Lockdown
A man with scarred hands
Morning. The sun was up...or was it night? I couldn't tell. There was multiple colors swirling around my vision and room. Green, purple, orange (the sun I presume), white- almost silver (the moon maybe? Fuck it, I don't care anymore). My eyes were burning madly and my body felt like it was drifting in water. I was too smart to know that this was all just part of the high...or..err downfall of the high?
Wheres my phone? Is that what's ringing? Or was that also part of the..the downfall of high? Uggggghhhh I'm so confused! Hell what day is it? and what is the fucking time?!
I sat up in my bed (with much effort) and scratched my bed head. My bangs flopped in my eyesight and I was so close to just cutting the shit off completely. Damn, maybe I should get a haircut.
A wicked headache pulsed in the back of my head just then, what the fuck? Did I drink too? My god,...just how fucked am I? Holding my head with one hand, I stumbled out of my room towards the kitchen for some sprite when I felt an ominous presense. You know? Like in the horror movies just before Jason comes out and stabs the bitch to death?
The dumbasses start calling out 'hello?' and all that shit because they take it upon themselves to investigate the situation. Then 'BAM' straight in the fucking mouth! They could've lived for a couple of minutes longer if they'd stayed quiet ,but no! Scream your position out to a knife wielding psychopath.
Thats when I covered my mouth in disdain. I just realized I had already yelled out 'who's there'. I wanted to punch myself in the face just then. There's one thing I do know though...someone is in my fucking house. Hopefully someone doesn't say 'the call is coming from inside the house' if some bitch says that their getting shot on the spot.
Dirty Cop
The smoke wafted in the air. Looking around, I realized that the smoke was everywhere in the room. There was so much of it that it had no where else to go and just floated there, like a poisonous cloud. I breathed the already smoked smoke in and out again. There's good and bad recycling...I don't count this as a necessarily 'bad' method, that's when I spotted the dozens upon dozens of discarded cigarettes in the trash. Tch, whatever, screw my health.
My phone rung and I rolled my eyes. It was probably Sasuke with another murder case. I let it ring for a couple of seconds and waited for it to ring again. Breathing out a perfect ring, I waited. It rung again, it must be important so I answered it.
"What?" I answered passively.
There was heavy breathing on the other line before he finally said something. "B-breath- boss you gott get here fast"
I blinked a couple of times before my brain registered who the hell I was taking to. "Deidara?" I asked.
"Yeah! Who'd you think it was? Anyways, you gotta hurry up and get in here. We've got Uzamaki in for questioning." He told me hurriedly.
My eyes widened, I almost dropped my cellphone on the wooden floor. I gulped and took deep breaths, I couldn't believe this. "Are you positively sure that you have the right person?" I asked, my voice slightly wavering.
He cleared his throat. "Positive. It took awhile ,but we got the files on him through Germany. Turns out that the only reason it took so long to get them is because he's not originally from here..plus as we all know, our station is pretty crappy" he cleared his throat again, briefly greeting someone as he did so. "We had to dig deep with this one. Apparently he fucked up in his native country (Germany) and had to jet for that time being. He was a lot bigger there than here (surprisingly) and had to cut all of his loose ends, that's why he's here. A new start, a bigger empire, but starting small."
It's him, we finally finally caught him. Hopefully, we have enough evidence against him to actually prove anything ,but until then I have to get down to the station. The Blood Lord, is notorious in our small little city. It'd be good rep with the higher ups in the larger countries if we caught him, though they may be small time to them but its serious for us.
I grabbed my keys and headed for the door. "I'll be there as soon as I can. Until then, keep him there and don't let him out of your sight!"
Drug Lord
**foot note: This is before Deidara makes the call to Itachi, but after Naruto gets arrested**
I gave them my most annoyed look I could give them. They not only took my most prized possession (.44 magnum) ,but they also put me in cuffs just for 'questioning'. I really wanted to kill every single one of these fuckers working here.
The blonde haired tranny looking asshole that was asking for a slap came up to me. They sat me by myself in this room with dim lights, it looked like a place you'd happily rape a toddler. I could also tell the walls were sound proof.
"I suppose you already know what I'm going to ask you" he said seriously.
I sneered at him. "It wouldn't be my first time being in here cock sucker"
His facial expression didn't change. "Your insults aren't helping your case you know"
I made a 'fucking obviously' look on my face and flicked him off. "Your shit worth comebacks aren't helping your case either. I don't have the time nor patience for your bullshit"
He rose his eyebrow. "Oh? and what exactly are you in such a rush to get back to anyway?" He asked.
