Unknown: I am very glad you are interested, I didn't think this story was very interesting, it was just a nice little draft in my head. :) Thank you very much!

Echo Uchiha: You have reviewed every chapter so far (which may be only three but you know). I'm very happy you think this is sweet! :)

AshenMarsha: Thank you! I really like the, them vs. us situation too! No, this story was not inspired by West Side Story though I do get where you got it from. Actually, I was very inspired by A Bronx Tale which I saw on spike (sadly I only saw the middle part and the very end) a month or so ago and I just couldn't get it out of my head! You know when you get an idea for a story and you just have to write it? Yeah, that was happening to me. I couldn't sleep at night because of it! I'm sorry Kiba's and Sakura's meeting was short but got this idea in my head of when they'll meet again and how it'll play out. Right now, this is almost like a part one in 1957 and stuff. Sakura well be making appearances but first we must deal with Kiba and Killer Bee! :D

I am very sorry for the latest of the chapter. Geez, it's only the fourth chapter and I'm starting to slack off, that isn't good. Aguh, I feel pathetic about that. "-_-

Oh and sorry if you are disappointed with this chapter!

I don't own Naruto (like that is a big shock… it probably is… -.-)

Italics: Kiba narrating/thoughts/flashbacks

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Killer Bee was the biggest, maddest, heart-stopping Mob boss in the entire city. Hell, perhaps the entire country. He was tall, six-seven he conquered. Back before I was born and he was just an every-day mobster, he was feared by even his superiors. One look from him could send you to kingdom come. Killer Bee noticed the fear his superiors had for him and decided that he should be the leader instead of the boss (at the time) Orochimaru.

So (as the rumors go) Killer Bee messed with the brakes of Orochimaru's car late one night and the next afternoon (when Orochimaru was trying to stop at a stoplight on Lady-Finger Road), Orochimaru flew right passed the stoplight and straight into Rococo Bay. Rumors say that Orochimaru did not die in the bay but survived and with the strength of his closest followers, stormed up Small Took Bl. and knocked down Killer Bee's door.

What they weren't expecting was Killer Bee and his brother to be waiting for them. With ease, the two brothers took out Orochimaru's minions. Orochimaru, at seeing what had happened to his men, tried to run but Killer Bee shot him in the leg. It was said that the reason Killer Bee did not kill Orochimaru right away was because all through the following week, he tortured Orochimaru until he finally gave up his position as Boss and gave it to Killer Bee. After Killer Bee got what he wanted, he killed Orochimaru with a simple shot to his head and dumped him into Rococo Bay the very same bay he was supposed to die in.

Now, I don't know if this is true or not but one time I asked Asuma about it and he just smirked and said, 'who knows? All I know is how to follow orders. I don't really care who's giving them.' And there was truth in his words.

3:32 pm, Tuesday, July Second 1957

Killer Bee led me into the Court Side Bar with a nasty grin on his face. The men in the bar did not give us a second thought, they learned long ago not to messy with their boss's personal life. Some of the higher ranked mobsters nodded their heads to Killer Bee which he would return with one of his own.

I bristled. I could feel the glares of the mobsters on my back. I glanced at Killer Bee; he did not seem to notice. The Mob boss led me passed the murderous henchmen and into the back of the bar. There, Baki stood in front of a door looking like a man without any morals.

The man wore his fedora hat forward slighting whilst his beady eyes glared at anyone who dared to try to get into the back room without his permission. Baki acknowledged Killer Bee with a brief nod of his head. He eyed me before turning his attention to the door that was surely going to be my demise.

I had to stop myself from holding onto Killer Bee pant leg as Baki opened the steel door. A cold rush of wind swept passed me and hurled itself towards the front door in a desperate act to escape these mad men.

Killer Bee noticed my anxious and gave me a sharp slap on the back. How that was supposed to help, I did not know. All it did was give me back pain. "Come in, kid, nothing's gonna hurt you."

I stared at him. Sure, nothing was going to hurt me when I was in the same room as a Mob boss who I witnessed murder someone just the other day and his henchmen. Like I believed that was true.

