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Working Class Hero Is All We Need.
The lights of Tokyo shown brightly and lit up the night sky with signs advertising fashion, food, and business drawing people closer to the light. The lights acted as beacons drawing moths closer to its flame, and that's what the people were, moths; little insignificant insects squandering in their own ignorance.
Of course the city of Tokyo is a beautiful place in its own right, but like many other things it holds a dark side. The darkness that Tokyo harbors is the connected slums and back-alleys that make up the Underground; a place bereft of any sort of control or happiness. It is here that people live hardest in Tokyo, and it's also the place where the crime rate seems to be always out of control. It didn't matter how much money politicians put into it, or how much supers did to contain the violence, it just always seemed to rear its ugly head. It is because of this fact that politicians have given up on the Underground, calling it an uncontrollable "wasteland" and that it was a project best left with the heroes. Sadly this was a way for the Tokyo officials to sweep the problem under the carpet and let the Emperor Tokugawa believe that the problem has been solved, or at least contained. Unfortunately, the Prime Minister Sarutobi knows exactly the situation in the Underground.
Now, the Prime Minister Sarutobi is an aging man, but carries out problems as if he were a military general. His favorite saying is "A good strategist never leaves anything out of consideration" and it is with that mentality that he has gone through every possibility in routing crime in the Underground. Despite the many calls and meetings with the various supers in the city, all talks have fallen on deaf ears. For whatever reason there seems to be and for all the heroes about the city, apparently the Underground is just too big a task to take on. But for all its worth, the people living within the Underground seem to be content with the way things are; being able to live in a hostile environment allowed the people to protect themselves in their own way without question from the government.
However recently crime rates have dropped and the Prime Minister is quite baffled by the sudden control. The Yakuza henchmen that his son, chief of police Asuma Sarutobi, has been taking in all have been saying that there was a new super in town and that this one is not as viable to play by the rules as his contemporaries. Regardless if they dropped any names or not, Prime Minister Sarutobi knew who it was that was causing the drop in crime in the Underground. He just hoped that this time a new fire would be burning instead of carrying the old hatred it had burned with before.
Tonight however was not bogged down with thoughts and worries about the corruption the Underground held, but was a night meant for charm, elegance, and beauty. Tonight was the 45th annual Rising Sun Awards, a popular awards ceremony in Japan which attracted all the influential people in Japan in the year 2007. Everyone from politicians to celebrities was there to pay homage to the awards, and it was because of this that security was tightened around the city. None of the taint from the Underground would creep its way to defile the moment, for chief of police Asuma Sarutobi made sure of it.
Cars were all pulling up toward the expensive hotel rented out for the awards that night. Many stars and celebrities exited the cars, each of them posing for pictures and photographs on the way inside. Then the attention of the crowd was averted toward a large limousine that brandished a red and white fan on the side. Everyone knew who it was, and waited for this year's Man of the Year to step out.
(Inside the limo)
"I do hope you will be the one going up and receiving the award this time." said a long-haired man to his companion sitting across from him, a drink in his hand.
"Please Orochimaru these award ceremonies are all the same." Sasuke Uchiha said with taking a sip from his scotch.
"No they are not, especially not this one. Hundreds of important people are here and they expect to see you, and not mentioning the millions watching on TV. Now, the Prime Minister Sarutobi is presenting the award, and so what, may I ask, kind of message will you send if you don't go up and receive it?"
Sasuke didn't even respond to the man's question which made Orochimaru all the more perturbed. Orochimaru gave a defeated look and glanced over to the women sitting in the back of the limousine. She was nonchalantly looking out the window and not even paying attention to the conversation being spoken.
"Have anything that you might want to say Ms. Haruno?" Asked Orochimaru wanting to see what the Uchiha's secretary was thinking about.
"I think it's time we head out of the limo, the people seem to be getting anxious." Ms. Haruno said in "as-a matter-of-factly" sort of tone. When Orochimaru looked out and saw they were already at their destination, he motioned for Sasuke to get ready. As soon as he did this the limo door opened
"Alright show time everyone." And with that Sasuke drained the last bit of scotch and proceeded to head out the door. This was nothing knew to him, and certainly not his greatest moment. It was basically another night, with more pictures taken of him, more interviews, and more attention. This was the life of Sasuke Uchiha, the Iron Liger of Tokyo, and he didn't mind one bit.
(Outside the limo)
"Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Japan's Rising Sun Award Ceremony. I am Ino Yamanaka from JTV bringing you live coverage of all those appearing here tonight. From the hottest celebrities to the most dignified of politicians, you'll be given a front-row seat of the action with me on the red carpet."
Just then a loud uproar could be heard from the crowd which prompted the reporter to turn around. As she was looking she finally found the reason for all the commotion.
"Well speaking of hot celebrities, why don't we go and meet with Sasuke Uchiha or should I say Iron Liger?"
Ino walked through the crowd to get toward Sasuke who was making his way toward the Koganeiro Hotel. As she walked towards him she couldn't help but blush upon getting so close to the hottest bachelor in Japan. However, she wasn't one prone to lose her cool, even if it did mean standing next to the hottest guy she had ever seen.
Sasuke however did not see Ino walking up behind him and continued taking pictures with Sakura and Orochimaru beside him.
"Sakura don't you think your standing a little too close to me?" Sasuke said with a smile posing for the snap-shots.
"What are talking about?" Replied Sakura a little disgusted that he felt like they were too close. It wasn't because she felt hurt; it's just that she didn't see the harm in where she was standing.
"Well it's just that we don't wanna' give the media any misconception that we're a couple now do we?"
"Oh please Sasuke I'm just standing here!"
"Well with that dress on and you standing this close to me may be sending up signals. Besides where did you get that dress anyway?"
"You gave it to me for my birthday, remember?"
"Really, I didn't think I'd pick something out that made you look so….so…"
"So like what, huh?" Sakura asked with a little anger in her voice; Orochimaru could tell this was getting a little tense.
"Do you want me to say it?" asked Sasuke still smiling and waving to the crowd.
"Yea I do?!" Sakura said now turning to face Sasuke; Orochimaru had a bad feeling where this was going.
"Alright, okay, you look kind of…whore-ish." Of course you could imagine what this might've done for Sakura's temper.
"Why you son of biffmm…" Suddenly a hand found itself over Sakura's mouth, preventing whatever she was going to say to herself.
"Well folks that's enough pictures for now. Remember, we do implore you not to post anything on the internet or any personal websites if they are not authorized, thank you." Orochimaru then led a fuming Sakura and Sasuke towards the entrance into the ceremony.
They had almost made it until…
"Excuse me Mr. Uchiha, but would you mind giving JTV a little alone time with Tokyo's top hero?" Ino said as she sidled up alongside the trio.
"Of course" said Sasuke "and I also wouldn't mind getting some alone time with you later." This made Ino blush but she continued.
