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(Third Person View)
It was nighttime, and Gaara sat alongside Sasuke at a small round table at a sports bar. Gaara was depressed and wiped away a few tears. Naruto and Sasuke were both deeply concerned and asked what was wrong. He got his answer, and it wasn't pretty.
"What?" Sasuke says after hearing what Gaara told him about his father's sudden death, "What happened?"
"He had a heart attack. The doctors said that his, uh, the heart just burst in his chest like a water balloon," Gaara sniffs as he takes a swig at his whiskey, still in shock of the events that happened earlier today, "His funeral's private, so I'm afraid you guys can't go."
"That's alright," Naruto reassures him, "I got work anyways."
"Same. But fuck, dude," Sasuke consoles him by patting his back. He looked just as dejected, "I'm so sorry, man. I knew you and your dad were very close."
"Yeah, I loved him. I loved working for him, you know? It was, like, awesome. But, of course, now my cokehead mom's gonna be in charge."
"Seriously?" Sasuke's eyes widen, surprised. Gaara nodded, and Sasuke replied, "That's fucking terrible."
"Exactly!" Gaara shows relief knowing a friend of his agrees, "Do you know how many times I caught her doing blow at work?"
"Yeah, and I don't understand why you don't just report her to the police," Naruto immediately leaves for the bar lounge to get the drinks he had ordered. He comes back to their table with two bottles of beer in his hand; he gives one to Sasuke, then talks with Gaara, "Didn't you already try doing that."
"I did, but my dad wouldn't let me," Gaara explained, "Said he would talk her out of it instead. So now, come to think of it, the only positive coming out of my father's death is that I can finally confront her."
"This thing's a real bummer. And honestly, I think you're the only one of us who loves his job but never hated his boss," Naruto begins to rant, "Did I tell you that my MOM tricked me into drinking at 8:00 this morning? She laughed while I was drinking! I mean, I literally work for a fucking sadist."
Gaara's mindset changed, much to his pleasure, "Shit, that's awful."
"Whoa, hang on," Sasuke says quickly, "How did she trick you?"
"I thought she was giving you a promotion?" Gaara asks as a girl passes by; he looks at her but isn't interested.
"She is, definitely. Maybe that's why she's being extra evil because this is her last chance to make my life miserable, you know?" Naruto says, "Her ONLY son. Me! And she's giving me hell!"
"Well, you did ask her to not give you special treatment when you were landed with the job," Gaara contradicts his attitude and statement.
"I know, I know. I deserve it, but not to the extreme, you know what I mean?"
"We do," Sasuke sighs, drinking his beer, "Well, at least your moms don't sexually harass you."
"Oh my God, "Gaara snorts, placing his hands on his cheek with his arms resting on the table. He still sounded slightly dejected but lesser than before, "Here we go."
"What a surprise," Naruto says sarcastically, "What has Miss Uchiha done this time?"
"C'mon, guys," Sasuke moans irritatingly, annoyed that the two don't take his situation seriously, "Don't give me shit."
"Alright, but understand that you will not get any sympathy from this," Naruto replies before chugging his drink.
"I'm telling you, she's out of control," Sasuke explains, "It's like a totally hostile work environment now, man."
Naruto begins to laugh, and so does Gaara.
"It's not funny!"
"Oh yeah?" Gaara didn't sound or look convinced.
"Okay," Sasuke slams his hands on the table, "Get this. Today, I had a patient under gas, and I asked her to check the water jet. Then she sprays water down at my crotch just so she could see the outline of my dick."
Gaara and Naruto look at each other as if saying, 'are you kidding?"
"That's great," Gaara speaks up first.
"It's not great!"
"Listen, your mom is a woman looking for a good fuck with a younger man," Naruto suggests to him.
"I mean, how bad can that be?" Gaara asks Sasuke, "Why don't you just… you know? Fuck her?"
Sasuke facepalms and quietly laughs hysterically, "Are you kidding with me, right now? First of all, she's my mom. And secondly, I am engaged to be married to Sakura, and I love her, okay?"
"Yeah, that's true." Naruto points out and agrees with Sasuke on this one.
Gaara also nods in agreement and toasts, "Congratulations, by the way."
"Thank you." They all make cheers.
After they drink, Naruto suddenly thinks, "Come to think of it, why don't you just relocate or something?"
"Yeah, there's gotta be other dental jobs," Gaara adds.
