Lawl and Order: Konoha Unit
A/N: This is an AU. The characters showing up in this story may be twisted and misplaced, pairings will be numerous and changing, and the story will swing from amusing to dramatic whenever I feel like it. It is also written completely in prompted drabbles which may be a few pages to a few paragraphs long. Feel free to give your own prompts. :D
20. Odynometer
Most of the time, no one would be caught dead in his house. There are exactly two people with a key: himself and the half-retarded maid that came in on Tuesdays and never said anything about bloodstains. Of course, she didn't speak very good Japanese and he's pretty sure she's illiterate and suffered some kind of head trauma as a child. That makes her basically safe. So does the fact that he has her kids' schedules memorized and has picked them up on occasion, just to keep her in line. They're pretty sweet brats. He hasn't had to smack them but once.
That said, there is someone in his house. He hates it when people intrude. The boundaries of his personal territory aren't as wide as his actual territory, but he protects it even more fiercely. The underground knows to keep the fuck out. He smiles slowly. Maybe he could have fun with his unexpected visitor. He did so love hearing little thieves cry.
He's made it to the kitchen when he realizes his thief has been hunting him. And that pisses him the fuck off.
"Kyuubi," says a voice he doesn't know but is expecting anyway. He pulls on a grin and turns to regard the man in black standing just barely out of arms length. He recognizes the sharp featured face, spiky black hair, and the raging arrogance.
"Uchiha," Kyuubi purrs out. He leans back against the counter, fingernails digging into the granite. "To what do I owe the displeasure?"
"You're trampling on our interests," the Uchiha says, arms folded across his chest and mouth set in a tight, white line. They're all like that. Kyuubi thinks they all really need to get laid. After all, there aren't that many of them.
"Maybe your interests should stop elbowing in on mine," he hisses back but he's still grinning. He's still willing to be amused. For now. Moving off the counter, he steps closer and rests a hand on the impassive man's chest, digging his nails into him instead. "This town is mine, Uchiha. I just let you live here. If your boys keep edging into my territory, there's going to be a lot of blood and you don't have enough people to spare, do you?"
The Uchiha glances down. The front of his black shirt is growing wet, but his face hasn't changed. Then he gives out a soft noise and it takes Kyuubi a moment to realize it's a laugh. And then he finds himself intrigued.
"We're the ones who let you live," the Uchiha says and his lips quirk up on one side, black eyes shining with a malicious glee Kyuubi rarely sees in anyone but himself.
"Is that so?" Kyuubi purrs and he digs his fingers deeper into the Uchiha's soft skin. The scent of his blood is intoxicating. Maybe he'll fuck this little bastard before he kills him. Might be nice to paint him inside and out with red.
"Even you have weaknesses," the Uchiha murmurs and he's still smirking, the bastard. Kyuubi kind of likes that. At least, until he adds, "Isn't she supposed to be returning from school this summer? Almost has that degree in her pretty little hands. A year left, isn't it?
Kyuubi's smile vanishes. He is quiet a moment. There is no doubt in his mind who the Uchiha is referring to. And that pisses him off. He has the guy slammed against the stove a second later and a knife at his throat. His lips peel back from his teeth.
"You touch a hair on her head," he growls out low and quiet, "and I will track down every single person of your cursed bloodline. I'll rape your women, I'll smother your children, and I'll make every man watch."
"I've heard worse," the Uchiha says. Kyuubi thinks he may not have hated anyone as much as him at that moment. The Uchiha isn't smirking anymore but he looks bored, which is worse. "You know who we are. You know what we can do. Stay out of our business and we'll stay out of yours."
Kyuubi lets go. Inside, he's lashing and snarling but he's not so angry that he can't see reason. So he'll bide his time. He'll wait until she's within his control again, safe and protected, and then he'll make them pay for this humiliation. Kyuubi smiles. He's going to have to make sure this is done right.
"Fine," he says, chuckling. "Have your little scientist. For now."
"How magnanimous," the Uchiha replies. He looks down at his chest with some distaste for his blood soaking into the cloth. "I suppose I'll be going now."
"You'd better," Kyuubi purrs. He follows the Uchiha out, using the front door because even psychotic ninja bastards need to use some manners sometimes. Kyuubi locks the door even though he knows its useless and then he begins to laugh.
He's going to paint the entire town with their blood.