman giving him an appreciative once over, nodding and smirking from the corner of his lips singing to her in such an eerie, perverted manner. "What's your name babe?" He inquired as the woman scoffed.

The woman Karin detached from him punched him in the balls as he crouched cursing and spat. "I'm not that desperate for money... loser."

And walked off brushing her auburn locks over her shoulder and pushing her hips onwards traipsing with confidence and leaving Suigetsu gasping shocked leering at her voluptuous back.

This time Neji smirked tittering as none noticed that Sasuke has discreetly left their side with Naruto hot on his heels. "What the fuck are you laughing about moron?" He said as Hyuga strolled on the empty street taking the opposite direction.

"Dunno brother but… I think I start to like it in here. At least, women are strong and have a will of their own, enough to know their morals and turn likes like you down."

"Bah," Suigetsu snorted as they strolled to what looked like the most obscure, sinister, decrepit and questionable thong of blocks shadowing one another`s panorama and missing frames of the windows, ins search for 'shelter'.

"I can bet ya` three hundred bucks that you are going to find yourself a woman in here and live in this little Paradise of yours like two inseparable lovey-doves. I`m calling it now;" he designed the sky and a rainbow in the air like an original clown.

"the splendid imposing Hyuga Neji -heir of the almost royal Hyuga clan- falling desperately in love with a woman from ghettos or the slums of the society and have four kids without her."

"What are you stupid or high?" He hissed throwing inconspicuous furtive glances around. "what if someone heard your annoying rant?"

About his family name and thus his affiliation. "do not even joke about something so horrendous and unimaginable; it will never ever happen." Him falling in love with one of those harlots? As if! Not if the world was coming to a fucking end—"

---

"—oi you nitwit!" Someone clipped at him forlornly with a tinge of venom that made one`s toes curl in fear and a solid push on his right shoulder nearly made him teeter on his feet; now the comrades both came to an abrupt halt glancing at a petite shadow spanning at their feet. "are you blind or some shit got stuck into your alien eyes? Watch your fuckin` steps, loser!"

"I beg your pardon?" He couldn't help but stare passionately at the woman who barely reached his collarbone as she entered his personal bubble now dabbing the tip of her index finger between his pectorals, immediately a vein twitching at his right temple annoyance. "What a coarse language for a woman; you on the other hand barely fall into the aforementioned category."

Suigetsu cleverly skimmed into the sidelines, now observing terribly amused and barely stifling a chortle how an athletic young woman -probably no older than Hyuga himself- with fine but defined muscles girding her arms and shapely long legs, swathed in a gym attire similar to what the female boxers wear, a gym bag tossed aimlessly over her left shoulder dangling behind her back and a loose ponytail swishing between her sculpted slim shoulder blades, stomping to Neji who happened to bump into her as they passed around the corner.

Bristling, seething through gall her pores and spitting flames through her gnashing teeth as she berated him, cursing the hell out of him in ways that no one ever has dared.

"What?! Wha— are you retarded or mentally incapacitated? What`s with the choice of shitty words seriously..."

Now as she took a small step back to observe the idiot stumbling on his damn feet, Tenten mapped him unabashedly, nipping on her lower lip as a tease slithered from her thin lips.

"And that ridiculous ninja hairstyle from Feudal Japan? Are you gay? Ya` know, I`m giving you a piece of advice for free because I feel unusually generous with the nerds today. Don`t wear those clothes and that hairstyle in public. Here, it only means two things; you either look for a good beating or someone to fuck your ass hard."

This is where Suigetsu palmed his mouth forming a tent to cover his tittering, crouching down as the muscles in his abdomen twitched and throbbed painfully; bruising into a raucous contagious laughter seeing that stupefied, dumbfounded look on the almighty Hyuga Neji.

Normally, his interlocutor would have been spread on the ground, littered with bruises and his knuckles tattooed across his jaws, but this spunky creature was a girl. "Nani?"

Neji snarled incredulously at the bluntness and vernacular of this barbarian woman with the language of a gangster and the conniption of a baboon.

And not just a girl, but a babe. Quickly scanning here form flagrantly, Suigetsu couldn't help but appreciate God`s gift to this woman.

Even in her spur of feminism, having the general aura of a gangster girl capable of defeating men who were bulkier and stronger than her, fairly, she was unbelievably attractive.

Oho, interesting, Suigetsu now leaned flippantly against the wall behind, arms crossed over his chest as seeing how Neji Hyuga simply stood petrified in front of her rant, not reacting, having no emotion churning on his face, his sculpted shoulders stiffened and tense, but his overall atmosphere proud and presumptuous; only his milky orbs glanced northward to peep to this arrogant, vulgar creature still damning him to all the Hells and forth.

Simply staring my to this spitfire`s annoyance, but Neji knew humans character all too well and thus reads right through this girls deception.

Not reacting or responding to her provocative conniption, was similar to the worst sin that he could have done when stumbling upon such a creature.

Ignoring her and people from Sharingan had one trait in common, depicted by the genius Uchiha Sasuke.

