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A quiet whimpering was to be heard all over the cemetery. Dense fog hung over the graves, while light drizzle dripped onto the ground. A small lantern at the beginning of the cemetery donated light, so that long shades darted over the graves. The air smelled after wet earth and it was hard to breathe.
Carelessly a man was sitting on a gravestone wearing a long black coat. His black wet hair fell in his face and he accepted the cigarette that was passed to him from the left. With relish Sasuke Uchiha blew out the dense smoke and looked forward. A smirk appeared on his lips.
Naruto Uzumaki, his driver and at the same time respected friend on the left buried his hands in his black jacket. The look of the blonde was directed straight ahead. It was cold and one could see their one breath easily.
About five steps in front of him were Sabakuno Gaara and Nara Shikamaru. Bored Shikamaru was crouching on the ground and sipped on his black coffee; his black tracksuit top had got dirty since he had to drag the victim here. Crustily he looked up to his red-haired colleague. This guy had gone by motorcycle to the place of work and was holding a gun on the back of the victim's head for already some minutes.
The wet leather jacket moved with Gaara's shoulders, however, it seemed to make no difference to him. Briefly his head twitched. However, his eyes were still directed watchfully upon the victim.
"I would have thought you were more intelligent," hummed Shikamaru as he observed the man in front of him carefully. It was obvious that the man in front of him had reached his limit.
Now for over one hour he already was already digging up a grave, the wet earth beside him piled up, the heap became bigger and bigger and seemed to come to no end.
"You know, Sarutobi," noted Sasuke when his supplier snapped desperately for air. "You should have told us that your uncle is the president of Washington's FBI quarter. This would have saved me many incommodities."
Asuma turned round, his face was mud-smeared, sweat was running down his forehead, the spavin in his hand trembled. Up to the hip he already stood in the grave of an unknown person.
"I-I-I thought, this isn't that important …"
His voice was quiet, almost a whisper. Only too clearly one was able to hear his fear in his trembling voice. Sasuke sighed hard and shook indignant the head.
"Asuma, Asuma, I always thought, you and I would be good business partners. But as it looks, you had different opinion," Sasuke rose and smoked with relish his cigarette. His look was condescending, the eyes dark and unemotional.
Asuma gasped and hardly ventured to move, his heart was beating up to his neck. The steps of the Uchiha were vague and in the silence alarmingly loudly. "W-w-what are you talking about?"
Sasuke reached in his coat pocket and pulled out a gun, he scrutinized for a short moment the weapon in his hand affectionately, then his expression hardened and he explained: "Maybe the name de Cossions rings something?"
Confused Asuma looked at his former business partner, however, Sasuke couldn't be disconcerted.
From a safe source he knew that both daughters from de Cossions had disappeared, somebody from his circles had talked. The Uchiha had done everything in order to find the girls, so that nobody remained spared of the family, however, in this case exceptionally the FBI worked cleanly and the girls were untraceable.
Even before Asuma could answer something, Sasuke lifted his arm and fired. Nothing but a bang resounded over the cemetery. The body of the man fell down in the ditch that he had still dug up few minutes ago. Mud splashed him and rain beat on his lifeless face. Sasuke turned away from the corpse, the weapon disappeared again in his coat pocket and he took his cigarette from the corner of mouth.
"Bastard."
Naruto grinned broadly and already reached for a shovel, just as Shikamaru groaned: "He was able to dug his own grave, could he not take the mud again and close the grave when he dies?"
Gaara had to keep back a laughter and raised a cardboard with flowers. "Am I allowed to ask you something, Uchiha?"
Sasuke gave no answer what meant something like go ahead, ask now or you are dead.
"Your predilection to execute betrayer on the cemetery recently, does not have anything to do that you have seen Underworld – the movie in the cinema a few days ago?"
Gaara knew this vampire film only too well, because his brother had eaten a fool in the main actress.
Sasuke shrugged his shoulders and confessed: "It is a clean thing to get rid of some proofs. Sometimes one must just own a little imagination to do justice to his job."
Naruto carried a bit of earth in the ditch and laughed hoarsely.
Hell yes and sometimes it was uncanny how his boss found inspiration.
"Should we keep on tailing Sousei?" asked the blonde as uninterested as possible and Sasuke turned to Gaara and Shikamaru, because both performed the main work in this point.
The man for the upper society wheezed. "Actually, it doesn't make any sense. All the same where we follow the woman, she does the normal things."
"Shopping, cooking with friends, regular jogging in the park, nothing unusual", reeled off Gaara, internally he was fed up to follow his target all the time.
Sasuke moved once more his cigarette and nodded. "Alright, for my part, she glides of your list, would have also surprised me if there was something wrong with her."
