Universe-Mafia Jinchuuriki/Real World AU
Main Characters-Naruto, Kurama
Side Characters-Jinchuuriki, Uchiha Brothers, Tailed Beasts
Pairings-blooming SasuNaru
Warnings-Fem Naruto, crossdressing Naruto, violence, mentions of drug use, language
Origin-Other Fanfiction, once again
Background-When you have Ten crime lords all striving for power in a little city, it's no wonder that things can get very chaotic and bloody. Naruto knows this first hand, she is after all the younger sister of Uzumaki Kurama the Kyuubi Smuggling Master of Konoha's Ninth sector and the infamous Head of Uzumaki Corporation. Her life is never dull, especially considering the fact that she just so happens to be one of the best thieves-for-hire in Konoha, and her newest target happens to be the Nephew of the man listed as number one on Kurama's 'Fuck you too' list in big, bold, red letters.
Disclaimer-Don't own Naruto, do own the plot though, but maybe not the idea…depends.
Chapter Dedicated to the rain pattering outside my windows.
It was a night the same as all the others during that week, nothing really special about it. The clouds were mostly clear, the moon barely shown as a sliver of silver light in the sky. Amongst the lightly rattled branches outside an apartment building sat a black figure, their tanned skin mostly covered by their slightly baggy jacket and pants, work boots covering the figure's feet as their blue eyes glistened behind a pair of darkened shades. A light smirk shifted over the lips of the figure, whose azure gaze stuck to the third-floor apartment where a raven haired boy was just finishing his shower.
The figure's eyes briskly skipped over the boy and instead narrowed on the piece of work left on the dining room table, inviting them toward it with silky whispers of it's worth.
"Hmm…"
The light noise caused a slight shiver to snake down the figure's back as the humming caused vibration along their sensitive lips, coated with a thin layer of gloss. "Such a lovely work of art…"
A grin spread over the figure's face as they let go of the branch they held, dropping down below into the private garden for the residents.
Stealthily moving to the side of the building, the figure raised their arm, shooting a grapple upward before vanishing into the night, barely a blur against the lit windows of the boy's apartment.
I~~~~I
"I told you Ni-San, I'll get the painting to the Gallery tomorrow morning. It'll be fine here; no one will notice the fake until we switch it."
Sighing into the receiver of his phone, the dark-eyed Raven dressed in sweats that hung low on his hips looked toward the object of his brother's concerns.
"Itachi-"
Huffing lightly into the phone, in a manner that really didn't fit the cold look the boy possessed, the Raven pulled the phone from his ear and rolled his eyes.
"Whatever, goodnight."
Pressing his thumb into the red 'end call' icon on his phone, the Raven brushed his pale right hand through his hair before tossing the device leisurely onto his couch, ignoring it as it began to ring.
"You'd think after Seventeen years he'd learn to trust me with things like this…course not."
The Seventeen-year-old teenager moved swiftly into his kitchen, pausing to open the fridge as he searched for some dinner. His eyes roved over the many packages of lunchmeat, and the different types of tomatoes left beside half-eaten takeout boxes. The dark eyes narrowed on the takeout, before promptly lightening on the carton of cherry tomatoes waiting to be washed and snacked on. "I suppose something light won't be too bad."
Reaching, the male picked up the carton, only to freeze when the doorbell to his apartment opened up.
Grunting in annoyance, the male set down his food and walked to the door, peeking through the peephole at his intruder. He was mildly surprised to see a black dressed delivery man with shades pulling back his bright yellow locks standing with a package in his arms, his baggy work coat brushing over the brown package.
"Delivery for Kusanagi? From Susanoo."
The delivery man spoke up, his voice light, indicating either puberty or a really horrible curse dealt by life.
The Raven reached to slide open the lock and wave the electronic pass, before opening the door to stare at the delivery man. The man held out his hand, a simple device held within. "Signature please."
