Chapter 10

My eyes dodge right and left, looking, but seeing nothing. I'm sure there's one or two traps just waiting for me to let my guard down. Like a pop-up doll with a big red glove. I sat out of Tsunade's punching range, but close enough that I can smell the alcohol fuming from her mouth. I shifted in my seat. These chairs are really uncomfortable. I wish she get on with it instead of trying to pretend like she doesn't have a massive hangover.

"Fugaku," she pull out a piece of paper and threw it towards me. I think she meant for it to hit me, but being only a paper, it floated and settle at the edge of the table. "Sent this."

I carefully picked it up and examine every inch before reading it. The reason for my caution is because a certain someone tried to get my fingerprints for an arranged marriage some years back. I only realized because I've used the technique before. On Sasuke. For a couple thousand dollars. The money went to a good cause, mainly a flat screen tv. Totally not the point here. So I read the paper then I torched the paper. Fugaku, that - he actually sent out a restraining order. I have to stay 100 yards away from Sasuke, or get ready to be sue. Being the richest man in the world and this is the best he can come up with? It. Is. On. "Wait, is that why you're drunk?"

"Thinks he can come in here and tell me how to do my job. If my eyes weren't blurry right now, I'll go after that motherfucking son-of-a-bitch," her eyes narrow in on the pile of ashes. Understandably. She is, afterall, on probation for assaulting a man. Well, the man had tried to sexually assault her, but how could he know she's a monster with ridiculously strong arms.

"So..."I softly scratch my chin innocently. "...what are you going to do about it?"

She blew the ashes away, gently. It had a very dramatic effect. "Even if I were to look the other way, he has rights to send bodyguards to protect his son. As were the rules."

"They actually made a rule that saids that?"

"You be surprise what these rich folks can come up with." She brought up her right arm, which had been hidden by the desk, and slammed a sake bottle down. It hadn't meant to be a slam, but most of her muscles aren't working right now. She brought it up to her mouth. A drop came out. Dropping the bottle, she tried to, probably, conjure up a sake bottle then her eyes zero in on me. "You owe me one."

I nodded and got up. If Fugaku sent this, Sasuke might already know about it. With his current way of thinking, he won't disobey his father. There's also Kin Tsuchi to think about. Fat chance she'll decide to step aside and help me. I paused at the door. "How long is 100 yards?"

"Hell should I know."

Kin Tsuchi. Daughter of I-dont-care-who and some lady. The main theme comes down to: she's rich. In the past years (since the time of her creation), she has never dated and look as I may, there is not a single scrap of gossip about her, except for the usual advertisement and business related problems. Fugaku thought of this well. I can't destroy someone who is so frigging "pure" in front of medias. If she had been a slut, this would be no contest. Kin is too careful for be to create any gossip. She is an abomination to the world of controversy. Man, she is good. Or rather, she was raised well. This can't be just a coincidence. No one can be t-this...this perfect without having it being planned from the beginning. Maybe it was. With Fugaku, I can't underestimate the bastard. He must've thought of this, like, before I was born. He knew Sasuke might defy him one day, or Sasuke and someone, so when you get down to it, Kin is basically just a sacrifice of human emotions.

Whoa.

Like wow.

He is officially my biggest hero ever! Wait, no he can't be. The man is evil...but so brilliant. Focus, Naruto, focus. Breath. Try not to get so excited. Kin, I've met one or two people like her before, but they haven't been developed like her. People who are train to be a doll, in truth; they are very delicate. You hit the right buttons and they just fall apart. But someone who has been train from birth? Very difficult, very. But not impossible. I should just forget about her and go straight for Sasuke, but with the sudden security measure, it'll just take more time. I don't have time. If I am correct (and I always am), Kin will be with Sasuke the most. If I can influence her enough to influence Sasuke, it'll work.

"AHHHHH!" Looks like someone found Kiba.

I already cut off all communications with my friends, ignored them. I insert a disk into the computer and upload it. Harassing messages, to be send at all hours, to those I know will be effected by them. I made it pretty obvious it was me too. For instance, I would bring up an insult I sent one of them the very next day. I think it was hours ago that I did it to Gaara. He doesn't care much about the insults, if it was from anybody else. That should make him angry, or sad (whatever), and create tensions between him and Neji since they both lack in communication. Nah, I should keep on going at it one more day to kick up a few stress signal. Shikamaru wouldn't really mind, but Ino; there has never been an easier target. Who am I forgetting? Well, nobody. Kiba's problems will go from Hinata to Neji who will extend it to Gaara, affecting the whole group, who already have their own problems. It's like a criss-cross of a circle.

I should add in few "why should I care about him/her" and "like I'll ever be friends with the likes of you". Oh, here comes Hinata.

"Naruto?!" She came running in, panting. "Come quick, Kiba's hurt!"

