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Chapter List
- 9
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- 11
Chapter Ten
All In A Day ’s Work

༒༻𝕹𝖆𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖔༺༒

March 23, 2012

“You in that much of a rush?” Sasuke asked as Naruto strolled by him.
The bare skin blonde strutting with more confidence than his attorney did in his two million yen suit.
Naruto flashed a cheeky grin, but said nothing.
Shaking his head, Sasuke fell in step beside him.
The den was a large, living room space he’d had added on to the Shed a few years ago. Set two steps lower than the foundation floor, the den was more of a drink and chill spot than a living room. Shiny wood floors, a long black semi-circular couch sat in the center of the room curved around a low hardwood coffee table. Opposite the couch, a wide screen TV dominated the gray wall, bracketed by mounted surround sound. A few feet behind the couch, a home bar lined with a row of black stools, and a pool table sat left of the couch. A massive, black iron, glass dining table sat center left of the room, right beside a half kitchen built into the far corner.
Tsunade sat on a stool in the middle of the oak wood bar table, throwing back shots like she was dying of thirst and the only liquid that could quench it was copious amounts of the finest vodka money could buy. She was on her way to wasted though, there was a wet spot on her black shirt and another on her matching, form fitted pants, though most telling, she was missing one of her orange scrunchies, leaving one side of her of her pigtails loose.
“Shoulda known you were gonna be in here gettin’ smashed, Doc,” Naruto chuckled.
Flush faced, Tsunade turned narrowed honey eyes to him, looked him up and down, then snorted a laugh as she said, with just a hint of a slur, “butt ass naked and covered in blood, sounds about right. To what honor do we owe today’s bloody birthday-suit strut?”
Grinning, Naruto lifted his bloody hands, and shrugged his broad shoulders in a ‘shit happens, what can ya do?’ gesture then said, “found a copy cat in my yard, had to put him out of his misery, dattebayo. Problem is, I’m on a tight time table today, and since I couldn’t put off the meeting another week,” he gave Sasuke a pointed look, “figured I’d come get the heavy lifting out of the way then hop in the shower.”
Having lost interest two swallows ago, Tsunade hummed a distracted acknowledgment of his explanation as she poured herself another drink.
“Try not to get too shit-faced, Doc,” Naruto warned, eying her newest refill, “we got shit to talk about.”
Threading fingers through her loose hair, she made short work of that shot too, tangerine nail polish peeking though the long curtain of blond locks.
“Takes more than this to knock me down, Nine,” she returned, the slur a little less pronounced.
“Like a fish,” Kisame injected, his large bulk moving to rest against the bar beside Tsunade.
Tsunade snorted a laugh, the amused chortled echoed by Kurotsuchi leaning against the wall next to the pool table.
Tsunade may drink like a fish, but Kisame looked like a damn fish.
It was amazing what cosmetic surgery could do, and even more amazing the lengths people were willing to go to look the way they wanted.
Though Naruto didn’t get the appeal of paying to look like a fish.
“Guess you’d be the authority on all things fishy, huh, Shark?” Tsunade giggled into her shot glass.
Kisame merely smiled, a malicious baring of his pointed, pricey, re-contoured teeth, “of course, gutted my fair share of them.”
Unbothered by the threat/joke, Tsunade poured another glass, though Kisame swiped it before the alcoholic in denial could throw that one back too.
Slamming the now empty glass down on the bar, the shark-faced man’s smiled widened as Tsunade glared.
As amusing as the back and forth was, Naruto didn’t have time to enjoy the show.
“Alright, let’s make this real quick, got shit to do,” Naruto announced to the room at large as he walked in front of the TV giving a play-by-play of a football game about two teams he didn’t give a shit about.
Kisame hit the mute button on the remote he’d apparently been carrying around.
Standing front and center, Naruto crossed his arms and gave a sharp uplift of his chin at Kurotsuchi.
Straightening from the wall, Kurotsuchi moved closer to the curved couch, orange earrings swaying with each step.
