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Number Five With A Bullet:

Part IV: Exo-Politics

Open skies over me

I am waiting patiently

I wait for a sign

Slender fingers tapped impatiently at the glass table top, the other arm perched its elbow on the smooth surface as the hand cupped the chin of the scowling woman.

Her face twisted into one of utmost distaste for the man across from her, sky blue eyes clouded in annoyance to a gray-blue as she sighed and let her eyes wander around the restaurant.

"Are you going to answer me?"

Thin lips firmed into a line as charcoal eyes glared at her uncommunicative expression.

"No."

It was a simple one-word answer, but it delighted her to how that one syllable can kick the usually composed man across from her as he seethed through his ears. Crossing her legs, she lowered the hand cupping her chin, instead folding her hands together as she leaned forward provocatively.

"How about we make a deal?"

The silent man on the other side—which she considered very intelligent for immediately learning not to cross her—raised his invisible eyebrow. Ino made a mental note to herself to maybe…pencil one in for him. That would be pretty interesting.

A grunt from the man directly across from her brought the blonde's attention back to her proposition.

"Like what?" It was more like a growl then a question, but she ignored it.

"Like," The pale, once-manicured finger trailed over the expensive silverware, "For every question you ask me, I get to ask you a question."

His face twisted into an indescribable expression, but Ino knew it probably wasn't good.

"No," He stated flatly, as flatly as the back of his head could be, she noted. "Time is an issue here, Yamanaka-san—"

Again that patronizing tone of his made her roll her eyes. Time. Psh.

"I'm beginning to wonder how important you are putting this case on that list of childish expectations of yours."

Childish?

She tried not to scoff out loud. He was calling her childish?

"And I wonder, Uchiha-san," The same tone he had used on her, "How immature and stubborn a man to be to not give way to a woman."

"Have you not heard what I first stated?" It was hard; they both had to admit, to stay civil in a public place.

A wry smile tugged at the corner of her lips, "What do you suppose we're doing now? I hardly think this is a better use of that precious time of yours."

The raven haired man leaned back in his seat, his hand reaching for the fork as the food was served.

"Fine," He eyed the self-congratulating blonde, "But Gaara will be included in this questionnaire." Anything to make the amount of questions directed at him lesser.

The silent redhead, who had been wise enough to stay out of their calm-before-the-storm argument, blinked as the salad paused in its destination to his mouth.

"Don't include me in your stupid deals, Uchiha," Sea-blue eyes glared at the other heir as the munched violently on the romaine lettuce.

"Deal," Ino answered automatically, getting a glare from the redhead for once—but she returned it with a sickeningly sweet smile, "It'll be over before you know it, Gaara-san."

He grumbled an answer before going back to his food—cursing Shikamaru for a problematic fiancée as he ate.

"I'll start," Sasuke smirked as he coiled the linguine around his fork, "Did Shikamaru tell you anything about work?"

Ino picked at her own food, the Chicken Alfredo starting to resemble a third grade glue disaster, "No. He never talked about any of his friends or acquaintances either. I only met one of his 'college friends'. Some blond guy named Dei…" She squinted at the name, "Deidara…I think."

Ebony eyes narrowed as he processed the oddly familiar name, opening his mouth to ask her another question, but she beat him to it—reminding him of their deal.

"So, tell me," She drawled out as she scoped up the piece of maimed chicken, "Do you always have a bad hair day or does it constantly resemble a bird's ass?" Ino stuck the chicken in her mouth quickly and chewed.

The redhead, who had been minding his own business until then, coughed slightly, the cherry tomato being inhaled down the wrong tube. Black rimmed eyes dodged over to his partner quickly, the corner of his lips lifting up as he watched the other man turn pink—for the first time—as he vouched for an answer.

"I like to consider it more sophisticatedly stylized than either of you two's tangled jungle mess of hair," He sniffed, quite offended by her blunt question.

Sophisticatedly stylized?

Her amused expression turned to Gaara's smirk as she stated out loud, taking another jab at his subsidizing pride, "Though if it was a contest, I'd vouch for Gaara-san's hair. There's something about that unintentional messiness that exerts sensuality rather than ego-inflation."

Ino could've stood up and patted herself on the back for silencing both men at once—the redhead seemed to have the tomato permanently stuck in his windpipe, while the Uchiha, oh if glares could kill, she'd be as dead as the grilled poultry on her plate.

"Oi, Pineapple head!"

She yelled from the bedroom, earning her a stressed, "What?" from the living room.

"You're using my hair ties again!" Her voice dropped a hint of humor.

