Anonymous Saru: D: ugh, I think I need some sort of help. OTL. For the past few months(?), I haven't been sleeping as well as an average teenager should... D: I partially blame that all on band XD Right...well...this doesn't have anything to do with my story! Just wanted to put my input on sleeping D:
Anonymous Saru side note: Wow, I uploaded this story Dec. 12, 2006...Hehe, it's a year old! YAAAI
Disclaimer: I don't own anything! Not even mayo doused fries! D:
Rating: M; yeah...Hopefully I won't have to keep this charade up, it's taking too much space D:
One last thing: Plot right now: shortly takes place in California, but hurrah! It's finally getting moved to England and Germany :D
Reviewers:
Jiraiya: Kanae would like to forgive herself in the way Chapter 11 came out; she blames it all on the fact that Word 2007 doesn't like FFN formatting.
Orochimaru: She says that on everything.
Jiraiya: Yeah, I know, but they don't... (Points at the crowd)
Orochimaru: Why do they like this...? (Reads script) yaoi stuff again?
Jiraiya: Because...they're fangirls right?
Orochimaru: Why are you asking me? You write the stuff.
Jiraiya: ... if I remember correctly, you liked doing the stuff to me...
Orochimaru: (Slightly taken aback) Oh...w-well... (Averts eyes) Y-you were hot back then...
Jiraiya: (Pout!) And I'm not now?!
Orochimaru: (Sweatdrop) W-well...um...
Jiraiya: (Pout's in corner of the Review Room)
Orochimaru: (Sighs and walks over to Jiraiya and snogs him in the corner)
Massive Fangirls: YESSSSS! FINAAALLY:D
SangoStar: 'Neji seeing Kiba'
Neji: O.O
Kiba: (Staaare)
LeiseFlustern: 'Insert lots of stuffers here'
Naruto: Weeell, the only person he saw out of mask was me, Sai, and Gaara...but really only me and Gaara, because Sai looked like me at the time. Neji stayed next to me the entire duration of the ball...and when he chanced walking around he only ran into Sasuke and Gaara got mad...
Neji: Yes, and by the time I got into the car everyone had their masks on, except for Sai, but his face was still "Naruto-esc" and he had his wig on (for half the time before he threw it off)
Kanae: Yeah the reason why it came so fast was because I already had it typed out (sweatdrop)
naptownbaby: 'I love White Chocolate Mocha'
Kanae and Naruto: I KNOOOW ISN'T IT WONDERFUL?! But omg you should try white chocolate peppermint hot chocolate. ;D It's sooooo gooood!
BlueMoonShikiThe1st: 'Multiple Reviews'
Kanae: Thanks for the love mate :3
Gaara: Would you stop trying to personate a British person? No wonder people get confused on where you live...
Kanae: (wibbles)
Naruto: (pat's the author)
Nikotehfox: 'Insert lotta stuffers here'
Kanae:D aww, ythx! (Heart)
Naruto: (blush)
Sasuke: Well... (Averts eyes)
Kanae: (Smirk) wellllll I think I explain it in this chapter! So hopefully you'll get the down low.
Plz keep in mind that I envision Jiraiya, Orochimaru and Tsunade a whole lot younger, I picture them the same age they were (ponders) before they found out they were the legendary Sannin.
(If you can't see that then think back to where Jiraiya was taking care of Pein and Conan when they were younger...)
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Chapter 12: Tell you lies and stand Accused
Neji sighed as Naruto dragged him towards the library. This was it. He was finally going to get to meet the rest of the KD members face to face! No hold guard, no silly porcelain masks. No anything. Just the bare essentials.
"Feeling a little nervous?" Naruto asked softly as if to break the silence and somewhat unnerving pattering feet against the dull carpet.
Neji blinked as they stood between the truths of everything. Well, for being a cop he was supposed to have nerves of steal. But it wasn't getting to know the KD that made him so nervous. It was the fact that he'd have to report the knowledge of the infamous alias to Sasuke that scared him shitless.
If, by some lucky mishap, Neji got away without being caught by any of the KD members; the LAPD would have to work pretty quickly. Sighing, Neji slowly but steadily took out a mini recorder that was able to fit in the palm of his hand.
"I guess... I'm as ready as I'll ever be..." Neji said softly as Naruto pushed the door open.
The room was pretty dark. That is if you didn't count the fire that was at the end of the room and the multiple candles that where surrounding half of the members. It took a while for Neji's eyes to adjust to the darkness. But once he did, there sat right smack dab in the middle of the room was Gaara.
His legs were crossed as he sat lazily in the cushioned chair. To his right stood Shikamaru, his posture seemed pretty lazy, as if he didn't wish to be here at the moment. Sai was behind Shikamaru, leaning his weight evenly against the table. And Kiba stood to the left of Gaara; his arms crossed.
Gaara cleared his throat as he placed his hand onto his lap. "So, how did you think you could get past us?" Gaara said darkly, with a hint of a German accent no less.
Shikamaru glanced from Neji to Gaara as he strained his muscles, incase he needed to act fast.
"What are you talking about?" Neji asked as he looked from Gaara to Naruto, who was just as confused as he was.
At this point Shikamaru stepped in. "Is it true that you are indeed the police officer Neji Hyuga?" Shikamaru paused as he glanced at Gaara.