“You got three minutes, Shepherd,” Naruto murmured.
Nodding, Kurotsuchi started talking, “eleven days ago, some dickhead went and offed Shi Yumino and now we’ve got problems.”
A whirl of amusement unfurled in his gut.
It took everything he had to reigned in the grin threatening to tug at his lips.
“Oh yeah?” the dickhead in question replied, head tilting with false curiosity, “know who it was?”
She shook her head, “professional hit from the looks of it. No trail, no prints, not even so much as a glance on the security cams, nothing. In and out like a fuckin ghost, not even the streets are talking. Shi’s crew are scattered, lot of in-fighting and a couple of big wigs are trying to climb over bodies and seize power, but no one’s stayed at the top.”
“City must be a warzone,” Tsunade muttered into her cup.
Naruto’s amusement deepened.
This wasn’t the first time, nor would it be the last time one of Naruto’s ‘assignments’ spilled over into his criminal enterprise, though, he always found the chaos that cross-contamination created highly entertaining. Especially in a place as stiflingly boring as Iwa. Naruto had been dying to shake up the sleepy city for at least a headline or two, to see his handiwork flash across Iwa morning news, he hadn’t expected it to have this big of a ripple effect.
He was more than pleased.
Though, he’d have thought that fat fuck he sent to the pearly gates had had a second in command lined up.
Guess not.
Whoopsie.
“It is,” Kurotsuchi confirmed, taking a step forward, dark eyes sharp on the blonde, “but, it’s also opened up an opportunity for Akuta. With Shi’s operation vulnerable, this is our chance to expand the set in Iwa. Take them out once and for all and restore Akuta to what it was before Shi.”
She stood straighter, determination lifting her chin.
“Akuta is loyal, we’ve proven that time and again. We’re not looking to break away from Nukenin.”
Kurotsuchi had been in charge of a set in Iwa for a while now.
Her grandfather, some loud mouth, big nosed, old fart named Ōnoki, had founded what was once the largest, most influential gangs in Iwa, Akuta.
Way the old man ran his crew though, it was no wonder Shi had taken over.
Akuta had been soft.
Weak.
Protecting the city rather than locking it down and ruling with an iron fist.
Kurotsuchi had come crawling to him a few years ago after Ōnoki got real close and personal with a lake, cement blocks and the grim reaper.
Considering Akuta’s rep, Naruto had been ready to send her right back to Iwa in pieces for stepping foot in his compound to beg for help, but he’d seen in the first few seconds of their stare down that Kurotsuchi wasn’t built like her grandfather.
Crazy recognized crazy, or whatever the fuck the phrase was.
He’d seen it in her dark eyes.
That bloodthirsty need for destruction he saw in the mirror.
So, he’d backed her crew enough to keep it from being wiped out completely by Shi, even allowing them to retain the name Akuta and remain stationed in Iwa, though he’d made clear, they were firmly apart of his empire.
They pled their loyalty to Nine.
They paid annual dues.
And when he said jump, they asked how high.
They weren’t an independent gang anymore, they belonged to Nukenin.
He’d watched them, tested them over and over, not once had they strayed.
He supposed he’d let them crawl around in the mud long enough.
Still.
“You cross me, Shepherd, and I’ll make what Shi’s crew did to Akuta look like fuckin child’s play,” Naruto promised, blue depths boring into black, “we clear?”
“We’re clear, Nine,” she returned.
He traced her profile, searching for deception, looking for any sign she was going to make him rip her spine out through her nose somewhere down the line and found none.
That loyalty, the dogged dedication like a goddamn German Shepherd, blazed back at him.
“Compound,” Naruto grunted, “tell Art I sent you. Tell em’ to bring the heavy shit but not enough to blow the whole goddamn city up, then find Paint, he’ll send backup in a few days.”
Taking that as the dismissal it was, Kurotsuchi gave a quick head bow and left.
Naruto turned glanced over those left.