"So, how does it feel to be the most popular super-hero in all of Tokyo?"
"Well I'm probably not the most popular, but I am very well-known aren't I."
"Why do you feel like it is not a threat to reveal your identity to all your enemies?"
"I think it's nice to give the bad guys a break once in a while, saves them a lot of time in finding out who you are."
"Well you certainly didn't give madman Deidara a break when you fought him last week."
"Listen Ms….?"
"Yamanaka, Ino Yamanaka."
"Ms. Yamanaka there is no reason to give any of these people Like Deidara a chance. I mean I'm sure he's got a lot of emotional problems or….whatever…but that is no reason to make bombs now is it? If you've got all that pent up frustration why don't you cut off your ear like Da Vinci?"
"That was Van Gogh." Said Sakura as she managed to get out of Orochimaru's grasp.
"Whatever, the fact of the matter is that even though Van Gogh went through all that pain in his life, he turned out just fine in the end."
"Actually he committed suicide and died a poor man without selling a single painting." said Sakura jumping in again to add in her two cents. This of course made her receive a glare from Ino and an annoyed look from Sasuke.
"Alright you know what listen; people like Deidara cannot comprehend anything else but the pain and suffering of others. They will never change, and that's why its people like me, or Nirvana 1, or any of the other supers in this city to protect the people from these dead-lasts of society." Sasuke looked straight at the camera when he said this and all with a dead-serious look on his face also.
Orochimaru then started tugging at the shoulder of his compatriot and started to lead him inside.
"Thank you for the opportunity Ms. Yamanaka, I hope this interview was what you were looking for?"
"Uh, yeah sure" She glanced over towards her cameraman and he just shrugged.
Orochimaru led Sasuke and Sakura into the glass sliding doors and Ino just watched them walk away with a little something more in her eyes than just confusion.
"Man that guy was a trip wasn't he?" said her cameraman who was settling down his camera.
"Yeah" replied Ino who was still staring intently at the back of Sasuke as he entered the award ceremony. As she was lost in thought, an idea came to her.
"Hey Tashi, stay here will ya and watch the camera. I'm gonna' see if I can pull anything else out of our Iron Liger."
Tashi he had just set his camera down looked at her puzzled as she walked away, "Hey, what the hell are you talking about?", but she was already through the doors.
Tashi just looked down defeated and gave a sigh. He knew the routine; every over-the-top celebrity that they met Ino always had her way with them. It was just her little something at the end of a hard days work, not excluding the work she always did with them later on. It was with this thought that Tashi knew that there was no way Ino would be coming out anytime soon, and there was no sense in staying.
"And so here you have it ladies and gentlemen; all the hotties and celebs in the Rising Sun Award ceremony have now entered the building. Ha, get it, instead of leaving they're entering…You know because of the saying with Elvis…You know "Left the building, entering the building"…Do you get it? D-Do you get it……"
"Why the hell are we listening to this crap?" One officer said as he was watching his fellow cop listening intently to the new broadcast.
"Aw hay come on you gotta be a little excited about this?" His younger comrade said as he glanced from where he was hunched over twisting the volume knob back and forth on the radio.
"Would you be surprised if I wasn't? And stop messing around with the volume, its fine where it is." The man then yanked his friend's hand away from the radio and just stared at him with disgust. "Besides, don't you think you're a little old to be concerned about this stuff?"
"Come on Frank, it ain't such a bad thing that I'm into pop culture." Konohamaru said looking back at his partner with a grin.
"Into it, you're obsessed, more than my niece is as a matter fact." The man who was called Frank responded to his younger companion in the car with him.
"How is Jenny anyway, is she adjusting to the move all right?" Konohamaru asked leaning back in his seat.
"She's fine I guess, she was having a hard time in the beginning but now she seems okay."
"Yeah I know the feeling" Konohamaru glanced outside his passenger window and stared into the black alleyway they were parked beside.
Frank Gagiranno looked over to his young, probably too young, partner and placed a hand on his shoulder. Despite the fact that he was in Tokyo for only six months, he was still able to find out a lot from his partner. For one thing, he found out that Konohamaru was orphaned at a young age, around twelve years old he told Frank. The kid said that his parents were killed in a car accident in the downtown area of the city, and since then he has always lived with his uncle.
He lived with his uncle, chief of police Asuma Sarutobi, ever since, and with his grandfather being the Prime Minister, he would always have protection where people wanted it. His opportunity at being something in life was big, well, a lot bigger than Frank's was, and he squandered it all because he wanted to be a police officer.
"Now where is the sense in that?" Frank asked Konohamaru one time, and the kid just smiled and said "But I like what cops do, protecting the people they love, that's something that truly is worth being."
That just goes to show you how naïve the kid was. It wasn't that he was stupid or anything, but his "looking at the world through rose-colored glasses" was the foil to Frank's lackadaisical attitude. For example, Konohamaru is the kind of guy that gets decked out in the usual Tokyo police attire and he's proud of it, whereas Frank isn't quite as enthusiastic. Frank, on duty, totally disregards the standard uniform and almost always brings in a beige trench coat with matching shoes and pants. The only thing that you could tell he was part of the Tokyo Police Department was the badge he had inside his coat. If you could juxtapose the two characters of Konohamaru and Frank, you would see that these are the most dysfunctional duo there ever was, but there was one thing that Frank had that Konohamaru lacked.
That thing was experience, and that was something that Frank had loads of. It was said that the entire reason for him being in Japan was due to a confrontation with the Abbruzzi family in New York. His information was essential in breaking contacts with the mob's affiliates in Massachusetts and Rhode Island, and also bringing down the family head, Johnny "the Bull" Abbruzzi. However, his life didn't get any easier after he did this, as a hit was placed on his head that had every bounty hunter in the US looking for him. It took three close calls and an exploding car incident that made Frank's transaction to Japan go a lot quicker. And so here he was, sitting in a squad car next to pup straight from the litter; normally he could care less about his partners, but if anything happened to this one, he'd be fucked.
Still looking out the window Konohamaru broke the silence and said "I know you probably think that I'm too childish to be a cop, right?"
Frank just looked at him and sighed "Now hey stop that. That couldn't be further from the truth I mean look at you. I tell you what, if you look half as good with that uniform as I think you do then you'll be police chief before you know it." Frank said jokingly.
"Yeah, well, it's just that my uncle always acts like I'm not good enough to be a cop. He probably thinks that I always get in the way."
"No it's not that, your uncle just sees you as his little nephew and not another cop on the force. Don't worry though, you'll get your respect soon enough."
Konohamaru looked out at the window yet again and mumbled "Whatever" under his breath. Frank knew that all the kid wanted to do was show that he had the stuff to be a cop. Now, it's not that Asuma dislikes Konohamaru, far from the truth; it's just that he believes Konohamaru has a lot more going for him. To be a cop in this city isn't exactly glamorous, and now with the crime rates increasing it's gotten a lot more dangerous.