Neji blinked—how—how did he find out?!
"Is it true that you were on a mission to find out our identities?" Shikamaru questioned once more before continuing again. "And is it true that your uncle is the retired police chair department?"
Hot damn.
I-is this true Kago?" Naruto asked looking Neji in the eyes. Trying—hoping—praying that it was all a sick joke.
Neji closed his eyes. Guess it's time to come true on a lot of things.
"If there's anything I hate more then cops, its liars and fakes." Gaara mused. "I hope you knew we would find out sooner or later Neji. I hope you didn't think that you'd be able to hide from us, and cascade your lies and bounds out the window either..." Gaara said.
Neji opened his eyes—a very stupid idea on his part to even close them, really. Neji's wrists were bound tightly behind him. And he assumed Sai was the one who was behind him holding his arms tightly too.
Neji turned his head slowly to his right as he glanced for a simmer of hope that was next to him. But sadly, Neji didn't spy his blonde haired savior.
"You betrayed his trust. You betrayed mine. But then again I was beginning to wonder when you would exactly come clean and confess... Incase you didn't know Neji, but we have eyes and ears all over the place..." Gaara said, or, as Neji would put him; The Angel of Death.
"It's time that I showed you what I do to liars Neji..." Gaara replied smoothly. As if liquid were pouring out of his mouth. He also made sure that Neji was looking at him too.
-Upstairs KD Base-
"And nobody decided to tell me?!" Naruto spat out, causing the room to fall silent.
Shikamaru bit his lower lip, a bad habit of his whenever he got worried or distraught. Kiba glanced around the small room, eyes fixating on the small cobwebs in the room.
They finally broke when Naruto looked at the two of them.
"Gaara wished for you to not know." Kiba said softly; shutting his eyes so he wouldn't have to see the pain in the blue orbs.
"And did Gaara know?" Naruto asked softly as he shifted his gaze to his shoes.
"He's known for quiet sometime mate." Shikamaru said softly as he comforted his fried.
-Torture Chambers-
Neji slowly opened his eyes as the first thing he woke up to was the raucous music blaring away carefree. He was tired. It had felt like either his nervous system had taken a sufficient amount of damage; either that or he had been drugged like a bear. Neji could slowly feel the immense pain dull its way through his body.
You should know that the lies won't hide your flaws,
No sense in hiding all of yours.
You gave up on your dreams along the way...
Good God, you're coming up with reasons,
Good God, you're dragging it out.
Good God, it's the changing of the seasons.
It feels so great, so follow me down!
Neji slowly looked down as he tried to regain most of his consciousness. He was extremely dizzy. His head was spinning in all different ways that it would make the onlooker dizzy. His body ached and hurt all over.
"Gaara?" He murmured.
Gaara was standing in his regular torturing outfit. Which had consisted of a white lab coat (to keep the blood off.) Black slacks and a black turtleneck. It really showed you how pale Gaara was. He looked up; his back was turned to Neji.
So the drug was finally wearing off... He thought.
"Wh-where am I?" Neji whimpered. He tried lifting his arm, so he could wipe the sweat off his forehead. But they felt restricted, and somewhat bound to the arm rest.
"Does it hurt? How much pain are you in?" Gaara asked softly as he began fiddling for something that was on his desk.
Neji blinked. He hadn't really felt like he was in pain. But—there was that dull throbbing pain in the back of his head. "Well..." Neji whispered.
"Maybe I've numbed your body to much for you to feel the pain." Gaara said with a growing smirk. It was time to get a few questions answered. He thought as he turned around.
"Who set you up for this?" Gaara asked as he grabbed his knife.
"S-Sasuke..." Neji whimpered as he saw the reflection of the light shine off of the blade.
"Now why would you do something like that? You hate the Uchiha don't you? But you're the only cop who probably has enough balls to do this. That and you aren't popular enough for the press to care about." Gaara said harshly.
It couldn't be like that. If Tsunade hadn't cared for Neji she would have sent a field agent. Not someone of Neji's valor.
"No... That's not true..." Neji whimpered.
Gaara frowned. "Of course it's not. Never for you eh?"
Neji blinked, although he was in immense pain that didn't mean that he miss everything the red head was emitting. He didn't miss the ounce of pain and sadness laced in Gaara's voice.
"Gaara—what's...wrong?" Neji asked as he rested his head against the chair's head board that he was strapped to.
"Nothing. I'm fine." Gaara sighed as he leaned against the arm rest of the chair Neji was strapped to.
Neji studied Gaara's features. He looked pretty torn up on the inside, he just felt it. It was like Gaara didn't want to do this to Neji. And besides, Gaara, deep down inside—although not admitting it to the KD members; Gaara was starting to like the guy.
But those ruddy police officers had to learn, and by badly harming or putting one of their prime officers out of commission for a while seemed pretty logical (in Gaara's case, that is) at the time too. Hopefully they'd learn from their mistakes too.
Neji sighed softly. It would take a miracle for Neji to get out of this one alive. "Gaara?"
"Hmmm?" Gaara said as he folded his arms.
"Could...could you do me a favor?" Neji asked softly.
Gaara looked up at Neji, an ounce of curiosity catching him. What would the favor be??
Gaara, however, didn't have to wait long for the answer though. "Could—you kiss me?" Neji asked his voice a little above a whisper.