Samui hadn’t said a word since he arrived, though she’d given him a silent head bow when he entered. She sat next to an equally silent Sasori on the rounded couch. Kisame’s disturbingly fish like eyes were glued to the silenced flat screen, though Naruto knew he was listening closely to every word being exchanged in the room. Sasori and Kisame handled a lot of the more, delicate, complex shit that would probably take closer to thirty minutes than the three he was giving them all.
He knew Samui would be quick and to the point, and he’d normally handle her shit next, but Tsunade looked like she was about ready to go on one of her binges, starting now, and he wasn’t about sit around here waiting for her to sober up.
“Doc, you’re up,” he called out.
“Gonna have to drop Meijo hospital from the harvester list,” Tsunade hiccuped, “internal investigation’s been started. The director thinks she can keep a lid on our operation, but who knows.”
That was interesting.
“Who blew the whistle?” he asked.
“Some nosy, small time reporter,” Tsunade explained, resting her back against the bar and crossing her legs, “stuck her nose in the hospital morgue to find out why a few of the closed caskets felt light to the grieving family. Don’t know who tipped her off, but our guy say’s he’s out. He won’t talk but he can’t get us anymore bodies or organs. At least not until the heat dies down, or this reporter goes missing.”
Naruto glanced over at Shino.
Inclining his head, Shino made his way out of the den.
“Money or bullet,” Naruto called to his retreating back, “don’t care which, just make sure there’s no blow back, ‘ttebayo.”
“We done here?” Tsunade asked, bouncing from her stool and stretching, interlacing her fingers and reaching for the ceiling, “I’m feeling lucky today.”
“Speakin’ of, you’re gettin’ outta hand again, Doc,” Naruto remarked, “if you’re gonna gamble in the backrooms, you pay when you lose. Goes for everybody, crew or not.”
Dropping her hands, Tsunade’s lips twitched, then pressed together tightly.
Clearly she wasn’t drunk enough to say whatever was burning a hole in her tongue.
Tsunade was a holdover from the Hanzō era, and it had always stuck in her craw that she was being bossed around by the little underling she’d used to refer to as ‘kid’.
Naruto didn’t give a shit.
They were cool, had always been even before the throne change, but he never let her get shit twisted. She toed the line like everyone else.
The older woman gave him one of the stiffest head dips before quitting the room.
Naruto glanced at a clock above the bar.
He was making good time.
Two down, three to go.
“Ice,” he called next.
Samui stood from the chair, face frozen in her usual, stoic indifference.
Samui was one of his more competent lieutenants, one of the handful of underlings he allowed to make decision without him breathing down her neck. She reminded him of Sasuke, Mabui and Shino, surgically efficient, single minded in whatever goal they were determined to accomplish.
“There was a cocaine seizure on route to Kumo yesterday. 2.25 tons confiscated, the entire security team on board are behind bars.”
Fuck.
That was actually a big fuckin problem.
He wasn’t worried about the boys in the pen, Naruto had a whole team of lawyers and attorneys that handle that shit, and as long as they kept their mouths shut, they’d either get off with a slap on the wrist, cut a deal for reduced time, or be made real comfortable in prison.
The alternative, pick out a nice suit for a box.
What pissed him off was the coke.
2.25 tons gone, pissed away down the fuckin drain.
The fuck was Old Man Cripple doing?
“Set up a meeting with Jingo,” Naruto ordered, knowing his buyer was gonna wanna know what the fuck was up.
“I’ve already negotiated a time and place,” Samui replied.
Of course she had.
“When,” he asked.
“A month from now in Kumo, noon.”
“Private or public?”
“Private.”
Naruto grinned, anticipation firing off in his veins like bursting fireworks.
Meeting in private rather than mutual public was risky as fuck, and Naruto couldn’t fuckin wait. This was the type of shit he lived and fed on.
Hopefully Jingo would make it interesting.
Sasuke shifted next to him.
“Location?” his annoying bestie questioned.
“Sunrise Hotel.”
Sasuke the motherfuckin’ party pooper strikes again.
Naruto turned a glare on the irritating Uchiha.