A sigh could be heard as he drawled out, "Too far to go buy more." She peeked around the corner to see the usual brown head with a purple hair tie dancing on the top. Ino couldn't help but snicker as she strode over and playfully tugged at his spiky ponytail.

"Why don't you just cut your hair?" She was expecting something alongside of 'Mendokusee' or another 'Too far'. But instead, she was faced with an unusually miffed boyfriend.

"Really Ino," A thin eyebrow raised, "Even you should know, a man's pride is his hair."

She only giggled at his pretend-seriousness and skipped off to the kitchen.

When they deemed Shikamaru as a genius, they were exceptionally correct. The smile faltered on her face as she thought of the brown haired man—the man who helped her stand on her own two feet and lead the way to her success. The only person, who mattered in her life, was now no longer holding her hand as she took her steps. A sudden lump formed in her throat as the images flew by her.

"Did Shikamaru ever do anything out of the ordinary?"

Fingers tightened on the fork as she strained her voice, "No. Work held him back later than usual each time—and he was never home anyway. But after awhile," She forced a wry smile at the men before her, "You just get used to it, you know? Never having someone there physically with you."

She was quiet for awhile as she ate, contemplating on what she had just revealed to the two men. Ebony and sea-blue gazed at her sudden change in mood.

"Why Shikamaru?" Ino lifted her eyes to the raven haired man, her voice barely above a whisper, "What was he to you guys…that made him…" Her other hand gripped the napkin tightly, "If he was just a victim of crossfire…please don't tell me that…"

Sea-blue eyes glanced at the other man quickly as Sasuke set his fork down.

"It wasn't unintentional," Arms now crossed, "Shikamaru worked directly with my father and managed most of Kyuubi Enterprises. Uchiha Corps is currently in partnership with Kyuubi Enterprises, because Naruto needs to get his business degree before he ca—"

Charcoal eyes widened at the realization, startling the other two at the table, but he shook the thought from his mind. There should be more to it than just that.

"How many times did Shikamaru go out of the country this year?"

"Uchiha-san," She frowned, "I can't possibly give you an accurate answer for that right now!"

Sasuke tapped his fingers, the food suddenly seemed unappealing. "So he went on that many trips?"

Ino nodded her head, the tangles in her blonde hair slipped down, "It was always Sunagakure or…uhm…Kirigakure…and Iwagakure."

"There were only five trips placed for him this past year," Sasuke stated, as her eyes widened, "He requested other time off for 'personal reasons' and 'sickness'. We deal with Kaze in a strained way and we have a branch in Kirigakure…however Iwagakure is out of the picture."

Her fingers curled around the hem of the shirt again as she stood up stiffly from the table, the plate left half-eaten.

"I-I need to go to the bathroom," She hurriedly bowed at the two men, "Excuse me."

As conspiracies unwind

Will you slam shut?

Or free your mind?

Or stay hypnotized?

The coldness stung her cheeks and heating eyes, yet, it kept her from the numbness that took over her body. He lied. Shikamaru lied to her. Leaving the faucet running, she gazed up at the ghostly-looking woman staring back.

"What did you not tell me?" The salty tears mixed with the water dripping off her face.

Curling her hand into a fist, she closed her eyes and screamed—slamming her knuckles at the mirror as she felt the warm liquid slid down her cheeks.

Reeling backwards in pain, the mirror was left unscathed as she sobbed, stumbling into a stall. Her hand screamed in pain as realized she couldn't move it, Ino clutched her wrist and resided on the floor of the stall—closing the door and leaning onto the wall, she cried.

Her sobs died down as quickly as they came, leaving the blonde shaking on the floor of the tiny room-like stall. The walls went down on both sides all the way—and the door was actually a door that also extended down all the way.

It represented her little coffin, as suffocating as her own heart at that moment as she gasped for air, calming down. So what if he had lied? She shuddered slightly, he was killed…and he was innocent. The long lashes dipped at her pale cheeks, more like, she was hoping that he was innocent.

"Don't…" She whispered to her knees, "Don't make me regret what I'm doing…Shika-kun…"

The door opened roughly, slamming against the tiled wall and shook her out of her musing. Sighing, she reached up and locked her stall. She didn't need someone walking in on her at the moment.

"You sure she walked in here?"

Ino froze, her breath hitched in her throat. What was a male doing in the women's bathroom? If it had been Uchiha or Gaara looking for her, she would've recognized the voice.

"I'm pretty fucking sure," Another man snarled back, "I tailed them all the way here."

The blonde woman held her breath. What were they talking about? Following who?

Footsteps echoed across the cold tiled floor as the faucet was turned off, the second man scoffing, "The faucet was left on, she's in here."

