Delicate fingers held a black, lace fan with a velvet design of cherry blossoms. The guard of the custom made fan was made of steel, yet her strength had made it look so light. She fanned herself with her most trusted weapon in her navy dress, with a red sash that hugged her waist. She was located in one of the most largest ballrooms of Sunagokure, with pillars and floor made of marble and a diamond chandelier hanging from the centre of the ceiling. Glass windows surrounding the female gave the perfect 360 degree view of the sky, with the moon setting the scene. Waiting for her brothers, she watched the joyous faces of her loyal customers, friends and billionaires conversing with one another. She stood alone from the interior balcony and distanced herself from others, but she was fine with it. It was difficult for a woman of her status to ever have 'normal' conversations with others. Given her sexually appealing and intimidating nature, men who were brave enough to approach her were all pigs and saw her as nothing less than an object. Being the seemingly inferior gender in such a tough job like hers, she refused to be controlled. She flourished as a role model for aspiring ladies who looked up to her and she wanted to show those ignorant bastards who was the real fucking boss.

However, it would be nice for people to respect her as the person she was. Just for once.

"Oi Temari."
Perfect. One example of someone who always saw her as an equal.

"So lovely of you to talk to your sister that way Kanky," she turned towards the brown haired man with lines of purple face paint, starting from his eyes and ending at the bottom of his chiseled face. She thought the face paint would be a teenage phase but much to her surprise (and chagrin), he continued to use it. Despite her endless complaints of him looking 'stupid', he argued that it gave him a unique feature and people were intimidated by it. If more people were scared of him then there was a higher likelihood of them conforming to the siblings' demands and standards. Easy money right there, all from 'stupid' face paint.

"How many times have I told you to not call me that?"

She smirked and continued to wave her fan.

"No one's around Kanky it's okay."

The jokes died in the air as Kankuro's face turned serious. Straight lips and sharp eyes stared at Temari, who realised now something was wrong.

"What happened?"

"Sakon's gone rogue."

Her wrist stopped moving the object in her hand.

"What?"

"He still hasn't given us a penny of our money."

Smooth fingers closed her fan with a 'clank', indicating the unmistakable sound of tough, painful steel. Uncharacteristically, she chuckled.

"8 months. 8 months and he still hasn't paid back a single thing?" The grip on her fan tightened.

"We made him successful! I'm pretty sure he's having sex with some stripper in the back of his own club so what the fuck is going on?!"

"Kankuro you know what's happening you just don't want to accept it."

"He's avoiding us," a softer voice joined the conversation. The once cute, plump cheeked boy was now the living epitome of handsome, with his sharp jawline and his 'love' tattoo on the corner of his head. All three of them had come such a long, long way.

"Gaara?"

"He presumes that he's incredibly powerful and no longer needs to acknowledge us."

"That's bullshit."

"No Kankuro he's right. That Sakon always thought he was above everyone, we just felt pity for him." Temari reflected back on their mistakes as they gave such a disgusting excuse of a human being the chance to dream big. And the dream was big indeed, with Sakon now having his own brand of nightclubs. The Sand Siblings did all of that. They made him the big guy he is today. But when Sakon's power developed and he decided to bring brothels into the business, there were problems. The trio don't agree with such service. People could do whatever they wanted but the three would openly refuse to earn profits and own shares of houses were people sold their bodies to strangers.

So when the trio formed a simple agreement with him, why had it taken so long? Sakon's business flourished days after it formed. Surely someone who became so popular in a matter of days could pay off debts and agreements towards their business partners after a month or two? Not 8 months? Not 243 days? Now that was unfair and a form of betrayal. What had that meant?

"He relies on his right arm the most. It'd be funny to see him walk round with just one arm, who'd sleep with him after that?"

Kankuro smirked as he cracked the bones in his knuckles and neck. It had been a while since he had the pleasure of beating the shit out of someone, which was a good and bad thing he supposed.

"Now?" She asked.

"Yeah."

Confirmation from Gaara allowed the three to leave the extravagant scene to enter a deadly, dirty territory. Normally, they'd leave their captains and guards to the messy stuff but when it was personal to the siblings, they'd enter the scene.

The four had stood outside for fresh air and a breather. Despite the lively atmosphere underground, the Spring air was more than necessary. The stars in the sky swayed with the breeze of the wind, with the smoke from Shikamaru's cigarette fading into the thin air. The taste of tobacco eased him and was his utopia, he hadn't cared of its health consequences. Meanwhile, one of the most dangerous gangsters in Konoha was arguing with his other friend whereas the other dangerous male took another important phone call.