Naruto kept a straight face, because for now two months he observed a strange change with his boss. The Uchiha looked oddly content, since he was together with this Izumi. His balance was also good for him in the job, he did not act any more dogged and icily, but chilly and well-thought.
Every now and then he had to tail them both during a date and he was surprised over and over again how happy lovers could be with an easy walk. Since this baseball play where something had happened between them the relation of the both had changed all of a sudden. Naruto held for better to think not further about it and not to interfere with the private life of his boss when he did not tolerate it.
"I would like that you prefer another employment than my nearness on Saturday."
Surprised the three hangmen looked at their boss, they never left him even one day unguarded during the last three years. Confused Naruto stammered: "What? We should take something like one day of holiday?"
It should sound like a joke, however, in view of the fact it sounded rather shocked than jocularly. Sasuke nodded easily and crooked his head; a cold smile adorned his lips. He didn't have to give his hangmen an explanation, so he was quiet about this subject and turned.
"Do your job, inform Hatake that a big deal waits for him, now that Asuma is dead and go home already."
Naruto, Shikamaru and Gaara exchanged looks; they all already knew when they looked at each other what the respective other thought.
The vague steps of their boss resounded on the cemetery again and with mixed feelings they looked after him as he disappeared through the fog more and more.
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Fast Izumi hurried to the door. Everywhere in the flat it smelt after food. Once more the doorbell rang; it was hard for her to keep a smile back.
Should she simply keep him waiting for a few minutes?
However, she knew, she should venture this, and then there would be immense annoyance afterwards. Quickly she threw once again a look in the mirror and checked if her hair was okay, before she opened, finally, the door and welcomed her visit beaming.
"On time as usual!"
She wanted to let Sasuke in the small flat, not free of charge she had bribed Tenten with an invitation for the expensive restaurant Yellow River, so that she had the flat for herself today.
Sasuke breathed a kiss on her lips: "Get your coat, today I have something special planned with you."
He already reached for her jacket, as Izumi started laughing: "Today I will go nowhere with you! At least, you have agreed and have proceeded voluntarily in my hands."
Sasuke smelt food that should expect him and pulled regretfully a look. "It hurts me in my soul, but your food will have to wait."
Outraged she wanted to press her hands in her hip; however, he was quicker and threw her over his shoulder. Before Izumi knew what he exactly planned with her, he walked in the kitchen, issued the stove and the hearthstones to decrease then again to the door and ran down the stairs.
"Sasuke, you cannot kidnap me so easily!"
As they arrived outside, it rained in streams, however, he ignored this completely. Just like her desperate attempts to escape from him. "Izumi please, don't call it kidnapping, call it taking-you-with-me rather."
"By force!" she exclaimed, now ordinarily she would break out in panic, however, meanwhile she knew that it was Sasuke's way to surprise her. He loved to throw her off. His action pointed in no manner to the fact that he had discovered her identity, as far as she knew him meanwhile. It was good to know, not to have to be afraid any more constantly when he threw her off.
Besides she was for uncertain reason she really liked being with him. Izumi couldn't describe the feeling that she had when she was with him, however, in any manner it was pleasant.
Hardly had he transported her in the sedan when the engine already jumped and she could put out his blond driver.
"Naruto!" she was thundering energetically, and the driver winced when he drove off. "Could you tell your boss that the fresh food what becomes mushy now in my kitchen had cost half of my monthly salary?"
Sasuke had dropped himself beside her and grinned "Let me surprise you, beautiful."
"Don't call me beautiful!"
Just as if somebody had pushed a button her cheeks became red and she wanted to decline. Easily confused Sasuke furrowed his eyebrows and she explained embarrassingly touched: "Beauty does not fit to me, I know that there are enough more beautiful women than me, so please don't call me this," while she explained this, a thick dumpling had spread in her neck.
A man had never called her 'beautiful', pretty maybe, but the definition 'beautiful' had a meaning much deeper for her.
A meaning she associated with love.
Strictly Izumi put her look on the ground of the car and didn't dare to look to the right, her fingers lay connected on her lap. Internally she fought with herself whether she should explain the meaning which had this word for her to him; however, still while she had the internal fight, she felt as he laid his arm around her shoulder and moved closer to her.
His cold fingers enclosed her chin and made her look in his dark-blue orbs directly. Surprisingly his features looked relaxed, nearly affectionately.
"And if I keep on calling you like this?" His voice was serious and Izumi reached for the hand that held on her chin, so that she could free herself of his piercing look. "You know, Izumi, these nice women you are talking about, do not interest me. You are what may be called beautiful in my eyes."
His words looked consciously elective and once more redness covered her cheeks.
Why he brought her over and over again from the ebullition?
Where from did he know what he had to say to make her feel unsafe?