Don’t need fuckin back up.
Sasuke met his gaze with a cool look of his own.
Don’t give a shit, you’re getting it.
Aggravated, Naruto turned back to Samui, "I’ll send a message if I need to change the meeting.”
Her blonde head dipped low, then she turned and left.
“Shark,” he clipped, baby blue’s lit with displeasure.
Kisame wasn’t phased. He rarely was.
“The diamond sell fell through, our buyer mysteriously went missing,” Kisame explained, words steeped in sarcasm, “but lucky us, another seller just so happened to volunteer to take their place, says he wants double. 1.5 billion yen. Was gonna go negotiate, figured I’d run it by you first.”
Naruto snorted a laugh.
Negotiate.
Kisame was too much like him.
Unpredictable.
Convinced there wasn’t a problem that couldn’t be fixed with a few amputations or an old fashion ass whoopin’.
Naruto grinned, spreading his arms wide at either side of his bloody form, “alright, I’m a fair guy, dattebayo. So here’s our counteroffer; 200 million yen, and he gets to keep breathing for at least a year, but make sure he know’s this is a limited time offer. Twenty minutes tops. Once it’s gone, he’s lookin’ at a smooth 30 seconds before he loses something far more precocious than his diamonds.”
Kisame’s thin lips parted in an answering line of amusement, sharp teeth on full display, the tattooed gills on his face scrunching.
“Once he takes the deal, make sure you highlight the fine print,” Naruto continued, bright gaze leeching it’s sparkle, casting his easy going smile into a malevolent shadow, “the terms of this agreement are subject to change whenever the fuck we feel like changing it. You give him a day, watch him, follow him, let him sweat, then pick his ass up and show him what happens when you fuck us over. Got me?”
“Be my pleasure, bossman.”
Satisfied, Naruto jerked his head at the door.
Kisame strolled from the room.
Running a hand through his crimson tinged locks, Naruto swung his attention to the final occupant.
Sasori wasted no time.
“Akatsuki,” Sasori said.
Naruto raised a brow at the brown haired male.
“That means…”
“Code name. Konoha Police Department has authorized a special task force to pursue and dismantle Konoha’s most dangerous cartel; Nukenin.”
And that was exactly why he kept Sasori around.
The natural redhead had ears and eyes everywhere, his spy mill so fuckin’ intricate and wide he’d probably give Old Man Crippled a run for his money.
Mabui had her own ring of spies and informants, but Sasori was another level in information gathering.
He walked into places even Mabui couldn’t reach.
Even Naruto couldn’t deny he was an asset.
And as long as he kept his hair dyed, he’d stay that way.
“Names,” Naruto prompted.
“Yahiko Tsukumo, Konan Taue, Nagato Uzumaki.”
That raised his blonde brow.
“Distant relation,” Sasori filled in, “so far removed it’s not worth mentioning.”
Sounded about right.
The Uzumaki were a pretty scattered bunch, though a few generations remained in Konoha.
Naruto didn’t know this Nagato and frankly, didn’t give a shit.
Nagato was probably batshit crazy like they all were but hid it better.
“Daibutsu Hirawa, Kie Suisha, Kyūsuke Nosaku, Asuma Sarutobi, Kakashi Hatake and a set of identical twins, Mashiro Zetsu and Miku Zetsu.”
“Keep tabs,” Naruto ordered, “send daily reports on their movements.”
Naruto glanced at Sasuke, and the attorney nodded.
All hands on deck.
Naruto stretched his neck left and right, sighing with each satisfying pop.
Meeting adjourned.
Fuckin finally.
Freedom.
“Before you go cause more trouble,” Sasuke said, bursting his freedom bubble, “read this, dobe.”
Naruto half turned to see Sasuke holding out a book to him.
Curious, Naruto reached for the cover, bloody fingers smearing on the laminated spine of the book. He read the tittle.
Reel her in: Your One Stop Guide To A Woman’s Heart.