"Kiba NO!"

"What?!"

"That's not how you do it!"

"But when the bird is about the approach the green pipes you stop tapping and let it fall!"

"The bird can't fall that fast you gotta let it fall way before that!"

"You only downloaded the game after your deal!"

"I know better than you dog breath!"

Shikamaru peeped over to look at Kiba's phone screen. A pixelated bird had only touched a millimetre of the green pipe before the sound of game over rang.

"Fuck! Look what you did dobe, I was on 23"

Of the Konoha Gangsters, 2 were officially arguing over a game of flappy bird.

Maybe they're a bit too relaxed...

"I see."
The dark tone of Sasuke's voice brought the three to look at his trembling shoulders. Kiba locked his phone and Shikamaru let his unfinished cigarette rot in the ground. To hear and see Sasuke's body ever so slightly shake meant business: someone was going to die tonight.

The end of the phone call and his furious eyes confirmed their suspicions.

"Sakon's running."

Blood boiled in their bodies, adrenaline at an all time high. Naruto's hand formed into a fist as he clenched his jaw and teeth.

"WHAT?!"

"Calm down Naruto," Kiba placed his hand on the blonde's shoulder. He knew all too well that Naruto would react like this and calming him was the first move. Kiba saw Naruto's eyes and shoulders starting to relax, his breathing becoming slower and calmer. Turning around towards Sasuke, he remembered something important.

"He isn't far from here. We can catch him within the next 20 minutes."

"I'll make it 10," Naruto spat as he stormed over to the car. His friends had sighed and knew it was too late and there was no going back. Once Naruto was pissed, he was pissed. Obviously they all were, they've just been betrayed! The case was different to the blonde though. This guy had insulted the Hyūga family and was a dick from the start, showing no care for Neji's death. Naruto turned away business from Sakon trillions of times but his friends managed to pull him through, provided that they'd earn so much money in return. But where was it? They've been waiting almost...7 or 8 months for the money they were promised.

It wasn't there.

So Naruto was going to beat it out of him.

They made it in 5 minutes thanks to no traffic. Going at a speed of 100 miles an hour brought back Shikamaru and Kiba's belief in God for surviving. Naruto's driving was a catastrophe and they were more likely to die in the car with Naruto's driving than in a shootout.
He parked the car around the corner of the strip club, loading his guns and shoving them in his blazer pockets, shirt pockets, and on his legs underneath his trousers. His peers were doing the same, collecting a few knives here and there. Kiba and Sasuke had preferred using sharp objects the most. Given their fast reflexes and tremendous speed, they could throw anything with perfect aim in under a second.

Using cigarettes and a lighter as a weapon was quite underrated, Shikamaru thought. They all had escaped many death-defying situations with just the tip of his burning cigarette and a flicker of his lighter. Simply put: starting a fire was so easy when no one looked at where you chucked your cigarette or when you had used your lighter. A memory flung to mind, making him smirk.

It was a shoot out against the Amegakure guys, and they were insane. The four had spread out and had no chance of joining each other without getting shot in the head. Deafening noises of gunfire and shouts prevented Shikamaru of thinking of an escape plan or a plan to win the fight. However their ammo was low and their stamina had dropped dramatically. He was behind the table in the far right, aiming the table straight ahead where the guys were. With time running out, the situation was getting worse and worse, especially after Kiba had took a blow to the shoulder. The smoker boy's feet had touched something with a 'clink', causing him to divert his attention. The corner of his eyes saw a glass cup chipped in half but still containing the contents of whisky. Suddenly his head ducked at the sound of enormous gunfire and an idea lit up. Grabbing the drink, he cut off parts of his shirt to cover the top the glass. Peeping over the table, he knew he had to do it all in one go. He needed to do it the moment before the Amegakure gang fired their last gun shot so he listened out for a pattern. 8 fast shots, 2 slow ones and 4 quicker ones. That was it.

So he waited. His ears heard the sound of exhaustion and guns being loaded. The first 8 shots rang.

Now.

Lighting the shirt attached to the glass on fire, he threw the contents towards the table after the last shot rang in the air. The sound of the glass breaking was followed by bloodcurdling screams and the smell of fire burning flesh. As they screamed, Naruto and Shikamaru took their cue to eliminate their enemies whilst Sasuke carried Kiba away from the scene. To this day, they never took the mick out of Shikamaru's fighting strategies; he'd turn a simple object into a work of art. That doesn't mean his smoking habit were good though.

