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Claim Me	By : t69 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 5719 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue, Part 1
- 2-Prologue, Part 2
- 3-Part 1
- 4-Part 2
- 5-Part 3
- 6-Part 4
- 7-Part 5
- 8-Part 6
- 9-Part 7
- 10-Part 8
- 11-Part 9
- 12-Part 10
- 13-Part 11
- 14-Part 12
- 15-Part 13
- 16-Part 14
- 17-Part 15
- 18-Part 16
- 19-Part 17
- 20-Part 18
- 21-Part 19
- 22-Part 20
- 23-Part 21
- 24-Part 22
- 25-Part 23
- 26-Part 24
- 27-Part 25
- 28-Part 26
- 29-Part 27
- 30-Part 28
- 31-Part 29
- 32-Part 30
- 33-Part 31
- 34-Part 32
- 35-Part 33
- 36-Part 34
- 37-Part 35
- 38-Part 36
- 39-Epilogue
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kit: Thanks for the kind words.

Kyoko dumped herself unceremoniously onto her seat and stared irately at the paperwork she still had to do. With the look she was giving, it was as if she wanted the papers to spontaneously combust. Huffing, she grabbed her brush and began writing.
'Too bad,' she thought, 'Takehiko's such a nice and polite young man. Unfortunately, he's the least endowed of the bunch. Not to mention the fact that among the remaining princes, he's the least productive in terms of revenue.' She signed the man's last paycheck and silently mulled.
The club owner had just returned from the kings' penthouse upstairs and was annoyed to find out from Kyosuke that Jin and Mikoto had gone out for a morning date of sorts. It pissed her off to no end. Every night since his arrival, she had summoned the brunet to her room and had employed every single technique she knew in the art of pleasing a man to sway him to stay by her side. The Platinum King roared his orgasm time and time again due to her expert stimulation, yet at the end of the day, he still chose that green-eyed bitch over her. 'There must be something I can do to get rid of that woman,' she thought.
A knock on the door pulled the raven-eyed woman from her murderous musings. "Come in," she said, starting to read an advertising strategy that had been proposed by her human resources chief.
"Good morning, Kyoko-san," a familiar voice rang.
"What is it this time, Sano?" Kyoko replied, "As you can see, I'm a little busy."
"Indeed," said the addressed, his aquamarine gaze running over the contents of his boss's tabletop, "And you are apparently in a bad mood." The black-haired woman's eyes darted to the brunet's. "Your handwriting is usually light and graceful," Sano elucidated, "It's currently somewhat angular and forceful."
Kyoko sighed. "Please get to your point, Sano."
"Are you not going to invite me to sit down?"
"That would imply that this conversation would take time—time which I do not have. Don't make me repeat myself, Sano."
The former king paused, gauging his boss's temperament, and decided on how to proceed. Stating his suggestion outright was bound to anger his superior; however, engaging in a banal prelude would only aggravate her more as it would be a sign of insubordination. Seeing that both pathways would lead to a common outcome, he decided that which would require less energy. "I think you should fire Jin, Kai and Kyosuke," the former king declared.
The club owner looked at the bluish-green-eyed man as if he had grown a second head. "Excuse me?"
"Okay, maybe 'fire' is too strong a word," Sano supplied quickly, "I think 'suspend' is a better term. Just until I hire someone to investigate and clear up their shady backgr—"
"We've been through this before, Sano," Kyoko said. She didn't yell. On the contrary, the statement was delivered quite delicately, but the tall man knew that the onyx-eyed woman would be far more difficult to deal with now that she had taken this icy tone.
The brunet walked around impatiently. "Clearly, your judgment is being clouded by your attraction to all three of them, particularly Jin. Maybe it would be better if you let someone take the reigns for the time being—"
"Someone like you?" the raven-haired woman said derisively. "Listen to me very well, Sano," she started rising slowly from her table, "I am no fool. I know exactly what you have in mind—" She raised a hand, instantly silencing the younger man who moved to interrupt. "You stated your hypothesis about me earlier. Let me state my own about you." Kyoko started to walk around her office. "You had been my Platinum King for a little over two years, and during that time, you had become arrogant and entitled. I think you are aware that some of the princes have actually been earning more than you for the past year? Of course you are, because that is precisely the reason why you are before me today. You have been aware of this fact for quite some time now, but had chosen to ignore it and carry on your ways because of your delusion that your position as Platinum King was secure due to your physical assets."