Gaara blinked. What an odd request. Out of anything the almost mistaken albino could've asked for was for a kiss? He could've asked for his freedom. Although, Gaara would've laughed in his face, but hey, it was worth a shot eh?
"Why?"
"B-because, I want—this may sound weird," Neji paused as the pain began to overwhelm him. "I—whenever Shukaku caught me—I wanted him to kiss me...s-sort of like leaving the last mark on this world, being able to have kissed the one I chased before Sasuke."
Gaara sighed. It seemed pretty logical actually. But—
"Sure...why not...mask on or off?" Gaara said automatically, while his hand hovered over the porcelain mask.
"Off." Neji whispered as he looked down at his hands. "I—I want to remember you with your mask off..."
Gaara felt his lips turn upwards into a what-he-thought was a smile. How sentimental. He thought as he sat lightly down on Neji's lap; turquoise eyes glancing down into light lavender ones.
"May I ask you one more request?" Neji forced out, trying to keep his emotions at bay.
"Now what would that be? For you see, Shukaku can only give so much..." Gaara said in his best third person voice, as he gently cupped Neji's face.
"Put me to sleep when you begin your torturing...okay?" Neji whispered.
Gaara sighed as he lightly bit down on his lip. That was going to be hard, he would be breaking his annual tradition...but, he really didn't want to kill Neji either. This was a lesson solely for the police to learn. "Alright." He sighed.
Neji smiled as he opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by Gaara.
"Neji—do me a favor and shut up?"
Neji blinked and cracked a weak smile, as Gaara tilted his head up and softly kissed him.
The kiss was delicate but also erotic by the touch too. Gaara was straddling Neji, his knees lightly resting against the back of the chair. Their groins lightly touching, causing Neji to moan softly.
Neji gently nipped at Gaara's lower lip, hoping that the red head would comply and open his mouth. The said red head did not, however Neji did earn a disgruntled moan.
Gaara opened his mouth slightly after Neji's failed attempt at gaining access to his mouth. Why not? Letting the cop try and take a slight bit of control sounded fun.
Neji quickly slipped his tongue into the wet unknown cavern as he gently clashed his tongue against Gaara's wet muscle. Gaara smirked on the inside as he moved his tongue against Neji's. Either this must be Neji's first time kissing his own gender like this, or, that this was his first time kissing someone.
Gaara was right about the first thought. This was Neji's first time to kiss a man—no less then the Shukaku himself, for the first time.
Gaara smirked as he rocked against Neji's member, causing the cop to coo and moan. He could feel Neji's arms fight against the restraints that held his wrists down.
When Gaara pulled away for the desperate air he needed, he looked upon Neji's face. He was flushed, and his breath was ragged.
"Thank you Shu—Gaara..." Neji breathed out. He knew that his face was flushed and that he felt a little hot down there.
"...yeah whatever." Gaara said as he slowly got off of Neji—smirking slightly at the arousal Neji was suffering.
"Well your first wish was granted and I'm well on my way to granting the second—but what do you want to do with that?" Gaara asked, pointing at Neji's erection.
Neji blinked as he followed Gaara's gaze and finger. He felt his face flush when he saw what was sticking up. "Oh—w-well. W-whatever yo-you feel comfortable wi-with..." Neji paused. He couldn't finish it. He just couldn't. That, and the fact that some lesser thoughts were forming in his brain that was helping him seem like a perverted old lecher and helping his arousal.
Gaara blinked, was this going past his morals? Would sucking off a cop be something he was against? Sure he hated cops, but, the past few weeks he had felt something for Neji. But was this how he felt?
"I'm fine with doing it as long as you...want me to." Gaara muttered, not believing the fact that those words just came out of his mouth.
Neji shrugged.
Gaara nodded as he gripped the syringe in his hand, quickly sticking the needle into Neji's leg. It was a powerful dose of sleeping potion. It would last for a while; the only bad thing was that it would take a while for the sedatives to set in. Gaara took the short time gap to unzip Neji's pants slowly.
Hearing the soft hum of approval escape from Neji's lips he continued and fished around the hole of Neji's boxers (which where white and had a nice sheen to them), he carefully brought out the pulsing member.
Gaara chanced a glance up at his captive. He was well on his way on blacking out. This was probably a good thing. Gaara probably wouldn't have the heart to do anything else if he heard another sound of approval—let alone noise from the pale man.
-Police Station-
Sasuke sighed as he sipped the warm coffee in his pale blue mug. It had been a few months since he had any sort of contact with Neji. He had begun to worry about his pale comrade. But, since he was an Uchiha, Uchiha's don't worry about anybody except for themselves.
It had also been about a month since he had seen the blonde too.
Now thinking about it—it had been about a month or two when the Konoha Demons had taken their short hiatus.
"Sasuke?" A voice called out—snapping the Uchiha to the present.
"Hnn?" He murmured.
"You're paper on the little blonde friend of yours..." Hinata said as she stepped into Sasuke's office, handing him a small packet.
"Oh—right. Thanks..." Sasuke said as he placed his mug down on his desk.
Hinata smiled softly as she looked out of the small window in the office. Ever since Neji went to the Konoha Demons to spy on them—he's missed an important step in Hinata's life. She got promoted from a lonesome job as the filing girl—to now being Sasuke's secretary. Which in itself is a big feat; seeing as Sasuke's a very picky person on who handles careful affairs for him.