Izumi swallowed and noted the light smile that lay on his lips. They approached her and few seconds later he already kissed her. Only in this gesture it became clear to her over and over again that he seemed to like her really. Izumi didn't know whether he described his feelings for her so, maybe it also was more than liking what he felt for her, she didn't know it. But maybe she should do the first step and find out it.
With a short look in the rear-view mirror Naruto observed the two passengers. An unknown feeling mixed with his watchfulness. He had never seen his boss and at the same time friend so relaxed. He seemed to feel fine and this didn't happen really often.
Naruto put the indicator and turned at a big crossroad. He only remembered too well how the era of his friend had begun. He would never be able to forget what he had seen on that day. The whole blood, many dead people, this everything had been the beginning of him what ruled now.
Cruelty.
The Uzumaki got creeps when he remembered how his friend had changed overnight. The kind student whom he had got to know changed into a monster without feeling, a monster that nobody dared to stop. In view of what had happened with his family, this did not surprise him, however, Naruto wished every now and then if nightmares struck him that there would never have been that awful incident.
Now then indeed their future would look different. Reluctantly the blonde remembered how it was, as a Sasuke left him the choice.
Life or death.
Sometimes he asked himself what would have been if he had decided differently. He would never have got to know the woman whom he loved; his hands would never have got in touch with blood. And he would never have provided for the fact that quite a lot of a high-powered politician were dead now. The carriage held and Naruto hoped that he succeeded in sounding neutral.
"We arrived."
Behind Sasuke freed himself of the young woman and helped Izumi in the alighting. The blonde pulled his hat deeper in the face and to him a change with his boss struck him once more. Since he knew this Izumi, the visits with other women had become rare, it was already as if they did not belong any more to his life. It was as if there had never been escapades of his side.
Izumi furrowed her eyebrows, because they had stopped at a big department store of the name Anyalis. Till present she knew the interior equipment of this luxury business only from the television. Sasuke passed her his hand and she accepted. Unerringly he led her to the entrance where already a sort of page detained the big glass door in a deep-blue uniform.
"You know when we were in the cinema and I had look at these terribly pretty bloodsucker-"
"His name was Michael Corvin, Sasuke." Izumi had to smile and looked around with big eyes.
A huge luster hung on the receipt, everywhere she could put out shop assistants who waited only to be allowed to talk with them.
"Well … in any case it was about the fact that you swarmed that the ball dress resembled your evening dress for the auction, you know, the auction on which I wanted to take you with me." He took the coat from her and passed him together with his one to another page. "Really Izumi, such an evening dress should be forbidden!" Even as she wanted to protest, the black-haired already talked further: "I don't want to imagine at all of what bad material it was produced."
The FBI agent rolled her eyes, due to the sound of her companion she was able to hear that he permitted a joke to himself. Gently he pulled her with him, while they went through the different departments and Izumi was only able to admire the luxury, she caught a look at the clock. "Tell me, aren't these stores already closed?"
Sasuke was quiet, whereupon she became a little nervous, because she anticipated why the department store was still open. "You …"
"For me a those shops never close," he informed when she still looked for the right words that she was able to throw at him.
"But, nevertheless, we could also have gone shopping during the day!" Izumi was obviously disagreeable that many people still had to work only because of her.
Sasuke stopped, they were already in the department for evening clothes and amused he found out how the young woman looked around on his side. "Please do me the favor and let me spoil you."
She sighed and a shop assistant hurried towards them to present to her the big choice of clothes. "I think really nicely of you that you sacrifice yourself thus for me!"
"Sacrifices is a little understatement."
Izumi punched him lightly in the ribs and continued: "But don't you believe that you yourself have also earned a small surprise once?"
Doubtfully Sasuke looked down at her; a perfidious smile adorned her lips. Affectionately she glided over his cheek. "Come on, Sasuke if you spoil me, I would want to spoil you too."
While she spoke so delightfully with him, she pushed him a little from the department. "Now you drink a tasty cappuccino and in just 1 hour I am ready, alright?"
The Uchiha didn't like the proposal, only reluctantly he left her alone, finally, he didn't know what would come up to him. He looked over her head and briefly scrutinized the shop assistant who waited in a sure distance, internally he sighed deeply. "Alright. However, you better not make nonsense and look afterwards like –"
He interrupted himself, because the young woman in front of him looked at him threateningly. Briefly she breathed a kiss on his cheek and then walked away from him "Would you mind leaving us alone then?"
Sasuke wanted to express outrage just when it became clear that it was the first time in his life that a woman treated him like that. Indifferently he walked away and noted that Izumi didn't let him out of her sight. She turned round only to the shop assistant when he was out of sight.
"Listen…", the redhead started to explain friendly. "Unfortunately, I have no idea of clothes, quality and thus, so I hope that you can help me a little bit with your good taste."