The sought to be acknowledged, they wanted someone to notice, to care, to stop pretending like nothing happen or turn the other way when passing by.

And his attitude now, after volte-facing from completely taken aback by this girl`s boldness -beauty- appeared impenetrable and detached.

Everything happened in the depths of his mind and never mirrored on his standoffish face.

"Oi, are you deaf? I`m talking to you, damn it!" She nudged him again, having the audacity to touch him for the third time now he palms falling flat over his pectorals, only now noticing how incredibly sculpted, toned and deeply carved they were, under the facade of the cleverly oversized cheap clothes. "Huh?! The hell—"

She found herself dumbly exclaiming blubbing to herself as her hands remained perched on Neji`s chest, actually having a moment when her palms got warmer and something electric tingled over her spine, brimming along her legs down to discharge into her heels and toes; they curled into her sneakers for a reason unknown.

A light frown creased her porcelain face as she tried to comprehend the sudden sensation, her mouth going dry as she felt energy depleted.

"Will you be so kind to stop touching me so hungrily woman?" That voice... it was only when this annoyingly rude stranger talked to her as she glanced skyward to confront the eyes of this imbecile and... froze altogether.

The curse she had concocted especially from him remained suspended on her slightly gasping lips when she saw those eyes and the face where they were encrusted like two colorless diamonds.

"Are you possibly having problems understanding simple questions? I kindly advise you to remove your hands from my person, it is rude and disturbing."

He was beautiful, undeniably so wow- this stranger, whoever he might be -because she knew everyone from the Sharingan- was superb, unbelievably gorgeous looking and that was nowhere near giving him praise for his natural beauty.

"Nani?" She murmured weakly still trapped between flaring lust sewed into a dreamy state and sprinkled with increasing acrimony and annoyance at his calloused attitude.

Never in her life has she seen someone so exotic looking, with all the lunar features and those eyes, that hue of pure pearls sprinkled with violets in bloom, translucent of a light blue that seemed translucent and blending with the white of his orbs, making it seems like he didn't has an iris.

Nonetheless, they were breathtakingly beautiful, shimmering into the embrace of the faint moonlight`s rays, enhancing the pearly natural radiance, boring into her very soul.

An irresistible shiver smoothed along her lips and something stuck into the back of her throat as she refused to breath for a moment, not blinking as her chocolate orbs flew wide as plates; staring into his eyes like trapped into a mesmerizing carousel ride, hypnotic, nonchalant, avant-garde and exquisite.

This man had the baronial high, sharp and elegant cuts of an aristocrat, even if he wore simple clothes that subtly, smartly concealed his obviously muscled physique and that left her imagination reel and do pirouettes in pure glee and fascination.

Desire seeped in uncontrollable droplets pelting into the pits of her navel when she realized that instead of obeying her annoying rasped command, her fingertips pressed into the plush of his wide chest, feeling his muscles shamefully in the middle of the street.

Touching a stranger so rather intimately, sexually. "You can stop the lecherous drools anytime, my dear,"

Then there was his voice to complement the figure of an archangel. God, this man`s baritone sounded laced with pure organza silk as it vibrated like a Spanish bass guitar, low and masculine and determined, but also sensual, perfectly pitched and velvety smooth.

"and I reiterate since you struggle with basic understanding —stop. touching. my. persona."

To emphasize his point —what was wrong with this dumbfounded tomboyish moron— Neji enfolded his long lean digits around her slim wrists, mapping her with a glace that barely gave out anything vaguely noticing how strong they were, albeit skinny, soft and small in comparison.

Praying her hands off his body, he clicked on his tongue exasperated with his own bodily uncontrollable sensations.

Her palm overflown with strength, obviously from hours of laborious practice and training, but nonetheless warm, soft and small fitting into his own as he kept them trapped between his big calloused hands, keeping them there between their chests; like cherishing a small inestimable treasure with the joy and care of an enthralled child catching fireflies in a serene august night.

"Let— let me go you pupil less moronic freak!" As soon as the scorching hotness of his body stropped overflowing through her palms enhancing sensations of lust and desires that never shall thru inside her belly, Tenten seethed and bridled again with more fervor than before.

"How dare you touch me and bump into me like this! Let me go before I break your pretty neck—"

"—oh?" Mockingly with sheer sarcasm dripping from his now thin smile, he tilted his head on the side interjecting as he found it amusing how her cheeks puffed and blushed in pure rage at the insult.

"how`s so? You despise my behavior and yet you find me pretty now? Aren`t you one little bipolar thing? Hasn't your Mommy taught you not to be rude to adults, kid?"

He barely smothered a laugh when her mocha orbs simmered and frothed like two blazing volcanoes in pure unwound rage.

Shrugging him off and wiggling out of his grip, she stumbled shamefully two steps backwards when he purposely let her go at the same time when she hauled her hands from his grip, just to smirk triumphantly as her heel planted into a small, irregular aperture into the cement and propelled her backwards, landing straight on her butt, on a very compromising position. "Auch, what the fuck—"

She cursed under her beat as the impact send ripples of pain along the small of her back, her back landing beside her palms as they adhered to the abrasive surface, grazing her sensitive skin.