That was why Asuma didn't want Konohamaru out in the field; because he couldn't bear it if something happened to his late brother's only son. Frank remembered distinctly when Asuma tried to get Konohamaru behind a desk as soon as he joined up, but the kid wouldn't have it. Konohamaru really wanted to be on the frontlines and Frank respected that, but in all honesty it was quite foolish. He was only twenty-one years old, and he wants to protect people. If it were any clue to Frank, it may be that Konohamaru wanted to play the role of superhero, but he never mentioned that to him.
Upon seeing that his friend's mood had lessened, Frank had an idea that might just cheer the kid up.
"You know what kid, there isn't anything going down right now so why don't we grab a bite to eat huh?" Konohamaru looked over at his partner with a puzzled look.
"But aren't we supposed to stay here and make sure everything stays under control."
"Everything seems fine here to me, so what do you say, some ramen at Ichiraku's sound good?"
At the sound of his favorite ramen place Konohamaru's head picked up in excitement.
"Oh yeah that sounds great!" Frank just shook his head at the childlike manner of his partner. Unbeknownst to him, a Mazda RX-7 FD3S and a Mazda RX-8 were speeding down the road clocking in at over 225 km/s. The two cars flew by the squad car and both Frank and Konohamaru glanced at each other with a puzzled look.
"Sorry kid" Frank said as he revved the engine "We're gonna have to take a rain check on the noodles." And with that the car spun one-hundred and eighty degrees and sped off.
"Uh Frank, can I ask you something?" Konohamaru said as he clenched his seat; the car already speeding far above the regulated limit.
"Shoot" Frank replied with a stern look on his face; the lime green apint job on the Mazda glaring in his eyes.
"You do know that trying to catch these guys is pointless right, this car's engine ain't made to go that fast, we should turn back." The squad car swerved as Frank dodged a fruit stand; they were heading into the market district.
"Sorry kid but that isn't how it's done where I come from." He dodged and vendor, but he chipped the side and he vaguely saw a piece of wood go flying.
"Yeah well where I'm from if cars go over 180 km/s it isn't worth trying to chase them." Konohamaru was silenced when the car took a sharp right and collided into the side of a building while the two Mazda's drifted gracefully around the bend.
"Sumimasen! Sumimasen!"
"What are trying to say, 'sorry' is itamiiru not sumimasen."
"Well excuse me for not remembering my Japanese at this instant." The car swerved again, and Frank found it was becoming increasingly difficult to follow the two cars.
As Frank was intent on looking at the road, he did not notice where the drivers were taking them. The buildings were becoming closer together, and there weren't too many shops here. It seemed like a run-down place to be, a ghetto would probably be more bearable than this place.
As soon as Konohamaru glanced around after regaining his composure, his eyes widened in reality.
"Frank, do you know where we are right now!" At first Frank didn't respond, all he was trying to do was keep up with at least the green Mazda RX-8; the red and black RX-7 FD3S seemed to be too fast. He didn't even realize what his partner was saying to him.
"Frank? Frank? FRANK!!"
"WHAT!!"
"Do you KNOW where we are?"
"No as a matter of fact I don't does it matter?"
"Yes considering we are now entering the Underground. You know the off limits zone to us cops?"
"Really, off-limits, I didn't know that?" Frank said with due sarcasm as the car sped over a hill and flew for about a second.
"Bull-shit they taught you that the first day you got here." Konohamaru was becoming frantic with each sentence.
"Listen, these guys aren't just racing for the hell of it."
"And how do you know that?"
'Because no one would go into the Underground for a simple race, these guys have something they don't want noticed, that's why they're comin' down here." Konohamaru eased up a bit, but he still felt unsure about everything. His uncle always told him not to go into the Underground under any circumstances, but it just so happened that his partner didn't share the same fears as he did.
The trio of cars was speeding down the abandoned streets with only the shine of the moon guiding them. Even though the squad car was putting up a good chase, it would never be able to fully catch the said suspects. It was in all sense futile, but then suddenly Frank got an idea.
"Konohamaru take the wheel and keep it steady!!" Frank exclaimed.
"What are you talking abo…" Konohamaru was cut off when he saw Frank pull out his pistol from his holster.
"Trust me, keep the wheel steady and be careful." Even as he said this he pushed his foot on the gas and gave the squad car all it had.
Frank then rolled his window down and stuck his torso through the opening. He would only have one chance at this, one chance to find out why they're here, one chance to end the hunt.
"C'mon you can do this." Frank said as he readied his SIG-Sauer P220.
"Steady your breathing, one shot is all it takes, one shot and it can all be over." Frank unfastened the safety on his firearm and sidle up the crosshairs with the RX-7 FD3S's tire.
"I have no other choice, they're too fast and this shit-car can't keep up. This bullet though can cross the distance in half a second. All I need is that one moment where everything's perfect..." Frank cocked his gun ready, Konohamaru looking over at his partner, a look of wonderment in his eyes.
Unbeknownst to the two cops and there was another presence sprinting quickly over the rooftops keeping up with the cars as it went.
Frank clutched his gun; he didn't grasp it tightly or just let it sidle in his hands. He steadied his breathing a great deal and the wind blowing in his face hardly seemed to deter him.
"Come on, show them what it's all about; give the kid a show." His finger pressed lightly on the trigger, almost igniting the bullet inside when something flashed at the corner of his eye.
Frank couldn't tell what it was, but then another flash then TWANG, something had knocked his gun out of his hands, but that wasn't all however. The red/black RX7 careened into the wall of a local flower shop. Luckily the car hit the side of the building where the corner opened into an alleyway so most of the damage was done to the car, however that wasn't what was on Frank Gagiranno's mind at the moment.
Upon getting back into his seat and stopping the car, Frank inspected his hand which was cut across its back. Konohamaru looked it over and asked "What the hell happened?"
Frank just looked back to him and shrugged his shoulders. His heavy breathing wouldn't stop and it made it difficult to think of what had happened just now, but soon his cop instincts kicked in.
"Get out of the car Konohamaru; let's see what this is all about?"
"That's fine but what do we do about the other guy?" The young cop asked as he glanced toward the RX-8; it stopped and the driver was probably considering on helping his friend or not.
"Don't worry about that one just get out now." Both men proceeded to get out of the car and were heading on either side of the crashed Mazda.
Frank stole a glance at the other car, which had noticed Frank and Konohamaru, and high-tailed it outta' there. The driver figured it was no use in trying to help now that two cops were making their presence known.
Konohamaru drew his gone forth and went straight towards the passenger side of the car. Frank took out a flash light he kept and flashed it on the driver's seta and found a scared to death teenager glancing at him through tinted glass.
"Get out of the car now!!" Konohamaru ordered.