The shop assistant who already counted nearly 50 years smiled and nodded as she asked her to come with her to the cloakroom. "I would need your clothes size and your favorite colors."
Izumi considered couple of minutes, finally, she answered: "No, please don't give me clothes after my predilections. Could you not look after something what would fit to Mr. Uchiha, so if I carried it?" With the words she became a little red, it was embarrassing for her anyhow to be accompanied by such a good-looking man.
The shop assistant nodded slowly and scrutinized her once again from the top to the bottom. "Completely?"
Though Izumi did not know what the nice woman meant with it, but she simply nodded. Shortly a dress was already presented to her after the next. With luminous eyes she examined these wonderful pieces, however, the shop assistant shook every time energetically her head.
Violet did not fit her, pink also not and white looked painful too.
"What you need, is something remarkable, something unique!" Energetically she snapped with her fingers, then she rushed from the big cabin and came again seconds later with a new dress.
When she held it up, so that Izumi could look at it better, her breath. It was green, really vibrating green and strapless.
"Oh well, I think it is better if the dress goes only scarcely up to your knees, because otherwise your long legs would not be properly effective", explained the shop assistant "The color would let you stand out from the crowd, believe me, 80 percent of all female ladies will wear in this evening black or white and remaining 20 percent are already so old that they will fall back on beige."
Izumi got up and touched the green material, it felt so soft that she wished flatly, it would be no dress but bedclothes. Below where her bosom would be were three rows of white pearls embroidered and the end of the swinging skirt showed her legs off.
"I-I would not know at all which shoes, hairstyle or underwear I should wear in addition," she confessed embarrassingly touched, however, this brought the shop assistant not from the ebullition. Instead, she smiled friendly and spoke confidently: "This might be no problem, only you should tell your company discreetly that it could last a little longer than one hour."
A relieved smile crept over Izumi's face and she reached for her mobile phone, internally she hoped that Sasuke could be still held out so long. If she really succeeded to make a real surprise to him, then, finally, she would be able to enjoy a small.
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Furiously Kiba ran through the corridors of the FBI. In his right hand he held an act. He stamped in the door of the office that he shared with his colleagues.
He banged the act on the table in front of two present colleagues, so that Ino looked at him irritated. "Listen, we aren't responsible for your bad mood."
Sometimes it was more than only nerve-wracking to work together with men. Till present they weren't able to narrow the circle of the suspects, so that their mood sank. 41 people were it and would remain it also.
Only alone Shino remained calm. "What is that scandalous?"
Kiba opened the folder and spoke with clear stress: "De Cossions …" He held to them a picture of a man of middle age, his temples were lightly grey, but otherwise he could still be called an extremely attractive man.
"Dead!" Kiba was thundering, so that it hunted Ino creeps over her back.
"Pitt dead, McKenzie dead, de la Croix dead, Clooney dead, Sheen dead, Damon dead, Aniston dead, Jolie dead..."
Shino took the warrants of apprehension of the men; anyhow he got the feeling as if Uchiha exchanged his whole cadre. "Where has one found their corpses?"
Contemptuous snorting slipped out of Kiba and he dropped himself on a chair. "In graves. Hey guys, the FBI let on all cemeteries dig up suspicious graves, because since newest it seems to be Uchiha's hobby to accompany his victims on a cemetery, they allow to dig up there their own grave and then to shoot them. Then one leaves the hole after they have closed it and the corpse has disappeared!"
Ino trembled; a cold shiver ran down her back, this man was much more than only brilliant. His cruel imagination showed that he was able to do far more than one credited him.
"Should we tell Izumi about it?"
"No.", Shino said and turned away from the warrants of apprehension. "It would make her only nervous as she already is."
Uncertainly Kiba and Ino exchanged looks, to them it was kind of a problem to hide certain facts from her colleague, and finally, she should also remain on the newest status. However, about that seemed Shino had no thought. He strode up to his desk and sat down in front of his PC.
The other deaths who decorated now also an act in the gigantic shelves had only shown him too clearly that their target became cheekier and cheekier. However, against every rule the monster cannot be detained and till present Izumi still had been able to steer nothing useful in addition.
Of course he understood that it was after 2 ½ months still awfully difficultly for them not to endanger Uchiha's trust. Nevertheless, Shino gave respect to her, because she seemed to play her role more than only perfectly, because that Uchiha really showed big interest in her.
"Meanwhile I think that his three hangmen must particularly be a special," he heard Kiba grumble. "I mean, are they all three thick mates or what? One could almost mean, they know themselves since the university or something similar!"
Shino solidified in his movements. Something rattled in his brain, because the word university had released something with him. His core shook when he slowly went to the shelve and took out that list which originated in the evening, as Izumi was in the baseball stadium with Uchiha. Erratic he leafed, until he paused, finally.