“Everything you need to know about romance is right there in black-and-white,” Sasuke continued, “I doubt even you can fuck things up after reading it.”
Sasuke paused, brows twitching, that funny look he sometimes got when someone said something stupid, blooming across his face.
“Look at who I’m talking to,” the overworked attorney muttered to himself.
Naruto shrugged, opened to chapter one and headed for the shower.
-
Landlady Lodi’s office was a small office sat southwest inside the complex. Compared to the sagging, sad buildings surrounding it, the leasing office was slightly cleaner and in far better shape.
She was alone in her office today, he’d made sure of that.
His eyes snapped to her lanky form the moment he stepped through her door.
He could tell immediately the hair on her head wasn’t hers.
She looked older than Old Man Cripple and that was saying something since Naruto was convinced that decrepit asshole was so fuckin old he probably didn’t leave fingerprints anymore.
Her wrinkled, drooping face was pasty white and pulled tight in a few weird places, like she just had a face lift but most of the sag was already breaking through.
Or she left in the middle of one.
She needed to go back to her plastic surgeon and finish the job.
Or run her face through a fuckin iron press. Extra starch.
“So, I hear yer lookin to rent a duplex.”
That’s what his phone call claimed when he made the appointment.
“Not lookin to rent one of those dumps,” Naruto dismissed, taking a seat at the lone chair in front of the rickety desk.
“Dumps!” the old hag harrumphed, but didn’t deny the charge, “well then, what the hell did ya come here for?”
She looked him up and down, carefully sizing him up, noting the glinting Rolex on his wrist, the expensive gold around his neck, the bruises on his tattooed knuckles.
“Ya look like money,” she observed aloud, “but got the smell of the streets all over ya.”
“Let’s cut to the chase, Grandma Fossil,” Naruto grunted, resting his bulk against the borderline uncomfortable cushions of his chair, “see, there’s this female renting a duplex out here, payin’ off the books, and her prune faced landlady keeps jackin’ up the rent, and unfortunately for the prune faced hag, it’s starting to piss her man off.”
Throwing her head back, the old woman laughed, her wrinkled neck quaking, before turning her amused, cloudy gray eyes back to him, “and I’m supposin’ yer her man, eh?”
“In the fuckin flesh,” he grinned cheekily.
Her own smile was more a barring of grayish, browning teeth, “like the devil himself from the looks of ya.”
Naruto shrugged.
If the shoe fits…
“So, you want ol’ Lodi to take a few yen off the rent, eh?”
“That, and for ol’ Lodi to tell me what the fucks she’s really after.”
A long pause ensued.
Naruto grinned another sunny smile as she indulged a second round of cloudy eyed study.
Maybe the old bitch had cataracts.
Her lips curved again, “you ain’t no wet behind the ears muscle-head are ya? Been around the block a few times, huh?”
“Been around all of em,” Naruto returned, “ain’t a block I ain’t circled.”
She leaned forward as though she were about to whisper a secret, anchoring her bony elbows on the paper laden desk, gnarled hands resting under her jutting chin.
“Ain’t never seen you round here, woulda known ya face I seen you before.”
“Probably because I left this shit hole part of Konoha years ago, ‘ttebayo,” head tilting, he ran his baby blue’s over her in return, “sure as fuck didn’t see you before I bounced, face that saggy is hard to forget.”
More cackling left her lined throat.
He contemplated her windpipe, wondering how hard he’d have to squeeze to plug that annoying ass croaking.
She quieted before he was tempted to find out.
“We done crackin jokes and shootin the shit?” he asked, “didn’t come here for geriatric stand-up comedy.”
The right side of her thin lips ticked up at the corner a beat before she sat back in her chair.
“Supposin’ I knock a few thousand yen off, what are you offerin’ as compensation? Gotta get me somethin out of this too, ya know.”
“Of course,” he agreed, “I’m lettin’ you keep all your teeth in your mouth.”
He paused, disgust lighting his eyes as he took in the crooked, decaying teeth.
“Though maybe I’d be doin you a favor givin you a free root canal.”