Finally, Naruto was a major fan of guns. Hands down, he was the most enthusiastic about it and to say he was a 'good' shot was an understatement. But he heard about the stories of this one guy with red hair and a love tattoo, who had scored a two head shots at once when he was 15. Plus, he had never used a gun before in his life. And Naruto thought that was the sickest thing ever. The blonde hadn't achieved his first head shot until 18 whilst the other guy was probably on his thousandth head shot by then! He forgot his name and the gang he was involved in but he wished he'd meet the guy, no matter how intimidating or powerful he was. Just being able to pay respects to the other guy would make his day and month. Gangster to gangster, Naruto wanted that respect from others and damn straight he was going to do so one day.

For now however, they had some business to attend.

"You know I don't have any problems with strip clubs but this one is so fucking nasty."

"Oh we know you don't mind going to strip clubs."

"Shut up dobe."

The arrival of another car from the far corner of the street caught the attention of Sasuke and Naruto. The front lights on the car disappeared into the dark night as three figures emerged to enter the strip club.

"Sasuke."

"Ah," he nodded.

The two figures at the back brought themselves forward to view the three strangers in the distance.

"Who are they?"

"I can't tell. One has markings on his face?"

"It that a female?"

"Beats me. Let's go."

After the three had entered the club, the four of them followed with a stern look. The feeling of unfamiliarity burned Naruto's stomach inside and had made the others uncomfortable. The absence of people by the entrance had made it worse; there'd always be someone here. The blonde gave his friends a final look before they nodded and they sneaked inside.

Immediately, the smell of sweat and alcohol invaded their senses. You could mistake such a scene for a brothel if you had no eyes and ears. Ahead of the four lied tables and leather, black chairs, with a long stage towards the left side of the room. Silver poles surrounded the stage whilst a golden one stood at the centre of the stage. Strippers were supposed to be equal in attractiveness and talent, but not in Sakon's eyes. There were always rankings, and the very best of the best would be the star of the show by the golden pole. The crowd of drunken men admired and eyed the different performers as well as the vulnerable waitresses in more than just revealing attire. Their red uniforms consisted of lace thongs and bras, with fishnet stockings and high heels. It was difficult to say that the women weren't sexy and sensuous but their uncomfortable faces said that this was against their will.

Not only did that completely killed the sensational element about each of these waitresses, it was nowhere near okay to feel uncomfortable in these situations. The Konoha gangsters knew that. They were human too and they knew how feelings worked, despite all the sins they committed.

"This is disgusting," Kiba spat.

"Yeah. Let's just get this over and done with." They had approached the centre of the scene to look for the manager of this god forsaken place. Their eyes had hovered over sights of things they didn't mean to see and things that made them want to punch these drunk, disrespectful males. It was no use, they couldn't find him.

"It would be a relief to see a woman with clothes right now."

Shikamaru's wish came true as he saw the similar silhouettes of the three figures across the room.

Wait.

Was that who he thought it was?

If all those infamous rumours matched what he could see, then it was them and there was no mistake about it.

"Sasuke. Look over there."

As the raven haired boy followed his command, his eyes narrowed.

"I see them."

"What's up? Wh- oh for fuck's sake," Kiba groaned. Tonight was going to be a very, very ugly night.

Naruto simply had no idea what was going on or what his friends were looking at. Oh no, they weren't just three normal people at all. These were the same three people many gangsters looked up to and were frequently compared with the Konoha Gang. There had been no pictures of the trio, only rumours and whispers. One would say that you'd definitely know it was them by the irony of the siblings' extremely different features. You'd expect them to have the same eyes, same hair colour or same looks. But what was the dead give away?

Well, many people would express their distaste towards the male with 'the purple face paint' whereas others would brag about the youngest with the 'red, love tattoo'. And those rumours had come to life that night, with the Konoha boys staring at the males with the matching descriptions. What was perhaps most shocking was the oldest being a female, sexist as sounds. People would only refer to the chartreuse haired woman as 'the oldest' by her command, for she loved to surprise people by her hourglass figure, porcelain skin and flirtatious smile. Although they did hear stuff about the oldest 'seducing' victims to death, they shrugged off that rumour. It didn't make sense to the Konoha gang or anyone that hadn't come across her.

Tonight would be the first time the Konoha Four and the Sand Siblings crossed paths. Perhaps it was time for this to happen.