"For starters, I love where I am because the entire staff, minus my mom, are the most hospitable. And… I can't get another job, remember?"
"Right," Gaara then laughs half-drunk, "Because you'd have to tell them you're a child molester."
"No, uh, deviant. Sexual deviant?"
"What is it? How do they classify it? Sex offender?"
Sasuke is continuously bombarded with these questions until he finally blurts, "I'm on the registered sex offender list, yes."
"'Sex offender.' That's the one," Naruto snaps his fingers, "But can't you get that expunged? All you did was pull your dick out on a playground."
"Listen, I was drunk taking a piss in the middle of the night; there were NO kids. You DO NOT put a playground right next to a bar. That's entrapment."
"Mhm," Naruto nods, taking another drink.
Gaara then spots a beautiful woman, blonde, probably in her late-30s, wearing a tight dark green dress, showing cleavage and legs. She smirks and winks at him, giving a signal of some sort. Then, with an extensive smile on his face, he looks at the two friends and says, "Speaking of entrapment, I will see that fine woman about her vagina to take my mind off things. Excuse me, gents."
And he leaves. Now he was interested.
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The Next Day
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(Naruto's POV)
It's a new day, and I'm sitting alongside five other co-workers at our conference table. Mom's chair at the head is empty. I felt thirsty, so I poured some water from a glass pitcher. Shikamaru is sitting next to me, and I ask him, "She did say 10 o'clock, right?"
"Yeah, and I'm sure it's about you being promoted?" He smirks, patting my shoulder, "Congratulations."
"In one year, you climbed up fast," Shino comments, "Nobody's been able to do that since… ever."
"Thanks, guys," I take in the encouragement, and I turn around to see everyone looking at me happily, giving me thumbs up and the 'okay' sign. They all knew I was getting the promotion, and I did too. And it wasn't because I was the boss's son but because I worked hard to get all this way. Suddenly, I joke, "It's funny how she got all over my ass if I'm a minute late, but then she makes us wait for 15."
"You were two minutes late, son. I didn't know I had to punch a clock with you," mom deadpanned as she entered the room. What a coincidence before turning her attention to everyone in the room, "And I'm sorry for being late."
"You don't. Of course, you don't. I'm sorry…."
"It's fine. I'll just attribute this to your drinking problem."
"I don't have a…."
"Naruto," she says calmly but coldly, "Please, we're in the middle of a meeting. Morning, everyone! Have we figured out our best sales distribution plan for the new year handsets?"
The question made everyone cower in the room. My co-workers, including Shikamaru, buried their heads in their notes and hands kept to themselves. Then, I tensely raise my hand, seeking an opportunity to show why I deserve to be promoted.
"Naruto?" She asks in her sweet voice, "What do you suggest?"
"I simulated several sales cycles, factoring in likely end-users, point-of-sale limitations, and specific demographic variables."
"And?" She had the face of 'enlighten me.'
I breathe, "And in my opinion, an open plan selling process in our top 30 markets and targeted upgrade offers to existing customers promises the greatest yield."
Mom nods at me with a big smile on her face. Is she impressed?
"Thank you, Naruto. Did you all see how he did that?" She sounds impressed, "Yes, my son may be a pathological liar and have a crippling drinking problem, but when the chips are down, Naruto has what it takes."
I look down to the ground, lightly shaking my head. She was definitely not letting that go any time soon.
"Which brings us to our next order of business. I've decided who I want as our new Senior VP of Sales. He's right here in this room."
Everyone turns to look at me. I sit up straight, ready to hear my name. Until…
"It's me." She says. And everyone looks back at her, confused and shocked.
"What?" My mind exploded with questions, "What did she say?" I look back at her with my eyes as wide as possible.
"I've decided to absorb the responsibilities of the Senior VP position into my own because I realized that if you want something done right, you do it yourself. So, I'm going to be knocking down the wall between my office and what would've been the Senior VPs to create a single, enormous office. However, as a cost-cutting measure, I will only be taking 85% of the additional salary I'm entitled to, which is called self-sacrifice. So, learn from this, folks!"
In my head, it was just the sound of a car tire screeching, a train breaking, and a woman screaming all mixed together.
"So, the meeting's adjourned," Moms says, and I snap out.
As everyone turns to leave, murmuring to each other. Shikamaru pats my back, "What the hell was that?"
"What happened?" Sai asked.