She smiled wider, then continued as though she hadn’t heard his offer, “seein’ as you know how this stuff goes down, sure ya gotta know I could make a lotta money once I get ya girl where I want her.”
“Oh yeah?” Naruto replied, flashing pearly whites, the rising rage in his gut at odds with his casual demeanor, “how’s that?”
Thought he already knew.
Turkey Neck Lodi could smell the street on him, but Naruto could smell that and more on her.
The same stench that followed Genma around, it clung to her shriveled, leathery carcass like spoiled milk soaked into dirty carpet.
Though he could stand Genma’s funk a hellava lot better than this old hag.
Genma offered protection and a safe place to service johns for the strippers that wanted to make dates in his club, in exchange for a cut of the proceeds of course. The females had a choice to work on the side or keep it all on the up and up. And if one of his doves decided she was done trickin’, she stopped, no skin off Genma’s nose. Genma was never hurtin’ for bitches to join his self-proclaimed ‘voluntary’ prostitution rink, wasn’t any reason to trap a bird that came willingly.
Naruto didn’t really get down with pimps, but the way Genma ran his operation was tolerable.
Madam Lodi wasn’t that fuckin magnanimous.
“I run a bidness here, 35 years in the trade. Call me Madam Lodi. Catch me a few strays down on their luck or lookin ta hide, drive the rent up till they can’t pay no more and ain’t got nowhere to go. Turn em into soiled doves,” she told him, a grin on her thin lips, “let em’ pay on their back till their debt’s cleared. See bout 5 to 10 Johns a day. Let em’ go after two or three years, most of em’ worn out by that time anyway and can’t get no play. I turn em lose and fill their spot with fresh doves.”
And there it was.
What he’d known.
Grandma Fossil was planning to turn his girl out.
First thing that came to his mind when he found out she was struggling like she was in that kinda set up, like he told that crater face hag, there wasn’t a fuckin’ block he hadn’t circled.
Problem was, hearing it first hand in regards to his woman was like the crack of a whip across his flesh.
Those images from last night flooded his mind all over again, those faceless men no longer ogling a pole twirling Hinata, but now stretch over her, naked flesh to naked flesh, pumping and sweating above her; pawing heavy tits and milky white ass cheeks with each stomach turning thrust.
Touching her.
Inside her.
Defiling her
That needling underneath his skin started again, that grating sensation clawing at every nerve lining his body. He felt it raking groves across his gut, agitating that simmering rage that always stewed in the bowels of stomach into a boiling wrath.
Jealousy, Sasuke defined for him this morning.
“You don’t want that for ya girl I’m guessin, witcha show’n up here an everything,” the woman tittered, “supposin we can work out a deal, me and you. Otherwise, ya gal’s gonna be up to her pretty little neck in debt and turnin’ tricks for the rest of her life.”
Kill her …
He felt the command like a reverberating growl rumbling deep inside his stomach.
Naruto flexed his fingers, savoring the ache of pummeling two faces into putty in the span of twelve hours created in his knuckles, wondering idly if he’d break his hand if he added one more pruned face to his line of casualties, and how much he gave a fuck about wearing a cast for 6 to 8 weeks. Couldn’t hold a piece or blade with a fucked up hand, not to mention the hard shell wraps itched liked a son of a bitch.
His contemplative gaze shifted around the room, seething as he took inventory of the old crone’s messy ass desk, narrowed gaze pausing on a bright red, long pair of scissors.
Sharp enough. Carotid severance.
Messy.
“Been in this bidness a long time, ya hear. Pretty lil bird like her, with them doe eyes and that slut body, lotta men al’ pay big money for a taste. Supposin’ I can squeeze 4 years work outta her for she start to lose her shine. Top yen johns for that one. Make me a lotta money.”
He spotted a floor lamp in the corner, tracing the beige power cord plugged to the wall.
Strong enough. Asphyxiation.
Time consuming.