Her legs now lied spread wide open and the spandex shorts she wore only enhanced curves and feminine outlines that shall never be publicly exposed; especially before two young full-blooded males in the middle of a now empty back street. In Sharingan, nonetheless. "Stupid dipshit! I`ll get you for that and rip you a new on you demented asshole!"

He never saw it coming; Suigetsu actually scurried after a large dumpster refusing to be dragged between a 'lovers quarrel' as the woman shot onwards right form that laughable position and, curling her diners into a tight ball, she aimed for Neji`s smirking face, actually succeeding in landing a blow on his haw, a professional punch of an obvious boxer sending him shimmying three large steps backwards not being in time to avoid it; because he was far too stupefied of her conniption flaring to do anything.

"Oh man, that`s priceless!" Suigetsu couldn't help but erupt in a fit of obstreperous laughter collapsing onto the ground and unable to quench it; that was one of the best things he has ever seen and the spectacle was yet to unfold. "You have my respect girl! Fuck— that was awesome!"

The look on Neji`s face was lethal when he palmed the corners of his now tightly pressed lips with his fingertips, his shoulders crouched as he regained his balance. He felt blood soaking his plush fingertips as he brushed over his swelling jaw, not believing it that first time he gets into a brouhaha is with a girl and into some sort of gangsters. What kind of place this was?!

"You," He hissed low on his chest like a venomous cobra and actually Tenten momentarily stopped as she marched in his direction like a serial killer, intent obvious etched on her twisted in anger face; his threat was... "are going to regret that move, kid."

Albeit his last words were pejorative, his murderous tenue was anything but playful and now Tenten realized that she might have picked on the wrong person.

Because out of all the delinquents in the Sharingan —and God was they plentiful- this newbie was definitely among the top-notch ones. She realized that he acted so stiff and standoffish and socially retarded purposefully, but he wasn't anything effeminized.

On the contrary now as he straightened his spine, not even flinching as blood oozed from his split bruised lower lip —deliciously heart shaped kissable lip— and slowly traipsed towards her, she felt a nub chocking her, nuzzling into the back of her throat.

"I`ll make you swallow those daring punches and vulgar words." She held her ground like a true athlete, but Tenten was afraid of him; she had all the rights to because those lunar orbs, pearly and lilac were dangerous.

"Or... I`ll be making you swallow something painfully reminiscent to my punches and shoes you brute!" Tenten shouted in Neji`s face as he dared to stop two steps -very small- steps in front of an addled her, shadowing and towering her much smaller form with his impressive height and muscled body.

Unlike Uchiha who was taller but more lithe and slender, Neji was bulkier and wore fitted clothes, thus his physique was as delicious as it was intimidating, but Tenten never backed down in fear. "I warn you that I`ve just get out of arrest."

"Should that trivia impress me, hm? Where do you think that we are coming from? Disneyland? Wonderland?"

Neji taunted actually amusing himself as panic exuded from every pore of this spitfire creature. She can play though but he read her like an open book, silently admiring her headstrong personality.

Arms crisscrossed over his chest in pure defiance, he smirked down at her, darkly, maliciously and suggestively.

"One could say that prisons and Federal Courts are our second residence," He barely murmured now leaning onwards to whisper into Tenten's astounded face as he twisted his words, telling her half of the truth. He never completed his phrase with 'as convicts or criminals' because the words were so intimidating and self-explanatory.

"the most dangerous criminals wanted in every single nation and making the headlines on Interpol`s lists? That`s our entourage, darling."

And actually grinned at her in such a crooked way that something flashed dangerously into the depths of Tenten`s mocha orbs.

"Really now," She mocked as her voice slightly trembled as a token of how anxious she was, now crossing her arms too in some sort of defense manner or as shield between them.

"I don't believe ya`! Once in jail, someone like you will be the 'daddy`s little girl' to every convict." She wasn't showing it on her face, but his proximity was overwhelming.

The warmth radiant from his chiseled body, the bad boy attitude with a hint of royalty in it, the prowess in his astounding eyes, the sparkling intelligence and those distinctive earmark smart, sexy retorts distracted her as the woman in her responded; he was beyond hot. "Sucking cocks in jail isn`t exactly a trait that I look for in a dude."

"Does this mean that a tomboy like you, rude, infantile, short and illiterate actually does have suitors? That`s some miracle that I don`t see happening anytime soon, kid."

"Stop calling me a kid you— you Halloween looking alien freak! I`m not a kid, I`m a woman! And you refuse to acknowledge that a woman kicked your scrawny ass—"

"—you are not a woman per se you se, more like... a real bitch throwing a tantrum in the middle of the night. How rude. You have no manners thus wasting my goddamn time. Step aside, I`m not playing any games with you here."

