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My Yakuza Baby
By : DevilnBlue
Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Hello guys, this is Simply Hopeless a.k.a Asssassins’ Kiss here with a new chapter for you guys. I’m really sorry it has taken me so long to update but writer’s block was kicking my ass. Like seriously, for like two or so months I’ve had half this story finished but couldn’t figure out how to tie it all together. But I’ve been working on this diligently through my spring break and I would love it if you guys tell me what you like about the story. NaruGaa is like my second favorite pairing. NaruIta is the first and NaruKaka is third but both ultra rare to find and NaruSasu fourth but what I usually right in the Naruto genre =/. I hope you guys enjoy, review and please read the A/N at the bottom. Thanks! XP.
My Yakuza Baby
Before the sun-baked teen, Kid�maru, could mutter a curse and steady his self, the blonde smacked the guy with the upswing of his backpack. His nose wrinkled in disgust as he heard the distinctive tear of one of his backpack straps. But that didn’t stop him from placing his sneakered black and orange Converse foot against the dazed man’s chest and kicking him into a colorful display of Hello Kitty cell phone straps.
“You should have stayed down, dipshit,” Naruto snorted. He swung his backpack over his shoulder and fingered the place where his straps met the canvas cloth of his backpack. He couldn’t use his bag again as a weapon because another swing like that might spill out the precious contents of his bag and he wasn’t going to have that. The contents inside included: a PS2 game system with accompanying games, a vintage stack of 70s PlayBoy magazines he had stolen from his lecherous grandfather; and eight cups of emergency ramen. They were ‘Uzumaki Essentials’ that he practically carried with him everywhere when he was unsure of where he’d end up, especially seeing as his family fucking abandoned him.
‘Why force me to come over hundreds of miles from what I know, only to fucking forget me?’ He thought for the umpteenth time before shaking his head with a begrudging smile. He didn’t need that kind of distraction weighing him down when he was about to throw down on the wall of flab that was starting to walk menacingly towards him. Neither, he now realized, did he need the weight of his backpack getting in the way and possibly tearing completely open.
“Hold these.” He ordered off-handedly, blindly handing the backpack backwards to the sick redhead. He knew he needed speed on his side because sheer muscle wouldn’t cut it. So he tossed the redhead a careless smile of thanks and apology over his shoulder before he began to bounce on the soles of his Converse feet.
Left… Right… Left… Right…
He shook his arms and hands, revving himself up before he drew his closed fists up to his face, keeping his guard up and his mind focus on his goal. ‘Knock down Humpty Dumpty then get the fuck out.’
He honestly didn’t want to culminate a weird ass night with a stay in jail so he had to wrap things up quickly before the police showed up. Besides he had a patient to attend to after this and he’d be worth shit if he had to turn around and ask for help after forcing the prideful little redhead to accept help from him in the first place. So slowly he closed the distance between him and his opponent. His piercing blue eyes watched wide load’s every movement as he tried to figure out how the fuck he was going to wrap this up.
His body instinctively spun to the side, expertly dodging a meaty fist careening towards his head. Naruto let out a string of colorful and somewhat imaginative curse words that had even the redhead raising his non-existent eyebrows; a few bags of Funions exploded open upon impact of the meaty fist colliding with it instead of the blonde’s skull. The blonde nearly paled at the huge dent in the metal shelf knowing that could have been.
“Well shit, if you wanted to dance with me then all you had to do was ask,” Naruto said with all the bravado he did not have. He didn’t know they grew them big and mean in Konoha, Japan; but he’d be damned if the fear that had iced his veins seconds ago wasn’t burning into excitement now.
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Gaara snorted at the blonde idiot who handed him his heavy backpack before charging forward to face off with Jir�b� like he was going to be the next Rocky Balboa. He crinkled non-existent brows in a frown as he hoisted up the heavy backpack to rest at his side on the counter before he reluctantly turned his sea foam eyes from his would-be blonde savior in order to address the problem behind the counter. Even sick and feverish as the redhead was, he wouldn’t be much of a born and bred yakuza member if he didn’t notice the anxious convenient store clerk trying to subtly hit the silent alarm.
The sleep deprived guy was so shaky and shifty behind him that if the blonde boy-wonder over there wasn’t playing hero and inventing very creative curse words that made even his eyes widen slightly in alarm, then even he would have noticed something was up. Understandably if Gaara was an ordinary civilian, instead of a yakuza heir, he might have been pressuring the tired cashier to jab the silent alarm quickly. Or better yet, try to find a way to escape this hellhole. But he wasn’t ordinary, thank Kami, and they couldn’t have the local authorities aware of the dilemma unfolding before the cashier’s eyes. That would be no fun. So he did the only thing that any yakuza member would rationally do in this type of situation, threaten.
“Press it and die.” Gaara snarled out in his stuffy voice, his threat short and sweet. He quickly dabbed at his dribbling, cherry red nose with the crumpled up tissue; his other hand produced a deer knife that had been hidden somewhere on his person. Within a flash he was leaning over the counter with his tissue hand gripping the cashier’s shirt front and the other hand pressing the knife against the startled cashier’s jugular.