The person was reluctant at first but knew there was no other way out of this. He opened his door and immediately had Frank yank him over to the hood of the car while he also motioned for Konohamaru to join him.
"All right, now what was the big idea dragging us all the way out here?" Frank asked the kid.
"N-N-Nothing, me and m-my friend were j-just r-racing is all."
"Is that so, then why might I ask, are you doing in a place like the Underground hm?"
"Uh….Uhh…"
"Exactly, Konohamaru keep watch over him while I check the car."
"No problem boss." Konohamaru soon got out his handcuffs and linked them around the kid.
"Wait no please don't look in there, all that stuff is just… borrowed, yeah borrowed. Oh please don't send me to jail my parents wouldn't let me hear the end of it." Pleaded the possible seventeen year old as he struggled against Konohamaru's cuffs.
"Really, "borrowed"? Like I haven't heard that before." Frank said as he prodded the back seat of the car.
Konohamaru just rolled his eyes and kept the suspect secured as his partner was doing the routine check-up. Normally during these sorts of things, if the kids weren't racing, they're smuggling drugs or stolen cash. Either way this isn't looking good for the already teary eyed kid with his face pushed up against the hood of his own car. The thing though that he was really thinking about was what caused the cut across Frank's hand. Frank didn't seem to give it a second thought but damn, it looked like it hurt, a lot. But that was Frank for you though, always keeping the game face up and all. It was just the way he was, but still sometimes Konohamaru thought like he was some robot or something.
As Frank was scaling down the car, he noticed something sticking out of the back end tire of the car as he got out from the back-seat. He leaned closer to give it a closer look and embedded in the rubber was what he thought looked like a swastika with pointed ends. This was probably what had caused the car to crash, and also gave him the slash across his right hand. He tried to pull it out, but it went too far deep and the sides were extremely sharp. Even though Frank wanted to pull the damn thing out and see it clearly, he figured he had to check the trunk of the car and see what the deal for this goose-chase was.
As Frank sidled up alongside the trunk he opened it and glanced inside, and what he saw scared the hell out of him. In the small trunk were three small crates of CBU-52B's and about two crates of CBU-58A/B's. This kid was riding around the city with these explosives, and if Frank had been bad with his shot he would have blown up this entire block. Frank felt sick to his stomach at what he could have possibly done, but his thoughts were interrupted by his partner.
"So what's the story back there, is it drugs or money?" Konohamaru asked.
"No, as a matter of fact our friend here was carrying something a lot more… provocative." Frank replied, his eyes still glued to the bombs in the back.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Konohamaru then walked over to the back while carrying the suspect over to the trunk. As soon as he reached over to where Frank was he was astounded at what he was looking at. All the blood from the driver's face drained and it finally came to him the magnitude of the situation.
"So you were "borrowing" bombs now were you?" Frank inquired as he looked over to the kid now looking at the ground.
"Put him in the backseat, we're gonna' have a nice long chat back at the precinct." Konohamaru nodded and then yanked the kid over to the police car. Frank looked back at the trunk. He was incredulous at the whole situation; just what the hell was a kid like that doing with this many bombs, and where did he get them all in the first place.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here, Two cops and a snot-nosed kid playing in the Underground, I thought you woulda' known to keep out."
Upon hearing the voice Frank looked around to see where it was coming from. Konohamaru also readied his gun yet again once he heard what appeared to be a lady's voice coming from somewhere.
"My we're jumpy" replied the voice when all of a sudden someone dropped from the top of the flower shop onto the roof of the car. Frank couldn't see who it was, but what he could make out was a sword on the woman's back and a whole plethora of other weapons adorning her body.
Frank didn't know who it was, but upon seeing her Konohamaru had an inkling at who she might be.
"Just who are you and what are you doing here?" Frank said shining his flashlight on her face, or from what he could see from it.
Whoever this person was she was wearing a helmet that had a visor with an orange tint to it, and it had two openings on the side to allow two buns to hang outside. On each end of the bun was one strand of chestnut brown hair. The woman was wearing a tight fitting dark green spandex shirt with fish net sleeves; her boots were the same color as her vest and black shorts that seemed to tight to move around in, fishnet stockings covered her legs as well.
"Do you mind not flashing that thing in my face?" The woman asked, now standing.
"You didn't answer my question, just who are you?" Frank asked the woman who walked towards him and closed the trunk door with her boot.
"You're the straightforward type, not really what I'm in to for a man."
"Sorry I don't meet your requirements, now just who the hell are you?" The tension in the air was rising a bit as Konohamaru joined the side of his partner trying to calm him down.
"Hey Frank take it easy, you don't know you you're talking to."
"You're damn right I don't that's why I'm trying to figure it out."
"Jeez is you're friend always like this." The women said as she stepped down from the car and was standing face-to-face with Frank. Even though he was about a head taller than her, she was by no means intimidated.
"Listen, I'm the law around here, so there's no need for the Tokyo Police Department to be butting in." The woman lifted up a gauntleted glove and gave a confident smile as she said this.
Konohamaru held his hands up in defeat and got in between Frank and the mystery woman.
"I'm so sorry you see my partner here got a little anxious and didn't realize where he was going. We'll make sure this won't happen again." Konohamaru then grasped Frank's arm and started leading him away, but Frank just shook Konohamaru's arm off.
"I don't care if you wanna deal with this or not, but I'm not going to forget this ever happened. I'm sure you don't know, but when a cop finds bombs lying in the back of some car he reports it." Frank said this and headed over to the squad car to get the chief on his radio. All the while the scared punk in the backseat had no idea what was going on, all he was afraid about was that his parents were so going to kill him if they found out what he was doing.
Frank reached in and grabbed the radio set up in the squad car. He pulled out the walkie with the wire sticking out of the car. Frank began the usual police jargin.
"Copy in precinct this is zebra513, we have a situation here our 10-20 is the Underground outside of a "Yamanaka Flower Shop". We have an 11-25 with an under-age driver and….." Just then a shuriken had cut the wire and embedded itself in the driver's side door which Frank was leaning on. He laughed a little, incredulously, at this and threw the walkie part of the radio down on the ground.
"I told you no cops and I meant it, don't worry about this, I'll take care of it."Replied the woman staring down Frank.
"Listen little girl, why don't you go and play ninja someplace else and leave the situation to the cops." Frank directed toward the woman who scowled at his comment.
"And why don't you cops run along before you hurt yourselves and others for that matter."
"I'm not just going to bat an eye at this, do you realize the danger everyone here was in!?" Frank hollered in her direction.
"I knew of the danger everyone was in, you were the one that was about to shoot at a car filled with explosives." Barked the women right back at Frank her eyes being seen behind the visor showing anger.
"I didn't know they were in there."