By this time, the ebony-eyed woman had reached the former king and was slowly circling him. "Now that you realize your folly, you are trying to maneuver things to your advantage, either by removing the objects which threaten your position or to attain a new one that could maintain your lavish lifestyle. To elucidate further, you plan to either remove the kings or seize my position." She touched the tall-man's cheek ever so lightly before returning to her seat.
"But you are an ambitious and greedy man, Sano," the club owner continued, "Why settle for one or the other when you could get both? And so you have concocted this… quasi-quandary for me," the club owner continued, "Using the statistical improbability of the arrival of the new three kings, you aim to use me to remove them, and if I were to refuse, you would use my inaction to claim lack of capacity for prudent decision-making."
Kyoko sat down and regarded Sano with an unreadable expression. Seconds later, a small smile appeared on her lips. "How amusing…"
The aquamarine-eyed hunk was a bit taken aback. "Excuse me?" He expected much harsher adjectives—perhaps "wily" or "devious" or maybe even "bastardly," but certainly not "amusing."
The older woman cradled her beautiful face in her hand. "I find it so amusing that you actually thought you could fool me," she clarified.
"I think—" Sano began.
"I do not care what you think, Sano," Kyoko said with surprising brusqueness. "You are fired."
The former king's impassive features broke somewhat as the last three words began to sink in. As soon as they did, anger filled the handsome man's face. He bellowed at her. "You can't fire me, you—"
"Wench? Bitch? Slut?" the onyx-eyed woman offered, unaffected by his aggravation, "Take your pick. I have been called innumerable things by wives, mothers and other mistresses, Sano. Those words have lost their effect a long, long time ago. I will leave your separation pay with the guards tomorrow. I wish never to see you again."
Sano moved forward to punch the club owner, all semblance of his usual calm façade gone. As his fist hurtled toward the seated woman, he wondered why she didn't even move to evade his blow.
The answer came but seconds later when the former king was thrown by a powerful, invisible force and crashed unceremoniously several feet from Kyoko's table. He winced. "Fuck! My arm! What the hell!?"
The club owner eyed Sano from her table. "Didn't you ever wonder why I don't keep any guards around me, Sano?" she said, "Years ago, I had a shinobi lover who enchanted me with a jutsu that would repel anything aimed at harming me. It was an original technique he had developed. He used it on me before he left just to make sure no harm would come to the woman who gave him the best sex of his life. He promised to treat himself to my services once he had completed his mission. He never did come back, and I heard that he had died in battle. I had assumed the jutsu would get dispelled, but it remained active all these years."
"You were a fool to reveal that to me, Kyoko," the tall man said as he stood up. He smirked.
"Why would that be, Sano? The only one who knows the technique, its weaknesses and its specifics is dead," the older woman said, sneering back at the injured man, "Your intelligence is clearly overrated." The bluish-green-eyed man growled at the insult. Kyoko ignored it. "Leave now before I summon the guards. Think of it as a gesture of thanks for all the profits you have produced for me."
The former king wobbled to Kyoko's door, cursing all the while. Before the tall man was able to leave, the ebony-haired woman spoke. "And for the record, I was already planning on either demoting you to a prince or even firing you before those three arrived." With a slam, Kyoko knew Sano had left.
The club owner looked at the documents before her. "Well, Takehiko, it seems like luck's on your side." She crumpled the check she had prepared earlier and smiled. "Now, regarding that woman…"