"Miss him?" Sasuke asked as he attended to the reminder that popped up on his laptop.
"Just a little...I worry about him that's all..." Hinata said as she held her arms in that motherly caring way.
"He's so devoted to his work—he'd probably loose his head if it wasn't attached to him, or if I'm not around." Hinata said sadly, as she left leaving Sasuke alone to the paperwork.
Sasuke smiled, that was probably exactly how Obito felt with Sasuke being a cop. He thought as he picked up the small packet.
Naruto Uzumaki; born October 10, 1986 to mother Kushina Uzumaki, and father Namikaze Minato. There wasn't much information given on Naruto's parents, except for the fact that both parents died in a car accident when Naruto was six; forcing his one and only uncle to take care of him.
Sasuke had more information then he needed on the popular English writer. This information was stored on his laptop.
Jiraiya Namikaze was born on November 11, 1976 to Larry and Caroline Namikaze. He is the younger brother to Minato. Jiraiya lived an interesting life prior to him thinking about Icha Icha Paradise. Not much is known about the author's life except for when his older brother died in a car accident and him taking care of his nephew. It is however unknown about Jiraiya's sexuality.
In one interview someone brought up how many women he's slept with to get this articulate in his writing. It was odd, because half of the press expected a straight forward answer from Jiraiya. Oddly enough he told the press that he's only slept with one, and that that one had broken his hear, and that the rest was left to wild fantasies.
One keen witness claims to have seen Jiraiya walk into a gay pub in England however. But others claim that they've also seen Jiraiya walk into strip bars in the States.
Some say that the reason why Jiraiya walks into things like that is to get inspiration...
Jiraiya is believed to live in Whales England.
Sasuke reread the article. Okay that helped me not... he thought.
He sighed as another reminder popped onto his laptop. He gently sat the paper down and walked away to investigate a robbery.
-Whales, England-
(A.S. Note that London and California have an 8 hour difference)
"Don't you see their bodies burning? Desolate and full of yearning. Dying from anticipation; chocking from intoxication. I want you to be left behind those empty walls. Taught you to see behind those empty walls."
Jiraiya looked up; his cell phone never rang at this time in the morning. "Alright—gosh settle down..." Jiraiya said to almost nobody, as he made his way to his cell phone.
The reason why Jiraiya has a cell phone instead of a house phone has a cell phone instead of a house phone is strictly for two things. One, so his editor can keep a strong contact with him; and two—because he's now popular, which is why people don't know his exact location or number, so they didn't bombard him with strenuous things like, for example, how the series will end and what nots.
"Hullo?" He answered tiredly as he yawned softly.
"Uncle?" A voice piped.
"N-naruto?" Jiraiya yawned, as he scratched softly at the light fabric that made up his 100 percent cotton wife beater.
"Yes. Hey uncle...I was uhm...I was wondering—if you would mind if me and a couple of friends—came down to visit you?" Naruto asked his voice was slightly hesitant.
"Of course not. H-how many friends are coming over?" Jiraiya as his feet carried him over to his kitchen, so he could make himself some breakfast. Why the hell not? He was up, and hungry.
"Oh well...the Sabaku relatives, Kiba, Sai, Shikamaru and I; so...that's seven right?" Naruto asked; he was never good at math.
Jiraiya paused as he quickly caught the coffee bean pot he was holding. S-SEVEN PEOPLE?! "Na-Naruto don't you think that's a tad outrageous?" He said as soon as he found his voice.
"Please uncle?" Naruto asked, trying his best to conceal the light panic that laced its way heavily into his voice.
Jiraiya looked up as the door bell rang. "Oh alright, Naruto, but you ow me one..."
Naruto nodded happily, but then realized that Jiraiya was in England and would not get the chance to see his nod. "Thank you so much! I can't tell you how much this means to me!" And with that, he hung up before he could let his uncle digest the earful he got on the phone.
Jiraiya smiled as he closed his phone and set it on the cool granite countertop. "Alright! Bloody hell I'm coming! Keep your knickers on!" He yelled, wishing that that would settle down the eager knocking at the door.
"Hullo—oh, it's you." Jiraiya mumbled as he looked into the calm (for once) golden eyes, feeling somewhat underdressed due to the man infront of him being in a business suit.
"It's nice to see you mein bonbon." Orochimaru said, studying Jiraiya's choice of clothing.
Jiraiya was wearing a white wife beater (100 percent cotton made, mind you) and black boxers with red and white toads printed on it. His hair was lazily thrown back into a messy pony tail (probably from staying up and writing late into the night).
Feeling the slight breeze tickle his senses as goose bumps trickled across his chest and arms, traveling their way down to his thighs and legs; Orochimaru sighed as he looked back up at Jiraiya.
"Let's head inside eh?" Orochimaru said softly. He never really cared for his own health did he? He noted, noticing the small (but noticeably dark) bags under Jiraiya's eyes.
"Yes, yes, pardon me for being rude..." Jiraiya said as he quickly made space for Orochimaru to step through. "Um...I'll—I'll go make some tea!"
Orochimaru sighed as his hand quickly jetted out to catch the tanned slimmed wrist.
"O-orochimaru?" Jiraiya mumbled as he glanced into golden pair of eyes again.