The Raven sighed, reaching to grab it. He paused before scratching his name into the digital device, removing the box from the male's hands as he finished. The delivery man took back the device, looking at the name in slight shock. "Sasuke, heh? Like Sarutobi Sasuke?"
Sasuke narrowed his gray orbs on the delivery man before he sighed heavily and answered, shifting the package into his room. "Hn."
The delivery man raised a brow on a too-delicate face, before chuckling light enough for the sound to be mistaken as a laugh. "I'd say have a nice night…"
Sasuke paused at the wording, barely stepping into his apartment when he felt a hand press into his shoulder, his head snapping to the side just in time to catch the azure orbs hidden under wavy blonde locks.
"But Foxes aren't known for being gentlemanly."
The hand pressed down, and Sasuke felt his body go numb as the gloved thumb of the man slipped from his pressure point. His body slumped, the man pushing the door open as Sasuke's back pressed into the corner of the wall, his vision blurred.
"W-What…?"
A light tap on his cheek was felt, the blue entering his line of vision once more as he heard the laugh once more. "Tell Madara Kyu says hello."
With that, Sasuke's world slipped into the shadows.
I~~~~I
Groaning gently, a red headed male looked around himself, adjusting his arm below him as he yawned away his sleep. Upon feeling a familiar weight and warmth on his body, the male looked down, the scent of the rain wafting into his nose as he gazed down at the small redhead sleeping on him.
Bright azure eyes, deeper than even the sky, gazed back up at him. "Mornin' Kurama."
Kurama blinked for a moment before his lips twitched upward on his deeply tanned face.
"Morning Hime, when did you get back?"
The girl giggled gently, slowly pulling her body up in an arch as she stretched her muscles, her black shirt riding up over her smooth stomach while a pair of basketball shorts rode up along her shapely legs, the bottoms barely caressing her knees.
"Around ten last night. I finished the-"
The girl was cut off by the TV to their right side, past the glass coffee table and Russian rug, cutting into her sentence.
"-So far police have only one lead on the burglary performed last night at 9 pm. The lead is nothing new to this city in situations involving stolen priceless artifacts,"
The girl huffed in slight annoyance, pulling herself to the side of the couch while Kurama sat up, blinking at the blonde haired reporter manning the booth on the news broadcast.
"The Shadow Fox has once again slipped away from a crime without the police finding a single piece of evidence."
Kurama chuckled at this, shaking his head before reaching to playfully ruffle the girl's hair, making her beam as he smiled with his canines displayed at her.
"Nice job Naruto."
Naruto grinned back up at her brother, humming as he slipped off the couch, his hand leaving her hair while he stretched his arms. The news reporter continued with details on Naruto's mission, going far enough to detail the encounter the guardian of the painting, Uchiha Sasuke, had with Naruto.
"It's laughable how easily they assume I'm a guy. I mean really, just because I wear baggy clothes…"
Naruto pouted at the TV, crossing her arms over her chest as she spoke.
Kurama rolled his eyes at his little sister, walking toward his room down the hall of his apartment. "It makes it easier for you to slip away though. Oh yeah, where'd you put the wig?"
Naruto grinned at her brother behind his back. "Wouldn't you like to know."
Kurama shook his head in exasperation, ducking just in time to dodge a pillow before he slipped into the second door to the left, Naru's steps sounding as she walked to her own room to get ready for the day.
The red headed male glanced over his dresser, pausing on the picture of his little sister and another redhead blowing out candles on a cake, several other children gathered around them, mostly older and one younger. Other Teenagers stood in the background, Kurama at the front with his hands resting on the shoulders of his fellow red heads.
Smiling gently at the memories, Kurama grabbed his clothes and walked toward his shower.
I~~~~I
Walking from the shower with a towel wrapped around his neck and a red shirt pulled over his head, Kurama observed his home in silence. He could hear the faint tapping in the kitchen, a lovely smell wafting through the living room. The black couch had been fixed, the pillow tossed at him earlier set neatly at one of its corners, while the ruffled blanket Kurama had used was folded and left on the black loveseat. The sun shone through the wall of windows lining the entrance to the living room, the windows stopping to form a wall as they entered the kitchen, while the other side stopped where it met the right wall of the living room that was also the hallway's backing.