“You pay me what the girl could bring in at top yen rate, four years worth, and throw in a lil extra to sweeten the pot and I’ll clear the books of her debt and drop her rent for a year.”
His eyes touched on the small, decorative statue resting on the high shelf just behind the old crone.
Heavy. Blunt force.
Has potential.
“Said afore, ya look like money, but if ya can’t afford it you could always have her pay half on her back, bout a year or two, and pay the other half in cash, don’t take checks.”
“Not feelin’ either one of those deals, dattebayo,” Naruto smiled, “so how about we re-negotiate?”
Gnarled hands flatted on the desk as Lodi leaned towards him, eyes twinkling like this was one big fuckin game.
"Ain't no re-negotiatin with Madam Lodi," the old woman harrumphed, "them's my terms, take em' or leave em'."
Naruto was done listening.
Even if she wasn’t old as dirt, Naruto moved faster than most people could react.
In the blink of an eye, Naruto snatched a stray letter opener resting on an open envelope, aimed, and drove it straight through the old crone’s hand.
He reached across the desk, grabbing her throat in a vice mid-scream.
“Okay!” Lodi wheezed, words ripped painfully from her lungs, her uninjured hand clawing weakly at his wrist, “I-I-I’ll let….the bird…go.”
Teeth grinding, Naruto adjusted his grip, moving from her throat to her rotten mouth.
“We’re done talkin,” he growled.
Ripping the letter opener from her wrinkled hand, Naruto thew the old bitch back into her office chair, yanked her nasty neck to the side and drove the letter opener into the side of her neck.
A torrent of red squirted around the tapered metal.
Bony hands pushed at his face and chest, jagged nails latching onto his black shirt.
A fuckin kitten put up more of a fight.
Blood spurt a pretty arch as he tore the blade out and drove it home again and again.
Frenzy settled in beneath his flesh, the beast that lived in his gut roaring through his body. His hand grew wet, the elderly pimp beneath him growing still as he painted the walls a dark crimson.
The letter opener burrowed and got itself stuck in her neck long before he was done.
Enraged, he left the metal lodged in her neck and reached for the blade sheathed at his ankle.
-
Sucking in several harsh breaths, Naruto dropped his hunting knife on the desk, his rage finally extinguished.
Wiping his hands on Lodi’s ugly blue dress, he dug in his pocket for his phone and dialed.
“Bag,” he ordered the moment they answered.
He hit the end button and shoved it back in his pocket.
Priest stepped into the office a moments later, totting a large black duffel bag in hand. Naruto wasn’t surprised to see him. The white haired zealot never seemed to sleep, and considering he hadn’t gotten a taste of gore last night, he was clearly aiming to rectify that drought by pulling a double rotation shift.
A low whistle of appreciation left his lips as he surveyed the wreckage.
“One would think you were already a follower of the great Lord Jashin,” Priest smiled, then turned coaxing eyes to his homicidal leader, “killing is always a pleasure, but killing with purpose, in service to Lord Jashin, that, is truly divine. The Jashin faith needs dedicated souls, Lord Jashin would welcome you with open arms, Nine.”
Soul as black as his, Naruto didn’t think even Lord Jashin wanted him.
That, and Naruto wasn’t into that religious shit, he left that foolishness to weak minded sheep.
A voluptuous figure entered behind the Jashin worshiper, elbowing him aside as she moved into the room.
“Give it a fuckin rest, Priest,” Anko bitched, “bossman’s told your ass a thousand times he’s not interested. Now bag this bitch up so we can get outta here. Stinks in here and it ain’t the carcass.”
“Didn’t stink till you walked in, Sweets,” Priest shot back, glaring at the violet haired woman, “why don’t you trade places with Thorn? There’s only one vent in this fuckin room. Five minutes in here with you and we’ll all be dead too.”
Wasn’t shit sweet about loud mouthed, short tempered Anko, but considering she ate enough sweets to rot the whole crew’s fuckin teeth, the name was kinda mandatory.
A third figure stepped inside the room, closed the door and posted himself in front of it.