"I… I… I don't know. I'm gonna talk to her." I felt that my body was going to crumble within. But I manage. I get out of my chair and dash forward to catch up with mom before she reaches her office, "Mom, can I speak to you, please?"
"What's up?" She says as we walk to her office.
"You know, you've been hinting that I was in line for that promotion for months?"
"I know, and look how hard you've been working."
"So you've just been lying to me this whole time?"
Mom fake gasps (I know so), and she gives me a sympathetic smile, "Lying? No, Naruto, motivating. Look, we're all part of the same team here. Plus, I will be doing all the extra work."
"Then why stress yourself out and give ME the extra work?" I retort, slightly raising my voice this time, "For the last month, you've been keeping up late at work."
"Yes?" She didn't know where I was coming from.
"I barely get any sleep, I can't even get alone time anymore, and it's difficult for me to get a girlfriend because I get all cranky. And two weeks ago, you wouldn't let me say goodbye to Kurama!"
"I'm sorry, who?"
"Our dog you got for my tenth birthday. I told you I needed to see him because he was dying, and you said if I left early, I'd get fired… And he died before I made it to the vet."
"But don't you enjoy working here?"
"I do, but you're missing my point," I think I was close to semi-crying, or maybe that's just me? "My point is… is that I deserve a break after all the work you put me through."
Mom stops in her tracks, and she looks at me. Now her smile of sympathy became empathy, "Sorry, I really am. I'm sorry."
I wanted to believe every word she just said; I didn't. Why?
Because she spoke again, it made me snap once she ended the embrace and continued her way back to her office, "But I needed you to work late because you are an invaluable member of this operation. And I need you in the position you're in."
That's it!
"Well, tough shit! Okay?" I snap. The entire office floor looked at us in secret, but I knew they watched me stand up for myself, "I've been in position for the past five months. So why would I stay after being treated like this!?"
Mom cracks her neck before looking at me, her 'nice' smile pasted on her face, and comes up to me. She speaks to me quietly, "Because I'd make sure that nobody in the industry would ever hire you again."
"Bullshit."
She chuckles, "Well, anyone who interviews you will want my letter of recommendation, right? And I'm perfectly willing and prepared to tell them, in that letter, that you are an insubordinate, dishonest drunk."
I looked at her for a couple of seconds as if I wanted to punch her. The only two reasons I didn't is because she's still my mom, and I don't hit girls in the first place. Men, take this as advice; never hit women. I then reply with more anger, "You can't do that. That's not true."
"Now, now, Naruto. Let's not make a scene," Mom chuckles again, but it's darker. She gets directly in my face, whispering very softly but intensely in my ear. She showed her true colors, and it wasn't pretty, "Let me make this clear, son. You weak, little fuck. I own you. You're my bitch boy. So don't make the mistake of thinking you have free will here in this office anymore because you don't. I can crush you anytime and anywhere I like. So settle in because you are here for the long haul."
Before she leaves for her office, she bites and licks my ear. The entire floor goes back to their business as I stand there all alone, stunned.
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(Gaara's POV)
I arrived at work after the funeral. Dad would have us working hard and building the company; he told me he wouldn't want us to mourn at home. Mom didn't show and didn't know where she was. Kankuro and Temari went into the office entrance first, and I somberly followed close by. Once I was inside, I placed my suit jacket on the back of my chair.
"Yo, youngest child," mom rolls her office chair from dad's former office. She wore her usual office attire, "What the fuck?"
This is where you were? My siblings sighed and walked away. They knew I would go ape shit with her, "What?"
"You're three hours late," she points to her wrist that doesn't even have a watch on. Finally, she turns her hands upside down, signaling, "What's the deal?"
"I could say the same to you," I point ferociously at her.
"Why is that?" She crosses her legs and her arms, "Enlighten me."
I point outwards as I speak loudly, "We were at dad's funeral!"
"Uh-huh. Mm-hm," she fidgets with her blouse as if she didn't care. Of course, she would have if she wasn't under the fucking influence, "Maybe that excuse would have flown when your father was here, but guess what? Mommy's in charge now."
"THAT excuse wouldn't make any sense if your dad was still here," I retort.
Mom is taken aback, "Whoa. In my office, now."