The living room was deposited in the middle of the apartment, with stairs leading upward to the studio level and entertainment rooms, a kitchen attached to the middle wall the TV rested against.
"Kurama, it's almost 9!"
Kurama sighed as he looked to one of the digital clocks left near the TV, annoyance surfacing while he strode toward the kitchen. He stepped onto the tiled flooring, heading toward the marble island where three plates of food rested. Naruto was just turning off the stove and blender when he arrived, her hands working on automatic while she pulled the blender pitcher off the device and tipped the contents into the glasses lining the plates. The girl worked methodically, humming to herself as she nibbled on a piece of bacon held between her lips.
Finally finished, Naruko set the pitcher in the sink with the bowl of raw pancake batter, before turning to grab her plate.
Kurama was already eating his own, savoring the light texture of Naruto's chocolate chip pancakes with her vanilla maple syrup, the bacon and eggs mostly gone.
Naru smirked, used to her brother's quick eating, before she too dug into her food, leaving the last plate to the side while she took a drink of her smoothie.
"You have a meeting at 10, and then you have a lunch date with the newest signer for Uzumaki Corp, after that you have till 1 for whatever and then you have another company meeting. Also, the press wants you to speak about the painting after that, as well as the newest security improvements at our sites, and then the demo on the newest app at tonight's gala. I already sent your suit in for prepping, and I'm going shopping for a dress later on today. Jiraya also called, he wanted to talk about something."
Kurama nodded, finishing his breakfast as he sighed deeply.
"Ok. Don't forget to wake up Kakashi. I'll be heading down to the office, make sure to call Shukaku and tell him to have my office ready."
Naru grinned at her brother as she finished her food, taking his empty plate to the sink.
"Already done."
Kurama chuckled, inwardly knowing he should have expected that. He swung around, carefully placing a kiss on Naruto's forehead before straightening and walking toward the door where his shoes, keys, and paperwork were already laid out.
"Have a good day Kurama-Ni!"
Naruto waved as Kurama pulled his shoes on and left, sparing a smile at his little sister before the door closed behind him.
I~~~~I
A grunt of annoyance left Sasuke's tight lips as he listened to the cops talking with his brother, his eyes narrowed on the wall as he desperately tried to recall the night before. The delivery man with bright azure eyes and blonde hair, who had a good enough knowledge of anatomy and nerves to numb his body long enough to snatch the real painting he had been hiding. He and his brother had been so careful transporting the painting, and in the end, it hadn't mattered. The fake painting being publicly moved was untouched, completely ignored by the thief.
"Alright, thank you for your help."
Looking over to the cops once his elder brother finished, Sasuke allowed his frown to show, his eyes knowingly meeting his elder brother's own gaze.
The pale skinned raven with tear troughs sighed heavily at him, walking forward.
"Outoto, I told you it would have been better to keep it at my place."
Sasuke continued to glare at the older male, even as his eyes met his deep gray orbs.
"Don't give your brother that look Sasuke."
Sasuke's back straightened as a booming voice called out, his eyes snapping to the figure looming in the doorway behind Itachi. The man was also a raven, only his hair hung over his back in a long spiky mane, his eyes darker than obsidian.
"And don't patronize your brother Itachi. This would have happened regardless of the location…In truth, it wasn't the painting they were after."
Sasuke's mind supplied the faint memory of words whispered into his ears after a light slap to his cheek.
'Tell Madara Kyu says hello.'
"Kyu…That's what the guy who stole the painting said. He said Kyu says hello."
Sasuke's eyes narrowed slightly as the man in the doorway nodded.
"Precisely. If anything, this is my own fault for angering Kyuubi…I should have known he'd retaliate like this."
The two brothers stiffened while the eldest hummed, staring off into the hall.
"Come on, we have the meeting with Uzumaki Corp to attend. You both need to get dressed."