And what better place was there to meet than a strip club?

"Let's split up."

"Here? I'd rather die."

"That's an option for people like us Kankuro. People love to put a bounty over our heads." Temari had looked over the sight of the plain, brick building. No decorations, no bodyguards, no fancy lights. A degrading feeling entered the very pit of her stomach as she cringed on behalf of all the women inside. Trust Sakon to create such a mentally scarring place.

"I'm creeped out. To think we contributed to something like this."

"No, this wasn't part of the agreement." Gaara defended.

Loading their guns and sharpening their knives, the three got out of the car and walked towards the dead building. Although they felt as if they were being watched, they all shuddered it off; they had more important things to take care of. Temari tightened the hair band on her four pigtails, a sharp pin hiding inside each of them. She was labelled 'childish' for the hairstyle she adopted since she could remember. However she refused to let her hair down otherwise, where else could she hide her four pins? Each with a microscopic drop of death on the tip? Thanks to Kankuro's interests in puppets and poison, the three had developed a chemical that they only knew how to get recover from and could paralyse the body in a matter of seconds. His influence came from the legendary puppeteer, Sasori. They hadn't thought Kankuro's poison worked until they first tried it in a deadly, last minute resort. To this day, each of the three carry the poison in different forms and ways.

"Never thought I'd say that I feel overdressed."

"It's definitely not something to be ashamed about."

The three had walked past the mob of men and waitresses, seeking refuge on the other side of the room.

"Never said it was," Temari had now been waving her fan frantically. The heat inside was unbearable and the absence of windows explained why that was. If Sakon was going to keep their money, he could have invested in some goddamn air conditioning.

"Where is he?" Gaara's eyes travelled across the room.

"There's too many people here." Kankuro responded.

"Let's split. I'll ask the bartender."

"He knows who you are Temari."

"Precisely," the woman smirked as she cat walked her way towards the empty red bar with an impressive collection of drinks. The man behind the counter was currently wiping the table with his head down. Taking a seat, she spun her fan playfully and rested her elbows on the shining table. Her hands supported her tilted head, looking at the bartender with her innocent smile.

"Sorry we're not ope-" the bartender froze at the sight of the unmistakable woman, it was really her. "Oh! Hello there miss, how can I help?"

Temari's smiled curved upwards as she purposely controlled the red blush on her cheeks.

"It's a little hot in here don't you think?"

Her fan created the well needed breeze for Temari whilst the bartender stuttered, straightening his black tie and tucking in his white shirt.

"Er... yeah! Yeah it is. Perhaps whiskey with three cubes of ice?"

The smile evolved into a smirk.

"That sounds delicious," her fan now moved more slowly, calmly, taking control of the scene. The bartender grabbed the shiniest glass in his sight, opening the most deluxe brand of whiskey. Three evenly sized cubes of ice entered the drink and with a smooth pass towards the woman, the drink was finished in a matter of seconds.

"Another? On the house."

"Thanks." She passed the glass back with a wink.

The two were unaware that a small round table near the counter was now occupied by a particular black haired boy, with his ponytail and cigarette. Looking at the candle on the table, he emptied the burnt parts of his cigarette onto the ash tray and listened to the conversation. Having an interest in strippers wasn't his style; he'd have to be incredibly drunk for that to happen.

"Say, I'm looking for a guy around here." The tip of her index finger swirled her new drink, ice hitting each other with a clink. Teal eyes focused on the man's body language and facial expression. There was no denying that he knew who she was and that was a fact. Although given his shaking pupils and twitching fingers, he meant good. His Adam's apple was straining to hold his nervous gulp and knowledge of the situation. You could tell he didn't ask for this sort of life. Being a bartender? Maybe but here of all places? No. Obviously not.

"Is that so miss?"

She sucked the drop of liquid on her index finger, the exquisite burn of the alcohol in her throat. The movements of her fan were now slower than ever.

"Mhm. It seems to me that you know very well who I'm talking about."

The dim light still managed to highlight the oncoming sweat on the man's forehead and fidgeting pulse. He straightened his tie again with a forceful pull as Temari signalled him to come closer with the wave of her fan. Obliging, he was inches away from her face until her fan closed with a clank.

'Steel. How could a fan be made of steel?' Shikamaru thought with furrowed eyebrows.

Her light pink lips ghosted over the bartender's ear, her breathing stirring butterflies and dragons inside him.