His stomach cramped when he looked at the face of a young man. His blond hair stood off in all directions and guileless blue eyes stared at him.
Naruto Uzumaki
The name itself said nothing him, still Shino felt that he, finally, was right. Quick he threw a look at the curriculum vitae, until he had found, finally, what he searched. University Orlando American, main focus mathematics, physics and technology. Once more he stepped back to his desk.
Internally Shino forced himself, because if now he would start to become inattentive, he would commit a mistake. Skilled his fingers darted over the keyboard, his eyes were directed stiffly upon the screen. The last mouse click and he had what he searched.
The curriculum vitae of the Uchiha.
With knocking hearts the FBI agent searched it, his expression admitted no emotion. Only when the dumpling started to free itself in his neck, a contented smile adorned his lips. Finally, he had a track, one with which he could be sure that he was right. From 41 people who had called up on that day in the vicinity had stepped exactly one with Uchiha closer in contact and this was this Uzumaki.
Shino looked after no doubt about the fact that both had to know each other. And if now everything was not deceptive, Uzumaki would have to stay in the company of his former co-student. Work there or do other things. There was only a possibility to find out whether he had kept right and this was checking.
Shino got up and took his jacket of the hook. Irritated Ino and Kiba looked at him, however, he said nothing and walked purposefully out of the office, they didn't get around to asking. He would have to plan everything exactly, so that nothing failed. He would this time them do everything alright and then there were only few meters from them to Uchiha and his arrest.
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Uncertainly a young woman scrutinized herself in the mirror. The shoulder-long hair looked short now, because it had got locks. However, Izumi could not deny that her splendor looked now really pretty. Without any clips and jeweler the whole still looked a little extreme and anyhow more exotic. The green dress cuddles up advantageously to her curves and stressed how the shop assistant had said, her long legs.
In the shoes she could run really well, she admired the woman whom she had discussed. Their knowledge for the upper society was an advantage really. A car honked from outdoors and she turned away from her own reflexion.
Quick she reached for her coat and her handbag. A look at the clock told her that he was punctual, as usual. Carefully she walked the stairs to the front door down and was surprised when she found Naruto. He grinned in a good mood and pulled his hat before her.
"Forgive me, Miss Sousei, but Mr. Uchiha sends his apologies, unfortunately, he already had to appear a few hours earlier on the auction, because there were a few negotiations difficulties."
He helped her in the car and noted: "A really nice dress, you have a good taste."
Izumi had to laugh when he started the engine and slowly left the street. Meanwhile she had got used to the car and did not feel any more all too strange on the high-quality leather seats. "Don't say this. The shop assistant was so nice and has prepared me emotionally already for this event. Where does it take place, actually?"
"In the villa of a lawyer. The name is Steward, tells you certainly nothing."
The Sousei considered, indeed, he was unknown to her. Her gaze fell outward; from the corner of her eye she could see how the driver observed her. Somehow she didn't feel comfortable anymore. At least, she could imagine why he looked at her thus scrutinizing, although he was always friendly to her. She deeply sighed: "I understand your position towards myself."
Surprised Naruto looked at her and stopped before a traffic light. "You mean?"
"Well …" The young woman looked for the right words. "I am not certainly the only woman whom you drive every day at wishes of your superior through the area."
Naruto swallowed hard, she had noted his looks and had caught therefore. Indeed, he also recognized that she looked unsafe. However the blonde smiled amused: "Thus I would not see this, Miss Sousei. You know when I started to work with Mr. Uchiha, he was really a regular Casanova, but since just two months he seems to prefer a quiet evening with bath and television."
Izumi felt obviously unnerved and answered nothing, whereupon the driver simply wide talked. "I would say, I have to owe it to you that I lately have to push no more extra hours."
She blushed and declined. "You only pretend this certainly."
The carriage held and Naruto got out to detain the door for her, besides, he winked and confessed: "You know, Mr. Uchiha seems to like you very much, because, otherwise, he would not have given to himself the trouble to book a whole department store for you."
Izumi accepted his hand by the alighting and thanked for the help.
"If you dance tonight with him, think of my words," with it Naruto said goodbye and Izumi threw for the first time a look at the beaming villa in front of herself.
She had to go through a big labyrinth, before she could reach the entrance. However, before she could even enter the garden, from her the coat and the pocket were taken, one assured her that it was not cold in the garden and Izumi already found out after few meters that they were right. Very confidently she put a foot after another.
Sasuke liked her …, however could she trust the words of a driver?
At the same time, however, the redhead found out for herself that this guy had to know it since, he spent most time with Sasuke.
The young woman stopped.
What if the driver was not only driver, but also a friend?
This would mean in plain English that Naruto had to know the three hangmen of his superior. Or what if he was even himself one of them?