"You know what? You talk too much..." Orochimaru stated as he tugged the white haired male close to him as he gently kissed him.
"Hnnn..." Jiraiya cooed, as he wrapped his arms around Orochimaru's neck. Orochimaru smirked as he shut the door with his foot as he steadily walked himself and Jiraiya to the wall.
When the two pulled away (for the desperate air they needed) Jiraiya realized that he was clinging to his pale skinned ex.
Orochimaru was in a nice business suit, and Jiraiya had his hand placed right on the seams of the expensive tux jacket.
"So-sorry Oro—mate..." Jiraiya mumbled.
Orochimaru shrugged and fished through his pockets. Jiraiya realized this and took it as his chance to release himself of Orochimaru and slipped away. "D-do you want something to eat?" He asked, trying his hardest to control the quiver in his voice.
Orochimaru looked up at Jiraiya. "Sure—not those fruity crumpets though, if that's all you have..." Orochimaru snickered.
"I have more things then crumpets! What do you want to eat?!" Jiraiya stated hotly, no one—and I mean no one dared to humiliate a man's favorite food.
"Oh well—how about some fries and mayo?" Orochimaru suggested.
Upon hearing this, Jiraiya could feel his jaw drop. "Fries...and...I beg your pardon, but, mayonnaise?!"
Orochimaru smiled A.S. oh boy that sure felt awkward to type out... D: sorry) at Jiraiya's sudden outburst. "Yes, that is what I said... But don't bother...why don't you go take a shower hmm? Relax, and let me to your kitchen."
Jiraiya glanced nervously at Orochimaru upon hearing his statement.
"I'm not going to burn it down Jiraiya. I have used a kitchen once..." Orochimaru smirked as he turned and walked to the kitchen.
'Once?' Jiraiya thought, and gulped as he headed upstairs. He hoped that he would get to see his kitchen in one piece once done with his shower...
A few hours later
Orochimaru was seated on the couch when Jiraiya came down, rubbing his wet hair with a towel.
"Had a nice shower?" Orochimaru asked as he took a fry to his mouth.
"Oh—yeah..." Jiraiya said as he sat down on the couch opposite Orochimaru. "So—" he said awkwardly. "How have you been?"
"Oh, I've been fine—a little tired from traveling. But you know—that's probably the jet leg... Honestly, how do you make it through that?" Orochimaru said as he helped himself to more fries.
"Oh, no, I meant how your job was going? What are you doing now? Stuff like that..." Jiraiya said as his hand lingered over the plate of mayonnaise dosed fries.
"Oh. Well I became a college professor teaching Algebra and English literature at one of the college's in Germany. I actually used one of your books as an example...my students found it highly amusing." Orochimaru said as he picked the lint of his pants. "Oh, and try one. I didn't poison them if that's what has you freaked..."
"Oh? R-really?" Jiraiya said as he took a fry, blushing slightly.
"I believe they liked your little innuendo in the book too..." He paused as he got up to sit next to Jiraiya. "I especially liked volume seven; with the pale charcoaled haired mistress..." Orochimaru said as he hovered over Jiraiya's ear.
"Oh y-you read them too?" Jiraiya gasped slightly.
"Oh yes. I enjoy them verry much." Orochimaru drawled as he whispered softly, ghosting his lips against Jiraiya's ear.
"O-oh, maybe I should give you the next book in advanced with a free signature?" Jiraiya breathed.
"Hmm...that would probably suffice. Or maybe you could talk to three of my students who seem very interested in your writing styles..." Orochimaru said with a smirk on his lips.
"Of course..." Jiraiya mumbled.
"Great! How about brunch in Germany? At the Atelier Am Dom in Koln, on Saturday?" Orochimaru asked standing up.
"A-alright?" Jiraiya said dumbfounded. How was he going to afford this? Knowing Orochimaru, he had a taste for expensive things...but that really didn't cut the top. How exactly was he getting there? And poor Jiraiya, he didn't even speak German, let alone know a translator! "Um...O-orochimaru? How exactly am I going to get to Germany?"
Orochimaru paused, "don't doubt me, my dear friend. I'll have someone pick you up. Now do you need me to translate?" Orochimaru asked.
Jiraiya was just about to say yes, until he remembered that the Sabaku relatives were paying him a visit. He could ask Kankuro or Temari, maybe even Gaara if he was in the mood to translate to Jiraiya. "No. I—I believe I got it..."
"Great!" Orochimaru exclaimed as he glanced at his watch. "Well I should be heading back."
"Oh." Jiraiya said. "Here let me walk you to the door." He said as he stood up from the couch.
"Oh—you don't have to." Orochimaru said as he closed the gap between himself and Jiraiya.
Orochimaru titled the younger's head back and kissed him softly, but a tad bit more passionate then the first time he had.
If this was how they greeted and said goodbye in Germany, then maybe it's time to leave this muggy place behind and move to Germany. Jiraiya thought as Orochimaru slipped his tongue into Jiraiya's mouth, causing the younger to moan softly.
Orochimaru slowly slipped his hand up Jiraiya's red polo and softly caressed Jiraiya's firm body. Recalling old memories.
"Well I really have to go now..." Orochimaru said as he pulled away from Jiraiya.
"Oh...well bye..." Jiraiya mumbled sadly.