"It's not bitching you weakling moron, it`s Tenten!" She shouted in his face now as she closed in, cheeks puffing and blushing in fury as something about her rage was exciting to Neji. "My name is Tenten and I am not one of your ordinary sluts for the nigh—"

"—I," He said low tucking the woman to him to whisper into her face. "do. not. give. a. flying. fuck," he actually swiveled on his heel and turned about leisurely strolling back to her, hissing in ways that not even Suigetsu imagined.

"about how would they name such a feeble creature. Hn, you're pathetic." He said in a similar fashion to how Uchiha would ward someone annoying off, with a little more tact than Sasuke and walked off hands in his pockets learn the girl looking onwards like he was still there. "Now move. Let's go you, spineless moron,"

He cocked his head to beckon his dying of laughter friend who immediately frowned at the insult; then started hollering again realizing that he played the match because of the pretty girl. "you `re blocking my way."

A pang in Suigetsu`s chest cam as an unexplainable tug on his heart. He felt sympathy for this girl, because she had it rough but she was strong, incredibly valiant, independent and not clinging to anyone, pleading for mercy.

She earned her living fair, she struggled and fought to be someone, to make a living; he respected her.

Somehow... Neji has been too closed with this woman unnecessarily. But he couldn't help it, she had this amazing prowess to drive him mad, and hardly had something feminine in her bones. "Your only way is to Hell and is free to anyone to cross, idiot!"

"I said move the fuck away— what the hell?! Neji literarily spelled now as his orbs widened glancing over Tenten`s shoulder as the top now glanced across the empty street where the park spanned and only two functional bulbs flickered, barely providing enough illumination.

The shadows were distinguishable but just as he glimmered once thinking that his eyes were deceiving him, something jumped from the bushes and startled all of them.

---

Now Neji has seen and experienced far worse than this but how in the name of Lord could he explain three circus clowns emerging from a dark alley of the park, dotted in peculiar colorful clothes, multicolored wigs perched atop their heads and veritable gothic horror makeup and... armed with chainsaws, laughing at them as they stopped in the middle of the intersection. Looking at them pointedly with the tools in their hands and started.

"Dude... I think I saw a thriller with those freaks starring in it." Suigetsu mumbled as he, stupidly, couldn't stop laughing.

But that didn't come as a shocker to Hyuga who knew that Suigetsu was possibly the most mentally deranged, derailed and eccentric, masochistic character in the entire FBI. "Uh-oh... shit! Not those loons..."

Tenten mumbled as somehow, all the acrimony and bad blood between them dissipated miraculously when a common enemy appeared.

Incredibly how one dangerous situation such as three clowns now dashed onwards with chainsaws in their hands, flailing them in their direction sufficed in uniting strangers and enemies. "Guys, I think that this is the moment when we all get the fuck out of here if we don't want to be chopped off by those idiots."

"Run— fucking run!" Neji urged as, unwittingly, spontaneously he tucked on Tenten`s hand as he evened their gingers together and, slapping Suigetsu on the back, the trio revved on their heels end literarily sprang in the opposite direction as those clowns were fast as Hell and right behind them approaching at a daunting rubberneck speed.

Laughing and talking like clowns in a gothic circus, now fueling the horror stories and phobias about clowns.

"Who the fuck are those nuts?!" Neji addressed to no one in particular just for the heck of it as adrenaline pumped through his vessels, now debating the same as Suigetsu.

Was it the best thing to run just to fit in and blend into the Sharingan, or stop dead their track, pull out their guns and fill them with bullets in self-defense?

No one would investigate it anyway if it happened in the Sharingan; any judge and a police officer would know that their lives were most probably in danger form the very first moment they stepped into the forbidden area of Konoha.

Tenten felt obliged to retort as she tucked on the strap of her sports bag, stupidly tightening her hold around Neji`s warm hand, throwing a furtive peep backwards as she nearly tripped on a rock.

"Shit— they are former Mental Hospital escapees that found shelter into our beloved hood," she gasped now as thy joggled even faster heading wherever Tenten dragged them since she got in the lead, smoothly maneuvering across the myriads of streets; shockingly that no one was traipsing on them.

"they lurk in the park near the small pond with dark swans and no one dares to approach carelessly at night, not even the most notorious druggies because they will slaughter anyone with the chainsaw or swords or any weapon that can slice heads from the body and limbs."

she explained casually as Neji and Suigetsu frowned now feeling a cold shiver course their spines.

"it's better not to cross paths with them but what I don't understand is why did they get out? They are still wanted by the police to be locked with the other demented people like… again!"

"How sweet to know, but how do we get rid of them?" Neji hissed now feeling a recent injury on his kneecap where he had a minor surgery sent pulsing pain though his leg but he refused to be seen limping.

"We hide, obviously!"

"Seriously?! Where`s your earlier bravado, kid?" Neji couldn't believe that they were being chased by demented clowns with a chainsaw and... Suigetsu was still dying laughing while running all the while attracting all the attention; he could see people peeping from their windows scowling at them or shouting at them to stop disturbing.

"Those people have things that cut limbs and heads and you ask me to fight them? Are you high or simply retarded?!"