Energetically she bit her lower lip, why she had not come to conclusion before? She had to point out her colleagues absolutely to keep an eye on Naruto.
"Did you get lost, Miss Sousei?"
The voice frightened Izumi so that she could only suppress with effort a sharp shout. Directly behind her a young man stood in the uniform of a butler. She tried to be friend and not to let mark that he had torn her from her thoughts and this extremely brutally.
"Not directly, but you could tell me, how I can come to the host dire-" She interrupted herself, because something in this butler made her hesitate. The redhead looked at him more thoroughly, because the stature seemed to her famously, also the voice. The butler smiled at her lightly and then it fell her like shed of her eyes. "Thank you for frightening me, Kiba!"
Her colleague pulled a face "Sorry it was no intention. I wouldn't be here, but Ino insisted on the fact that you have at least once a week strengthening on your side. What has told you that it is me, actually?"
Izumi crossed her: "You have addressed me directly with my name. 'Miss Sousei'. May I know how a butler can know all guests?"
He hit his forehead and quietly cursed. "Oh damn! No word to Shino otherwise he will start to question my skills!"
She had to smile, it was good to talk, finally, once again with somebody in front of her whom one did not have to pretend in any manner. However, fast the joy lay down again, it was a risk what they did here, finally, they ran in the constant danger to fly up.
She pulled him down to herself and whispered: "I would like you to keep an eye on Naruto Uzumaki, he could know who the three hangmen are."
Izumi could feel that the complete body of her colleague hardened, because he swallowed hard and looked at her seriously. She had to have thrown off him completely. The FBI agent nodded scarcely, then she found again back in her role. "What did you say, how can reach the host?"
Kiba had a tough time to put up his identity and he stammered: "T-t-the next one right and then straight ahead and then turn left then with the fourth crossroad."
Izumi thanked and then continued her way, still she could feel the look of her colleague. With this small news she had embarrassed him too much. Hopefully he did not behave in any manner conspicuously.
She kept to the road description and stepped few minutes later out of the labyrinth. A sea of lampions applied in front of her and she noted that on the huge terrace already some loaded guests romped about.
Quiet music played in the background and several waiters welcomed her, while one offered a glass of champagne to her. The young woman interfered very unobtrusively among the people and marveled at the inside of the villa. From the terrace one came directly to the sitting room what resembled now a reception room.
Everything shone in a beaming white, only the pieces of furniture contrasted by expensive leather armchairs and fine marble tables. The shop assistant had kept right, about half of the present guests carried black or white, above all the female part.
Elegant and still simple.
She herself stung from the amount out like a sore thumb what conjured her a light redness on the cheeks. Izumi left behind the sitting room and turned round searching for her company.
The further she went, the more unwell she felt. Since everyone seemed to know where he belonged. Internally she sighed quietly and put down her glass, meanwhile she was in the tea room and heard some older ladies blithering cheerfully and exchanging the newest clap.
Izumi observed a small group which had sat down in a corner and sipped pleased at their tea. In spite of the advanced age they looked extremely attractive.
Maybe, however, these were even imaginations, because the whole jewelry and the expensive clothes could also change only the surface a little. Izumi asked herself whether it could maybe concern a really effective cream which the ladies all used to keep pace her appearance.
She turned away her look and held to wide look out after a black-haired young man, called Sasuke.
"Mademoiselle, can I help you with something maybe?"
Izumi noted the man to her right and smiled friendly. He carried a deep-blue suit which sat like tailor-made in his body; however, the really most remarkable in him was his hair. At first she had believed, they would be of silver, however, the longer she looked at him, it was the more probably that they were actually grey.
"Yes, I am looking for Mr. Uchiha. Do you know where he is maybe?"
The stranger smiled and put away his wineglass. "May I ask why?"
"He has invited me to accompany him." Izumi knew that she sounded like a teenager; however, at the moment she had really other worries than a man whose name did not know them yet to preserve position. "Only something interfered him when he wanted to take me, which is why we wanted to meet here."
The man nodded and offered his arm to her. "If you permit, I will lead you to him.".
Uncertainly she laid his hand on the arm and followed him. "As it looks, your company does not seem to be able to break loose from his pursuers."
They stepped together in a big hall, before they walked a huge stair which owned a wing to two sides up.
"To pursuers? Do you mean also yourselves?", it should sound like a joke, however even as Izumi had pronounced the following sentence, she realized icily that it could absolutely be that the man also had mud some sort of dark side. However, to her surprise the man got her joke and laughed.
"No, no, you misunderstand me. Mr. Uchiha and I are active in two different branches. I work for the medical organization of human rights. They already know the one Dr. Garrigan has founded, in order to support underdeveloped countries."