Orochimaru nodded. "I'll call you sometime to inform you on the rest of Saturday alright?" And with that, Orochimaru excused him from Jiraiya's house.
12 hours later
"Thank you so much for letting us over!" Naruto said as he hugged Jiraiya.
"Oh it's no problem—but why are you all here?" Jiraiya said patting his nephew's head.
"Our Green Cards are limited..." Gaara said as he sat down on the couch.
"Oh, well that's a bugger isn't it? I'm sorry...well you guys can stay here for as long as you need." Jiraiya said happily turning to Kankuro. "I have to talk to you before night comes..."
"O-okay." Kankuro said as he paused in helping Sai carry in some luggage.
"Thank you but we won't be here for long. I contacted my fathers will associate. And Temari has a house to collect." Gaara said as he crossed his legs.
"Alright. How about I get you boys some tea?" Jiraiya said.
"Tea!? Sure!" Came the very happy replies from the tea drinkers. (Which were Kankuro, Temari, Shikamaru, and Kiba.)
"Naruto, can I just have some water?" Sai asked. Since he never really liked tea (or matter of fact, never had drank a drop of tea either) and that he was born in the States, where they had the option of soda, or that off brand of tea—iced tea...
"Oh sure!" Naruto said as he joined his uncle in the kitchen. Walking in, he spotted the plate of may doused fries. "Uncle—what's that?"
"Well—uhm, they're fries Naruto." Jiraiya stated dumbly, pointing out the obvious.
"No, I know what they are, but, what's that on them?" Naruto pointed to the fries.
"Oh. Well it's mayonnaise."
"What are you doing with mayo fries? Why would you even eat mayo'd fries?"
"Well...Orochimaru—came over." Jiraiya mumbled.
Naruto froze, he all but nearly dropped Sai's cup of water that he was holding. He knew who Orochimaru was, and the fact that that scoundrel had broken his poor beloved uncle's heart.
"And what was he doing over here hmm?!" Naruto asked.
"Oh—well he came over to ask me a question." Jiraiya got out.
"AND HE COULDN'T DO THAT OVER A PHONE CONVERSATION?!" Naruto spluttered out, cutting Jiraiya off, and quick.
"Now Naruto, if you would've let me finish I would have stated why he couldn't call me..." Jiraiya paused, was there really an answer to Naruto's question? "Anyways, three of his students are interested in my writing style and are also interested in the English language. And so they asked Orochimaru, their teacher, to ask me if I would be willing to talk to them."
"Why are you letting that creep back into your life uncle?" Naruto said as he sat the cup down, before he'd have another chance to drop it altogether.
"Because Naruto, it's my life. I'll let whoever I want into it!" Jiraiya said calmly.
Naruto sighed noting the intensity in his uncle's voice, however calm he was trying to get it to be. "I'm sorry...it's not my place."
Jiraiya sighed as he filled his tiny kettle up with water. "Naruto could you fetch me some milk and eggs?"
"Oh sure—buy why?" Naruto asked as he headed towards Jiraiya's old fashioned fridge.
"I'm making your favorite Naruto." Jiraiya stated as he reached into the cabinet above his head in search for some crumpet mix, along with some chocolate chips.
"C-chocolate...CHOCOLATE CHIP CRUMPETS?!" Naruto squealed. It looked as if his eyes grew to the size of melons.
Jiraiya smiled. "Yes. Sorry I didn't make them before you arrived."
"That's alright!" Naruto said happily as he pulled the egg basket and milk carton out of the fridge. "I'll only forgive you as long as I get to help you bake them!"
"Sure. Get an apron though. They're on the little hook on the inside of the door in the cupboard." Jiraiya said. "Could you get me one too please?"
"Alright." Naruto said as he walked over to the cupboard. Opening it up he smiled at the various aprons on the back of the door's hook.
"You sure do like frogs don't you?" Naruto said as he reached for the frog pattern, he knew that his uncle would like.
Jiraiya had multiple aprons—but they were short and kid sized aprons back when Naruto was little—but—Naruto didn't want to wear something small like that. That is, until he sad an orange apron with blue lining and red swirls embroidered onto it.
"That was your fathers when he was your age." Jiraiya said happily.
"My father's?" Naruto asked in a stunned voice.
"Yes—he loved cooking just as much as I do. Did you know, your father used to home bake your baby food and birthday cakes?" Jiraiya said matter-of-factly.
"He did?" Naruto asked.
"Oh, of course! He was this close from starting a bakery before choosing his other job." Jiraiya said putting his hand on his nephew's shoulder.
"Jiraiya—whatever happened to my dad?" Naruto asked softly.
"Oh—well—" Jiraiya said, and just at that moment the kettle's whistle blew, signaling that the water was sufficiently heated.
"Well, let's get on with this crumpet business!" Jiraiya stated happily. "Naruto why don't you serve the tea, and leave me to making the crumpet batter..."
-Police Department-
Sasuke sighed, boy that was sure a fucking waste of time. He thought bitterly. Someone phoned in about a robbery, but by the time he got there, the actual address was faulty, hell it was a fucking bakery! It was annoying, let alone embarrassing seeing as the owner was a woman (and a fan of the Uchiha no less) and all he could get out from her was that the place wasn't even robbed.
"And no leads on anything. Fuck." The Uchiha muttered as he sat down on his chair.