I spin the chair halfway in an indifferent manner and said, "What does that have to do with me?"

You can tell it hurt her by the widening of her eyes and the tight hold of her fist. "B-But he's your -."

"Friend? All he's good at is providing money." I took it up a few notch by approaching her and she backed away too, like I was going to hurt her. I might. "But since he's hurt, how about you...?"

She slap away the hand I made to reach for her, all the while trying to deny what I was suggesting. Biting her lip to keep from screaming, she ran away with tears in her eyes. I listen until she was gone then lean out of the doorway to the right.

"What about you, cupcake?" I said, grinning.

Gaara stare back at me with a well-carved mask on, but I have already seen through all his tricks. He is still upset from my verbal attacks. "Why did you do that?"

With the grin still on my face, I walk over to him, seductively and place myself in his view. I copy what Sasuke used to do with him; a hand on the wall, the other caressing the face, and lean in closely. But this was Gaara so I can't be too close. "Because you're all too...green."

He crosses his arms and raise an inquiring eyebrow. It was his defense, the arms. Gaara has this thing about people being to close, which means I have the advantage. He only lets Neji come this close and me too, but not when I'm acting like this. His impassive look really isn't helping since the more he closes himself off to me, the more I know I'm getting to him. People like this are easy to read, unlike Hinata. Her pupils dilating all the time, I can't even tell what she's thinking. Well, sometime I can, sometime I can't. She reminds me of oka-san. Slightly. "You really are -."

"You come from families of privileges and suffer for it. I, for some reason, pity you all for it." I smirk, pretending to catch myself from it. The hand, keep it caressing gently across the face. "So much for sympathy, huh? I find you all pathetic, never knowing anything else that is good. Ino and Shikamaru may have come out unscratched, but for the others, having to go around keeping things a secret, must be tiring," I spoke close to a whisper in ear. "Especially for you and Neji."

I move back a little to see the expression on Gaara's face, but there wasn't anything. His arms weren't cross anymore. That's how I know I hit the spot. His mind forgot all about defensiveness and can only focus on what I'm implying, same thing done to Hinata. This is what true blackmail is like. I know he won't punch me or make any sudden movement. He knows me too well for that. I started speaking again. "It'll be destroy, won't it? So easily. It would be great if you all can just grow up from this dull dream."

This is going to hurt.

I trail my hand slowly with each word down Gaara's throat and to the top button of his shirt. " You're all just pathetic little children. You're not normal and you all need to learn that, especially you, Gaara. You need to learn that you're...monsters. Remember the car accident, Gaara. Those people who died. You caused it. We all know you did. Those whispers, those stares," I said, while unbuttoning his shirt and touching the skin as I go. "You're a monster, built by this world of money. And I'm going to show you. But I'm going to show you something good right now," I sound as perverted as can be. Smirking, I move at this impossibly slow rate towards his lips.

Until this fist came out of nowhere and knocked me off my feet.

See, this did hurt. I wiggle my tongue around to see if any tooth came loose; luckily I have strong gums. Man, this is so not going to be the last time someone slugs me. "Nice to see you too, Neji."

He was about to punch me again, if Gaara hadn't slump down to the ground suddenly. I pick myself off the ground as Neji console Gaara, but the little guy is off somewhere in his head. I think I'm bleeding. Must've cut my lip. No wait, I think I bite myself. I made a sound (of amusement) and kick Gaara's leg. "What's wrong with him?"

I duck, but Neji has many degrees in the ancient of whoop-ass so the next punc - kick landed right on my abdomen. I'm wearing white so the print of his shoe really shows. I could create a new fashion...if it didn't hurt so goddamn much.

"What did you do?"

I tried to make a sound and I did, just not the one I wanted. As I regain my breath, it was knock out again by someone pushing me against the lockers. Can I just say rude. So hear I am, being chocked to death. What are my last words? Oh god oh god, I'm going to die? Seems about right.

Air! Ah, bless thy for air! I can breath again! I live another day!

"Neji, stop!"

Or not.

Neji brush off Sasuke's attempt to restrain him, but he made no move towards me, instead turning to Gaara once again. I turn my head to see if anything was broken and if anything is broken, turning my neck wouldn't have been the best idea. And I think my uses of tenses might have been a bit off. Was, is, I don't know.

"What the hell is going on?"

Sasuke, restraining order. You see where I'm going with this? "You want to know the hell is going on? It's a little late for that isn't it? After what you did?" Not exactly my best argument, but it'll have to do. I wasn't expecting Sasuke to suddenly appear, however it's helping me graciously.

"You're saying this is my fault?" He couldn't quit figure out how Gaara's immobile-ness has to do with him, but I have ways of twisting things.

