Becoming President

Disclaimer: This work is not intended to offend anyone. Naruto and the United States of America do not belong to me. Naruto is the property of Masashi Kishimoto and Shueisha, while the United States of America is the property of its citizens.

No matter how many dark subjects I've written I will not write sex scenes! At most, it will only be kissing a–and h-hand -h-holding, saying it makes me feel dirty!

Sorry for being late, free time is not a commodity I have plenty of.

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(WARNING: IMPLICATIONS OF CHILDREN BEING EXPLOITED.)

James Veritas

James jerks off his bed with a cold sweat, migraine instantly hits him as he tries to remember what had happened last night, memories flash by his head with ringing ears and the smell of alcoholic drink assaults his nose, he scrunches his pain at the sensory overload squinting, his eyes to see his surroundings and is completely at lost to what he is seeing. "Oh, oh no!" he stared in disbelief, 'this can't be happening,' The clothes he remembered vividly wearing last night were now lying on the floor. He was now only wearing his birth suit beside his underwear, naked, bereft of clothing from his formal blue suit now gone nowhere to be seen and only his dark black trousers were visible on the floor. He then blinks again a couple of times now also realizing that he is in a new territory entirely: 'This is not my bed,' he starts to talk to himself in his mind, "this is not my room," he mumbles, "wait, this is not my house!" Now he shouts like a man realizing the utterly terrifying possibility of what he had done last night, mortified at his situation, and curses himself for the lack of self-control, damn his nature always to need to search for more booze to drink. 'Should've listened to Mr Naru when he told me to cut the liquor.' gazing at the room for a few seconds his mind churned to think.

The room is quite quaint, unmistakably feminine with all the make-up on the vanity table neatly organized into piles that James didn't bother to look at in detail. It is furnished tastefully with brown wood flooring and to his surprise, the walls are not made out of wood or concrete but cut stones that are turned into bricks making it clear whoever room James is occupying is rich, unless, of course, the walls are only decorative cover to hide the normal wall behind, the lighting from the lamp on both sides of his, (theirs?) Bed was golden yellowish, and was very old-fashioned and expensive as fuck. Not wanting to meet the possible owner, having a one-night stand with rich people only invites trouble in the long run after all, he was about to stand up, find the rest of his clothing, and get out to bugger off somewhere far and get his bearings back at the safehouse he had built (with Mr. Naru and Miss Rebecca help of course) and continue his mission to find support in America's center of hedonistic debauchery where it's elite like to gather out of view that is Las Vegas. Before he could enact that quick-made plan; the door was opened, and the situation went from I can fix this too, I'm doomed in a matter of seconds

A familiar face popped her head to the door smirking at James who was now covering his entire body, embarrassed at the possibility of her looking at him when he was not at his best with red cheeks that he knew went not unnoticed by her, "You're cute when you're this way James," she made a low chuckle, amused, "here" and then thrown something at the bed which James catch forgetting that the woman was now seeing him completely naked, out of instinct, he inspects it and raising his eyebrow surprised to see the rest of his clothes neatly rolled up with a tiny very easily cut rope holding it, "I'll wait at the kitchen, I'm making breakfast, scrambled or sunny?"

"Omelette," he replied without thinking, hoping that she would quickly leave the room so he could change.

The woman smirked and shook her head, "Very funny, bashful," she left and closed the door with a soft thump. James quickly sprang into action, wearing on his clothes as fast as possible; the fastest he had done in his 24 years of life, putting in his shirt and suit, he was about to button the last 4 buttons and tighten his black tie that was still dangling on his collar loosened when the door was opened again with the girl was about to let out a word that was stopped before she could say it opting just to smile and walk towards James.

"Christine," he whispered, he gasped as she walked seductively towards the journalist, confused at what she was about to do, James startled backward as their face only inches apart with James taller than her; the woman started to button up his shirt making her gaze from low to meet James' face up slowly, she giggled, grabbing his tie then tightening it a bit forceful while pulling him to be closer to her level, stunning smile, mischievous eyes and moving her lips near James' ear then whispered her honeyed words, tingling his ear.

"Don't worry, bashful, last night was fun but nothing happened, that is…" her head cocked a bit so she could see his blue towards her onyx eyes, "...exciting." and as if by instinct not wanting to be played like a toy, James cupped his hand toward her chin, and raised it with strength and replied with a strong gaze of his own then smirked.