The lie came out so clearly, so flawlessly, so effortlessly that I almost believed it myself. "Back to the strip ofcourse, the chicks are hot (not to mention flexy) and my troubles float away"
He smirked and rolled his eyes. "At six thirty in the morning? There's only one strip here and three others outside of the city and this one closes at ten. So don't try to sell me your shit"
I smirked back at him also. "Well someone's been hanging out with the owner of the place till closing time huh? Didn't know he swung that way, but I always had a feeling"
His blank expression turned into an angry one and it pleased me. Ohhhh how he squirms in his own skin, writhe little sheep, writhe in front of the butcher (cue maniacal evil laughter here).
"With that attitude, you can rot your ass here all night!" he yelled.
With each word he spoke (yelled) he got closer to my face, his breath smelt like coffee and cigarettes mixed with fried pussy. I politely pulled my face back away from his, and proceeded with my verbal attack on him.
"On what charges ?" I asked.
He sneered at me again before smirking at me. "I don't always have to have a reason. Everyone already knows what type of business you do around here and no one will protest to your stay here" he chuckled at this. "Now stay put while I make a call"
He left the room and closed the door behind him. I almost tore down the whole room in my anger. That little just-hired-tranny-looking cop wants to fuck with me?! He has no idea who the fuck he's dealing with!
**30 mins later**
A new face came into the small room. Red head, blue eyes, lean build, seems straight enough. He peered at me curiously before a look of realization touched his face, but only for a second. He flipped through the little chart he had in his hand and stared blandly at it.
"You don't seem to have any records or info on you. Why is that? If I can recall, everyone working in this station has arrested you at least three times. Strange." He spoke quietly.
I was already annoyed that I had to stay here longer than I had to, and now this dumbass wants to come in and talk to himself?! I don't fucking think so.
"Oi! Who the fuck are you talking to?! Even if you were talking to me I still don't want to listen to your mouth speaking words! Get the fuck out of my sight!" I yelled.
He stopped doodling on the stupid chart and glared down at me (I'm sitting down). He pulled out a fine ass desert eagle so fast that I instinctly flinched at the fast movement, and the end of the barrel was pointed straight in the side of my head.
I chuckled and looked him straight in the eye. "Go on little sheep, nows your chance"
His finger placed itself on the lever, but he retracted the gun from its position and back into it's harness as fast as it came.
He glowered at me until he finally spoke. "Your not going to put me on the same level as these other bastards that'll put up with your bullshit. Unlike them, I don't care what happens to you nor who's doing it. To hell if I get locked up doing it myself"
I smirked up at him jingled the cuffs on my wrists in front of his face. "Do you honestly think I give a shit? I never have and I never will, I'm just offering a service. It's only logical that every need be met by men and women. I am that person who's willing to provide that service"
He surprisingly nodded at this, and tousled his hair alittle before walking out the door. What in the hell was that about?
Angel
My eyes fluttered open. Now that my senses were up and running, I was reminded that my back was in terrible condition. Whatever that bastard did to me...may cause me to never dance or walk again. I don't know this for sure (and god forbhappens whats actually wrong) ,but every time I move my back in any way it sends waves of agony throughout my body.
The pain was getting really intense now. If someone asked 'on a scale of one to ten how much does it hurt?' I'd punch them in the face and scream at them. This really fucking hurts. Tears came towards the corner of my eyes and escaped out and onto my cheeks.
Is Hinata even awake yet? I wonder how she's doing...
Ever since last night, I never got to take a real look around my surroundings. It was like out of a horror movie. Everything was dirty and disgusting, hell this bed I was laying on smelt like piss and had what looked like dried blood stains all over it. I wonder if this is where they torture people...
There was no need for that thought, great, I just scared the shit out of myself.
I lifted my head slightly to spare my back of any pain what so ever. From what I could see, Hinata was restlessly writhing in her sleep. I would go over to her and at least try to soothe her troubles ,but in this condition, I wasn't able to do anything.
Shit, I really had to piss. There would be no way in fucking hell would I risk my back trying to move around ,nor from what I could smell (even if my back was in normal condition) would I use the atrocious bathroom.
What was that? Air? There was a mild draft coming from somewhere in the mildly large place Hinata and I were being kept in. If there's air able to let itself into the building then there has to be a way out, otherwise, air wouldn't be able to get into the room. The question is, where is the draft coming from?
Lost Friend
The meeting was over and I felt relieved. I really needed to retire to my room and in my bed, but not before I collected my daily revenue from the girls.