"Regardless, you were going to take a chance at the risk of this entire block. You acted on your impulses without considering the other factors unknown to you. Listen, act when you are most positive of the outcome. Leave nothing to chance."At this comment both the woman and Frank were staring each other down, neither one of them saying a word. Konohamaru was in the background sweating over what just happened. He knew that Frank did not know who she was but still, you couldn't realize with the outfit she was wearing?
The tension in the air was enough to smother a person, but at this instant Frank lifted his eyebrows in curiosity and asked yet again, "Who are you?"
At this the woman gave off a little smirk and proceeded to back away. "You're not from here are you? Wait a minute of course you're not, you look American to me. The real question is who are you?"
"I'm Frank Gagiranno and yes I am American. I was sent here on… police business, and you, you still haven't told me your story."
The woman smirked and bowed.
"I am Kunoichi, local superhero and the law down here in the Underground, got me?"
"Oh so you're a super huh?"
"Correct." Frank nodded his head in understanding bringing his hand to rest underneath his chin.
"So in that case what do we do about this whole ordeal tonight seeing as you don't want any interference from us?" Frank then added crossing his arms at her.
"You can file a report as soon as you get back to the precinct, but it won't be any use. You see I was tracking this arms dealer for months. This was his latest trade-off. Right now I'm heading to wherever that kid's friends (she nodded her head to the kid sitting in the back) are holding up." Frank glanced back at the kid and then back at her.
"I can't let you have him, he's ours." Frank said flatly.
"That's fine you can keep him, I already have some thought as to where there little base of operations is."
"Why wait till now to bust them? If you knew where they were why didn't you do it before?"
"I work in the same way as you cops, I compile information and I deduce ideas. Only when I'm positive in my judgment do I act."
"Well in that case what will you do in this situation; I can't disregard this and what about the fact of the other car, do you know where he's going?"
"Of course I do, I wouldn't have let him get away if I didn't now would I?"
Frank rolled his eyes at how cocky this woman was acting towards them, as if they were children. He looked over toward Konohamaru, and the kid's eyes showed that he wanted to get out of there. However, things weren't settled here just yet.
"All right listen, I'm going to take this kid to the precinct, file a report about this, and we'll start an investigation tomorrow. Although, I'm not sure the chief would want me to keep a bomb threat and possible weapon running undercover all night."
"I have no worries about the cops coming into the Underground "gaijin", but who knows, maybe your right. That Asuma fella seems to be the real deal, not like old chief Morishima was."
Frank nodded his head as he scratched it. This had been a long night, longer than he wished it, and the fact is he was getting real hungry at the moment. He then decided there would be no use in trying to argue with the cocky "Kunoichi" as she called herself.
Frank then pulled out his hand in a gesture for a deal, and Kunoichi took it without hesitation. The only bad thing about it was that Frank held out his cut hand, and when the girl squeezed the pain increased and shot through his arm.
"I'm sorry I did that, I just couldn't allow you to miss. I can bandage it up if you like?"
"No I'm fine really; I've had much worse before." Frank said nonchalantly as he turned to head back to his squad car.
Konohamaru was just amazed at the whole situation, not only was he seeing the live Kunoichi in front of him, but his partner wasn't phased by her at all. If there was one thing that Frank needed to learn while here in Tokyo, it's to learn to respect the heroes running around the city, if not for respect, at least for common courtesy.
"C'mon kid lets get out of here." Konohamaru looked toward Frank who was already in the driver's seat. Konohamaru was about to follow suit, but he took one last look over at Kunoichi. She just gave him a smile and a sultry wink and soon leaped onto the side of a building and went to the roof. This night was truly something in of itself, and Konohamaru simply couldn't believe it.
"Well" Frank said "This night has been pretty interesting."
"You can say that again." Konohamaru replied.
"Are you sure it's all right letting her take it from here. In America we usually go after things like this. Not all cities are blessed to have super heroes runnin' around to protect the citizens." Frank said as he turned the key to the car, the engine roaring to life.
"Don't worry Frank; although she may seem cocky Kunoichi is one of our best heroes. Sometimes we gotta' just let the real heroes take control once in a while."
"Yeah, yeah whatever." And with that the car turned around and started heading back the way it came. The squad car passed a number of dead drug stores and little food marts, all of them seemingly oblivious to what just went down. But there was one bar in the vicinity that only appeared dead, for in reality in the bar's basement there was more excitement than what had happened on the street above. This is where we will meet our next hero.
The Alchemist Bar was one of the many bars in the Underground that had its very own fight club. It was here that men from all kinds of society vented out there frustrations by pummeling the crap out of one another. It was more of a bonding session though, than a senseless beat down however. The saying goes "you never know who you are if you haven't gotten in a fight". That was the code, the moral, the sole rule of the fight club that took in all people from every class in society.
No one truly knows how the fight club idea really came into play in the Underground. Some say it was some American by the name of "Skyler" or whatever; no one really cared. It was all about finding a haven for men who feel confused, and the amount of beatings they got here was meant to clear their heads.
As the night went on so did the number of fights go down that saw many a person beaten, bloodied, and bruised. If you were a new member, you had to fight, no questions asked. It was another rule that came during the club's inception, but I digress. With the night ending, all the men were witnessing the final match of the night. It was between a local shop owner and a long time member of the club.
This member had messy brown hair and a lean and a face made for movies. That was why at first no one took him seriously; they wrote him off as a pretty boy, but that all changed when he sent his first opponent to the hospital with a few broken bones. It was from there that he became one of the most respected members of the club, and also one of the most brutal.
The shop owner, though, put up a good fight; landing a couple of blows and what not. The scary thing of the matter, was the Kiba Inuzuka hardly seemed phased by them. He weathered the blows as if they were nothing, not even minding his bloody lip.
The shop owner came at him again, throwing punches wildly due to lack of focus. Kiba blacked all the hits and caught one of the fists that were heading toward his face. The other man's face shot with pain as Kiba squeezed with his might. Bones could be heard cracking and the man gritted his teeth with such force that they seemed to be cracking.
"Time to finish this" Kiba thought as he sent his fist toward the man's temple. The deafening crack that was heard was both sickening and impressive.
The shop owner collapsed, but he was still conscious. Kiba would have none of that, and soon he on top of the guy pummeling his face into the concrete. The cheers that were all around him died down as they saw the brutality of the beating. The man's face was already turned into mince meat and there was no way for him to call "mercy".
Kiba continued to hit until he heard a voice in the background.
"That's enough!" A man stepped out of the shadows revealing long, probably light bluish hair. Yeah it was weird, but no one made a comment about Mizuki's hair.
"The match is over Kiba." Kiba just looked at Mizuki and back at the man that was his opponent. His face was literally unrecognizable with blood spattered all over it. It was so much that it almost hid the man's broken nose, and a few of his teeth were settled around him. Kiba "hmphed" and got up, not even paying attention to the other men seemingly wondering why he had just gone caveman on a new guy.