"A shame then," James let go of his hold, leaving a startled Christine in her room as he waited outside, sat at the dining table to slap his head as he groaned silently realizing what he had just done, 'Why the fuck did I do that! And how did this happen!!" When Mr Naru says it's OK to fraternize with the enemy James doesn't think he meant like this! This is a disaster, if he babbled some plan he shouldn't have said near hearing distance of the Ex-soldier, Mr. Naru's plan would be in jeopardy, and everything they've built could be destroyed in an instant if James doesn't correct this, he may have a bit of a crush toward the woman but between her and his loyalty toward Mr. Naru, than he will pick his loyalty toward his mentor always, personally if he has too.

Christine is the one who greeted them at that hotel, her role is the same as his, while James represents Mr. Naru to gain influence with the American elite while attending their… parties… Christine is the representative of her boss who organizes those parties; they frequently talk with each other out of necessity for networking for their perspective boss and that means everything they've heard at this weird game of cat and mouse that more resembles a 17th-century ball of politics that you could find in Game of Thrones, where everything they hear and see would be sent to their respective patrons, that is why the possibility of Christine hearing a rambling that she should not hear is dangerous, her boss (whoever it is) is one of the most well-known figure in America's elites individuals and families, and them having a clue to Mr. Naru's plan: their number one enemy, just means that they have been defeated by them, with those info either being sent to the press, used to attack Mr. Naru and his family, or both. So, James sat at the dining table, waiting for Christine to leave her room so they could have a life-and-death stand-down (well a sit-down).

Christine exited her room without a sound, he could see a faint flush on her face as she walked toward the kitchen and started to cook bacon, eggs, and toasted sourdough bread with a surprising amount of skill and fluidity that surprised James, he never thought she was the type to like to cook. He questioned in his mind as Christine did the same move that he knew was done almost every morning, he was debating whether he should help her, sure they may be potential enemies but being rude when someone (looking at his current state and where he is), carrying you when you are dead drunk, let you use their room, and cleaned your clothes, the least you could do is help them make breakfast even if they are your potential enemies.

James just stares without thinking, making Christine uncomfortable. Eventually, it's too much as Christine turns briefly towards him, face more flushed red than before and with an almost pouting expression, "Stop staring at me!" She whined and ordered him; James now noticed his action, turned around his head, bashful at what he had just done without thinking again with a pink shade that now colored his cheeks.

(Refresher: Christine's design is similar to Mihate Hiura's but a bit taller and more mature.)

A minute passed by and the food was already on the table neatly presented, the TV was on showing a national news network he didn't focus on, Christine was already eating her food while watching the TV, and this, after praying to God, never in a million years did James think Christine, despite her past, would still believe in God, as if sensing James thoughts, the woman stopped eating for a second to answer "just because I'm trans doesn't mean I don't believe in a higher power, James,' she said, visibly annoyed, her tone indicating that she has said the same explanation too many too much.

"To whom? The Gay Gods?" He, AGAIN, said without thinking. 'Oh man, I fucked up'

"The Gay Gods," a small smile crept to her face (something James did not expect) and for a brief moment: James was captivated by her like the first time they met, James mentally slapped his face to stay focused, "I'll start using that, bashful, you just gave me material to save me from an awkward conversation," she let out a hearty laugh and continued to eat her meal, after a few spoonfuls of food, this time it was her turn to ask questions, "Is there something wrong with the food? You haven't eaten it yet," she tilted her head to the side, "or do you think I was too cute to ignore?" she made another shit-eating grin.

'Focus!!' he reminded himself. "About last night…" he started.

"I told you nothing happened, how many times do I have to tell you?" She rolled her eyes.

"I'm not talking about that, Tina," he breathed deeply, "How much do you know?" The air in the room was suddenly tense, James watched Christine's expression that was previously relaxed morph into the one he had seen when Mr. Naru was serious and stopped fooling around, it's like a switch for them, and she honestly scared him, while Mr Naru has given him training, he doesn't think sporadic training would be a match to someone of Christine's caliber, he had done background checks in the woman, and she was in the army special forces, the green berets. Those were some tough dudes,well in her case former dudes.

"Just the outline of Mr Nathaniel's plan," she munches on the toast with bacon on top, and as expected it was the worst possibility that could happen "It is impressive how much he had done in so little of time, very impressive, still I didn't think someone like him would be so cunning," she clicked her mouth, "I'll tell you everything, but first, eat! When you're done we'll talk."

They eat in silence all that good nature, banter they've had now gone in an instant while eating James is panicking, 'She knows, she fucking knows!' even if it's just a general outline…he grits his teeth, either he has to kill her and clean this up or they fail. Christine putting down her utensils disturbed him trying to make a plan to kill her, James followed suit 30 seconds later.