"Yes, this is your fault. Everything fucking is!" I shook my head with disbelief at his confusion. "You know, if you wanted me gone all you had to do was ask, but a restraining order? I got called to the principal's office. My uncle knows about this! You've ruined my reputation!"

Do not laugh, Naruto. Oh gosh. You've ruined my reputation? That was so lame. But last minute call problems get last minute rhetorical...stuff.

"Wait, restraining order?"

This just keeps getting better and better. He doesn't know about it. If it weren't for that goddamn conscience, I would be enjoying this more than you would ever know. "Why don't you ask your father about that?"

"My father?" He has this appalled thought going on, which means yeah me!

And then I made my exit. Brilliant. I left all four in despair (Hinata included). My best work ever. Well, in a continuous rate it is, but for long term, I have to say that janitor job. If I ever become a janitor, which I won't again, kids better learn not to mess with me. I have the keys to their life. It was so awesome. There was this guy who messed with me and I completely lock all the boys' restroom. He had a really big drink that day; I made sure of it. So he had to use the girl's restroom and right when I knew he was going to come out, I pulled the fire alarm. The amazing part was actually when the crowd noticed him because he could've slipped away or everyone was too busy to care. Fortunately, I was there to remind everyone why a boy shouldn't be walking out of a girl's restroom. Plus I video taped it.

Wait, wait. It gets better. We're done with the janitor thing. I'm talking about the Sasuke thing. This is so going to gross me out, but the idea is great and I'm doing nothing wrong. See, Itachi is here. I was walking out the door and Itachi is there, waiting for me. I go with him and Sasuke see this.

"We need to talk."

"And you find it best at your house?"

"My father isn't here."

But he has cameras, you numb-nut. Or do you think he won't put them in your room just because you're his son? Oh, he does think that because I ask him if we can talk privately in his room and he said yes. Itachi is smarter than this, much more than I give him credit for unless...ah, nevermind. You people, the audience of my mind, does not need to know. At this moment, anyway. Yes, I'm crazy because I'm talking to myself; myself being a whole group of people.

"Naruto, you're - what are you doing?"

It's a good thing he's facing the bed. Makes my work so much easier, meaning I don't have to carry him because he looks like he weigh a few hundred pounds. Not look, more 'seem' cause he's a very slender man. I'm getting off topic. I dust my eyes with lust and walk towards him. He's a man of knowledge, he should know what I'm getting at. Now I see how slutty women do what they do. It's easy getting Itachi in bed. He just falls and I climb on top of him. I don't really do the whole grinding business. Cause its gross and all.

"We can't do this!"

"Too bad," then as quick as I ever can be, I stab him. "Mainly because you don't have a choice."

I turn Itachi's body so that his head face away from the door - which I opened slightly. Then I did what a slut would do, touch him (except there) and eventually kiss him. I tried to make it as though I was enjoying it because this next part is awesome. To add to the sleazy-ness, I unbutton my shirt, leaving them hanging off my shoulders, unbutton a few button of Itachi's and guess who walked in?

Sasuke.

I knew he was going to. I kept the smile on my face until I had to look up. Sasuke's face was priceless. It...it hurt a little to see him like that. I made a surprise face then smirk evilly. Is there even such a word? I don't care. For all that is criminal in me, I said, "Unless you feel like joining us, I perfer you to get lost." Then I began kissing Itachi like nothing ever happened. Quite amazing for someone like me, especially telling that to the guy you lov...like. It still gives me the shivers saying guy instead of girl. It would be easier if it was a girl. A poor and ordinary girl, or guy. Girls are so emotional and judgemental and just mean.

I pull away from Itachi and laugh, not caring if Sasuke was down the hall or not. "Oh my god, did you see his face?! Well, sorry, but that kinda turned me off." Then I whispered devilishly, "Don't worry. The drugs will wear off in thirty minutes." I got off him, but not before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. Oh, my shirt and syringe. Almost forgot it. "Remember to invite me over again."

A/N: The slutty scene came to me in a different story. Its about a detective and such. I hope to make a movie out of it someday. It'll be called, "I Am Beautiful". You'll understand if you see it. Hey, you in the corner?! Don't steal my title! Its mine!

I'm very paranoid about palagarism. I hope to one day have a trustworthy agent, who has a degree in Law in case I get sue and I don't want to waste money on a very expensive and corrupted lawyer.

You know I like reading supernatural Naruto? There was this one where Naruto's a vampire by...crap, I can't remember the name. I probably have it in alert since I never put anything in favorite. Well, Sasuke is always the vampire and I freaking mean always. He has the right complexion, all pasty white. Trust me, none of my friends are that color. We would've taken he or she to the beach until they are a nicely shade or orange. No, tan. Orange is for people with skin disease. All of my friends are either tan or extremely dark in color. I don't wanna say black. People'll think I'm racist. I don't know why. Black is a cool color.