May: It's back! I thought of this in my bathroom full o' fumes, XD
Previously:
"My dearest brother, if you prove yourself useful, Kyuubi could get you the continent of Australia."
Gaara studied Shuukaku suspiciously. "You're kidding, right?" Shuukaku smiled, patting Gaara on the head.
"Australia feeds off of two things; Tourists and their Environment. Kyuubi runs the Bijuu Corporation" at this Gaara and Kankuro's eyes widened.
"But that was declared a monopoly and broken up!" Kankuro objected. Shuukaku lifted a brow.
"The pieces off that break up divided among Kyuubi's close friends, including me!" he added, grinning.
Gaara lifted a brow. "Lemme guess." He started "You own Australia."
Shuukaku sighed, slumping his shoulders "Little brother, no one can own a whole continent…only three-fifths are Kyuubi's." at this Kankuro and Gaara stared.
"…Seriously?"
"Ah…don't underestimate him because he's related to Naru-chan." Shuukaku grinned. "Come on team! Let's bolt!"
"Lame."
"Seriously."
"Fuck you!"
That whore actually expected to get some tonight. He let out a good chuckled.
As if.
He walked into the lavish bedroom where his next meal waiting, naked and ready. He grinned casually at her, she returned the gesture.
"Hey sweetie" the woman purred in a sex tone.
'Slut'
"Hey Princess" he replied, sliding on top of her. "Ready for some excitement?" he purred, pressing his lips onto her neck.
"Mmmhmm…" she breathlessly replied.
He grinned, wrapping his mouth around the juncture of her neck and collarbone.
"Ah…that's so good- AH!" the whore gave a shrill scream as the man above her teeth clomped down on her neck, canines puncturing the skin, sliding deftly across her jugular, causing blood to spurt out over their bodies.
He man pulled back, grinning at the blood on his upper torso as the body underneath convulsed before finally stopping the jerky movements.
"Sorry sweetheart, but you're not my type." The killer giggled insanely, dipping his fingers into the corpse's sliced neck and walking over to the wall, beginning to write a little love note of the police.
And his "precious" little Kyuubi.
Kyuubi entered his Penthouse as Naruto was happily munching on breakfast. The red head raised a brow.
"Shouldn't you be going to school?" Kyuubi wondered aloud, taking in the sight of the blonde in his trademark orange sweatpants.
"Shouldn't you be worried about the snow storm going on in the middle of the summer?" Naruto replied, pointing at the TV, where an emergency broadcast was being filmed.
Kyuubi stared in shock at the millions of snow particles drifting down, the news reporter already up to their ankles in the substance.
"…Shit. Naruto, grab the stuff you need. Now." Kyuubi snapped, walking towards his own room.
"But I don't have any winter clothing!" Naruto whined, pouting. Kyuubi rolled his eyes, grabbing a duffel bag and tossing it onto his bed.
"Then wear something better than that, and call Sasuke, I don't like it when weird shit like this happens…" Kyuubi muttered, shoving his laptop and a few other necessary items into the bag, before zipping it closed.
Naruto stuck his head inside the doorway. "Wouldn't Ita-nii have taken care of it?" Kyuubi glanced back over to him before reaching underneath his pillow and pulling out a hand gun and shoving it into his pants at the small of his back. Naruto watched him silently.
"…Is someone going to die?" he asked quietly.
Kyuubi sighed. "Hopefully not us." He muttered, grabbing the duffel and slinging it onto his shoulder and taking out his cell phone and dialing a number. "Shuukaku, I need winter clothes for me and Naru, make it girly and suffer."
"Can't I dress up Naru-chan at least?!" Shuukaku whined over the cell.
"By girly I mean skirts." Kyuubi grit out.
"Aww…" Shuukaku whined.
"…Shuukaku, call him." Shuukaku blinked.
"Him?...HIM?! KYUUBI ARE YOU CRAZY! HE HATES ME! THE ONLY REASON HE PUTS UP WITH YOU IS BECAUSE YOU ACTUALLY BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM, ONCE!!" Shuukaku shrieked, both his younger brothers staring at him like a maniac.
Kyuubi sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "I know, I know. But he's the only one who's more than capable of getting together the amount of people necessary for this job."