"What made you snap all of a sudden?" Mizuki asked as Kiba passed without giving him a glance or a response.
Kiba made into the bowler room where everyone kept there clothes. He found his white T and leather jacket, found his boots, and the keys to his Deuce.
"Hey" someone called out from behind him. "Mind telling me what was that all about?" It was Mizuki again.
"I thought this is what we do? We fight until the other can't fight any more."
"Yeah Kiba, incapacitate him, not kill him." Mizuki let out a long drag from his cigarette. "Listen" he began to say, "If you're gonna act like this, the way you have been for the past few days, I can't let you come back man."
Kiba just scoffed at what he was hearing. Just showed him how simple these guys were.
"Hey listen to me Kiba"
"No you listen to me. You guys have been gettin' soft on me and I wanna know why? What's with you people?"
"What's with us? No I think the question here is what's with you; you've been trying to kill every man that stepped into the ring with you; any reason why may I ask?"
Kiba just stared at the ringleader of the Alchemist Bar's fight club and just shook his head and started to walk past him. Kiba was about to reach the entrance to the alley way entrance to the basement until Mizuki grabbed him.
"C'mon Kiba just ease it up a bit ya hear. You're one of the best in the club and a good man. Don't get frustrated with us." Kiba just shrugged Mizuki's hand off and opened the door to the alley.
The chill of the night air soothed him, but he also caught something else in the air that irked him.
"I'll be seein ya next week okay Mizuki, oh, and don't worry about me. I just have a lot of things on my mind."
"Just take it easy then all right?" and Kiba heard the cellar door close after hearing this, but he barely listened to what Mizuki said. Something else was on his mind.
Kiba headed over to the front of the bar and got on his dark red custom Deuce. The bike roared to life and Kiba careened it up the street. That "something" that was in the air before was a mixture of scents: burnt rubber, blood, sweat, and something else that was salty. It was by far the oddest thing that Kiba smelt.
"Huh, who knows maybe it's another rape scene or something, but that doesn't explain the rubber. Whatever this is, it's intriguing me." Then a smile came to Kiba's face, "Guess my night ain't exactly over just yet. Akamaru is gonna have to wait for dinner then I guess."
Seto couldn't believe the night he was having, of all the things that had to go wrong the cops show up and they take out Hiro.
"Shit" muttered the young man, "I'm gonna have a lot of explaining to do."
His lime green RX-8 pulled up to a garage and he waited for it to open. All of a sudden the door jittered with movement and was pushed up by a man with a smile on his face and an eye patch over his right eye.
" Come on Seto get the hell in here; I wanna see the catch we got."
Seto drove in with frown on his face and his eyes downcast. The man with the eye patch and dressed in a black T-shirt and black pants came over to his window.
"So how did it go, good I hope?" The man asked.
All Seto did was give him a hard stare and then realization hit the other man.
"Wait, where's Hiro, I thought you said he was right behind you."
Seto got out of his car and looked back at the man, "He was Akira….but I lost him once we were being chased by the cops."
Akira eyed his partner and then asked, "Cops, what cops, cops don't come into the Underground for any reason."
"Yeah well these cops did, and they got Hiro for all its worth."
"WHAT!!" The man known as Akira yelled at the realization. He then turned toward the car's trunk and opened it and found only a box of Steilhandgranate and about a whole bunch of Titadyn 30 AG (compressed dynamite). It wasn't exactly the haul Akira was expecting.
"Where the fuck is the rest of it?" Akira asked breathlessly at the realization that the trade was busted.
"They confiscated his car Akira; they most likely found what was inside the car and are now taking him in."
"Why the hell did you let him take all the good stuff; for god-sakes we have nothing left over. Do you think this is going to make the plan go?"
"Hey first off, if you wanted to make sure things went down all right, then why didn't you drive one of the cars tonight?"
"Are you crazy!?" Akira started, pacing now with his hands over his face.
"You know Deidara would have killed me after the fiasco last week. He would surely shove a bomb up my ass sooner than talk to me now." Akira said as he glared at his subordinate.
"Listen, just because you're afraid to talk to him, also means that you have no right to criticize us for the operation. We had no idea the cops were gonna' give chase that's why we rushed here in the first place." Seto stared back into his boss' eye which gave him another glare in return.
Akira backed away, picked up a wrench, and hurled it across the garage. It nearly hit a man lying on a couch watching the Rising Sun Awards.
"Hey watch it you almost hit me!" The man said while he took another swig of his sake.
"Shut up!!" Akira was starting to see red now. After everything was going smoothly, something like this had to happen. His employer would not take the news well, and even worse if Deidara figured he was the one that lost his bombs.
"God, why am I surrounded by idiots who can't even get a simple exchange done?" Akira then rounded on Seto once more;
"Do you have any idea of how much shit this is gonna put on our plates you stupid, lazy, incompetent-"
"Well you know what Akira; you won't have to worry about us stupid and lazy bastards because after this I'm out." What Seto said had stopped everything in the garage at the moment: the man watching TV soon looked over to where the commotion was, the men working on cars stopped what they were doing, and Akira stood flabbergasted.
"What do you mean by "out"? Seto, quitting now is not an option." Akira said now lowering his voice to an angered whisper.
"Well it's an option that's on the table for me and I'm taking it, right after everything gets done." Seto said defiantly as he waved some strands of his long, black hair out of his face.
"Why you good for nothing piece of sh-" All of a sudden the lights went out in the whole garage; all the working stopped, the TV was off, and Akira and Seto were just looking around confused.
"Now this fucking place is failing me too." Akira pointed to the man on the couch. "Takayama go and check the circuit breakers."
"All right all right I'm going." Said the lazy man as he got up from the couch.
"The rest of you" continued Akira "I want you all to fucking get it together, and make my life, and yours, a lot easier."
Unbeknownst to Akira, something was crawling along one of the metal banisters above. It was too black to actually see the figure, but if you looked closely you would have noticed a dark red leather outfit, and maybe, just maybe, you would have noticed the blonde hair.
"You imbeciles are the reason why everything around here is shit; the reason why every time we try and do something it gets shat upon because of the god damned supers, and now we're taking crap from the TDP. WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!!"
Then, out of no where, something seemed to drop from the ceiling right behind Akira. The shock of the landing startled everyone and Akira turned. What he saw scared the shit out of him.
"You wanna' know what the hell this is?" A flame was created as the person said this, the ball of blue fame circling engulfing the gloved fist. The man then brought his fist toward his face revealing red goggles and three scars on each side of his face which was framed by blonde hair. Then the man said; "It's justice" and thrust his fist toward Akira.
The flame that emitted from his hand surprised everyone there, and it sent Akira twenty feet in the air and landing hard on the couch. The men stared around in wonderment at this, but it only lasted for a few moments; pretty soon they were all scrambling for weapons.