Sano walked briskly to the nearest clinic while cradling his broken left arm. "Damn that whore," he muttered under his breath, "It was wrong of me to have underestimated her. She's much smarter than I thought."
He rounded the corner and cursed loudly as a young man bumped into his aching extremity. "Would you watch where you're going, asshole!?"
"Geez, lighten up, man. I'm sorry, okay?" the teenager said before turning and going on his way.
"Still, not everything's lost," the former king mumbled, a smile gracing his face despite the pain shooting up his arm, "Once I get enough proof, that bitch will take me back and beg for my forgiveness."
The aquamarine-eyed man walked faster. He had a meeting with the men he hired later that afternoon. He neither wanted to be late nor meet them with a dangling arm.

"A restaurant owner, eh? Crafty," Kiba said as he and Sakura entered Gran's. The restaurant was a bit small, but was very clean. The food smelled terrific too. What was perhaps his favorite thing about it was that despite the numerous lustful eyes he felt on him and the kunoichi, nobody seemed intent on acting on their desires, probably secondary to Gran's policies, based on what Sakura had narrated to him earlier. The dog-nin's onyx gaze shot forward to the counter and were met immediately by calculating brown ones. At that exact moment, the hunky jōnin knew that the kunoichi had gotten it right. 'She's the old woman I saw in Lord Hisoka's estate that time I went there!'
The couple advanced and fell in line. While there, the medical-nin spoke, "Their braised beef is really good, Jin. As for drinks, I want to try that red iced tea of theirs. I'll go and find us some seats." The Inuzuka nodded and gave the brunette a light peck on the cheek before letting her stray off.
"Good afternoon, sir," the blushing counter girl said to the handsome brunet when it was finally his turn to order.
"I'll have two servings of braised beef—a medium-sized one and a large one."
"What about drinks, sir?"
"Red iced tea and lemonade, both bottomless," Kiba replied, "Oh, and an extra serving of rice too."
The pig-tailed girl on the counter shook her head. "Our rice bowls are refillable, sir," she said, motioning to a teenage boy going around and carrying an insulated pot of rice.
"Oh, okay," the raven-eyed man said, smiling. The girl nearly fainted. The Inuzuka pulled out his wallet and paid the total amount for his and Sakura's meals before grabbing the service number and a tray which contained their drinks. He gave the old woman behind the counter a brief questioning look, to which she responded with a miniscule hand gesture telling him to be seated. The well-built man did as was directed.
Upon sitting across the table from Sakura, the brown-haired jōnin immediately whispered to her, "She signalled me to take a seat. I think she'll be the one making the moves to establish contact."
The medical-nin just nodded and sipped from her red iced tea. "Mm, this is good," she said.
"Really? Can I try it?" the onyx-eyed man inquired. The brunette pushed her glass towards him and was about to take a sip when a young man approached him.
"Sir, ma'am, s-sharing is forbidden," the employee said, a bit apprehensive, considering Kiba looked strong enough to send him flying through the wall with a single punch. The handsome jōnin was about to respond when another person spoke on his behalf.
"Yoshiro, they both bought bottomless drinks, so forbidding them from sharing is pointless."
The gangly teenager croaked and scuttled away instantly. The brown-haired duo found themselves being served by none other than the establishment owner herself. "My apologies… He's quite new here, you see," she said politely as she placed the bowls in front of the hungry couple, "Mikoto, it took you longer to return than I anticipated." There was a hint of cynicism present in older woman's voice. "Anyway, enjoy your meal." Gran placed Sakura's paper napkin particularly close to the latter's hand and the older woman gave the sheet a pat. The two women exchanged knowing glances. With a quick bow, the gray-haired woman took her leave. The green-eyed kunoichi flipped the napkin and began to read swiftly.
My name is Sayuri. I have operated as a spy in the Land of Water for a total of thirty eight years and this is perhaps one of the most important missions I have encountered. Be wary, children, for I heard that Kumo is already on the move; perhaps Iwa as well. Kiri has provided Lord Hisoka with an ample amount of ninja to guard the scroll. By befriending the manor's gardener, I was able to move about and I have come to the conclusion that the scroll is not within the manor itself.
'Well I'll be damned,' Sakura thought, looking at the dog-nin across her, 'He guessed right.'
The scroll is being held in one of eight shrines scattered in the forest behind the manor, which exactly, I don't know. Luckily, each shrine is numbered accordingly; else, I would've had to search for notable landmarks, of which there are very few. The shrines' numbers aren't visible from the outside; they are painted on the ceiling. With a great deal of patience, I've managed to determine which one is which.
I am given to understand that the shrine holding the scroll is changed every day at six o'clock in the evening, and that they have an intricate communication system that would alert all the others once one is attacked, in which case the guardians of the one holding the scroll would destroy it. It will be up to you to figure out which shrine holds the scroll at a particular day. I have not finished the map just yet. Visit the dwelling attached to this establishment on Friday night at half past ten. Knock on the door twice, pause, then knock three more times. This will be our code. We will talk more and I will give you the map.
"Um, Gran!" the kunoichi hollered. Luckily, the woman wasn't too far away yet.
The brown-eyed lady returned the table. "Is there any problem with the food?" she inquired.
"Oh, it's terrific," tall jōnin said in between mouthfuls.
"Gran, I have a friend who works for Bistro magazine who would like to interview you," the medical-nin said, "Are you open to it?"
Sayuri arched a brow. "An interview, you say? I don't mind, but I don't like being disturbed during business hours."
"That's very gracious of you, Gran!" the brunette replied, "Is Thursday night okay for you, around half past ten? She doesn't mean to be uncouth, but it's the only time she'd be available since her boss is working her to death."
The older woman got the message immediately. She sighed as it would entail more effort on her part. "Thursday night it is, then," she said dryly. With another bow, she left.
In the meantime, the brown-haired hunk took the piece of napkin and read the contents. Once finished, he pocketed the sheet and smirked at the green-eyed beauty.
"Fine. You got it right," Sakura muttered under her breath, "Stop gloating and just eat."
"You were right. The braised beef is awesome."
In a table not too far away, Shinta stood up. "Thursday night," he mumbled under his breath. He left the restaurant. He got what he came for. Now, all he had to do was wait.

"Nothing suspicious at all?" Sano repeated.
"The guy just bought something from the market, then came back to the flat," a dark-haired man said to the bluish-green-eyed man.
"Very well, then. How about Jin and Mikoto?" the brunet asked, turning to the other man in the dark alley.
"I'm pretty sure they're up to something and it looks like the owner of Gran's is involved somehow," Shinta said, "They were pretty cryptic, but I think Mikoto and that old fart are going to meet Thursday night at half past ten at or near the restaurant to talk about whatever it is they're planning to do."
"Excellent work," Sano produced two bundles of cash and threw it at the two men. They counted the bills, smiled and turned to leave.
"Hey, don't forget your promise," Shinta said over his shoulder.
"Yes, a place in The Three Kings." The younger man grinned and left.
Sano smiled to himself. All he needed to do now was hire some men for tomorrow evening. He chuckled and started to leave the dark alley. From the corner of his eye he thought he saw something move from the shadowy end of the passageway. He whirled around and searched frantically for someone who might have eavesdropped on the conversation. He found nothing but a small rat. Shrugging, he went on his way. 'Must've been my imagination,' he thought.

Author's Notes: I apologize for the late update. I had some connection problems.
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