Changed the summary, but it's still all the same. Chaos. Fun.
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Scammed
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Warning for this Chapter: A deranged, perverted Itachi...and a broken expensive figurine.
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"Hey." Naruto waved with one hand while the other was drying off his damp hair when the remaining teens arrived. It had taken him three consecutive showers to get rid most of the red dye in his hair. His sun-kissed blond hair was now temporarily strawberry blond.
Chouji was in the living munching away like it there was no tomorrow while watching television. The trio had just arrived after parking the three cars in the huge garage, now lounging around in the kitchen that was open to the living room.
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Receiving a desperate call from Kiba, who was watching the owner of the black Lamborghini and his friends make way directly in front of the Aston Martin, with three-way calling with Shino on the other end, hurriedly told Shikamaru to high-tail it out of there since the owner of the Mitsubishi was fast approaching his way.
Luckily the three of them left without a problem or ass thrown into jail.
Not the same can be said for Naruto and his companion Chouji, though.
It seemed that Sasuke was dead intent on getting his car back. The raven-haired teen had bullied a nearby motorcyclist into relinquishing his hold on his sports cycle. Sasuke hopped on and immediately took off, weaving through the momentarily gridlocked streets and breaking about several federal laws in the process...And briefly forgotten about his companions who were shouting after him.
That fucker will pay.
A few blocks away, an annoyed sigh escaped the brunette's mouth as he closed the laptop and laid it to the passenger seat. Shikamaru tilted his head back, managing to catch stray wispy grey clouds stretch across the otherwise clear night sky through the open rooftop. He had only realized this when he accidentally pushed the button when stretching his arms from the fast typing and hacking into the city's computer mainframe for traffic, flexing his fingers.
You better not get caught or this will really be troublesome.
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"Um, Naruto?" Chouji tentatively asked once he was assured the other was finally focused on driving.
"Yeah, what's up?"
"The motorcyclist behind us, he isn't the owner of this Lamborghini...is he?"
"Of course n—" Blue eyes quickly flickered to the rearview mirror as if to reassure the plump dirty blond it was just another civilian. Black hair, pale, black eyes, looks pissed off, black shirt, ripped jeans... "—shit! It is!"
"Oh, man why'd I have to nap in this car?-!"
"Hold on tight, Chouji!"
"You seriously aren't—"
"GET BACK HERE YOU FUCKERS! THAT'S MY CAR!"
"—never mind."
"I thought as much!" Naruto cheekily grinned.
Since the main streets are packed thanks to a certain brunette, Naruto swerved the car down into a private one, taking various turns here and there in attempt to throw off the fuming raven.
"Fuck, why'd he go hitch a sports motorcycle?" The designated driver grumbled unhappily as his passenger was clinging onto dear life. "Oh, well, least I get to have a challenge!"
"Naruto!"
"Don't worry, man!"
"For the sake of both of us and my uneaten food, I will!"
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"Now what? Sasuke-kun gone chasing," Sakura sighed as she plopped herself down on a nearby empty bench. "And I doubt he'll pick up his phone."
"D-don't worry about him, Sakura-chan. I'm sure Sasuke-kun can take c-care of himself," Hinata warmly smiled at her friend, patting her back in comfort.
"Thanks, Hinata." The pink haired-girl gave the other a grateful hug.
After a moment or two, Neji quietly said, "Let's head home."
"What'll I tell my parents and Sasuke-kun's?"
"What else?—The truth. Only then will we be able to get our cars back."
Hailing yet another cab, the trio entered the yellow car and headed on home.
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"He better not make a single scratch on my car," vowed Sasuke as he leaned the motorcycle to the right, making a sharp turn, "or else his face will meet his ass after I'm done with him."
Picking up speed as he chased them down a steep hill, onyx orbs watched them make another right at the stop intersection, completely ignoring the sign itself and disregarded the other automobiles, leaving a rather riled up group of drivers cussing and honking madly. In the moment he was watching them, Sasuke almost failed to notice a truck going across, leaving him mere seconds to react. Upon instinct, he clutched the handle brakes and swerved the sports vehicle so that he and the cycle itself was almost touching the ground on one side, sliding underneath the enormous truck—similar to what you see in action movies.
Once the motorcycle slowed to a stop in the middle of the intersection, Sasuke picked the bike up and cursed loudly once he realized he had lost sight of the culprits.
"Dammit!"
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"Fuck, didn't Shikamaru let up the gridlock after they left?" Kiba complained right after he returned from sticking his head out the window, spying the impossibly long line of traffic still at a red light, impatiently drummed his fingers against the steering wheel to a random beat. "Geez, I wanted to beat Shino, dammit! But not like this—at a snail's pace!"