The man in red just flashed a toothy grin; "I sure as hell missed this." And with that he turned on his first attacker. The man yielded a crowbar and swung to his right. The man in red blocked the crowbar and knocked it out of the lackey's hands; he then grabbed him and swung him on the hood of the Mazda RX-8.
The man in red then jumped in the air and landed right on top of the lackey on the hood, cracking it underneath all the force. The lackey screamed in pain, but it was no matter as the man in red leapt in the air again and this time landing behind Seto. Seto saw him and backed away, but wasn't fast enough to dodge a punch that sent him careening across the floor. Not only was the punch powerful, but it burned with the fire that was emitted after the man in red had hit him. It left a scorch mark on Seto's white button down, and it honestly felt like he couldn't breathe.
However, the other members followed suit with their guns in hand and heads full of brass. They surrounded the man in red and he looked at them all with a perplexed look.
"Huh, really, you think that that will really work?" He smiles at the danger around him, not afraid at it one little bit. "All right fellas I was going easy on you before, but now I'm turning up the HEAT!!" Flames engulfed the man's body and they spread around him.
All the people that were once surrounding the man were all burnt or burning; a sadistic smile playing across the man's face. Akira just stared in shock at the whole situation and was still amazed at the sight.
"No" Akira mumbled "There's no way he can be back." Just then Takayama came back through the door from checking the breakers.
"Hey the breakers are totally burnt to a crisp, wonder what…did….that." Takayama stared at the sight of his fallen friends and a man engulfed in flames quite drastically. The sight so frightened him that in a second he was on the ground unconscious.
Then the fire had stopped emitting the around the man, but it left everything around him scorched or burning. The sadistic grin he had stayed with him, and he turned toward Akira, who at the moment was making a run for the door.
The man in red seemed to disappear in a flame of fire, but then reappeared in front of Akira, blocking the door.
"Well, Akira, long time no see eh?" The person grabbed Akira by his collar and picked him up with no effort.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Akira gasped when he said this.
"Aw what's the matter, not excited to see me? I'm hurt Akira, after our history together, you're a cold person, maybe I should turn up the heat." Then fire started building in the man's hands again; the blue fire making it unbearable for Akira to stare at the man in red's face.
"You bastard, what you expect a hug?" Akira said with venom in his voice; suddenly, his collar ripped due to them being burnt to a crisp. He fell on his ass and proceeded to back away; Seto was still on the ground watching everything.
"All right Akira, seeing as how you're in a bad mood I'll make this short. Now, what was the reason for your little weapons trade tonight?"
"Go to hell you bastard!" Akira yelled this at the man in red, but then a red boot came out and was placed on his throat.
"Akira, when you yell at me like that I get hurt, and when I get hurt I get nervous, and when I'm nervous, I get angry. It's the same attitude that lost you your eye."
Akira just looked at the blonde haired in utter resentment. He hated to be considered weak, especially to this guy, the bane to all of his plans and schemes. The Firefox had always been a thorn in his side. "What the hell is he doing back?" Was the thought that ran through Akira's mind.
"Listen to me Akira, if you're not gonna' tell me I'm gonna kill you, simple as that." The man's fist again burst into flame, and this time, it seemed like it was getting closer to Akira heart than before.
"No, please stop, I can't tell you!"
"And why not!?"
"Because I'll be dead either way!" Firefox frowned and soon had Akira in his grasp again, this time he was inches away from putting his burning fist into the man's chest.
"You sniveling waste I'm going to kill you-" Just as Firefox was about to send his fist plunging, someone called out "STOP!!"
Firefox turned to wear he heard the scream and found Seto trying to get back on his feet.
Seto disregarded the blood in his mouth and continued to speak.
"I'll tell you what you wanna' know." At this Firefox smiled; Akira glared at Seto and yelled "Don't you dare tell him a single thing Seto!"
Firefox tossed Akira aside and stepped toward Seto.
"Well Akira, looks like you managed to find a smart one." Firefox then proceeded to put a red-gloved hand on Seto's shoulder and stared him in the face.
"Now "Seto" was it? Listen, I heard what you said before; you want to leave this life behind. All the bad things you've done you can atone for right now, you understand? All you have to do is tell me who gave you the bombs, where will they be used, and who really is going to use them."
Seto just stared into the man, a little fear building up inside him. He looked back at the unknown super in front of him. "All right, we got the bombs from Deidara, we were planning on targeting the Rising Sun Awards, but that all changed due to the time restriction, so we decided to prepare for something else."
"Yes and that is?"
"It is the American Embassy, we decided that it was-" BANG
Firefox turned to see Akira holding a Desert Eagle in his hand and also a smile on his face.
"Sorry Firefox, things won't be that easy from now on out." Akira fired again, but this time he missed because he dodged a ball of flame sent hurdling toward him. Akira jumped on the other side of the couch and waited. Suddenly a burst of flame appeared behind him and he presumed it was Firefox. He fired straight in the flame, but was surprised to see Seto's burnt and charred body lying in the spot.
"Impossible" Akira thought "He substituted Seto's body with the fire teleport, when the hell did he learn that?" But his train of thought ended when he felt a hand on the back of his neck. He was then thrown up and slammed down on the floor. Akira had no time to react as a boot came crashing down on the back of his neck.
Naruto just looked around at the mess that just went down and was amazed at how fast things escalated. He "hmphed" and started to walk out of the garage. Not only did he not find out who was employing Akira's crew, but he had no idea when the attack on the American embassy was going to go down, if that was true or not.
He sent a jet of blue flame toward the garage door and melted the hole to walk through. He turned and looked back at the carnage, and found Seto's burnt body. He was sorry that he wasn't able to respect him, but basically he was dead anyway. The shot rang straight through the poor boy's skull. He was probably dead before he hit the ground. And as far as Akira goes, Naruto knew he would live, but he made sure he would never see Akira's face ever again.
Was there sense to the brutality that Naruto exerted, probably not. Didn't he say he wanted to protect people? Yes, yes he did, but the life of a hero is not always as "censored" as some would like to believe. Naruto acknowledged the darkness in him, and decided that it was much safer to let it out than let it manifest within him.
He never said he was a good person, and then sometimes he asks "Why should I be?" After everything he went through in his life, he sometimes can't afford to be peaceful.
"And so, without any further adieu I would like to present the final award for the evening. To the star tonight and also to Japan's most influential person. He is the next in line for the Uchiha Corps. Leader and he has sometimes been compared to American inventor Tony Stark. Now, I would like to present this most prestigious award, on behalf of me, the people of Tokyo, and the people all over the country, this year's Rising Sun goes to Sasuke Uchiha." An uproar of applause assaulted the Prime Minister after he finished the speech. As the spotlight shined over Sasuke Uchiha's seat, everyone was surprised to see no one there. Sakura covered her face out of shame and Orochimaru clapped without regard of the people's stares.