"Is it that delicious that you eat everything until it's clean?" She questioned him

"Not everything," he stared at her, "not everything is clean." a bullet in the head and then burying her in the desert sounds like a good plan, how to transport her to the desert; that's the big question.

"I'm not your enemy, or Nathaniel Rusell's. So why don't you stop formulating a plan to kill me and we could resolve this without one of us missing dead in a ditch somewhere," she explained with ice.

"Explain," was all he said to her. He wanted to scoff, not expecting any good elaboration on her part to not just kill her right here, right now. His pistol is still holstered, in his suit, and judging by its weight; the bullet wasn't removed from the magazine, 'she didn't tamper with it. Unusual.'

"Follow me," she stood up from her chair and James followed, guiding him to a wall beside the fridge placing her hand on it.

"Oh, " James let out in understanding what's going to happen. Tina just snorts, pushing the wall and swiping it like a phone screen to reveal a hidden room, a very messy hidden room, filled with papers and photos. Tina entered first and James second, taking a good look at those photos and his blood immediately boils.

"Everything is in here, video records they've ordered me to save for their pleasures, photos of them having their fun, and of course paper trails that could lead all those mother fucker in jail," she said those last word with greeted teeth. "They should all die, you know; the things they have done… monsters are innocent compares to them. "

"Since when," James said in a low whisper

"The very beginning," she stated with conviction. "I was never part of them James, what kind of a soldier I am that tolerates those kind of things, despicable all of them. Are you shock?"

"I never thought you.. "

"James," she cut him off, "when you see me, a trans woman, working with people that are frankly pedophiles, were you surprised by it? Or were you thinking, of course, people like me were one of them?" her face judging and expecting an answer

"I.." he was silenced for a few seconds, not wanting to express what he assumed about her.

"You can be honest, James, I won't judge you," her face softened. James was ashamed, deeply ashamed.

"When I met you for the first time. Your condition…" James cringed when he heard his wording, " that it made you more preferable to. You know what I'm trying to say. Look, Tina, my biases for you as a person are mixed, I think its an open secret between the two of us already how I felt about you, romantically," that made her smile, " your too kind, too" James sighed, ", you're a good person, that's why I'm confused how could someone like you work for them? It doesn't make sense."

"And…?" she approaches James., only a hairs breaths away from each other. "What do you think now?"James only response was to cup his hand again on her small face which she closed her eyes in aprroval.

"I think we know how I felt now, " he said softly with a smile, James was about to kiss her but her hand stopped it.

"Not now, bashful, " she distance herself from James a little. "You're awfully eager, take me to a date first would you. "

He returned his composure, slightly miffed his advances were semi-rejected, at least he knows now that his feelings are mutual. "Who's the leader?" James tried to divert the conversation.

"There is no leader, James," she revealed, to the utter shock of the poor reporter.

"What?" Was his response intelligent?

"It's already a living ecosystem, taking one of their suppliers or organizers would only lead to other to fill that gap, these people they are untouchable and if they are threatened to be jailed or revealed they will not shy to feed one of their own to the wolfs', and suddenly people will stop talking about it as if another case was closed, no, right now I can reveal one, but if I did in not sure I can catch the others; they'll start to lay low and remove any evidence of them taking such actions," she told him.

"Who's the one you can confidently put in jail?"

"Epstein, and some of his friends if I'm lucky," James instantly recognized the name, the elites never reveal their faces and identity in one of those "events, " and for him to hear such a person of high standing in the American elites.

"How deep is this?" His head was starting to hurt as the implications of America's well known public figure being relegated to being a supplier to them.

"More than you realize," Tina said to him.

"How can we help? " James offered.

"By we do you mean… "

"Me, and all of Mr. Naru's an asset if we have to," Tine just shook her head in response.

"For now nothing, we can smoke Epstein now without any problem but catching the others would be hard, and I doubt the others would lead him to blabber their secrets," she advised.

James opened his phone trying to talk to Mr Naru with Tina looking at his screen raising an eyebrow.

"Is he trustworthy?" she asked a question that greatly insulted James.

"I TRUST HIM WITH MY LIFE," he said with a bite. Tina just stares then nodded. The phone was still ringing and Mr. Naru didn't answer the call.

"There's no signal here, let's go outside, I'll tell you what I have in plans after you talk to your boss. " They return to the kitchen. James is about to call Mr. Naru again but the TV screen quickly grabbed his attention, and his mouth was hanging looking at the ridiculousness of what he was seeing. "I think your boss is busy James," Tina said the obvious.

"Yeah, you're probably right."

Nathaniel Russell is being filmed fighting more than a dozen hitmen without a fucking gun!!

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Sorry for being late, free time is not a commodity I have plenty of.