Looking down at his desk, it was pretty normal, nothing was moved. (Seeing as he had closed it when he left, and once he arrived it was slightly ajar.) "Well hello, what is this?" Sasuke questioned as he picked up a disk that was in a paper cover.
Taking it out of its paper restraints he gasped slightly.
"HINATA!" Sasuke screamed.
Hinata, frightened to the bone, stuck her head inside the Uchiha's office. "H-hai?"
"Did you see anyone—anyone at all come into my office?!" Sasuke questioned.
"N-no!" Hinata squeaked. "I-I was with y-you remember?"
Crap, she was right. The girl went along with him to record the information. "Then what the fuck is this?" Sasuke asked as he held up the DVD-ROM.
"A-a disk, or a dvd?" Hinata questioned nervously.
Thanks for stating the obvious Hyuga. Sasuke thought as he glanced at the disk. "I know what you did last summer?" Wasn't that that horrible horror film that was released in 1997? With Jennifer Love Hewitt, and Michelle Gellar? About that was about a man with a hooked hand that killed young lovers, who end up killing an old man and get chased by said hooked man?
Boy American's would surely do anything for a scare. And a crappy one at that too. Sasuke thought as he reluctantly stuck the disk into his laptop. Hinata came to his side nervously and tried calming her nerves down.
"Hello." A dark voice came from the speakers of Sasuke's laptop. Causing the raven haired man to blink. Now if I remember correctly. There was none of this nonsense in the beginning of this movie. Maybe it was a directors cut?
"No this isn't a directors cut you dolt. Now, try brightening your computer screen so you can get a gooood looksy you stupid cop." The voice remarked. Cold as ever.
Sasuke glared at his screen, how could someone dare command him like that? More or less tell an Uchiha that they're a dolt. However, Sasuke complied with the voice—more or less and brightened his screen.
"Good boy." The voice paused. "Now that you have brightened your screen, please take the privilege to remove those who are weak at the stomach, for what I'm going to be showing you cop scum will be—ever so...painful...that would probably make you vomit and shit your pants."
Sasuke glanced up at Hinata. The poor girl was quivering in her boots—so to speak. "I'm not making you stay in here...you can leave at your own will..."
"N-no...I-I'll be fine..." Hinata said as she took out her handkerchief out of her pocket and clung to it desperately.
"Now, I assume that you've removed those sad little piggies that can't stand to look at the sight of blood, let's continue." The voice paused. "Oh, have you figured out who I am? Obviously I'm apart of the KD—but which one?" A pause. "Too bad you can't brighten up your screen anymore. Oh well." The voice said in a sing-songish tone. "But, if you need some time to recollect on the evidence you have heard so far. Please feel the need to press pause!"
Sasuke hit pause, cutting of the cool-yet not-so-pleasant voice off. Who exactly could this be? It certainly not Kyuubi, Sasuke could cut him off from that. Kyuubi's voice was—docile in a way. And Shukaku's was too deep from what he had heard on the DVD.
It certainly wasn't Shadow's either. He had heard him in a conversation once. Maybe? "Who are you?" Sasuke muttered as he assumed his thinking position; which included him having his chin resting on his two thumbs, fingers laced over one another.
Hinata knowing Sasuke's manner's more then anyone quickly hit the 'C' button on the keyboard, and instantly the movie quickly resumed its position.
"Finally guessed have you?" The voice pestered. "Oh well—you'll find out by the end of this, hopefully—that is...if you have the guts to watch this through."
I'll get you yet you cheeky bastard. Sasuke thought as he continued watching.
"Well—to our riight! We have this nice box, it sure is isn't it? And to our leeft! We have this nice...what is this thing supposed to be again?" The voice asked pausing slightly, as if an unknown person off the screen was informing the speaker.
"Oh RIGHT! Eh," he paused. "Well I'm tired of reading this script. Sorry Shadow. Wonderfully scripted, so don't get me wrong on that, but, totally not worth my time; ya'know what I mean? Anyways...let's get this show on the road eh?" The voice paused again.
"You have an hour and fifteen minutes left to find your secret agent Neji Hyuga. If you do not find him within that time span, then he is for sure as good as dead. Do you understand me police piggies?" The voice paused as the lights fell upon the speaker, revealing him suddenly.
"And oh. By the way, I'm sketch nice ta'meet'cha bucko's. But I'm supposedly supposed to relay a message to you all from my'boss. So here goes nothin." Sketch said as he quickly pulled Shukaku's mask over his darkly tinted goggles and turtle neck (that was doing a wonderful job covering his mouth).
"Nice guys finish last dear LAPD. As was the case for your field agent, or undercover cop—whatever the hell he was, Neji Hyuga found out. We do not do well with extra added members, but I however shall say, nice try with fooling us with a sparrow like him. However, you insolent pigs, we have eyes and ears everywhere. Oh, and Sketch was right. You have exactly—well now an hour and thirteen minutes to find your fallen comrade. If you fail to find him at the given amount of time—then he will die. Oh, and Uchiha. Quitters never win."
And with that Sketch disappeared, which pulled up a counter, it's time already ticking away.
-Whales England-
"So what is it that you have to talk to me about mate?" Kankuro said as he leaned back into the couch.
Everyone was full—their thirst was quenched and they were plenty fed on chocolate chip crumpets.