She pushes herself with the chair towards dad's office desk. I groan in frustration as I breathe to calm myself down. Kankuro and Temari only watch as I storm into her office. As I enter, I notice that my dad's 'Rasa' nameplate has been partially taped over with the name 'Karura' scribbled in magic marker. I wince at my mother's addiction, knowing that it makes her utterly disrespectful to everyone, including my older siblings. It's funny how I'm the youngest but the most confronting.
"Yes?" I ask.
"Sit," she points at the chair opposite the desk.
"I'm not a dog, mom."
"Good boy." Man, she really doesn't care.
But I do sit. Mom quickly slips a small mirror and rolls up a dollar bill into a drawer. In her office so far, I have noticed that my mom has tossed most of dad's mementos, achievement awards, and photos with luminaries in the trash, "Threw all of dad's stuff away, huh?"
"You want 'em?" Then, fixing her sandy-brown hair, she says, "Go ahead and pick up the trash, boy."
I chuckle angrily, "Once again, not a dog."
I pick up the trash can and drag it towards the rear of mom's 'own office' entrance.
"I've been looking over the books," she ignores what I said. Typical, "You're the accountant. So tell me, Why is this company in the crapper?"
"We're not," I explain, "It's a recession, but we're still profitable."
"Bullshit!" She snaps before calming down, "Look… I know how you and your father were very close, like childhood pals. Okay? Frankly, I always thought it was a little bit weird and gay. I have no idea why he thought you were so fucking special…."
I shook my head, sighing as she kept rambling. Finally, I could not stand her anymore.
"…But that doesn't matter because he's in the ground. And I'm your boss, now. And there's gonna be some changes around here."
"Can't wait to hear them," I say unenthusiastically.
"Okay, first things first," she picks up a piece of A4 paper and shows it to me, "Hospital bills for one Baki. Why the fuck are we paying his hospital bills? He doesn't even work here anymore."
"Well, he doesn't work here anymore because he had a horrible accident in our warehouse; the guy burnt half of his face."
"Exactly that," she places the paper down, "I don't want my money to support monsters."
That was the most horrendous thing she has ever said in the history of us knowing her, minus the drug addiction. I snapped, "He's not a monster. He's a great guy who worked for this company for 10 years!"
She smiled and placed her finger on her throat, sliding it to the other side, "Cut him off."
I am definitely putting you in rehab.
"Second," she takes out another paper, "'EnviroTech Waste Management.' What the fuck is shit we're paying so much for? It's costing us a lot of money."
"Dad chose to dispose of our chemical waste responsibly," I wondered if she even cared about this company, "To do that, you gotta spend a little more money."
"Well, to that, I say, fuck it! Do you know why? " She snaps again, "The Bolivians will do it for a third of the price. I'll hire them."
I immediately disagreed, "Nope. You can't go to them…."
"Yeah, I will. I think I will…."
"No, you can't go to them!"
"I THINK I FUCKING WILL!"
"YOU ARE GOING TO ENDANGER THOUSANDS OF LOCAL RESIDENTS!"
"OH, I GIVE A FUCK SOME LOCAL TRIBESMAN GETS CANCER! CRY ME A FUCKING RIVER!"
Some tears formed in my eyes, but they never dropped, "They're not tribesmen. It's a MODERN SOCIETY!"
"Do I look like a fucking care…?"
"Okay! Alright, mom! Listen to me," I stood up to look down at her, "Dad clearly told us that he would rather die… than save money and hurt people, okay?"
"Well then, we're right on schedule, aren't we?" She stands up to meet my glare. My eyes narrowed as she continued, "Oh, we also need to drain some of the blood around here."
"Gotta drain… what do you mean 'drain the blood'?"
"Well, there's a saying that blood is thicker than water," she explains, "And by blood, I mean family."
I still didn't understand.
She breathes, "I want you to fire your siblings."
Now I did, "What?"
"When I see them, they remind me of fat people," she continues, "They seem lazy and slow; they make me sad to look at."
Her picture would pop up if there was a new definition of 'awful,' 'a monster,' or 'disgusting.' Finally, I shouted loud enough so Kankuro and Temari would hear, "I AM NOT GOING TO FIRE MY SIBLINGS!"
"Really, you're not?"
"Yeah, really. I'm not taking orders from someone who doesn't care about this company, especially YOU."
She laughs hysterically, "No fucking shit, I don't care about this company. This is just an ATM to me. When I married your father, you think I dreamed of running a fucking chemical company?"
I shook my head.