"I could ask you the same thing, bitch! Get us into a hideout for God`s sake! You live here!" Because they were running down the alley now sinking further in toe 'Paradise' that the Sharingan was and so far, Neji felt like all his FBI sense were spiked.

Basically every single damn second he felt like someone was blowing on his nape like in a horror movie.

They tossed some dumpsters on the street as they rolled with the specific metallic sound, sprinkling all the waste across the street and...

Stray dogs, ten of them started to chase them, as well as those motherfuckers running at an impressive high speed, tittering maliciously their eyes rimmed of makeup gleaming with dementia.

"Why don't you lead us to the Motherboard, you greenhorn asshole!" She shouted right back at him whacking him in the shoulder while still holding his hand tight as they run like a married couple eloping to get married in secret, with Suigetsu being faster than both, running with his head tossed backwards and a hand around his midsection, tears in his eyes; he runs like those demented people escapees from the Mental Hospital, fueling Neji`s anger.

What the fuck was that idiot laughing about? There was nothing remotely amusing about that!

"My -gasp- home is -pant- five minutes away -pant- just across the minimark— -pant- minimarket."

Tenten felt her lungs scream for air as her day was one of the worst possible, now being short on money; half of her savings for a year went to pay for the goddamn bail just to get out of prison. Normally she would mind being jailed, but she had to train for an upcoming street competition that is going to sprinkle her with money as illegal betting went around.

"...you could have chosen a -pant pant pant- fuckin` shortcut!" Neji couldn't remember a day when he cursed and used course vocabulary like tonight, but goddamn it he was pissed off as fuck! Thank you Tsunade Senju for giving him the crappiest mission ever!

That wasn't a mission, it was safari! All sorts of exotic specimens —serial killers cosplaying clowns and eccentric gangster women with issues— resided in there.

Albeit all of them were in a splendid physical condition, gasped and panted because of the adrenaline rush.

Neji and Suigetsu weren't scared -too much- but they had no idea how to react in such situations! Sharingan was different, so very different from all the undercover missions.

It had a rhythm of its own, always spectacular, flamboyant, unpredictable and one wrong step could get them killed.

"Be thankful that I -pant- feel generous enough -pant- today to let two -pant- annoying newbie losers in my -pant- goddamn home! Jerk!"

"Gangsta` bitch!" Neji short right back to her as he gnarled at Suigetsu as the moron took a bat that he found dumped aimlessly on the street and swung it like a Japanese katana toward the rabid dogs , still cracking on laughter.

"Shut up you bloody twit! And stop trying to tease those dogs, they are going to bite our asses!"

"Your friend is even more ridiculous than you! Seriously, where the fuck did you guys get out from? The `70th?"

"Aren't we there yet— auch! Fucking shit!" She actually snorted as one of the dogs caught p to them and pushed its claws onto Neji`s shoe now tucking on it as it mistook it from a bone; he just had to wear white today...

"get this hysteric infested disgusting creature off my person now!" He started to jump around like a scared maid seeing a mice diving into the flour as he nearly made Tenten trip on her feet. "AISH! AHHH! LET GO LET GO you FILTHY BEASTS!"

Luckily as the three loons caught up to them, they ceased away he dogs with the ear-splintering sound of the chainsaws,

"Run run run fucking run!" Tenten urged as Suigetsu tossed a pebble in the dog`s direction, now making it show his menacing fangs dripping with thick trails of saliva as it refused to let Neji go; of course, he hit the Hyuga in the knee, instead of aiming at the dog`s head. "Ah, what the heck?! Are you crazy?!"

"Suigetsu! I`m going to kill you!" Oh dear Lord the simmering pain in his knee now successfully had Neji dies and lament in pain as he limped on his feet, letting go of Tenten`s hand deciding that he had enough of this nonsense.

He had two fuckin` guns on him and he sure as hell won`t be chased by three crazy people and a barking stray dog—

"—eat this you beast!" Tenten just took one of her shoes and tossed it aside as it landed straight in the middle of the street, just in time for the dog to let Neji go after nearly ripping the leather off the now ragged shoe and dash backward. "Don't space out dude, move your legs idiot!"

"How much...?" He demanded as it was Tenten`s turn to grab his hand, an unwittingly reflex that she couldn't explain, pulling him with a harsh tuck, seeing how the dog run for dear life as the three clowns appeared from around the corner; their shadows looking like a Halloween prank going so wrong.

This man was in obvious pain and for the first time since their unfortunate meeting, Tenten felt sympathy for him. She knew he was strong and sturdy but she was an athlete.

And judging by the way he clattered his teen, maxillaries were clenched painfully and his brow priced with beads of perspiration, she could imagine the extent of this pain; an old injury may be or a fresh surgery?

It shouldn't surprise her —though it did. The people who stumbled upon the Sharingan were all social rejects, criminals, gangsters, outlaws. Naturally, Neji and his friend called Suigetsu could be an exception.

They did not have the looks, but they had the traits. "Almost there!" She replied softer now as the simmering for in her chestnut eyes turned mellow.