Jiraiya cleared his throat and took a sip of his tea. "Well, I have a favor to ask of either three of you." He said with a quick glance at the three Sabaku relatives.
"Go ahead old fart, lay it out on us!" Temari said happily.
Jiraiya sighed, oh how he missed Temari's humor. "Well I've been invited to Germany you see—how else would I talk to Orochimaru's three willing students? And I doubt these three know their fare share in the English language. So—I was wondering, if any one of you would be willing to be my translator..."
"What time?" Gaara asked coolly.
"Er—well, he said brunch, so I'm assuming around 11?" Jiraiya answered.
Temari looked down. "Damn, I'm sorry old fart. I can't go; I have to meet up with dad's will planner person thing."
"Oh?"
"Yah, I can't go either, Temi can't drive." Kankuro said, equally disappointed.
"Oh..." Jiraiya said looking down.
"I guess I'll go." Gaara said. "Do you know where we're meeting these three?"
"Oh...um...let's see, it was just this morning. And I believe I wrote it down too..." Jiraiya said as he shuffled around his drawer. "OH! Right, it's at the Atelier Am Dom in Koln."
"OH MAN! THAT'S THE GOOD PLACE!" Kankuro squealed slightly.
"Man, that's one loaded place." Temari hummed as she let a low whistle fall.
Gaara smirked, "you have yourself a done deal mate." And with that the two shook hands.
Later that night
Gaara smirked as he silently lay in the warm soft bed. "I wonder if they found him. It would be a pity if they left him to die..." He mused to himself.
Anonymous Saru: SWEET (sighs) I finished this chapter! I actually sat down, and wrote this through to the end! (Well, besides the fact that—you know...I kinda sorta played PW:AA in between! XD)
Gaara: It was her x-mas present so please don't let her head get swollen. Oh, it'll probably explain some PW fics later on in the future as well...
Naruto: (nods head)
Gaara: Oh and please don't be offended by the horrible American movie comment, kanae—think you should take this.
Anonymous Saru: Well, let's face it. Horror films sucked back in 1990's, now they're all kick ass! XD
Orochimaru: oh, jsyk: Atelier Am Dom is a real restaurant (to the author's knowledge) and mein bonbon is my sweet in German (again, this is to the author's knowledge, seeing as her faithful friend wasn't on for her to ask the question.)
Anonymous Saru: (nods) yesss, so plz dun eat me! OH! I hope you had a wonderful Hanukah, Christmas, or Kwanza! Feliz Navedad yo! Oh and メリ クリスマス！ And Happy Festive holidays! ;D
Naruto: Now! Sit back and enjoy the show! This is for Nikotehfox happy readin!
Jiraiya: Oh, and my cell phone ringer was Empty Walls, by Serj Tankian
Super Special Awesome Flashback!
Naruto groaned as he woke up. It was morning. But—where was he? The mattress was soft and welcoming, surely not his own bed.
Until it clicked finally.
Oh...God. I've...I've... I've slept around with the enemy! Naruto panicked as he lifted his head off the soft pillow.
There, right next to him, laid the sworn enemy. Naruto blushed as he quickly slid out of the bed. He couldn't believe it. A. he slept with the enemy. B. the enemy was sleeping right next to him, naked no less. C. what would he tell Gaara? And D. HOW THE HELL WAS HE GOING TO GET OUT OF THIS ONE?!
Well, first things first. He needed to shower, to rid himself of the horrible side affects of smelling like sex, and to clean himself of...other things down there.
Naruto quickly took his chance excuse himself from the bed and ran straight for the bathroom down the hall—which was the one he used the first time he was there.
As soon as Naruto left. Sasuke woke up.
"Wh'a happn'?" He mumbled. Quickly looking around. Why am I naked? He thought tiredly as he scratched his chest. Oh, right, he finally screwed his little blonde friend.
Sasuke frowned as he looked down at the little body crescent the bed had left of the slumbering blonde. He sighed. And I wanted to make that dobe some breakfast too—fuck I hope things aren't going to be awkward now... Sasuke thought as he stood up and walked to his dresser (yes, completely stark naked.) to choose the clothes he would wear for the day's events.
After finding some black slacks and a plain white button up shirt he walked to his personal private bathroom. Barricading himself in there to of course take a shower, and do the other prima donna-vain-like things Uchiha men did to get ready for the day. (Such as gelling his hair, applying cream on his eyes to get rid of the horrible lines, etc.)
A couple of minutes later Naruto returned in a soft plush bathrobe. So he left? Naruto questioned to himself as he quickly grabbed his skimpy short shorts and pulled them on, and then did the same with his discarded shirt. "He has to have a jacket somewhere..." Naruto mused as he quickly combed his fingers through his wet silky blonde hair, as he searched for Sasuke's closet.
Naruto found the coat the Uchiha always wore when hunting him down and quickly grabbed it. He quietly snuck out of the Uchiha's window and scaled down the wall, or to say, fire escape expertly.
When the Uchiha finally came out he smirked as he saw something on his bedside table. "I hope this isn't going to get awkward between us. –Naruto" Sasuke read.
Of course not, dobe. Of course not...
Anonymous Saru: Oh, I'd like to take the time to thank y'all for the multiple faves and story watches. Not to mention the faves and author watches either! Really it means a lot to me Oh, and let's not forget the c2 faves either! Much love guys!