Setting the bag on the least bloodiest part of the floor, Priest unzipped the duffel and pulled out a body bag. He rolled it out on the floor, then stepped behind the desk. Pausing a few steps from the headless cadaver slumped over in the office chair, he bent down and reached for the severed, gray haired cranium.
“Bleh, think you did her a fuckin favor,” Priest muttered, holding the head up for inspection, dark eyes moving over Lodi’s runny skin, “like a dirty marshmallow melting on a hot sidewalk.”
“Go get the carry out, Sweets,” Naruto commanded, stripping off his shirt, “and my back ups.”
“Praise Lord Jashin,” Priest snarked, dropping the head then shoving the body out of the chair and onto the floor, “that vent was strugglin’.”
“Fuck you, and Jashin,” Sweets growled, stomping towards the door.
“That’s Lord Jashin, heretic!”
“Lord this!” the violet woman shot back, waving the bird as she left the room.
“Bitch,” Priest grumbled, rolling the dead woman into the bag with a seamlessness that spoke of many years of practice.
That taken care of, Naruto moved on to the next order of business.
“Call clean up. Close the office for today and get a few of the boys here to keep it that way,” he told the room at large, sliding his crimson coated Rolex off, then cut eyes to the tall, and up to this point, silent figure standing at the door, “Greed.”
Kakuzu, the greediest, most money hungry motherfucker Naruto had ever met, pushed away from his post leaning against the wood panel exit. A year after Hanzo’s downfall, Naruto met the part time loan shark, part time bounty hunter in a warehouse drug deal that went bad. Kinda hard to make the exchange when the other party got shot full of holes by a soulless bounty hunter looking for a payday, though Naruto had taken it as one hell of a job interview for his crew.
“Collect any rent checks that come through here starting tomorrow once it’s clean,” Naruto told him, “anybody asks, the old bag finally retired and you’re the new landlord.”
Those green eyes sharpened, glinting with interest.
“Run it how you want, don’t give a fuck, but Hinata’s rent is whatever I say it is.”
Not a single sound of protest passed through the black mask covering Kakuzu’s mouth, but Naruto knew missing out on manipulating, calculating and squeezing the most out of Hinata’s measly portion down to the very one yen coin, even among the nearly hundred of tenants he was going to be collecting from, would bug the fuck out of him.
They didn’t call him Greed for nothing.
If there was money to be had, Greed wanted every bit of it and then some.
Oh fuckin well.
Naruto paused a beat, waiting for any lip from Greed, he got a chin lift of acceptance instead.
Good enough.
He’d checked everything off his list of things to do before he saw his woman; he was done with business, time for pleasure. He started for the door, already feeling that buzz in his veins as he brought her image to his mind’s eye.
Two beheadings and a upcoming informal date with Hinata.
Not bad.
Sweets came back with a smaller duffel and threw him a fresh pair of clothes.
“Bag it. Ice it,” he muttered absentmindedly, gesturing to the head as he stripped down and dressed, taking the wipes Sweet hand to him.
He was clean enough to go outside, but he was gonna need a shower.
No way his bunny wouldn’t smell the blood on him if he didn’t.
Kurenai, Thorn as she’d been dubbed, stood casually leaning against the hood of a big black Ford Expedition when he stepped outside, though her shifting ruby eyes were far from casual. She was focused, tagging witness, and watching for any sign of the 12.
Thorn was almost always lookout.
Pretty as a rose, her gentle looks and soft talking were plenty distracting, leaving nosy motherfuckers blind to her thorns.
Day time rotation’s black SUV was parked backwards, and the few steps from the door to the truck ensured the carry out made a smooth and speedy transfer into the trunk.
Kurenai stood leaning against the SUV as they snapped the trunk closed.
Naruto walked pass them to his own SUV.
Folding into the vehicle, he fired it up and drove a short distance.
Pulling up at Hinata’s little duplex, he tagged his bloody clothes and made his way to her door.
He was gonna smell like girly soap when he came out, but he couldn’t find it in him to give a shit.
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