"Is this about the snow? Come on Kyuubi, can't we just blame it on some unnatural phenomenon?" Shuukaku asked.
"And let the whole city burn down while we play stupid?!" Kyuubi snapped back.
Shuukaku groaned, running a hand through his purple-streaked blonde hair, staring at the phone in annoyance. "Dammit Kyuubi."
"…Shuu-chan…" said teen stared at the phone in shock. "…I'm scared, really scared, I know it's him."
Shuukaku closed his eyes and sighed. "Alright, I'll send some men over with the clothes..." He muttered, snapping the phone shut.
Kyuubi shut the phone silently, looking up at Naruto. "Get your stuff."
"Aniki! What about Naru-"
"He has Kyuubi with him, now stop asking, God dammit." Itachi snapped, his grip on his younger brother tightening and he pulled him towards his car. The older Uchiha had on a black long coat and matching slacks. "We need to get out of here. I have a bad feeling." He muttered, looking up at the snow drifting down around them. He blinked when Sasuke yanked himself free.
"Why is everyone protecting me?! Even Naruto! Can you at least tell me?!" Sasuke shouted, glaring at Itachi. The younger Uchiha was wearing a striped beanie with a black hoody and army cargos pants. Itachi stared at him silently, before signing.
"There's a chance you could die." Itachi stated firmly. Sasuke's eyes widened in shock.
"Wha-" any other retort was cut off by a deafening explosion, Itachi cursed when an blast of searing heat his back, causing him to fall to the ground, knocking Sasuke down in the process, bits of glass and fiberglass hitting the older Uchiha harmlessly and the back as the heat wave passed. The next seconds were spend recovering from the explosion that had swallowed Itachi's precious baby; his precious Lamborghini V12.
Itachi sat up slowly, turning to examine the rumble that once was his Soul Child. Sasuke backed away slowly, before standing up and taking a few more steps away from his brother. Itachi walked over, knelt next to his car's grave and studied the rumble calmly.
"…Okay, this just got personal." Itachi muttered, pulling out his cell phone. Sasuke sweatdropped.
Big brother was pissed.
"Delivery for Kyuu-" the delivery man's shaky voice was cut off by a bullet to the head.
"About time." The masked assailant muttered, ignoring the corpse falling to the ground, motioning to his group before kicking open the door. The man was abruptly shot down.
"Rule #1; Don't screw over my men." Kyuubi growled, eyes red and slitted. He abruptly killed three of the attackers with perfectly aimed bullets to the head and pinned the last man down onto the ground, the whimpering attacker's AK-47 skidding away a few feet.
Naruto walked over calmly, picking up the package the delivery man was carrying before walking over to the fallen rifle and picking that up as well.
"Hey, mister?" Naruto tilted his head to the side, dressed in a black tank top with a leather jacket tossed over it and loose, torn up, black jeans. "Kyuu-nii might spare you if you tell us who you work for." Naruto stated-matter-of-factly.
"I-I don't-" the man let out a hysterical scream when Kyuubi shot the ground head to his head.
"You don't what?" Kyuubi asked calmly, pointing the gun at the whimpering man's forehead.
"We-we're just paid anonymously, they just gave us the address and the wire transfer would come when the news got hold of your murder. I've got a family! My wife, my baby girl!" the man whimpered.
Kyuubi studied him silently, the red head was dressed in a gray, denim and torn long coat with black jeans and a black muscle shirt. He stood up slowly.
"Oh, Oh thank God!" the assailant scrambled to his feet. Kyuubi calmly shot the man's elbows and knee caps. "Jesus!" the man screamed in agony, falling back to the ground. Kyuubi calmly grabbed one of the rifles from the dead men on the ground at his feet before turning to leave.
"Well, that was nice of you." Naruto muttered, walking past the screaming man unabashed, following his brother.
"Just in case he had something else up his sleeve." Kyuubi's eyes glittered dangerously as he remembered the subtle glint of the switchblade in the man's vest.
"They killed it?! No!!" Kisame wailed, dropping to his knees in front of Itachi's dead car, Deidara and Sasori crying silently behind him.
Itachi and Sasuke sweatdropped.
"It's drove so fast…" Sasori muttered, shaking his head.
"Such a waste…yeah." Deidara teared up, wiping at his eyes. Itachi walked between his squad and the car.