The boys shared looks once more before they followed after the older male, each speaking calmly.
"Oh course, Uncle Madara."
I~~~~I
A light puff of air left red lips as long legs pushed through a crowd of people, red hair flying behind Naruto's head as she ran through the people, a pair of white shades placed over her eyes.
Her blue and white sneakers barely brushed the ground as she rushed down the streets, a free smile on her lips. Her messenger bag banged against her hip, the cold air whipping over her cheeks as she raced over the sidewalk toward her destination.
The Azure eyes widened however when a sudden black-dressed figure pulled in front of her, the blue orbs meeting dark gray as she twisted her foot around, barely swinging to the side of the boy she had nearly run into.
The boy looked at her with concealed surprise, his companions reaching forward as Naruto slowed to a stumble, catching herself by shifting her weight to another foot.
"S-Sorry!"
Naruto tossed a grin at the three men walking by, a smirk taking over as she shifted her feet once more and took off running again.
Behind her, she left a rather stunned trio of ravens, one smirking, one indifferent, and one glaring.
"Watch where you're going!"
Sasuke shouted after the red haired devil, glaring as he watched her red locks disappear in the crowd. "You alright Sasuke?"
Sasuke glanced backward at Itachi, sighing heavily as he noticed the glimmer of worry. "Fine."
The Uncle of the two hummed lightly under his breath, turning his gaze in the direction of the girl.
'A red head rushing in the direction of Ichiraku Ramen during lunch hour with barely any thoughts of the world around her. I wonder…'
I~~~~I
Naruto sighed heavily as she twirled slightly in front of the body-length mirror. Her blue eyes slipped down the rather tight fitted top half, and the loose and slightly flared ends.
The dress was a light gray, almost silver. It highlighted her features as well as her auburn hair. The color wasn't her first choice, but it also wasn't her last. She had wanted orange or burnt orange at least, but her brother was very persistent and influential on the staff.
"Well, I might just need a bat if you plan on going to the Gala dressed like that, Naru-Hime."
Naruto's cheeks flushed when she spotted the silver haired man standing behind her. The man was her mentor and Kurama's adviser. He also happened to be the co-author for Jiraiya's Icha Icha series. Above all that, Hatake Kakashi was acting as her escort to Kurama's event.
He wore a simple black tux without the tie, his left eye shadowed by his silver bangs. His face was carefully covered by a rather expensive scarf, any feature at his cheek bones or below hidden. Naruto couldn't help but blush at his compliment, but a pout also worked its way over her face at the nickname he had given her.
When it came to any of Kurama's acquaintances she was known as the 'Hime', or Uzumaki Princess. Half the time the name was used as a mockery of her status as the Kyuubi's left-hand woman.
Kakashi wasn't quite aware of her standing in the criminal underworld, but with his position under Jiraya, the information broker no one wanted to cross, he had to know more than most.
The silver haired man gently took her hand, steering her away from the mirror where she had been fussing over her outfit.
"You look fine, better than that Naruto. We should get going though before your brother thinks you were kidnapped or something." Kakashi commented as he led her to the door, ignoring the grimace crossing her cheeks.
She still remembered the last time she had been late. Kurama had nearly warranted a search party, even though she had actually been at the Gala.
"Don't remind me…Gaara still isn't allowed to be alone with me." Naruto commented, frowning as she remembered how the male had cornered her and taken the liberty to kiss her senseless.
Kakashi's hand tightened on her forearm, his eyes shutting into his dangerous eye-smile. His next words were hissed out in a protective warning. "And he won't ever be alone with you again."
Naruto sighed and resigned herself to being in protective custody for the remainder of the night. It wasn't her fault that Gaara liked her, or that he was crafty enough to slip away before he could be caught. Kurama was still seething and waiting for his chance to ring the other redhead's neck.
She glanced out the windows as the lights shut off and she was hauled out the door, her gaze settling on the streets. Faintly she thought of the Uchiha she had stolen the painting from before she shook her head and pushed any thoughts other than those for the company aside. She wasn't a criminal tonight, she was Uzumaki Naruto, the little sister of Konoha's youngest CEO.
