The Promise
written by yamanana
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, Kishimoto Masashi does. Darn...
Summary: Uzumaki Naruto has a big secret, he is a kagema. Much to his dislike he is also a very wanted one too. Why doesn't he stop? Well he has a promise that he will not break so night after night he has to submit himself to the carnal desires of people who will pay the most for him. These people who do have a great deal of power and money to back them, people who have plans too. And Naruto finds himself caught in the middle of all of this. See his adventures as he tries to keep his promise a secret as he is thrust into political games, where his actions could cause war or bring peace...
A/N: Okay please be patient with me! I kinda lost touch with this story but here is what I have so far! Anyway I hope that you like this but you have to bear with all the OC's but I really need them to keep the story going. And I promise that most of them won't have lasting parts. So on with the story!
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Hello Kyuubi speaking
Chapter Eight
(Location: KaiShun's Fashion Show; Time: Saturday evening)
Mulling about an empty room, Naruto detached himself from the chaos that was now the Dragon Café. As he had walked in the doors he had to use all his ninja speed to jump out of the way of a speeding wardrobe assistant running to get the outfits to all the other models. The café had turned into a madhouse. There were only about twenty different models that actually made the cut with KaiShun, but all of those models had two makeup artists and about three wardrobe assistants in attendance. Naruto separated himself from the crowd when he couldn't find KaiShun. All that was left to do was to be registered. Seeing an open door Naruto slipped into an unused back room. The room was just a back storage room that the café owners had put broken chairs and old boxes. Dust covered everything, obviously the room was too small to use for the Fashion show. 'This is a perfect place to get ready, well at least release the jutsu.'
Quickly creating a bunshin, Naruto undid the genjutsu. Unfortunately for him he did not think to bring another set of clothes. His orange jumpsuit was a bit too small for him normally. "Aww what the hell, these people don't even know me and I doubt that they will ever see me again." Naruto said as he only took off his orange jacket; his black undershirt was a little tight and his pants a little short.
Putting his game face on Naruto stepped out from the small room and back into the tangle. Yet this time as he made his way through the throng several women stepped back, their faces reddening slightly. This time he was not just another face in the crowd, this time his face had meaning and beauty. 'Too bad that I can't do this in Konoha... I wonder what Sasuke would say when I stole all of his fangirls from him hmm-? That would sure put a stick up his ass...' He thought to himself when his perfected sexy glance along with a small smile set a group of young models giggling.
The sign up table was a small thing situated near the front of the café. Although most of the other models had already been registered, (of all the lines of names on the page all but two were crossed out) Naruto walked up and proudly stated, "Uzumaki, Naruto."
The woman that was sitting at the table was slightly middle aged, small round glasses rested on the edge of her nose and the beginnings of wrinkles had begun to touch her eyes. Yet she was still very attractive. Long brown hair, not a speck of grey, cascaded down her back, and her form proved that she worked out regularly. She looked up and her eyes widened when she saw who was speaking to her. The woman grabbed a button that had the number twenty on it. "Uzumaki-san? Ah yes... KaiShun-sensei mentioned you... Okay you are number twen-."
"EXCUSE ME! I refuse to be last! I demand that you place me before this hooligan!" A shrill voice said from behind him.
Naruto turned around and saw that a small petit girl holding a very large handbag was the one who had been speaking. The girl had long black hair that was obviously well taken care of, large expressive brown eyes, and perfect porcelain skin, her looks giving her a doll like quality. Her body was toned and she had a few good "assets".
"I will not be last! I demand that you place me before this... this person right now! Mimori is never last!" 'Mimori' said as she stomped up to the registration table.
'One would think that she would be such a nice and cute girl, at least until she opened her mouth! I don't think that I have ever seen anyone this self absorbed wait maybe I have...' Naruto thought to himself as a mass of pink and blond hair assembled in his mind. Apparently the registration lady was thinking along the same lines. "I am sorry miss but you have arrived after Mr. Uzumaki here and you will have to wait."
Black anger spread across Mimori's face when she heard this. "WHAT?! You dare put ME in the same class as this fool?!" She practically screamed as she pointed at Naruto.