The name Garrigan was familiar to her and, nevertheless, the face in front of her remained unknown. "I guess, you are also a doctor."
"Not directly, I do not operate any more, but I take care after the different devices of treatment and drugs. My name is Dr. Kakashi Hatake, by the way."
"Izumi Sousei."
They had meanwhile reached the first floor and once more she had to orientate herself. !If you are with Mr. Uchiha here, you're sort of his ticket for a quiet evening."
He smiled at his words, which is why Izumi wanted to know more exactly and the man confessed. "You know, your company is surely liked with the other gender of the higher society. I mean, every father hopes that his daughter would have a boyfriend like Mr. Uchiha."
Izumi could easily imagine how all the girls were running after Sasuke however even before she could express herself further, a butler detained to them a heavy wooden door and they entered a big spacious library.
A heavy smell confronted her.
She could recognize that several men had met and stood in groups together. Almost each of them moved in a cigar and, besides, represented energetically his opinion. Surprised Izumi found out that all age groups were together, differently than with the ladies.
Unerringly Mr. Hatake led her through the big space, before he nodded to a group of men who stood next to the huge windows. Izumi let go of his arm and thanked politely, then she strode up to the group. She recognized her company and noted that he had also seen her.
Izumi smiled, however, and then she stopped. Since the expression of the Uchiha changed, the closer she came to him.
From disinterest, to joy and, finally, to surprise.
Was something wrong?
He came up to her and she had to admit herself that he looked once again wonderful in the suit. The black formed a unity with his hair, but a contrast to his skin. However, before Izumi could further deal with his appearance, his face attracted all her attention once more.
The surprised had disappeared and the emotionless look had returned. It was that expression that had accompanied them in the first evening on the yacht.
Had his emotion been just possibly an imagination?
No, Izumi couldn't believe that. Izumi's hands got cold, walking towards her was exactly the man, she had to tail, to watch, to seduce, to spy on. The Sasuke who had joked a few days ago cheerfully with her had disappeared again, and a self-controlled businessman was left.
However, why was it just been sure that he had lost his attitude?
Did it lie possibly really in her appearance?
Was Naruto really right with his statement and something lay within her?
Now Sasuke stood directly in front of her and she noted strange lights in his dark eyes. Internally everything shook again in her what was wrong?
Why was she so nervous again?
His cold fingers raised her chin and softy lips briefly lay down on her. "You look breathtaking, my beautiful."
The words hunted shivers down her back.
It cost Izumi any control that she owned to smile at him. She hoped that it looked as real as possible and answered: "I told you it is a surprise."
Sasuke glided her affectionately over the cheek, it seemed to him to make no difference whether they were observed or not. "You have my respect, the long waiting has been worthwhile. You look like pure seduction."
"And you look like Adonis in human form." To her it was unusual that he whispered her words in the ear that sounded like a sin.
Nevertheless, Sasuke was content with what he heard from her and laid her hand on his arm. "Before you compare me furthermore to some gods, I would like to introduce to you some friends."
He turned round again and put on his well-known look again. Izumi didn't want to admit it, but slowly it became clear to her that his smile, his flattering words, even only his whole humanity were determined for her all alone.
While she walked towards the unknown group, with a man on her side who appeared to her still like a myth after months her steps became saver and saver.
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Hidden in a well animated street a man leant against a shop-window disc. Shino stretched the cap deeper in his face and surged up the collars of his jacket. His eyes rested without a break on the big company building in front of him.
He had gone through all possible facts the whole day and he was sure to find unequivocal proofs in the company of their target. He would get a search warrant at the earliest in one week, however, thus long he could not wait, moreover, he would endanger with it his colleague needlessly. For the case that today should fail a little bit he had took all possible measures, even if he was sure that they were unnecessary.
Still it was clever to let prevail care as forbearance. A look at the clock showed him that it was the time. Light burnt only in the upper floors, however, from a reliable source Shino knew that it was fake. In fast steps he crossed the street and buried the hands in his trouser pockets.
As planned somebody left directly in front of him the company, which is why the door stood far open. In view of the late hour nobody more worked on the receipt. The scanty light reflected him on the marble tiles. Shino's figure was dark what he had intended, because in bright clothes he would be seen to easily in a place like this.
A quick look through the dark receipt hall with the big tinted windows told him that the space was video supervised. With two steps he was in the dead corner and maintained this kind of the locomotion. Now it was a matter only of finding out where the office of the Uzumaki was.
If he was really one of three hangmen, the likelihood insisted to 80 percent that he himself had to have as a driver access to all possible data. As soon as Shino had reached the lift, he pulled a small device from his jacket pocket. It had the size of a mobile phone, however, his function was quite another.
The FBI agent reached in his side pocket which was in his trousers and a spanner came out of it. Capably he came along to the work to screw on the figure sheet for the lift. The doors closed and waited for his further instruction.
