AN: Once again, I do not own the plot for Ocean's Eleven, nor do I own any of the character's from Naruto. I own only Miyuki. Enjoy.
Miyuki relaxed in the leather covered seat of Sasuke's beat up Falcon Fortuna. The ride so far had been silent, neither of them saying a word. Sasuke sighed.
"God, I'm bored." He said.
Miyuki chuckled. "You look bored."
" I am bored." Sasuke grumped as he pulled into the parking lot of a Japanese restaurant.
Miyuki took a sip of her tea after the waitress set it down. Sasuke waited till the woman had left the room before starting the conversation.
" How was the clink? Did you get the cookies I sent?"
Miyuki looked at him, amused.
"Why do you think I came to see you first?"
Sasuke knew she was up to something, she wouldn't have come to him if there wasn't something.
"So tell me" he prompted her.
"It's tricky. It's never been done before. It'll need planning, and a large crew." She began.
Sasuke's eyebrows went up, and he took a sip of tea. Trust Miyuki to find the more interesting jobs.
"Guns?" he asked.
"Not exactly. High security. But the take—"
"What's the target?" he said, cutting her off.
Miyuki ignored the question. "Eight figures each" she finished.
Sasuke glared at her. "What's. The. Target?" he repeated.
Miyuki huffed, and took another swallow of tea before looking at Sasuke seriously.
"When was the last time you were in Vegas?" she asked.
Sasuke gave her an incredulous look. "You want to knock over a casino?" he hissed, wondering if she had lost it. He took another sip of tea as Miyuki held up three fingers, and Sasuke had to double-take. He snorted, looked at the three pale digits, and then snorted again.
Miyuki spread the blueprints out on the drawing board and cut the light on, showing the complicated plans of the target vault.
"The vault at the Bellagio" she said.
Sasuke grunted as they both leaned on the table, studying the floor plan critically. He didn't say anything for a long time, just looked at it, wincing a couple of times. Miyuki watched him, playing with the ring on her finger. Finally Sasuke spoke.
"Well, if I'm reading this right, and I'd like to think that I am….this is probably the least accessible vault ever designed." He said.
"Yep"
Sasuke kept looking at the plans, and his brow furrowed.
"You said three casinos?" he said, basically asking her to explain.
Miyuki pointed to two points on the plans.
"These feed into the Mirage and the MGM Grand, but every dime ends up there." She said, tapping her finger on the center of the actual vault. Sasuke nodded and froze.
"The Bellagio and the Mirage" he muttered. He stopped and gave Miyuki a flat glare.
"These are all Orochimaru's places"
Miyuki wasn't fazed by the look.
"Yes, they are." She said simply. She waited for a second.
"Do you think he'll mind?" she asked trying not to smirk at the scathing glare Sasuke gave her.
"More than somewhat" the brunette said sarcastically.
Sasuke straightened and rubbed his face, thinking and he promptly sat down and started doing something on his palm pilot. Miyuki watched him for a bit before sitting across from him and giving him a look. Sasuke sighed.
"You'll need at least a dozen guys doing a combination of cons."
Miyuki nodded, already running a list of possibilities over in her head.
"Like what, you think?" she asked.
Sasuke sat back and scratched the corner of his mouth.
"Well, off the top of my head…..I'd say you're looking at a Boesky, a Jim Brown…..a Miss Daisy, two Jethros and a Leon Spinks. Not to mention the biggest Ella Fitzgerald ever." He told her folding one leg over the other, looking out the floor to ceiling window. He laughed sardonically and looked back at his literal partner in crime.
"Where the hell do you think you'll get the money to back this?" he asked her seriously.
Miyuki crossed her arms and shrugged.
"Hit these three casinos, we'll get our bankroll. Orochimaru's got a long list of enemies."
Sasuke nodded, it was a true statement. Barely anyone liked the slimy, conniving bastard.
"But enemies with loose cash and nothing to lose?" he pointed out. He noticed the little smirk on her face before it dawned on him.
"Ahh….Jiraiya." he said smiling.
"Jiraiya" Miyuki agreed, matching the smile with her own. A bright light snapped on , blinding both of them.
"Hey!" a voice said sharply.
Miyuki shielded her eyes and Sasuke turned his head. Miyuki huffed.
"Oscar, lower it a bit, would you?" she asked. The guard lowered the torch and shrugged.
"Sorry. You guys done? Find what you want?" he asked.
Miyuki held up the large roll of floor plans for the Bellagio vault.
"I'm going to take these home for the night and make some copies, if that's allright" she purred, giving the guard a cute smile. He grinned at her, blushing faintly.
"Whatever you need sweetheart."
Sasuke fought down the urge to roll his eyes.
" I appreciate it Oscar" Miyuki purred handing the guard a wad of 100's as they walked past, heading to the elevator.
She noticed Sasuke looked troubled, while they were waiting for the elevator. His constant moving was driving her nuts.
"What?"
Sasuke looked at her.
" I need a reason, and don't say money. Why do this?" he said, leaning against the wall.
Miyuki huffed and rolled her eyes at him.
"Why not do it?" she countered.
Sasuke just shook his head at her and she rolled her eyes again.
"Because yesterday I walked out of the joint after losing four years of my life and you're cold-decking Teen Beat cover boys." She said.
Sasuke looked indignant, but couldn't argue with her. Miyuki continued.
"Because the house always wins. Play long enough, you never change the stakes, the house takes you. Unless, when that perfect hand comes, you bet big. Then you take the house." She said.
Sasuke looked at her amused, and she just stared at him. The corner of his mouth quirked up and he smirked.
"You practice that speech, haven't you?"
Miyuki snickered and nodded. " A little bit, did I rush it?" she asked looking at him meekly. Sasuke chuckled and the elevator dinged, the doors sliding open.
"Nah, it was good. The Teen Beat thing was harsh" he said as they stepped into the elevator. Sasuke leaned against the wall and Miyuki pressed the button for the ground floor and the doors started to slide close.
" I wonder what Jiraiya will say." He said thoughtfully. Miyuki stopped twirling the roll and looked at him like a deer caught in headlights.