"No. I dreamed of being on a beach… with a hot young guy serving me tropical drinks. That's what I dream about, and that's what's gonna happen as soon as I squeeze the profit out of this fucking company. But first things first. You fire' sister blondie' or 'puppet brother,' or else… I fire all three of you."
I stand up straight and breathe out more frustration.
"Do the math, sweetie. One loses the job, or three loses it." She sits back down and shoos me with her hand, "Now get the fuck out of here."
As I leave, she says, "And don't forget to bring your fucking trashcan."
I storm out of her office with the trashcan in hand. I place it under my office desk and run my hands over my red hair. Kankuro and Temari look at me, mouthing, "It's okay." They heard the whole thing, and I'm glad they did. I needed some fresh air.
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(Sasuke's POV)
Apparently, my mom asked for me for whatever reason. But it was a new day, so I figured it shouldn't be a problem… a big mistake. So I knock on her office door, waiting for a reply.
"Come in," I hear her say, and I open the door.
I first saw her wearing her lab coat, so she seemed more professional. Again, big mistake.
"Hey, mom, you wanted to see me…?" She turns around to see me. She wore her lab coat alright, "Oh, shit!"
As I attempt to leave the room, her door is slammed shut via remote control. Uh-oh.
When I say, she wore her lab coat. I mean, JUST her lab coat. I could see her silky smooth legs and some of her breasts showing, and I just thought, Were they that big before? I shake my head to get rid myself of the thought. Although, she did wear black stockings connected to white lingerie panties. Still, didn't make anything better.
She poses and gestures to the patient's chair, "Why don't you have a seat, Sasuke?"
"Mom," I manage to say, "Do I have to?"
"Please?" She begs politely.
I comply for some reason, so I sit on the chair. But once I catch her purposely bending over to show me her perfectly round ass, I immediately stand up, "Okay, mom. This is ridiculous…."
Mom holds up her hands. "I know what you're going to say, and that's what I wanted to talk to you about," she sits and leans back in her chair and puts her hands behind her head, revealing even more of her body, "Look, Sasuke, you know that I like to… 'fool' around at work. Right?"
"Mhm."
"And I might even… You know, I might even cross the line a bit. But the last thing that I wanna do is make you uncomfortable. I mean, it's just not professional. You know? And I pride myself on being a professional…."
I nod at her words, but I'm actually laughing my ass off. 'Pride yourself on being professional,' my fucking ass!
"…So from now on, I would like you to tell me, you know… when and if I cross the line. Okay?"
"Okay," I nod once more, "Now."
She's taken aback, raising an eyebrow, "What?"
"Now," I repeat and point out, "You're… kinda crossing a line because… well because you're naked."
Mom chuckles and giggles, "I am… not naked, son."
"No, mom," I retort respectfully, "You are technically naked."
"Oh please," she places her hands on the table and sits up straight seductively, "Can you see my pussy?"
I look around the room, "Hmm, true. But, um... But I think, uh, even saying the word 'pussy' is…."
She grins, "That's crossing the line?"
"Little bit," my pitch gets higher.
"You're starting to sound like a little faggot there, son."
"There we go. That one's another, probably an illegal thing to say too."
"Okay. Let's not talk about illegal, Mr. I-Like-To-Pee-On-Little-Boys-And-Girls," she slowly stands up seductively.
I groan, "It was an empty playground in the middle of the night."
"Ah. That's weirder. Poor children must have been terrified."
"There were no children. No kids in the park! Why can't people understand that?"
"You know what? Forget it. Listen, let's just cut to the chase, alright, mister?" She walks up to me. Her height is equal to mine since she wore black stiletto high heels, "You're engaged now."
"Yeah?"
"And I respect the institution of marriage way too much to violate it. So that's why you're gonna have to fuck me well before the wedding," when she said that, my brain shut down and rebooted after two seconds, "Because the closer we get to this date, the less ladylike I'm gonna feel about it."
I laugh awkwardly, "Mom, I will not sleep with you."
She places the butt of her finger on my cheek and slowly brings it down to my crotch. I breathed once she grabbed it, "We'll see about that."
"Uh," I grunt.
"Now get out," her whole demeanor changes and lets go of my crotch, "I have a patient in five minutes."
Feeling disgusted with myself and my mom, I walked out, but the door was still locked, "Mom, could you…."
She opens it and winks at me before I leave.
"Thanks." My mind was racing out the door and walking to my own office. This is so fucked.
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That's chapter 2!
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