"Hello, my name's Uchiha Itachi, your Squad Captain. This was my car and I almost went with it." Itachi snapped, before sighing in annoyance. "We're going to Kyuubi's…"
Everyone snapped to attention. "Hah?!" Kisame had heard about the psycho from Deidara and Sasori. "Are you serious?"
"Quite."
"B-but..!"
"No buts, to Kyuubi's club we go, now, in the car." Itachi pointed at the piece of shit metal that Kisame drove.
"Um…" Kisame nervously laughed, looking from Itachi to the car and back. "Well, I'm not sure if my baby can take five people…" everyone looked over at the deep blue 4-seater 1995 Honda and sighed.
"Probably not, un." Deidara agreed, shaking his head. Itachi seethed, giving Kisame's car a good kick.
"Aah! My baby!" Kisame cried as a hubcap fell off.
"Deformed baby." Sasuke corrected, examining the dents and scratches, wondering whether or not he should mention his own car inside the garage.
"Well, now what do we do?" Sasori asked, looking around for a sign.
Said sign that came down the lane in four, speeding cars.
Four, speeding, gorgeous cars!
The 2007 Mercedes SLR McLaren in silver with the top up followed by a red hot Hamann Ferrari 599 GTB Fiorano, a deep blue Mustang Concept Car and a black Bugatti Streamliner Concept Car.
Sasuke and company gaped as the four cars skidded to a stop in front of them.
The Ferrari's door opened as a certain long-haired red head stepped out.
Kyuubi slid off his sunglasses slowly before he smiled slyly at the group of gaping five out on the Uchiha Estates lawn. He walked over to the group calmly, stopping in front of Itachi and Sasuke.
"…The blue one's for Sasuke with a surprise in the driver's seat and the black one's Itachi's…but for now, choose the best driver, I need to chat with you in private.
Itachi nodded calmly, wondering how rich the red head was.
"Kisame, Deidara…" said men jumped in for joy "…not in your life." Before collapsing in a heap on the ground. "Sasori, hurt my newly adopted Soul Child and suffer." The red head nodded dreamily, already running to the vehicle.
He stopped in front of the beautiful piece of machine before a younger red head opened the door from the inside, the two looked at each other coolly before the younger red head walked up to the first car and climbed inside.
Kyuubi rolled his eyes before looking at Itachi once again. "Come on." He grabbed the Uchiha and dragged him into the Ferrari.
Sasuke ran up to the Mustang before climbing into the passenger's seat. Naruto grinned at the brunette from the driver's side. "Put your seatbelt on!" he advised cheerfully.
Sasori frowned inside hi—shit, Itachi's—kick ass car. "…Deidara, you drive like a maniac…Sasori motioned to the steering wheel. Deidara squealed for joy, already attempting to get into the driver's seat.
"The hell are you letting him drive for?" Kisame whined from the backseat.
"Because, judging by how fast these guys pulled in, they'll pull out even faster." Sasori stated matter-of-factly, petting a purring Deidara on the head. "Deidara's broke several Laws of Physics when chasing the bad guys."
"Seatbelts! Yeah!" Deidara cheered, griping the steering wheel in delight. Sasori and Kisame both scrambled to put of the safety harnesses.
Itachi settled in Kyuubi's car rather comfortably.
"So…what are we talking about?" he asked, glancing over at the red head.
"…Well talk about it on the yacht." Kyuubi replied, sliding his sunglasses down over his eyes once again. Itachi raised a brow, the port was at least 12 hours away without traffic, was Kyuubi going to make him wait that long?
"Wha-" Itachi was abruptly cut off when he was slammed back against the car seat when Kyuubi, waiting seconds after Shuukaku sped off, followed just as quickly. "J-jesus!" Itachi coughed, glancing at the speed-o-meter and immediately regretting it. "Are you insane?!" he shouted, gripping the car tightly, almost spazzing out when Kyuubi took his eyes off the road for a few seconds to look at the Uchiha over the top of his sunglasses.
"…Please, don't get any fingerprints on the window."
May: Whoohoo! Thankies a tons to Darkneko666 getting me the cars, you all owe them a huge thanks!! XD
And yesh, Kyuubi plus Fast Cars equals Car Sick Itachi
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