"Oh?" The first man chuckled, "Hey girly? You've been listening to us this whole time?" She jumped slightly, her heart beating fast as a stall was kicked forcefully open.

The footsteps came closer and the stall next door was opened loudly, "Not here either."

Ino could hear then right in front of her door, jiggling the doorknob.

"You in here?" A chuckle was heard.

She buried her face against her knees as she shook quietly. Who were they? And why were they…looking for her?!

Did this…did this have…Shikamaru?

The man outside slammed h is shoulder against the door as it heaved slightly, though not budging. She screamed at the impact—a reflexive instinct telling them immediately of her placement.

"Heh, so she is in here."

She screamed again.

When the Zetas fill the skies

Will our leaders tell us why?

Fully loaded satellites

We can't get nothing but our minds

"Did you have to tell her that?"

They finished their lunch in silence before the redhead glared at the man beside him.

Charcoal eyes flashed right back, "Am I supposed to lie to her then?"

Silence engulfed the two socially-deprived men again as they gazed in the direction the blonde took off awhile ago, the raven haired man's fingers twitching from impatience.

"She's still suffering," Sea-blue eyes glanced at the annoyed Uchiha, "Grief works in many ways, sometimes displacing the original reason as to why someone had started on something."

Through gritted teeth, the other man avoided eye contact, "What the hell are you trying to get at?"

"Yamanaka-san doesn't know what she wants—or what she's doing. The best thing we can do for her is discharge her demand to find Orochimaru and send her home. It'll be the safest way."

The corner of his mouth twitched at the other man's proposition, "After we get all the information from her."

Gaara shrugged, "If we're on the same track, he'll come to us. Best method is to get Yamanaka-san away from range. We've put her through enough."

Sasuke twitched at the other man's persistence, throwing down his napkin, "Whatever, we'll figure this out back at the office." He stalked off to the bathroom in a hurry, the redhead's words irking him. Was the Kaze ex-heir trying to imply that he was heartless? So the woman was suffering. Everyone was going through the same ordeal. What she could do is man-up and deal with her grief. They all lost a precious person.

As he entered the men's, he glanced across the hallway at the women's, the door still closed and he shrugged. Women taking half an hour in the bathroom weren't anything new to him.

And I've waited patiently

And I wait for the sign

She screamed again as they continued slamming at the door with their shoulder, the old wood giving in to the impact each time as she felt the splinters fall on her. Scrambling to her feet, she pulled the toilet cover down and sat across the door, her legs pressing against it for more friction.

Then again, she screamed for help. Damn these tiles, the sound bounced around the woman…but most likely not heard outside.

"Ne, Yamanaka-san," The voice of the first man, "It'll be easier if you'd just come out. We're not here to kill you. We just want some answers."

She struggled against the door. Why does everyone want answers?!

"I-I don't know anything!" She choked out, half screaming, half crying, "I swear, I don't!"

The voice chuckled again, "Sorry girly, we're just here to get you. It's up to our boss to decide that."

A shoulder slammed against the door again and she screamed, this time, repeatedly. Someone was bound to hear her. Anyone. Someone had to hear her or have to go to the bathroom.

The next impact shook her as the door splintered open and she covered her head, curling up her knees to hide her face in as she screamed into her thighs. She glanced up as soon as the pieces settled to see two tall men smiling back at her as she trembled.

"W-Who are you?"

Pitch black hair and dark eyes greeted her as she sporadically shivered and tried to inch towards the wall, away from them.

Mouths quirked up into a smirk, "Oh, now that's not important."

The taller of the two took a step at her and she let out an ear piercing screech, which made him stumble backwards.

"STAY AWAY FROM ME!"

He glowered at her, "Look missy, if you're not going to comply. I can't guarantee you're getting out of here unscathed."

"I DON'T WANT TO GO ANYWHERE!" She screamed again, shaking her head furiously as she curled up on the toilet cover, "GO AWAY!"

Both men visibly winced at her lung capacity as she wailed. They nervously glanced at the bathroom door—but no one was there and they advanced.

Carried through the centuries

Secrets locked up

And loaded on my back

Well it weighs me down

Sasuke pinched the bridge of his nose as he exited the bathroom. There was an oddly strange echoing and it gave him a huge migraine. At the entrance of the hallway, he glanced at the table where the redhead was still seated—though no blonde head was visible.

What the heck is she doing in there?

The raven haired man sighed and let his impatience over take him, striding over to the women's bathroom, raising his knuckles to knock—just in case.

When the Zetas fill the skies

It's just our leaders in disguise

Fully loaded satellites

We can't get nothing but our minds

She wriggled in the man's grip, catching his legs in her as she placed a well-aimed kick at his knee cap—sending his leg backwards into the splintered wood that pierced into his calf.