"Young lady! I don't think that you understand how things work around here!"
"I think that you don't understand who I am!"
"I am pretty sure that I know who you are! You are a-!"
By this time the people in the near vicinity were beginning to become curious about what all the ruckus was. The blond understanding that he did not want a scene to be made quickly said, "Here, go ahead, you can be before me."
His calm voice stopped the argument as the two women turned and looked at him. "I mean that I don't mind if I am the last one." 'Being 'Dead Last' can cure anyone of worrying about being last.'
"There you heard him, put me down now." Mimori said as she grabbed the button that was in Naruto's hand and walked away.
Once the main arguing had stopped everyone turned away and continued with their business. "Well Mr. Uzumaki, I am sorry that you had to see that. I was warned about her... Kanzaki Mimori . She is really pretty and she has some real experience in the modeling world. What she has in looks she lacks in manners. Mind you that not very many people know about her flaw, she has an amazing acting ability. That's what makes her so successful." The woman said as she grabbed another pin that read twenty one.
"I don't mind. I understand that there are people like that in the world and we just have to adapt to the situation. You can't argue all the time; else you'll get nothing done." Naruto said with a slight shrug.
"That is very professional of you. Well here you go." Naruto reached out and grabbed the pin.
"Thank you, and I'm sorry but I don't think that I caught your name."
"Of course, you may call me Asami, Kurimi Asami."
"Well Kurimi-san, it has been a pleasure, but I think that I need to hurry and get ready. Umm... where do I go from here?"
"You will head down to the bottom down there and find the station that reads twenty one, yes the same as your number. There you will find your assistants and they will get you ready."
"Cool thanks." Naruto said as he winked and ran off to find his station.
(Scene change; Location: Konoha headquarters in Fire Capitol; Time: Still Saturday evening)
"I think that is all Hyuuga-san. It has been quiet here ever since your team showed up." Haruki (the Konoha nin with the glasses, see chapter six) said.
"That makes our job a little bit easie-...?" Neji stopped as another Konoha nin appeared.
"Haruki! We have a problem! We just intercepted a message that states that there is an attack planned for the Fashion Show tonight!" The nin said slightly out of breath.
"What?!" Neji and Haruki said in unison.
"A message was just intercepted a few minutes ago that there is an attack to be waged on the Fashion Show, the one being held by the designer KaiShun. The only detail is that the attack will be signaled by the 'crowning' of the winner." The nin quickly explained.
'Naruto! He wants to win the grand prize!' "Haruki-senpai, I think that Uzumaki Naruto will be endanger. He is currently partaking in the contest. I honestly don't know how well he will do but he will be sorely outnumbered when these rogue nin do decide to attack." Neji said.
"I understand your worry, but I am afraid that we can't do much. A wide scale attack will send the people into a panic. Unlike in Konoha the citizens here are not used to mass evacuations. On top of that this might cause Daruyama to flee if she knows that there are Konoha nin on her trail. To show our cards now might only put your group in more trouble on down the road. It is best to keep the focus here in the capitol and not on the lone groups carrying the Treaty."
"I understand your logic, I just don't think that Naruto would think this out as thoroughly. When he sees a problem he will jump right in and try to fix it himself regardless of the consequences. He can really be troublesome that way. We don't want him starting a battle in the middle of the Fire capitol. All stealth will be thrown out the window."
"He is a difficult one... Hyuuga-san. I am sending you and Kakui here down to the Fashion Show... Since the attack shouldn't start until the winner is announced, you two need to infiltrate and position yourselves to intercept the attackers. If you can try to fill in Uzumaki-san on the details when you meet up with him It might be good that he is on the inside."
"Hai." Kakui responded.
"Of course."
Haruki grabbed a pair of wireless headsets and tossed them to the two nin in front of him. "Okay be careful and I will post ninja on the borders of the capitol. I will also send word to Konoha."
With that both Neji and Kakui vanished in a puff of smoke.
