Baaaah... time to get back into gear. I've been working on "50 Ways to Make Gaara Want to Kill Me" for a couple weeks now, working on this poor excuse of a muse. So much for the fantabulous author who could whip out six chapters a day. Don't worry, lovies, I haven't forgotten about my stories, I just have them sitting on the backburner.
But now, we're switching gears a bit.
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It had been two days already. Naruto hummed, matching the dead dial tone on the other end of the cellphone before closing it. Hiashi certainly was persistent. The man had tried working out a deal with him, but Naruto wasn't biting. He'd gotten rid of the girl, albeit with some unexpected repercussions, but had nonetheless succeeded. He intended on taking control of the Hyuuga Enterprise, and he knew Hiashi wanted to get his hands on Naruto as an employee. He'd keep coming back. Once Naruto manipulated the man enough into setting favorable conditions, he'd take the job.
At least, this was Sasuke's plan. Naruto himself wouldn't have thought that far ahead, and would have taken the job immediately. Already, his patience was wearing thin, but he steeled himself to listen to Sasuke. The black-haired man had, between the two of them, the most experience in business matters such as these. Naruto shifted in his seat, using his spoon to swirl the ice in his glass. He was currently sitting in a bistro, waiting to meet up with Sasuke. They had some important matters to discuss, such as what to do about the impudent girl. The two couldn't afford to have her talk. And then, there was the entire matter of that two-faced cousin. When it came down to it, no matter how loyal that Neji was to Hiashi, he'd lie, cheat, and steal for Hinata. And, the blonde mused, that was exactly what he was doing, wasn't it? Hiashi had no idea just how Neji really was to Hinata. Naruto put down his spoon. That would probably work as blackmail to make the dick cooperate.
Ah, damnit. Where the hell is that Uchiha?
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"Pleasure doing business with you."
Dark eyes confirmed the numbers on the bills before the paper disappeared into the inside jacket pocket. Sasuke watched the client leave with their goods. He always guaranteed quality on his jobs, and didn't particularity care how the jobs had to be executed. Money was money.
"Karin."
The addressed redhead startled, dropping the pen she'd been fiddling with in boredom. She bent and picked it up, before standing and straightening her glasses, glaring at Sasuke defiantly.
"What?"
Sasuke half-smirked. Such an excitable woman. "Go fetch the files in the marked folder off my desk. I have to get going; I'm going to be late, and you you know that isn't my style."
The woman scoffed. "Maybe if you hadn't let Suigetsu convince you to fit in a last-minute appointment, you'd be on-time."
"Karin. The files."
She grumbled, pushing off from the wall she'd been leaning on and went into Sasuke's "office", if it could be called that. They never stayed down in one place for very long. Their operations were very illegal; the more they moved, the less chance there was of getting caught. They were currently in an abandoned parking garage, the "office" being the keeper's booth. She swiped the manilla file off the desk and turned heel, heading out the door to pass off the file.
Karin watched as the man walked out of the building across the wide open space. Damn, did he look good in a suit. Her eyes drifted down to his ass, and lewd imagery filled her mind for a moment before she snapped back to reality. She crossed her arms, leaning against the side of the office. It was a lot quieter without Juugo around. He'd gotten himself some good medication to suppress the destructive side of him, and left the shady world to go do other things. Tch. Not like he belonged in this sort of world. He was too soft. Suigetsu, however...
"What the fuck are you, a fish?! Get back to work!"
The male carried himself in a lackadaisical manner, brushing the ice-blue hair out of his face with his free hand. He was returning from refilling his 42 oz cup of water for the umpteenth time. He was supposed to be finishing the paperwork for the next client.
"Yea, yea..."
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Sasuke spotted the blonde at the meeting spot, wearing.. well... The Uchiha grimaced. He was in a suit, but the blazer was bright orange, with a navy vest underneath and black slacks. Where the hell could the guy even FIND something like that? Naruto waved at him, and Sasuke gave up pretending not to be associated and sat down with him. Naruto couldn't help but notice his look.
"Whaaat? It was all I had."
"I thought I taught you about how to dress. No more orange?"
Naruto growled. "It's all I had, believe it. Now, on to business."
"...On to business. Pay. We're going."
Naruto had the uncanny feeling that he was just mocked, but payed and got up. His partner followed suit, and the two walked off, heading for the park where they wouldn't be overheard.
"What're we gonna do about the girl?"
"Hinata? I don't care what you do with her. But, since she git away, that means there's going to be police involvement. We're going to have to be more careful."
Sasuek nodded his head in agreement, sticking his tongue in cheek for a moment. "Yea, except I practically own the police. I've got a lot of my own men peppered in the positions. We'll be successful."
"We'd better be."
The two walked on, discussing more about less important things for a long while, before Sasuke stopped them at the other end of the park.
"We're going after them next Sunday. You need to lure them out. Distract the artist. I know you have ...special... skills that could get it done."
Naruto huffed. It wasn't one of his most pleasant talents, but a con's gotta make a living, too.
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Buuuh. Short chapter. Focusing more on Sasuke and Naruto this time. It's a sucky, boring chapter, I know, but it gets some information out. I've been a long period of writer's block, so i'm trying to get anything out that I can. Don't hate me. D:
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