She immediately wrapped a hand around his shoulder as Suigetsu joined his side —knowing all too well that Neji had a bullet removed surgically thanks for Sasuke missing his target— actually stopping laughing like a loon on helium, following Tenten`s lead.

"What is this?" Neji asked seeing a completely abandoned building where blocks should have been as Tenten wordlessly urged them through the maze of scary crappy looking buildings the type of most of the underserved crimes underwent.

Following a maze of rusted old construction machinery scattered around, obviously leaving the constructions unfinished. it looked like an abandoned factory.

"My home sweet home you ungrateful asshole." She whispered harshly lowering her voice as she knew that there was a lot of echo in the area, now feeling her muscles sore by the heaviness of Neji who, reluctantly and swallowing his manly pride, wrapped his right hand around her midsection -a bit too tight- for support.

With the other one, he was punching Suigetsu`s ribs and forearm as the boy hissed in pain, purposely because he had to vent to someone and Uchiha was... God only knew where. "I can't hear those nuts anymore."

Suigetsu noted she now glanced around, feeling the tiny hair at the back of his nape and around his earlobe stand erect.

The place had no source of illumination except for the million stars glimmering into the night sky that spanned like an infinite ocean of darkness above them.

The remains of what looked like a factory with peeled, burned walls shrouded in vulgar graffiti, the bushes and vegetation growing aimlessly dangling from the windowless walls, the rocky terrain, the white weird particles of dust mingling into the sand, the holes that made them trip on their feet every two seconds, the rusty large tubes crossing the eerie landscape, the huge abandoned containers and engines that once pumped and roared with life and prosperity -as a vestige of the Sharingan once being prosperous and wealthy- the putrid stench of sewer, coals and waste and the most sinister sound of running water leaking along the walls because of the rain infiltrations and a ghostly infested river probably used as a cooling agent.

"This place gives me the creeps, girl." Suigetsu nodded absentmindedly not as an insult, but as an observation.

Tenten only nodded snoring humorlessly visibly not entertained by the idea of having to pass this every fuckin` day , but such was life into the Sharingan.

"If I told you that 20 families including children making a living here would you believe me?"

She pointed in the direction of something furtive flickering into the rear of their eyes, just in time so that Suigetsu won't believe that the place was haunted. "

"You serious?" Now that she pointed it out as they passed a particularly sinister abandoned construction where high pyramids of rocks and marble dust littered the place, surrounded by rollers and excavators, he realized that Tenten was right; kids were mirthfully leaping around, playing with the construction materials, jolly whenever they found something one he abandoned site like they were gifts from Santa.

"Damn... isn't it dangerous for them to play here?" It was one of the most utterly depressing and heart-jerking sights that Suigetsu has ever seen and, for the first time in his life, he felt his heart clench painfully.

Not that he and Neji were crybabies, but those people, the mothers chiding their small kids as they got dangerously close to the walls with decaying bricks, cradling toddlers in the arms only garbed in dirty rags, all having the same stare in their eyes; desperation.

They looked so hopelessly that one could ask himself how in the world did they find the power and courage to face the other day?

What type of motivation could one have to endure such misery and poverty? Their orbs were doe and listless, helpless and complacent as those people all looked older for their age; even the kids. they lost the innocence under the layers of filth and dust, all malnutrition and actually both Neji and Suigetsu suddenly understood Sasuke`s motivation to do something for those people, something more than just donations.

"What do they do for a living? Does anyone here have my job?" Neji broke a tensed awkward silence as Tenten maneuvered expertly through the maze of buildings and machines towards a part that was at least illuminated by a flickering pole, letting them have a taste of what Sharingan really portrayed.

She responded to him shortly after in appreciation that they weren't stupid enough to make fun of what they saw, knowing that they were finally safe here —a trifling illusory concept where one struggled every moment of his life to survive.

"They all have petty small jobs here and there," he answered vaguely as she felt her own heart sink whenever she looked into the shimmering orbs of those kids, never accustomed to seeing angels forgot in a decadent Paradise having their auras barely flickering.

"unimportant tasks that only bring them enough income to suffice for bread and fresh water. Most of them used to work here in the old iron factory."

She pointed to the abandoned large funnels and the rusty rails for coal transportation. "You see, the Sharingan used to be prosperous; it was a the most important metal-manufacturing center in Konoha. And people were wealthy and happy. But then years ago, a corrupt politician sold the entire industry to a private investor who was supposed to make it flourish into an Empire and naive people believed it."

She explained as her stare darkened now reaching to a small, four-story half-decent looking block, just across the abandoned factory.

"You now see the result of how prosperous it became." She noted sarcastically as Neji frowned lightly.

"Who is this person?" Surprised that Sasuke never mentioned about the Sharingan being famous for its industry.

But then again, Neji didn't read any reports concerning the history of the place because they were only interested in the criminal rate.

"Who ruined something so huge?" Now glancing backward, an entire mini town spanned under the open sky, an eerie image of a formidable shocking grotesque that was even painful to watch; he could almost hear the sinister howl of silence and despair resonating and it was by far the scariest thing.