I let Killer Bee walk in first before quickly following after him. I would rather be with him than his pack of dogs. The smell of cigars and man sweat hit me like a wave. I had to take a step back just to adjust to it. Killer Bee grinned at me. "Get used to it, kid, that's the smell of power… among other things."

I blinked; Killer Bee was not what I thought he was going to be like. He just made a joke. I could not help the uneasiness of it spread through my body. It was like he was used to kids witnessing him murder someone.

Asuma looked up along with the rest of the group that was playing poker. He waved his hand to Killer Bee before getting up and heading towards us. "Yo, boss," the Mob boss's right hand man greeted with a mock of a salute. "What's with the kid?"

Killer Bee shrugged his shoulders. "He's the kid that didn't rat me out."

"Ohh…" The corners of Asuma's mouth lifted up into a smile. The man ruffled the hair on my head. "You got guts, kid. What's your name?"

The look on his face confused me. It held what seemed like respect. Respect for what, I was still unsure about that. I was hesitant to tell him my name but a part of me told me to just do it. "M-my… My name is Inuzuka Kazuhiko."

Asuma frowned at my name. "Nice to meet you, Kasohimo."

My eyes narrowed. "Kazuhiko."

The mobster waved his hand in dismissal. "Whatever, I'll get it someday." Asuma turned his gaze back to Killer Bee. His voice turned into a low whisper. "What do you want me to do with Mizuki?" He nodded his head to a man with a bandana hiding his snow-colored hair and had a giant throwing star on his back. The man's face was that of a mad man and I did not like how his fingers kept twitching towards the weapon on his back. I wonder for a moment if the weapon was real before quietly slapping myself. Of course it was real, he was a mobster; mobsters would not carry around a toy.

Killer Bee rolled his shoulders uncaringly. "He's trash; he needs to be put out back with the rest of the garbage."

Asuma smirked. "Just what I was thinking, boss. Hey! Mizuki!" Mizuki glanced up from his playing cards. "Why don't we have a smoke? I got this new kind all the way from Suna and I really want to try it!" Mizuki gave one last look at his hand before noding. Asuma led him out into the ally way, sharing a look with his boss before the door shut completely.

I gulped. Was this what it was like to work for the mob? You never know when you are going to be killed by your own comrades for something you had nothing to do with? How awful. But a part of me, the more adventurous side, was excited.

"Sorry 'bout that, Kazuhiko, but you know how this business is. I ain't a bad guy though," Killer Bee told, departing the small dim room towards another door. "How many rooms are there?" I muttered, stiffly stuffing my hands in my pockets.

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"Have a seat, Kazuhiko." Killer Bee flicked his hand to the chair in front of him. Like a trained dog, I was quick to do what was ordered. A chuckled seeped out of Killer Bee. "You are very strange, you know that?"

I was not sure if that was supposed to be a compliment or not so I kept quiet. "Normally a kid your age wouldn't have the guts to lie to a cop but you did and with a couple of curses too!" Killer Bee grinned whilst my face turned in contrast to his. How did he know that I cursed? I was pretty sure I did not utter a single word while I was out on the streets.

The Mob Boss noticed my expression and continued. "I can't tell you how surprised I was when you didn't point your finger at me and scream, 'he's the guy!'. Hell, I thought I was gonna having to whack somebody but I didn't so I guess it all worked out, huh?" The mobster slapped his hand on the wooden desk strikingly. He did not seem to realize that he said something wrong.

I blinked. The icy claws of realization skated against my back. I was right! Killer Bee was going to kill me if I snitched. "Well… you know… Snitches get stitches…" I dragged nervously. A booming laugh rumbled in Killer Bee's chest.

Killer Bee grinned. "You're right 'bout that, Kazuhiko."

The courage I had been trying to build up since I walked into the bar seemed to squirm inside my stomach. "So… uhh…" Killer Bee looked me in the eye. "What is it?" I swallowed the lump in my throat hoarsely. "W-what… what d-did yo-" I was cut off by the door to Killer Bee's office being slammed open.