On my way to the brothel that I owned, my cellphone rung. Rolling my eyes, I hastily picked up my phone as I walked briskly in the cold.
"This better be damn good" I growled.
"It is, and without this information you'd regret not hearing it"
The deep voice and straight-forwardness in his attitude let me know immediately know who it was. My right hand, Sasori.
"What's going on? Any trouble on your end?" I asked.
"No, and if you'd stop jinxing shit there won't be. Now listen, they've got the blood lord locked up in here. It's mainly for questioning ,but it's just harassment as usual. We met face to face awhile ago" he told me without missing a beat.
I nodded even though he couldn't see me. "And how did that go?" I asked.
He chuckled (first time I evr heard him do that). "He's tough, even when I was about to splatter his brains on the walls he still laughed in my face. He's prepared to die"
I smirked. "Well I have no problem helping him on his way, it'll be an honor anyway. Plus, for one he keeps taking up a lot of business in the other countries. We need big players on this board ,but his ass keeps getting in the way. I need him out of the way, I don't care what you do or how. Just make sure he's gone by at least next week or so" I commanded.
"Consider it done" He said.
Click. The dial tone rung loudly in my ear and I hung up my end. I was actually in a good mood now, my only rival in this city would fall beneath me.
Drug Lord
I laid my head down on the cool hard table in front of me. I used my red fur coat as a pillow while dreaming about the love of my life...her name was Veronica. She was the best out of them all, she chose me and I chose her. It was like we were destined to be together when I first laid eyes on her beautiful body. Sleek, well sculpted, a darkish brown hue, and was equipped with a red dot. Yes, the Barrett .50 Cal was my long lost love who I still missed to this very day.
She was such a beauty too. Interrupting my thoughts was a soft open and click of the door. All was pretty much quiet in the station except the hums of the computers and machines in the building. Great, I don't have the energy right now to verbally abuse anyone. The only thing on my mind now was catching some z's.
The door opened to reveal someone who looked exactly like my right hand, except older. He never told me he had a sibling or a twin ,when I asked about that he told me he had no family what so ever. No ties.
His long black hair was tied in a low ponytail with a thin red rubberband, his eyes were a dark blue hue, his coming in facial hair was stubby and choppy, his clothes were slightly ragged, and he smelt of cheap cigars.
He lit a cigar and puffed out a ring of smoke before talking to me, ha, reminds me of what I do before breaking off someone's fingers.
"So...we finally meet" he said finally.
I looked around for cameras and a microphone, maybe a damn script. "Yes, we finally meet...you speak as if you've been miraculously keeping tabs on me" I said making quote signs with my fingers.
He laughed, yeah I bet that was very funny. "We've all been keeping tabs on you, the only difference between me and them is that I'm the boss and I know everything"
I glared at him, my nostrils flared and I could feel my muscles tense up tight. When I get out of here...he'll be the first one I kill.
Sugar
This feels wrong. I feel like I'm awake already ,but my eyes were still closed. I couldn't see nor feel Sakura's presense. Where was she? Ugh..I feel so sluggish, like I'm moving in slow motion. Damnit, I'm not stupid nor do I want to believe it but I think I've been drugged or something. But how?
If that's true, then Sakura is most likely not here. They must have taken her somewhere, kami knows where. My whole body shook in fear, what if they were doing something horrible to her? What if...
My mind came up with all types of horrible possibilities, when I felt sleepy again. No, this can't really be happening. Someone tell me this is just some horrible dream.
Angel
I screamed hollered, kicked, punched, and scratched to the best of my ability. It was dark, maybe I'm blindfolded and before I knew it I was gagged. My ankles were tied together and so were my wrists, the way I was being carried made everything uncomfortable and pain worked around in my body from the ropes.
Small tears leaked down my cheeks, my attempts to get away were futile. One of the men, at least what sounded like a man began to speak.
"She's really violent" he said patting my rump. "That will soon change once she meets the person in charge, he'll straighten her out"
Like hell he will. I don't care who I'm up against, but I hope they know that I've got bills to pay, money to make, work to do, and cold poles that need dancing on. I can't let one selfish male get his way over me. That's not how it works.
A/N: I'm so glad I had typed so much a while ago or else this wouldn't be up today, lucky you guys :) I've been so tied up in the othe fanfictions that this one has been sorely neglected. Please remember that I'm one mind so it works slow at some times, so forgive me if your mad and you've been waiting. I'll try to get the next chapter out as soon as possible.