He winced at the incision and slapped the woman promptly, "Quit moving the fuck around!"

The other man pulled her roughly to her feet, his grip tightening on her wrists bound in the back.

"Alright girly, we're going to exit quietly, right?" The gun jabbed at her vertebrae column, "Or some not-so nice things are going to happen."

Snarling back at them, she tried to stand her ground, only to be dragged forcibly by the man while the other one limped along.

"I thought you needed me alive."

The lips twisted into a smile, "Doesn't mean we can't take you apart."

She quieted down immediately at his threat, but still refused to budge, making the trip to the door slower.

"We're called the Demon Brothers, does that tell you anything?"

"That you like basketball?" Her answer only made him laugh as he dragged her along.

"Go check the door."

The limping man nodded, poking his head out into the hallway—sensing nothing, he motioned for the other two to come out.

"Scream and I'll shoot."

She clenched her teeth, debating over her options. Who knew what they were going to do with her wherever they were going to take her? How fast were the security and Uchiha and Gaara-san's reactions?

As they struggled out the bathroom door, her eyes widened as she was directed towards an alternative exit.

Scream?

She tried to dig her heels into the carpet—making the man behind her stop as he tried to push her forward as indiscreetly as he could. The limping man in front of them turned around to glare at the two, but his eyes widened. But before his brain could register the sight, the man behind Ino crumpled into a heap—red splattering all over her hair and back as his eyes rolled up—the other man flying backwards, clutching his shoulder.

Her mouth opened to scream as she felt the body and warm liquid seep into her clothes, but nothing came out as she fell under his weight. Moving around furiously, she tried not to look at the punctured head of the man that had her captive.

"Shhh," A soothing voice broke through her scrambled thoughts as she tried to wriggle out from under the dead man's weight. The body lifted off her as she struggled into a sitting position, the redhead in her view and she automatically clutched onto him.

Gaara allowed her to cling onto him, wrapping his free arm around her trembling figure as he lowered the silencer, obscuring it from her view. Lifting her gently to her feet, he glanced at the Uchiha, who had the second man—alive but bleeding profusely and moved them over to the other two.

"Uchiha," The raven haired man 'hn'ed in response as he kept his attention on the cowering man in pain, "Take her somewhere safe, I'll handle this mess."

Charcoal eyes blinked at the blonde woman clasp to the redhead's side, "She seems more content with you."

Gaara glowered at the other man, "We need to take her somewhere with heightened security—where people outside from close relations are not allowed. You have more access to that than I do. Uchiha Corp is too open—they followed us here, then they would probably be at your company too. Don't take her back to either of our places."

The redhead hoped the raven haired man understood his drift—because there was only one place that would be 'haven' for the blonde's current situation.

Sasuke narrowed his eyes at the Kaze ex-heir's proposition. He wasn't serious, was he? A quick glance as the trembling woman with blood splattered over her clothes and smeared on her pale face—wide blue eyes darting around frantically told him otherwise.

He sighed and stood up, never moving the silencer directed at the heavily breathing man. Stepping closer to the pair, he outstretched a hand at the blonde, who just stared at it.

"Yamanaka-san, let's go."

She shook her head and clutched onto the redhead's shirt tighter, her eyes never leaving the silencer in his other hand.

"Put it away," The redhead jerked his head to the weapon in the Uchiha's hand.

He sighed and tucked it back into his jacket flap, watching the blonde's blue eyes that never left him.

"Let's go," This time she nodded at him, letting go hesitantly of the redhead as she followed the raven haired man quietly.

He exited the backdoor—the cooks giving him awkward glances—but said nothing because he was the Uchiha. The blonde right on his heels, though she didn't cling onto him like she had done the redhead. That only put the Uchiha's fowl mood worse. So what if she trusted Sabaku more than him. Sasuke glowered at the fact that he was the one running this operation, yet his sources go through someone else and trust someone else better.

They had even arrived in two different cars—Yamanaka refusing to be in the same vehicle as him.

Reaching his black Mustang, he opened the door for her as she hesitated.

"What?" She flinched—he hadn't meant to sound that harsh.

Her lips twisted, "I'm covered with blood…and your car…"

Sasuke raised a finely touched eyebrow at her observation, "I can get the seats changed later," He noted the muted look on her face and he couldn't help but jab at her again, "Or you can take the shirt off."

Her eyes widened as the previous shock wore off by his words, a more defensive one settled in, "What?!" Her hands possessively flew up to her chest as she stared at him before scrambling into the car.