Asuma's face appeared by the door frame. "Hey, boss, I know that you're uh in a meeting." He glanced at me briefly. "But the guys are getting crazy ever since Mizuki got knocked off. They keep saying that they need another player and shit like that." The ink-haired man did not look the least bit troubled that he just killed Mizuki. In fact, he looked even more relaxed than when I last saw him. It was like killing a man was what calmed his nerves. I was terrified by that facture.

Killer Bee sighed, running his hand through his jading hair. "Fine… tell them to set up another hand; I'll be joining the game in Mizuki's place." That was that. No remorse, nothing, just business as usual. The man turned his razor gaze back to me. "You wouldn't happen to be good at poker, would you?" he asked once Asuma left.

My eyebrows disappeared behind my bangs. "Yeah, me and my ma play with a couple of her friends on Fridays. I haven't been defeated yet." I was quite proud at my skill at poker. I was not good at drawing like Sai or at yo-yoing like Dosu or even picking on Northerners like Zaku and Kin. Poker was my thing and I was happy to show it off.

I could not help the confusion that swirled in my mind. Why did he want to know whether or not I was good at poker? Killer Bee smirked at my answer. "Good 'cause you're going to help me." With that, he left the room.

I sat there frozen. Was he saying he was not good at poker? I shook my head, the russet mop called hair bounced wildly as I ran after Killer Bee.

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If you told me two days ago that I would witness the local Mob Boss kill someone then lie to the police, go to the North Side to visit Northerners with my mother, be invited into the Court Side Bar by the very same Mob Boss that I saw murder someone and be asked by said Mob Boss to play poker for him all in the course of twenty-four hours, I would have said you were crazy.

But here I am, sitting right next to Killer Bee, helping him beat his henchman at poker. I gave a glance at the cards in Killer Bee's hand. I nudged him. The mobster leaned in whilst I whispered. "Go all in." Killer Bee raised an eyebrow at me. "Are you sure, son? J looks like he might have something good."

I shook my head, secretly observing J from the corner of my eye. I was drawn to his thumb. It was hitting against the table with the beat of Crazy Arms by Ray Price (though personally I liked the one by Jerry Lee Lewis way better). "He's bluffing." I nodded my head to his thumb. "See the way his thumb hits the table?" Killer Bee nodded. "Yeah… and?" I sighed, he was not bad at poker; he was bad at reading people… well, he was also bad at poker. "That's a sign of his nervousness."

"I see…" Killer Bee murmured. "And what about Asuma?" I gave a dismal sound. "He's nothing to worry about just do as I say," I demanded rudely. Quickly, I turned my head away from him. When I play poker, I get so into it that sometimes I forget whose company I am in. The Mob Boss looked at me for second before loudly declaring, "I'm all in!"

J tried to cover up a snort with a cough but I saw through it. It was obvious that the others knew Killer Bee was bad at poker so it was no wonder they all took the bait with a grin on their faces.

"Are you sure about that, boss?" Asuma asked keenly. "I got some pretty good cards here and I would hate to take your money."

Killer Bee shook his head. "Sorry, boys, but this time it will be I who's gonna take your money!" the boss replied boastfully. The other mobsters gave him a shrug and all at once pushed their money into the middle of the table.

Everyone stared eagerly at their boss, waiting for him to make his move. With a grin, Killer Bee laid down his cards. The mobsters gazed at the cards in surprise. One of the men whom I did not catch the name of gave an earsplitting bellow. "A straight flush?"

Killer Bee chuckled. "Read them and weep." I gave a sly smirk as I felt the boss high-five me from under the table.

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It was several hours and me kicking the mobsters asses at poker later when Killer Bee finally decided I should get home. The mobster led me out of the same door Asuma used earlier. The man patted me on the back. "You know, Kazuhiko doesn't sound very intimidating and my son needs an intimidating name."

I stared at him in shock. I only talked to this guy for two hours and already he thinks of me as his son? I never had a father before I was curious as to what it would be like, to have father.

Killer Bee eyed me, seizing me up from the bottom of my worn-out boots to the tip of my mop-like hair. Suddenly, he snapped his fingers making me jump. "I got it! You shall be called Kiba! With a name like that anyone would be wary of you!"

I smiled; Kiba had a nice ring to it. Inuzuka Kiba of Small Took Boulevard, son of Killer Bee the infamous Mob Boss.