I~~~~I
Sasuke hated gatherings. He disliked the people and the amount of fake emotions. He could spy several women flirting unashamedly with men other than their husbands, as well as said men staring down dresses or up skirts.
It sickened the raven enough to get him to drink another glass of champagne, if still slow enough to be polite. It wouldn't do to piss off his uncle Madara when he was trying to get a deal with Uzumaki Corp. All they needed was that signature and they'd be soaring to the top alongside their ally.
"Careful, if you continue drinking like that you'll end up waking in a bed that isn't your own."
A voice called out from Sasuke's right. The voice was soft and it rang a familiar tune. When Sasuke turned her expected a familiar blonde, but instead he was met with a red haired beauty.
The girl was shorter by a good six inches than him, but her heels lessened that considerably. Her dress was silver with soft lace accents going down the bust, the bottom flaring out just a few inches so it swished around the girl's feet as she walked. Her hair was auburn and done into an elaborate braid with many pins. The most startling feature of the girl was by far her eyes, however, as they were much richer than any ocean or sky. No makeup adorned the girl's face, which was surprising considering most of the ladies were caked in it.
This girl didn't need the makeup to look beautiful, even Sasuke could see that.
"Is that an offer?" Sasuke questioned with a blank face, watching as the girl's lips twitched. She held her hand out to him and offered her name.
"Uzumaki Naruto."
Sasuke had to stifle the surprise rising in his gut as he reached out and grasped her hand firmly. One more surprise was the fact that Naruto's hand felt far firmer than most of the males Sasuke tended to greet.
He pushed it off, noting that this girl was far too surprising to him and most likely would continue to be. Instead, Sasuke leaned forward slightly to meet Naruto's vibrant eyes and offer his own name, his breath brushing her hand as he kissed the top of her hand.
"Uchiha Sasuke."
Naruto's cheeks flushed slightly, but her soft smirk remained in place even as Sasuke pulled away and allowed her hand to drop.
It was obvious she hadn't expected the gesture, and that meant that Sasuke had one up on the Uzumaki.
A tapping noise suddenly broke through their tense atmosphere, the two turning in time to look at the stage set up under the large windows showcasing Konoha in all of its glory. Kurama held his glass along with a small knife he had used to draw everyone's attention to him. His hair was left loose and it fell in precise spikes over his shoulders. His eyes scoured the crowd as his charming smile danced over his lips.
At Sasuke's side, Naruto let loose a soft sigh of exasperation, most likely over the whole farce, before she gently tapped Sasuke's arm.
Sasuke turned to her, meeting her gaze just before she whispered to him.
"How about we ditch this and go somewhere else to get to know one another? He's just going to spout some nonsense about everyone doing their parts…"
Naruto's gaze never left Sasuke. Those eyes were intense and they sealed the deal when it came to listening to this strange redhead.
Sasuke smirked and allowed the girl to steer him from the crowd, no one really paying attention to them as Kurama continued his speech.
I~~~~I
Once they had left the party and come upon a rather secluded alcove looking over Konoha, Sasuke let out a soft chuckle.
"You know most girls lead me from parties to do more than talk."
Naruto glanced back at Sasuke with a delicately raised brow before she laughed. Her laugh wasn't like the soft giggle soft giggles other high-class women let out, but instead, it rang true and had a healthy feel to it.
"Well, I'm not most girls. If you want anything more from me than you'll have to know me first. I don't do strangers …"
Sasuke stepped closer to the girl, catching her by surprise if her widening eyes were anything to go by. He placed a hand on the side of her head and looked down at her eyes. He could hear her breathing and see the way her shoulders relaxed against the wall he had pinned her too.
He spoke softly, his eyes searching her gaze. "Just Sasuke is fine, Uzumaki. And if you want to get to know me, well I suppose we can talk."