(Scene Change, Location: KaiShun's Fashion Show; Time: Saturday evening)
"WELL! Ladies and Gentlemen! You are all in for a good show tonight! All the pieces that you will see here have not been released to man kind yet. You all will see the making of history! For you see most of my work had been solely for the rich and the privileged, (they can pay more!) but I decided that I did not want to give my creations to a few. So I created this line of clothing that is made in the mind of the common people! Everything here you will be able to find in the upcoming months in you favorite department store! Everything here will be available at low prices so that everyone here will be able to show of a bit of KaiShun's genius! So with out much further ado... I bring you the models!" KaiShun finished with a grand flourish.
The spotlight moved from his form at the top of the balcony and moved toward the runway strip. The actually runway was just an extension of the stage, seeing that this was a theater in all. The seating for those on the floor had to be totally re-done, but now the work that was done made the room look magnificent. The theater could probably hold two thousand people. A rather large number for a fashion show, but tonight the place was filled. As KaiShun sat down the woman next to him commented, "Well you have really out done yourself here. I honestly didn't think that this show would go over. I am glad that this arrangement has proven profitable for the both of us."
"Of course Yama-hime, have a little trust in KaiShun."
"Well let's now see these models..." Daruyama said as she sat back in her seat.
"You won't be disappointed..."
Focusing on the runway the lights changed and the music started. Noted to be the Spring collection the models came out one by one each in a different outfit, each outfit causing the audience to give off oohs and awws. Each of the audience members had been given a score card as they took their seats. On the score cards everyone was to mark each of the models 1-21, 1 being excellent and 21 being the worst, in order of preference. There were five scores to be used for each of the models. At the end the cards were collected and the model with the most points was the winner. There was the possibility that two models would be able to tie but that case had been seen to.
The night went on with very little to worry about. No one had fallen flat on their faces and everyone in the audience continued to be astonished with each of the new pieces. The audience kept a close eye on each of the models but it was quickly turning into a competition between the last two in the line up. Number 20 seemed to meld into the clothes that she was wearing, be it flirty or innocent she wore her clothes as an extension of herself. Not only did she carry herself correctly she was good looking too; needless to say that she earned the votes of most of the men in the house.
But Number 21 was also raking in the votes. He didn't seem to have the same experience that Number 20 had. Instead he had the looks that just pulled off any look that he was in. His bright blonde hair and stunning blue eyes melted the hearts of every woman in the theater. (A few of the guys too but they weren't going to admit anything!:)) Number 21 just had this aura about him that demanded respect.
Up in their VIP box KaiShun just smiled deeply every time that the Uzumaki kid would walk out on to that runway. He had perfect control over his body and seemed to glide as he walked. He didn't know if it was a ninja trick but his skin seemed to glow each time that he stepped out into the studio lights. But what made KaiShun's smile get even deeper was the fact that Daruyama next to him was almost hanging out of her seat just to see the boy. 'Or young man I should say... a diamond in the rough I reckon... with a dangerous profession too. It will be too bad if he mars that beautiful face of his.' "You know Yama-hime if you move any farther out of your seat you're going to fall on my wonderful audience down below." KaiShun commented with a small chuckle.
"KaiShun where did you get that boy?!"
"I found him on the street proper. I found him the way that I found most of the people in my show."
"You mean that he was just walking around? Was he alone?"
"Yeah, he was down enjoying the festival. But now that you mention it I think that he was with a few others around his age. YES! I remember that there was this one kid that had long black hair and was trying to say that fashion was unimportant. Why do you ask?"
"KaiShun I think that that boy was suppose to be dead..." Daruyama replied somberly as she turned back to watch the show.
(Location: Somewhere in the theater; Time: during the fashion show)
"Listen, we will only get this kind of shot once. Daruyama won't show herself out in public again. We have to do this now. No mistakes. Wait for the signals and make sure that you don't miss your marks." One ninja robed in all black said as he spoke quietly to his team, only his gleaming green eyes giving anything away of his person.
"Hai." The other three said in unison.
"Okay let's go. And remember we don't let anyone trace this back to Grass. Got it? Okay let's go."
In an instant the four were gone. Had someone been watching they would have sworn that they had seen ghosts...
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