Taking his seat, he started the car promptly—browsing his phone list as he maneuvered out of the parking lot—noticing how her eyes still dart around the premises.

"Lay back the chair if you're so paranoid."

She stopped the fidgeting and sat in silence instead.

A smirk played on his lips as he brought the phone to his ear. She was too easy to rile up even in such a state.

The ringing stopped as he reached the voicemail message, scowling as he jabbed redial.

This is no time to be ignoring me…

As he waited for it to ring again, a word fell out of her mouth, catching the attention of the male.

"Pervert."

His eyebrow lifted at her choice, "What?" When it was said women were incredibly moody—they were right. Frozen in fear one moment and then defensive the next. Yamanaka Ino, from his digression, was the ultimate case as she sat there, previous shock replaced with evenly displaced sarcasm.

Sky blue eyes met his gaze evenly, "You heard me."

"What makes you say that?"

Lips curved up into a sardonic smirk, "It's always the rich ones who have that suppression of urges and always feel the need to displace it by using other women."

He scoffed at her analysis, "Or it could be the woman that vies for the man, thus throwing them in such a dilemma."

The blonde seemed to have relaxed considerably—much to his approval—he'll just humor from here on if it helped her anxiety.

"Really. Who is this said-woman then? The pink haired woman?" Finely plucked eyebrows rose as she turned her smirking face towards him.

He seemed to be taken back by her observation—the mention of the doctor-in-training that had ruined his relationship made his face twist into a scowl again. But the blonde mistook it for a love-gone-wrong.

"No. Don't you ever mention that again."

She flinched slightly from his sudden change in tone, but another voice snapped them out of their argument—both forgotten about the fact that his phone had stopped ringing awhile ago, and that the person had picked up, listening to them the whole time.

"U-Uchiha-san?"

The meek feminine voice made him double over with a mental 'Fuck'.

"Hinata!" He forgot the honorific again, "Please listen—this is urgent."

What other place with heightened twenty-four hour security? Hyuuga Complex

Ino glanced at the raven haired man talking on the phone with the other woman—his tone was different…it wasn't harsh—he actually sounded human communicating with her. No anger or aloofness like towards the pink-haired woman, no business-like detachment when directed at Gaara and more importantly—no sarcasm and hardness when he spoke to her.

She might be blonde, but she wasn't stupid, Ino was going to learn a thing or two from this woman if it meant Uchiha-asshole would appreciate her like a woman and not an object.

He hung up the phone abrupt, resuming both hands on the wheel as he sped up.

"I'm taking you to the Hyuuga Complex."

Ino perked up at the name of a new place, "What for?"

Sasuke turned to the blonde fiddling with his radio options as his face scrunched up, "So you can shower and I won't be compelled to send you back to the barn you came from."

A bruised fist rose near his face but was restrained, "I have no qualms from hitting your womanly features; you know that?"

His face quirked into a smirk, "I very well know that. Though I'm starting to suspect it's just from your zealous jealousy of my far superior features."

They pulled up to a huge gate that opened upon sight.

"And you're admitting that you're a woman? New revelation from the almighty Uchiha!"

He glanced at her still raised fist, "How did you get that bruise?"

Ino blinked as she stared at her hand, remember her distraught state as she stammered, "I—uh—punched…yeah." She shrugged. What was the point of telling him she hit a mirror? He was just going say that she abuse inanimate objects and call her a mental case.

The car stopped in front of a manor as the raven haired man turned to the blonde, his eyebrows raising as she shot him a death glare—daring him to say what was on his mind.

Sasuke smirked, "Hard enough to bruise? You truly are a beast."

Somewhere inside the small heart of Yamanaka Ino, a vein popped—whatever love that flowed through for Uchiha Sasuke was disconnected as the fist rose. She took the chance to place a well-aimed punch at his head, causing the boy's head to bounce to the other side of the window—as her bruised knuckles screamed in pain again as they both yelled in agony.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Both hands flew up.

"YOU—ARGH!" She cradled her hand.

He reached over and grabbed the blonde on the shoulder as his other hand clutched his head while the woman pressed her damaged hand against her chest—both screaming atrocities at each other, unaware of the three that watched them on the other side.

"U-Uchiha-san?"

Lavender eyes blinked, messy brown hair and fangs smirked, and a pair of dark sunglasses regarded the two.

Oh fuck

I'm waiting patiently

And I'll wait for the sign, yeah

End Part IV: Exo-Politics

Ah, sorry this took awhile. My Organic Chemistry final just kicked me in the ass than laughed in my face and I was feeling a little down for awhile. TT I still have my Biology final…but I think I have a secure enough grade. ::laughs::

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