"You can easily forget about the livelier part of the town here," Neji noted as a subliminal voice whispered to him in alertness.

The Sharingan... might be more to the eye than just an abnormally high rate of delinquents overflowing the streets. This place had a history, a painful one soaked in corruption and ambitions of some bastards just trying to get rich without caring whose lives they ruin. And now it felt like a duty for them to try and dig into the problem.

And Tenten was just the liaison they needed to connect with the local legends of this place. She was a nice woman and definitely sensitive, albeit her exterior was tough and calloused, but who could blame her?

She lived in a place where feelings and sentiments scattered like particles of sand going under the waves of the ocean. She had to adapt, to survive, to make a living.

Those people were forever denied happiness, Neji noted and similar thoughts crossed Suigetsu's mind too albeit not that poetic.

"Indeed, don't ya? There is like a whole other town trapped into the Sharingan. I like it in here, it is more secluded and intimate. I need silence and privacy and not constantly pay attention to the rapists, druggies or serial killers who might force the lock on my door or try to break through the window. Ain`t time for that shit."

She explained answering their unvoiced question and... there was beauty in the urban decadence as they noted that the place was surrounded by nothing but stars and empty decrepit walls.

"Here, let me fumble for the keys." She warned before raising her hand to dab the back of her pocket mumbling a vicious trail of curses as she found it hard to move freely with Neji leaning on her.

"Found it!" She chimed sarcastically trying to emphasize that she was living in a modest place, but still called it a home.

Tenten was never ever shamed for who she was and where she lived. Dropkicking the door with her right foot and hastily stepping aside so as the boys could step inside, immediately slamming the door shut with a thud she locked it three times for safety measures.

She had money in here and food and thus didn't want uninvited trespassers barging in, albeit there were fewer burglars here than in the more bustling part of the Sharingan. "Don't you have electricity?"

"Obviously not." She shook her head at Suigetsu`s quest some who assign to him as it was a stupid inquiry w traipsing to the small table on he another side of the room where an oil lamp perched on it and filled it, lighting it as it flickered around the sole room now splintering that warm embers on the walls; Neji and Suigetsu both felt like their spine shuddered upon realizing that she lived there.

In a complete barren room with only one small bed, a table with the lamp on it, an old simple oak drawer and an adjacent space dug into the wall used as a kitchen with a single coal oven that most likely provided warmth during the winter.

"That, if you don't illegally steal electricity from the pole, but that would mean leaving anyone in a blackout; we have to be generous with our neighbors. It`s consensual. Everyone uses ovens for warmth and cooking here. Don't freak out boys,"

She smirked as she discarded her blouse remaining in only a black tank top, not in the bit bothered by the cold wind blowing through the old wooden window frames.

"Do you leave here... wow," Suigetsu couldn't help but feel so out of place as he traipsed to where the oven was, dabbing one of the coals as it felt cold to the touch, obviously because she was in jail and didn't use it. "Where do you get coals from?"

"From the abandoned factory. In fact, there are still some decent reserves for us to use and split among us but shhh—" She leaned onwards pressing her digits on her lip as she shared some sort of crucial secret.

"—don't tell anyone else. We don't want the entire Sharingan to march in here and steal it from us. Those lowlife greedy bastards... they will leave us all without any source of fire and no one wants to march to the side forest and chop off trunks. That is the dream job of the corrupt assholes what rich by illegal wood trafficking and rumors has it that someone big has just landed into the Sharingan to exploit it."

"Someone big as in… who?"

"My— you are full of questions for a newbie aren't you?" She teased Neji as she instructed him to sit on the bad and he didn't protest as his knee burned now rounding it to crunch to the nightstand and dive in for a first aid kit to badge his fragile bone.

"Well, I guess that this zeal will soon be crushed as you are with the daily struggle of living in this Paradise"

She shot sarcastically as smirking when finding the bottle of iodine and first aid supplies. Suigetsu and Neji both exchanged jaded glances noticing how she referred to the Sharingan in a pejorative but hopeful way similar to the way Sasuke did whenever he conversed about the Sharingan.

It only proved just how deeply attached and connected he was to that place and his inhabitants to borrow their peculiar vernacular. "Here, pull those ugly pants up."

"What for?" Neji quirked a skeptical eyebrow up glancing northward as the woman kneed in front of him, looking at him like he was a mentally deranged stupid patient.

"To look at your wound obviously what else?" She then lowered her long curly eyelashes as she winked at him now speaking so seductively low that Neji thought she was bipolar, mocking him. "Don`t worry, usually when I give heads I warn first."

He absolutely did not want to hear such a comment now feeling the veins popping around his pale orbs twitch angrily at her trite language and her accent; she had a heavy accent that was clearly not from Konoha, obviously being a foreigner but he refrained from asking her where was she from. Probably from the last century judging from the way she lived -like a cavern man.