However, this had time.
The figure sheet was hardly away, he attached the small mobile phone-shaped device and it pointed his true function. Shino sometimes didn't come round to admit that it was an advantage to be a technology genius.
The small device stored away important data and had at the same time access to everything what was as virtually important in this company. When a small green lamp lighted up, Shino separated the device again. Everything shook in him. If he acted now correctly, they had taken an immense step forward. He looked on the information which could not be kept from him now any more. A contented smile darted over his lips.
His small device or the UC-PC had stored away thus everything what could help him. All together a computer was in the company on which probably most proofs of Uchiha's misdeeds were to be found and this was the computer of the boss himself. Then there was to expect another three ones which gave up a high memory status. To find out further details he had to potter about in one of three PCs.
Shino looked for the way with the help of the UC-PC and went directly to the eighth floor. The FBI agent tried to hide the shivering of his hands and clenched his hand to a fist. Now the excitement might overcome him. The lift stopped and Shino made sure that he could also move in the dead corner. Even if he maybe did not look in such a way, nevertheless, he knew how one had to behave in case of special burglaries. Three years with a special unity had made a many-sided agent out of him.
His breath went unexpectedly quietly. Also when he reached the office he was looking for, he was calmness himself. The door was concluded what should show no other obstacle for him. He activated his UC-PC once more; this generated a sort of magnetic stripe that he could pull then through the appropriate slit, so that the door jumped open.
Shino didn't dare to switch on the light, however because he could recognize the outlines of the pieces of furniture, he was content with it and strode up quietly to the desk. Except a desk, a book shelve and couch he could recognize nothing else.
The young FBI agent sat down in front of the PC and let his UC-PC guess the password as well as all other safety measures he had to overcome. It seemed to him like half an eternity, until the computer had started and he had access to all possible data.
As the small device on his side gave its okay, Shino took a deep breath. He was only a few keys away from his aim, unintentionally his heart started to beat even faster. As by itself his fingers darted over the keyboard.
Besides, his eyes were nearly stuck on the screen. The data rushed along him and the environment disappeared. Only his heartbeat was to be heard. The information that was on this computer was worth a lot and would quiet all defenders of the Uchiha.
Even with McTennille, Uchiha's top lawyer he would have no chance. Shino's expression became abusive. Finally, he could allow accusing the murderer of his fiancée. After infinite time her death would be avenged.
He clicked with the mouse in a promising folder and his heart made unintentionally a hop.
More than 45 orders for three hangmen had been stored here. They all should be explained during the next three months and he couldn't exclude it yet that still some would not come in addition.
Shino's eyes darted over the table and he made the whole one pack up to e-mail. As if he was obsessed he wanted to provide for the fact that his colleague received this information. He knew that Kiba would react immediately, as soon as he would find the mail in his folder.
"Would you mind telling me what you are doing here?"
The cold barrel of a gun lay down on Shino's temple and he solidified in the midst of his movement. He was only two clicks away to send off the mail. His breath faltered and his hands got cold immediately.
The FBI agent hardly dared to see aside, sweat ran down his forehead. The ugly smell of smoke confronted him. Beside him stood a man with a longer brown hair. Even before Shino had properly scrutinized him, the light was switched on and a second man was in the room.
This one had dark red hair and seemed astonished also a little to discover him here. Both looked entirely different and, nevertheless, Shino could recognize that both were surrounded by something that made them similar again to each other. No doubt, before him were two of the three hangmen.
Shikamaru looked on the screen, surprised at the fact that someone had dared generally to penetrate so far, he examined the man in front of him. "Little one, I believe we have a big fish of the FBI here."
Gaara grinned abusively; his trains accepted a foreign hardness. In vague steps he came up to his colleague. "Nevertheless, I have told you that somebody puts his nose too deeply in our matters."
Shikamaru sat down on the desk right before Shino, as he still held the gun incessantly on his victim. The calmness of the intruder told him that he dealt with an expert. "Who has helped you to get in here?"
Shino kept quiet, nobody. However, apparently both hangmen thought that among them was an informant.
Gaara noted the small UC-PC and tore it away of the computer. With interest he scrutinized the thing and spoke: "Do you mean, the boss leaves that thing to me?"
"Only if you work cleanly," noted Shikamaru and crocked his head thoughtfully. He seemed have no interest in the UC-PC.""What do you think, what should we do with our little guest here?"
The redhead noted the cynical grin of his colleague. "No idea, tell me."
Shikamaru's eyes were glittering and he quietly whispered: "I thought about something new for our oh so dear friends of the FBI."
Shino swallowed hard and his fingernails dug into the leather upholsterer, his hands turned white. He had to get out of here, or, he was dead.
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