Apparently, the impromptu race between Shino and Kiba was now out of the question.
The tune of his phone, which was set on the ring tone of a dog barking, brought the dog lover out of his continued mental rant. Spotting who the caller was on the screen, he grinned and flipped the phone open.
"Yeah?"
"Short cut?"
"Lead the way, bug boy."
CLICK!
Kiba stared at the phone for a moment prior to barking out a laugh. It seemed that Shino have yet to be accustomed to be called by that nickname from Kiba and Naruto.
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"Awesome, we lost the sucker!" Naruto whooped after glancing at the rearview mirror, "Thank you truck!"
"Can we go home now?"
"Sure thing!"
Maneuvering the thankfully unscratched Lamborghini around to head on home, using short cuts, Naruto blasted on 'Rewrite' by Asian Kung Fu Generation so loud that people down three blocks could hear them. Chouji was left whimpering in the back seat as he tried his best to block out the deafening but admittedly good music if it was turned up so god damn loud.
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"What took you guys?" The strawberry blond teen inquired as he trekked up the stairs to his bedroom to change. Returning minutes later donning grey drawstrings and a worn out orange t-shirt, still toweling his hair, Naruto grabbed himself a glass of water and seated at the kitchen island.
"Too many shortcuts, too many cars," was the response from Kiba, side-glaring at sunglass wearing teen then at the bored-looking brunette.
Evidently, Shikamaru thought it was too much of a hassle to return the traffic lights to normal so that left with many cars driving around looking for shortcuts thus resulting in their extreme tardiness. What usually took a fifteen minute ride from 'Angel's Valet Parking' to their main base, which was also their home, was a three hour ride.
Toothily grinning, he eagerly leaned forward on his elbows that rested upon the table, "How much we reaped tonight, Shika?"
"'Tch, so troublesome." The lazy brunette shot the strawberry blond a lethargic glare for mocking him just now. Naruto's cheeky grin threatened to split his face in half. Shikamaru was half hoping it would happen. "With the two cars, I'd say about one-forty grand at least if not more. However if you sell it in parts, probably doubled since it's worth more than the car as a whole..."
"SWEET!" Kiba and Naruto pumped their fists in union.
"This so makes up for this morning's scam," Naruto started spinning around in his stool.
"What'd I say, fox boy? Was this a good idea or what?"
"Shut up, retard. I told you, you gloating scare the shit out of people."
"Fucker."
"Dumb ass."
"Fucktard."
"Fuckwit."
"Moron."
"Dog breath."
The remaining three tuned the two out as they went about to do their own things and occasionally heard the duo recycled their words. Shikamaru lazed around on the expensive but very comfy and inviting couch; Chouji on the equally-looking armchair; and Shino went to change into his more preferred clothing of a pale grey high collared sweater and black trousers, and he sat on the opposite end of where Shikamaru laid.
"Will you both shut the hell up?" muttered a new voice, coming from the hallway that merged into the kitchen and living room.
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Their parents were away on a business trip somewhere in Europe, closing a deal in something that Sasuke paid no heed of. That meant he could throw out his mannerism and courtesy out the window towards his older brother.
Like so,
"Shut up," was the first phrase uttered from the young Uchiha to his brother who had a questioning brow poised before returning to normal.
"Had quite the adventure, I see" Itachi went on anyways (despite the other's obvious threat that was laced in the words) and observed with a slight smirk, "Didn't know you can get scratches and bruises just from riding a car, little brother."
"Fuck you." Sasuke muttered as he stomped his way out of the main hallway and up the grand staircase to his room.
"Love to but incest is frown upon in society nowadays," the eldest Uchiha smirked.
"Get your fuckin' mind out of the gutter, Aniki!" his shout carried down the empty hall right after slamming his door shut.
"But you requested!" Itachi childishly protested like a child weaseling out of punishment by means of blaming the younger sibling.
A frustrated yell was muffled by the walls that were soon followed by a thrown object that shattered on impact.
"Shit!"
Itachi could only smugly smirk at his little brother's antic. Sasuke could be so amusing at times when he wasn't brooding over something stupid. But then, maybe it was his (Itachi) fault? ...Nah.
That sounded expensive...! His mind said in a sing-song voice and then loudly said in a teasing voice, "I hope it wasn't the figurine that Haruno girl gave you from the engagement party! It's custom-made, you know!"
"Shut up, Itachi!"
Ah, so it was that. His smirk widened.
Did he mention how fun it was to see Sasuke pissed off?
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