Naruto's cheeks flushed, but true to his expectations she smirked and her hand pressed to his chest. Her face was inches from his, her eyes dancing with a wicked light.
"Call me Naruto then, Sasuke." The words came out as a sensual purr that had Sasuke nearly backing out. Despite the girl's flustered actions she still knew how to play along, and that was something new for the Uchiha.
There was no doubt in Sasuke's mind that Madara would be pissed at him for flirting with Uzumaki Kurama's little sister, but he honestly didn't care.
"So, what's your favorite food?" Naruto commented like they weren't pressed together. Sasuke's eyes trailed her lips as he felt some smugness take control of him.
Sasuke replied gently with, "Tomatoes…I don't really like sweets either."
Naruto hummed and countered with her own answer. "I like strawberry shortcake, but I'd have to say I prefer the classic soul foods most."
They both gazed at one another and Sasuke asked the next question. "How about dinner sometime then…I can pick you up."
Naruto chuckled again, tilting her head so that the light caught her features in a very appealing way.
"You move fast Sasuke, but sure."
She whispered. Her lips ghosted his own and Sasuke pressed forward. He had thought they'd learn more but as it was this girl was intoxicating.
Uzumaki Naruto had this pull about her, and even though she had most likely dragged him from the party for a less than well-intentioned reason, Sasuke wanted to go along with it.
The kiss was soft and quick, just a gentle peck in all honesty, but it had Sasuke caught in the damned red head's grasp.
They both pulled away and Naruto grinned at him again, before she suddenly vanished from his 'pin'.
Sasuke whipped around, finding that the Uzumaki had ducked under his grasp and slipped behind him in the span of a few seconds.
The redhead walked toward the balcony, her dress shining. It was that moment Sasuke saw the diamond cut into the back, exposing her tanned skin.
He shook his head and followed the strange girl. He still had to get her number, after all.
I~~~~I
Kurama frowned as he walked through the empty halls, his eyes searching for any spot of red other than his own reflection. Beside him was Uchiha Itachi, the older nephew of Uchiha Madara. Kurama had been playing nice with Madara when Itachi had come up and mentioned his little brother's disappearance. It was then Kurama noted that Naruto had also vanished, resulting in his protective side flaring. The last time Naruto had done the same thing he had found Gaara kissing her against a wall.
Just the memory had his insides boiling. Too many men liked to take advantage of his little sister. It was starting to get really old and it was the whole reason that Kurama had made Kakashi the girl's escort. Naruto had managed to give the silver-haired author the slip, however, when he was busy talking with Jiraya.
A sudden bout of laughter caught his attention and he turned sharply to looked down the hallway to his left.
Walking down the corridor was a familiar red head along with a new Raven. The Raven was leaning quite close to Kurama's little sister, the girl staring at him with an equal intensity.
The raven spoke and Kurama noticed how Naruto shivered and her cheeks flushed red.
It was enough to have him stalking over.
Naruto, who always seemed to have a sixth sense to his location, turned around to see him. The Crafty Vixen smiled at him and waved, her head tilted so that she looked far too innocent.
"Kurama-Ni! Meet Sasuke-Kun. He agreed to show me around Sharingan Inc. so that I could get to know them before we partner. He also invited me to dinner!"
Naruto grinned at him, Sasuke raising a brow behind her back as his lips twitched up at the corners.
Kurama wanted to skin the bastard alive, but seeing as the boy's older brother had just walked up, he thought it unwise. His little sister had also smartly hugged him, keeping him from reaching for the knife hidden in his belt.
It was all well a good, however, because Kurama would get back at the smug Uchiha soon enough. Leave it to his little Sister to make him target not just the head of the Uchiha, but his nephew as well.
I~~~~I
I was bored…no excuse really. I mean I wanted to do this for a long time and I doubt I did this line of plot justice. I may do more if anything it's just a plot bunny that I will leave to rot. Feel free to expand on it, and any other of my one-shots. I write these because I can't find one I want to read. Thanks for sticking to it this long, until next time!