Then something caught Orochimaru's attention and he looked towards the back, and surprisingly, there was Fugaku Uchiha in the background. Orochimaru looked at him and Fugaku nodded with sadness. And so, Orochimaru got up from his seat and headed over towards the podium and shook the hand of the Prime Minister Sarutobi. Orochimaru then proceeded to speak.
"Hello, as you all can see I am not Sasuke Uchiha ( a few laughs came from the audience). Now I can only surmise what Sasuke would say and I would think he would be very proud that you would bestow this upon him. It is only through great humility that he does not accept this award for himself, and that he is constantly working for Tokyo, for Uchiha Corps., and for Japan. He is very grateful to all of you for supporting him through the bad times and the good. He loves this country, but most of all he loves the people, thank you." Orochimaru finished his winged speech as he steps down from the podium. All the while people are clapping believing what Orochimaru said to be true, that Sasuke was just one to be humble.
As Orochimaru sat back down, Sakura held her hand to her face and thought "Where the hell could he be?"
(Hotel Bar)
At the bar there were numerous celebrities that had received their awards or who were just having a good time. There Sasuke downed another shot of the American Jack Daniels that he liked, and soon asked the bartender for another one.
"Bartender, another round of shots please?" Sasuke asked.
"Coming up sir." Was the reply, but Sasuke didn't hear it. He was too busy looking at a blonde haired woman that he recognized as that reporter from before.
She was looking at Sasuke playfully, but never keeping the stare for too long. Regardless, Sasuke saw what she was doing and was willing to play. As the bartender came back over Sasuke pulled him in for a question. The bartender replied "Apple Martini sir." And Sasuke told him to go.
Ino was just waiting for the right moment to approach Sasuke, and that moment appeared when another Apple Martini she didn't order came her way. She smiled at Sasuke's direction, but he played as if he didn't notice it. She smiled and walked toward his direction, drink in hand, and sidled up beside him.
"So, I take it you didn't receive your award yourself Mr. Uchiha?" Ino said playfully.
"Very observant are we?"
"I'm a reporter; I'm supposed to be observant."
"Touché" replied Sasuke with a cocky grin on his face; he was leaning closer to her face until…
"So have you any idea that your weapons are being sent over to the Mid-East and to parts of Eastern Europe Mr. Uchiha?" Ino asked quite frankly.
"What?" Sasuke was caught a bit off guard at what this woman was going off on.
"Do you know that next to Tony Stark your weapons company is the second largest weapons producer on this side of the planet?"
"Really, I figured I was first."
"And honestly, did you just steal the Iron Liger idea from Tony Stark as well? It's quite a coincidence that you both have identical names."
"Hey, first of all I thought of Iron Liger on my own. I didn't even hear the name Iron Man until I was sixteen."
"And when did you become Iron Liger?"
"Twenty" Then Sasuke's eyes widened in shock; with Ino smirking at the look on his face.
"The surprised look makes you look a lot cuter Mr. Uchiha." Sasuke raised his eyebrows at this woman, who apparently was a lot more intuitive than he realized.
"I thought you were a ditzy Hollywood reporter just trying to get lucky with me?"
"First off, you were the one who bought me the drink, and secondly, I want to be a real news reporter, not a knock-off of one." Ino was the one with the cocky grin as she went toe-to-toe with Sasuke Uchiha and seemingly won.
"If he knew who I really was than he would be really surprised." Ino thought as she decided to close the distance between their lips.
Sasuke saw this and took his opening and met her lips. They were soft and pliable, to his chapped and skillful ones.
Ino thought that maybe she should take the initiative and opened her lips to let her tongue through. Sasuke gladly complied and let her tongue inside. She was surprisingly the dominant one as she forced his tongue to the back of his throat. Sasuke soon fought back and he brought his hand around Ino's waist. It didn't matter that people were around them, they were too caught up in each other, too caught up that they didn't notice the man behind them.
"Ahem, if you would excuse me for a moment?" Came the demanding voice from none other than CEO of Uchiha Corps. Fugaku Uchiha.
Ino looked surprised and blushed considering that Sasuke's father had saw them suck-facing. It was more than a little embarrassing.
"Excuse me young lady, but I would like a word with my son if you will?"
"Of course Mr. Uchiha." Just as she was about to leave Sasuke grabbed her and pulled her in "This isn't over he said." and told her to wait outside for him.
Sasuke then turned to face his father and looked at him with a bored look.
"Well" Sasuke started, "You said you wanted to speak to me?"
"Yes I did" Fugaku stated and ordered a sake for his trouble.
"Now" Fugaku continued, "Why is it that you are incapable of being respectable?"
"To who, me or you?"
"It doesn't matter just to be respectable in general. How many times are you going to let Orochimaru accept awards for you; pretty soon people will think he's really Sasuke Uchiha."
"Oh no that is impossible; no one could ever mistake him for me."
"Well his constant speeches of you working hard, being shy, and humble will not work for long. Start taking responsibility."
"I am taking responsibility, every day where Iron Liger is out there that is me doing my responsibility."
"I am not talking about Iron Liger I am talking about my son." Fugaku gripped Sasuke's shoulder and looked him dead in the eyes.
"What would mom say about you?" At this Sasuke shrugged his father's shoulder off and gave him a glare in return.
"Maybe if you stuck around long enough you would know what to say yourself." And with that Sasuke left without hearing anymore from his father, who just looked down defeated.
Ino was waiting for Sasuke and he appeared soon enough with a stoic look on his face. When she neared him though it disappeared and he put his arm around her waist and led her to the limo.
"Are you tired?" Sasuke asked, and Ino just nodded her head "no".
"Perfect" Sasuke said and brought his lips towards hers as he kissed her again.
The kiss was not forceful, but Sasuke wanted to make sure she would be dazed after it. When he pulled away, Ino still had her lips closed and her lips puckered. As Ino looked into Sasuke's eyes, and he looked into hers, she knew that tonight they would be no time for rest.
1) Nirvana is another superhero that was introduced in this story, but was not properly mentioned. Can you figure who she is?
2) This is a NaruSaku story don't worry, but the relationship will come with time.
3) There will be a bigger role for Frank Gagiranno than just mere cop, you'll see
4)FireFox's history will be explained in bigger detail throughout the story, along with all the other characters in the story.
5)Kiba's super hero name will be mentioned soon enough, don't worry
6) Orochimaru is acting OOC for a reason, you'll see, and if you saw Iron Man, you may have a hunch on where it is going.
7) Sasuke is OOC, but don't freak out, you'll see as we look more in-depth with his character later on.
8) Even though this is an "M" rated story, I don't want to cheapen it with lemons. I was planning a SasuIno lemon, but I wanted your opinion first. Tell me in your reviews if I should do them or not. Also, SasuIno is not a main pairing.