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Kurama is a skilled player in the shoji gaming. But then again a demon fox created by the king of the dead should know pretty much everything. What's a name in the history books, if the legend isn't true? We played two games one which I lost and our last one which was a tie. Looking across from the table Naruto or should I say Kurama smirks knowingly at my misfortune. It's not every day that I could lose so stupidly to a game my forefathers created into tricking the enemy into diverging its secrets and plans.
"Sly fox indeed" He merely scoffs at my little jab, the clearing of a throat from behind me takes my attention from the gloating fox, turning around I spot Kakashi still reading his little literature book, it's almost a pity that little Rin doesn't realize her father is one perverted man. Of course knowing how conniving he can be I keep my thought to myself. Wouldn't want to have to cancel my date with the beautiful Miss Yamamaka from burnt flesh and lightning struck hair mess.
"Ah Nara, what would your father say about your loss to the fox?" annoyed at being reprimand like a child I stand up and walk towards the built in bar to grab a beer bottle. Feeling nervous and anxious about the meeting to come, I gulp down the liquid and submit to the aching burn that comes with it. Feeling better and more at ease, I chug down the rest and take my usual seat in the far corner of the room.
From here I submerse myself in watching the stupidity that is my colleges or friends as human terms refer to. Kurama now Naruto are at the gaming table with Kakashi, his book still in his hand. It's almost comical that two lost souls from the same line of ancestry never knew one another until the great monstrosity that is Orochimaru. Divulging ancient secrets into the hands of Madara Uchiha, it was a battle of wills and trust between the two foes now comrades and dare I say father and son. Eventually Madaras fall and Orochimarus demise was called upon and the legends sitting amongst this crowd both lay truce and stuck together through thick and thin, just as they say. They were thick as thieves.
The big bad alpha male of the Inuzuka pack laid sprawled out on the floor beside the gaming table. The open laptop in front of him almost makes me gag at Kakashi and Narutos reaction. It's probably a porn show, knowing Kiba and his female escapade journey in the human realm. It's almost funny how one wolf could fall completely in love with a witch only to kill her for her vicious jealous attack on his female wolves, perhaps that's the reason for his odd hunger and sex drive these years. A heartbroken man only makes him more dangerous.
The bang of the door shakes me from my thoughts. Kisame is back with beer boxes and bottles. Grumpy as always he glares at Naruto only for the latter to chuckle sheepishly. I'm assuming Naruto went and bought the shopping only to forget his car. Such a fool, I almost pity our poor Hokage. Minato would face palm at his son's moronic actions.
Deidara escapes Sasoris biting words about his pathetic choice of clothing and hair styling and all but traced in front of Kisame, demanding another go at their pong game or something along those lines.
Kisame the heir to the ruling kingdom under the Pacific Ocean. Atlantis. I've only ever visited the place once or thrice. True to its mythical description, it's a beautiful city. One would have to travel deeply into the deep sea to locate its location. It's one of the most difficult routes to trace too. My father joined forces with the kingdom centuries ago. I was probably night gazing during those times. Now Kisame is a criminal in the human realm far-fetched from his royal upbringing. He was a rather pretty child if I remember from my mother's description. With his blue scale skin, standing 7 feet tall and sharp toothed he was indeed a good looking man.
Smirking at my sarcastic remark I glance his way, to be met with his evil grin. He would probably throw me into the ocean and have his evil little minions eat me alive if he ever found out about my thoughts.
Deidara, blond, blue eyed and strikingly feminine. But then again appearance can be deceiving that can be said about the Amazon ruler. His mother was the well-known Hippolyta, the man eater I liked to call her. She was swept up her feet from a human voyager who shipwrecked into her island of vengeful women out to slay all man. One thing led to another and out popped Deidara. Not in the literal sense. In Greek mythology books it was a girl named Diane that was created in dirt and made her daughter. It's almost stupid how the human world can twist history into false writings. There was no Diane only a Deidara. When he was born the elf kingdom was at war with the trolls. Desperate the elf king sort alliance with the amazon people. From there the island is now known as Cynthia. Where both elves and the amazon ladies now reside in. My father and I visited the place. And just like Atlantis, it was a beautiful island. With waterfalls and deep green forests. That's where Deidara once lived. Now he's a wanted bomber who loves to sculpt.
Ah how the mighty has fallen.
Feeling a tap on my shoulder I look up and Sasori is handing me another beer bottle nodding in thanks he sits across the table. Shaggy brownish red hair and droopy hazel nut eyes. Now out of all criminals in the room, Sasori was the truest amongst truest criminals. Or pathological sociopath that loves to string human like puppets and play doll with them. In our world, the underground city Sasori is widely known as Itachis accomplice. Loves to watch humans and thrives in their fear and nightmares. Sasori was a witch's son with a hunter. Both were killed by their own village people. Afraid they sought the heads of his parents. Alone and abandon Sasori took refuge at his grandmother, the great sorcerer Lady Chiyo. He was taught all sorts of poison and spells but most of all he was taught the art of puppeteer. He probably is the only man in the room that I genuinely fear other than our prez and big boss.
I'm just glad he's on our side.
After small talks and the loud noises from Naruto and Kiba and Deidara and Kisames rowdy games of ping pong, Itachi stands from his seat with Sasuke and walks through the door and into the strip club. Taking the cue we all shuffle towards the room. Its empty save for Konohamaru beside the entrance, and Tobi. One would be fooled by his boyish appearance but Itachi never chose weaklings. Tobi was chosen for a reason. A decedent from the legendary Uchihas. The nightwalkers. The powerful rulers of the underworld. He was definitely chosen and welcomed into the gang for a reason. I mean we are a couple bastards roaming the earth as criminals, dangerous nasty criminals. Chuckling at the oddity of the situation I take a seat on one of the couches and wait for the big boss to start with the meeting so it could end.
Sasuke and his stupid assignments.
Sighing, I lean back and stare at the ceiling. Blond and blue eye come to mind, smirking at what's to come tonight I revel in her striking beauty a bit longer feeling the arousal pit forming in my stomach, i open my eyes and look forward.
Truly is the daughter of Aphrodite.