"Now that sounds reassuring, Arigatou gozaimashita," he sputtered sardonically as he reluctantly complied when she rolled her orbs and tucked on his pants, not wanting those hands to touch him. "sadistic bitch..."

Not that she was an ugly woman but hearing that she used to... do things with those hands to various men made him feel apprehensive about the bacteria and disease.

He didn't want to call her slut because she has been kind enough to invite them over and collect them from the streets and be a guide but still... she had a way of startling him and making him feel like traipsing on hot needles or charcoals, always on guard and... jumpy. "Asshole!"

"Where are the friendly clowns who welcome us in the neighborhood?"

"They are afraid to get in this part of the town."

"Why? Does it remind them of the Mental Hospital?" Suigetsu smirked as his canine gleamed into the poor light that the lamp provided traipsing around like a kid she found some weight lifts and box gloves neatly placed beside her bed, noticing how heavy they were. She trained like ancient warriors in this abandoned place. No wonder that Tenten was a good former champion of Konoha.

"Nope. They think that the Circus burned to ashes and the ghosts of the spectators still haunt this place. They are scared of ghosts, shadows.

Probably because they have been tortured in darkness and thus that triggers nightmares into their wandering minds... who knows. They always turn away and run from this place. "So she knew from the start where to lead them.

"Why did you have us over? We are strangers and potential threats since you don't know us." Neji noted she flinched briefly when Tenten disinfected the wound that the pebble left, courtesy to Suigetsu's fantastic aim.

He snarled at him and glared suggestively mumbling something along the lines of 'you`re an even shittier shooter than Uchiha' making the man laugh silently at him.

Not because he was moping and moaning but because he turned into putty in front of the girl.

Awww, look at them, the lovey doves, Suigetsu couldn't help but burst into another short round of chortles imaging Neji Hyuga, the ridiculously rich bachelor and heir of the infamous Hyuga Clan finding love in this shitty place.

Oh damn— that was priceless! Now if Uchiha falls in love with Haruno Sakura, things would get very entertaining for Suigetsu; and he was very bored person already sick of the daily routine.

"You my friend," Tenten briefly turned to map him as he played with the oven like a kid shaking her head in disbelief, mumbling. "have one hell of a problem."

"He`s just mentally retarded, don't pay him any heed— aish, be careful with that! Damn woman it burns!"

"Stop being such a whiney bitch," She berated as he flinched when she cleaned his wound with disinfectant. "this one was cheaper." pointing it to the fact that the one who didn't burn or sting was more expensive thus she didn't afford such luxuries.

"Mind you, this is for emergencies. Usually I don't use it for something so trifling but you are such a crying girl."

Neji couldn't help but let his milky orbs pan her athletic appearance, noticing that her skin, albeit milky and supple and so beautiful and smooth to the touch, was creased by scars and injuries that were still yet to heal, left untreated.

Her knuckles were purple and had traces of stickers and calloused skin for the punches, especially since she was also a street fighter.

But it did nothing to diminish her beauty as a woman, on the contrary, she was admirable as she lived alone in this place.

"You said something about a corrupt politician bringing this place down more than a decade ago, correct?"

Neji challenged again as her shoulders tensed obviously not liking to chatter about how trashy life here was.

She only nodded as she finished wrapping the badge around his leg expertly, then collecting her medical supplies and heading to the sink.

Tenten turned on the faucet and let the freezing water rinse the bubble of the small bar of lavender soap of her delicate hands; she had beautiful hands for a boxer, Neji noted aimlessly.

"Who was he? Do you have a name? I can imagine that it went through all the media and caused furors at that time?"

A new idea kindled into the front of Neji's mind as he thought about a possible connection between the ones who brought the downfall over hits place and Haruno Kizashi`s arrival, albeit ten years made it impossible for them to be linked.

What if the bankruptcy of the prosperous industry was all planned? And how can Tsunade not warn them about that? Or she didn't know? Nah... Sasuke most likely informed the Hag about every single trivia.

"Actually no. The real owner hid behind his marionettes as they pose as shareholders and stepped into the public place.

But rumors floated around and... I don't know what to make of it or how much is actually truth but a name circulated around, especially from the oldest workers from the factory."

She leaned against the side wall with one of her legs resting diagonally on it, sighing and glancing on her chest like meditating.

"Name? What name?" Suigetsu babbled in a way that didn't make it seem like they were dying to know about it, making it look like they were having a mere friendly innocent conversation; in reality, they were thirsty for information.

"I think it was a higher up in the Government or Police or something," she shrugged seemingly indifferently as she fine combed her digits through her chocolate locks untying her signature buns now digging into the wardrobe in search for clothes to change, her tune muffled by the pile of scattered materials.

"I think it was hm— Shimura," She left two people literally gasping like fishes out of tank behind her back at the name she dropped out of nowhere. "…Danzo Shimura or something..."

'Wait, what?!'

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Author`s Note: This was initially supposed to be part of the second chapter as well, but I split it in two parts since it took me a little bit longer to spellcheck soo… here it is!

Many many many many thanks to you guys for everything; sincerely, arigatou gozaimashita! *bow*