"And I would more than just appreciate it if," she reopened her fan with the sound of blades deafening his ear, "you could tell me where he was?"

The fan entered its second form, with the recognisable sound of blades on each alternating, inner spoke of the fan. You see, this custom made fan was more than just what it looked like. The first form was the form Temari had showed everyone; the sexy, lace black design with a small purple circle in the middle. When she closed the fan and reopened it with a spin, the same lustrous design was merely hidden by thin blades of steel. This time, there'd be two purple circles on the right and left side of the fan. Now, the third form of the fan was rarely used. So rare that no one had actually known what it was, so it remained a secret. Better yet, there was an extra touch to the final form.

Maybe people would know about it sooner than they thought.

"I... I cannot tell you. My wife will die." The man sighed in defeat, knowing that he would die tonight the moment Temari approached him.

"You can."

The smoker inhaled a deep breath, burning more than half of his cigarette before he breathed out. What had they done? The gang brought Sakon to the very tip of the world and people beneath him were suffering because of it. Now, Sakon had to fall from the top of the mountain.

Before he could hear the bartender's response, the sound of a unrequested drink hit his table. In shock he looked up to see a brown haired figure with rainbow coloured feathers in her hair and from the straps of her bra smiling upon the smoker boy.

"It's on us," she winked before she bounced away, her behind creating cat calls from drunk customers. Shikamaru would be lying if he said he hadn't looked at her walking away, he guessed he couldn't help it. The sound of the woman's heels to his left hit the floor as she stood up with a smile. The exposed steels in her fan disappeared and it returned to how it looked earlier. Walking away from the counter, he cursed. One distraction was all it took to miss out on important information.

Well, that wasn't so true. He knew that the fan must have been specifically tailored to the eldest of the Sand Sibling's interests and it was also a dangerous weapon.

Temari gathered her brothers in the centre of the room and pointed towards a figure in the corner with her fan.

"There."
Gaara eyed the light blue haired male with a bottle in his right hand and a woman to his left.

"Fucking pig," Kankuro hissed.

"Let's go." They walked through the crowd with ease, strangers moving out of the way for the prestigious trio.

"Any luck?" Kiba took the seat opposite Shikamaru.

"No. I almost had it but some waitress distracted me."

The man with the red marks raised an eyebrow.

"Huh? Thought you were more reserved than that Shikamaru."

"What no not like that! She slammed a drink on the table and I couldn't hear what the bartender said to her."

"Fuck. We'll just have to look around. The guy at the bar isn't even there anymore I think he ran off."

Shikamaru swore again at the sight of nothing behind the bar counter to his left. The drinks were already put away and the bar was now permanently closed for the evening.

"He's probably ran home to his family. They're looking for Sakon too."

"What? Is he mugging them off too?"

"I bet. Guy like him running away from two groups of gangsters. Sounds so troublesome," the hold of his gun inside his pocket became stronger. The two stood up to walk around and were more focused than ever. Naruto was at one side of the room on the look out whereas Sasuke stood by the wall, hawk eyes searching a pair of terrified, drunk eyes with blue hair and a foul smile. Reuniting with the four, they all reported their limited information. Turns out Shikamaru had the most information out of all of them.

"I think we're going to have to do this the ugly way."

"Why didn't you say so earlier?! I'll kick down all the rooms in this place."

"Naruto calm it. You can do that later."

"The Sand Siblings are looking for them too," Kiba warned.

"Tch." Sasuke laughed. "They don't scare me whatsoever but I know better than to expect little from them. Especially the red head."

"Sand Siblings...?"

"Naruto, don't you know about them? You're way too slow at the worst moments."

"Oi shut up Kiba!" Naruto's head snapped towards his comrade's direction.

"They're the three we saw earlier. It's like people seeing us and not knowing who we are; that's how silly you sound right now Naruto." Shikamaru lit up another cigarette.

Naruto's hand grabbed his chin as he frowned, eyes at the top right corner. The name sounded familiar...and consisted of two males and one female. One had red hair as Sasuke just said. What about the other two? What did they look like?

"Nah. I have no idea."

The three other males sighed until Sasuke looked away from their friends to find the familiar three opening a red door by the stage. He softly hit Naruto on the arm to grab his attention, now looking towards the raven haired boy's direction. A nod from them both, Naruto dragged the other two and they all made their way towards the room.

"This is going to be troublesome."

A/N: Thank you for reading, tell me what you think and I'll improve asap xxxx

(I'm also working on Save Me, sorry if I'm slow on that)