He might look ridiculous with his watery eyes and his runny nose that forced him to sniff every few seconds or risk having mucus running freely down. But his killing intent was clear and it wouldn’t take much to break the skin, ending the clerk’s life. He knew it and the cowering simpleton knew it as he pressed the knife teasingly closer. His feverish, sea foam eyes watched for a moment in fascination as the knife seemed to jump slightly with each pounding throb of the jugular vein he threatened to slice wide open.
“I… I won’t. Se… See,” stumbled out the cashier, carefully raising his hands. It was just his luck that Daisuke had called in sick earlier that night, sticking him with covering the night shift too. If life wasn’t so unfair he would be safe at home with his dick in one hand and a dirty magazine in the other. Not stuck smack dab in the middle of a brawl; a knife pressed against his throat by a guy, who seemed on the verge of sneezing in his face and accidentally cutting him wide open.
“Good, now where are the cameras? And don’t give me that bullshit about this convenient store not having any. I’ve been in a foul mood all day and I’ve been itching to see someone bleed. You dig? Or should I?” He questioned in his stuffy voice, digging his blade into the hostage’s skin for emphasis.
His non-existent eyebrows wrinkled together when he realized how fucking ridiculous he sounded with such a stuffy voice. Gaara hated getting sick because that meant his subordinates falling all over themselves trying to pamper him like some helpless invalid with a time bomb strapped to him. Anyone would have a short-fuse when they felt as lousy and clogged up as the redhead did. That’s not to say that he wasn’t usually prickly and a tad violent; it just intensified his already bad vices. What with his personal doctor coming in every hour on the hour to prod and poke his sweating, fevered flesh; and his older brother Kankuro simpering in the corner with his puppets, ready to hop up and fetch something like a lowly gopher to a yakuza heir, instead of acting like an older brother who gave a shit. But that didn’t matter. He already knew no one really cared about him, just his status. He didn’t need anyone anyway.
‘And now this…’ He thought in frustration, sighing. He was the ‘Red Terror of Konoha’ and yet he was forced to escape his home like some kind of common runaway so that he could breath both figuratively and literally. The only things preventing him from finding sanctuary in his usual hideaway was the desperate need for medicine, boy blunder over there trying to fight for his honor, and this idiot clerk that looked seconds away from pissing himself. So when the teenaged employee pointed meekly to the two slightly hidden cameras, Gaara took it as a sign to let loose despite of his sickly restrictions.
“Good, now stand over there in the corner like a good little boy while the grownups have their discussion,” ordered the obvious teen with all the authority that came of his station. Green eyes watched the employee hesitate at the sudden release of pressure on his jugular by the knife before nodding his head dumbly and moving to sit in a corner that was visible enough to the redhead’s peripheral. As soon as that was done Gaara carefully looked around for something to throw at the cameras to disable them before he saw a jar of large jawbreakers that might do the trick. So leaning further on his side he grabbed them, popped open the case and with an expert throwing arm, born of his intense training, he lobbed the first huge ball of candy right through the lens of the camera before doing the same to the other. Satisfied, he straightened up, pivoted on his ass so he could face the other side of counter before he hopped off, prepared to tie up the clerk.
“Now let’s tie you up while you tell me where you keep the security tapes,” Gaara said nasally. The redhead only paused in his menacing steps towards the clerk when he spotted a roll of electrical tape that was under the clerk’s counter. His eyes lit in feverish glee as soon as his nails dug out the end piece and he yanked out a huge strip of stick grey adhesive with a loud RRRRIIIPPPPP.
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Naruto knew nothing about the finer points of karate or any other martial arts. As a matter of fact, what he knew was a white boy’s smattering of karate that was taken from too many days playing classic fighting videogames like Street Fighter and Mortal Kombat, watching tons of badly dubbed Kung Fu movies, owning the entire Karate Kid franchise of DVDs, and attending one week’s worth of Mr. Kim’s YMCA Karate classes. Naruto quit those karate classes, however, soon after he realized the classes didn’t involve flying spinning kicks or learning how to karate chop someone in their throat. That however didn’t mean he didn’t know the finer points of whopping someone’s ass.
He had to. Not because it was a guy thing to do or was remotely fun, though in some ways it was. It was because sometimes you had to shove your hand down a bastard’s throat to stop them from calling you a ‘fake-ass chink’ when he was actually Japanese and not Chinese. A Japanese boy, who didn’t look Japanese at all, not even when he looked like the Asian version of whatever the fuck ethnicities made up his white American father. He straddled two ethnicities and yet he never felt like he belonged to either. But he managed to carve out a niche for himself among a ragtag group of friends that had barely anything in common except their instinctive attraction to Naruto’s natural charisma and positive spin on things.
It had already been over a day since he last saw any of his group, but he already missed Shikamaru’s lazy ass, Chouji’s white boy, fat ass, Ino’s gold-digging ass, and of course he couldn’t forget his ‘brother from another mother’ best friend, Leroy ‘Killer Bee’ Jones’s black ass. No one could forget him even if they wanted to because the asshole beatboxed an intro for himself every time he met someone. No matter if it was a close friend or an enemy he was fighting, he’d let everyone know who the hell Killer Bee was even as he made hamburger meat of their face.
If any of Naruto’s crew were in the same area as him and not halfway across the fucking ocean, then all he had to do was hit them up on his cell and they all knew what was going down. Even Ino knew how to throw down when it came to defending her friends. She’d get all Uma Thurman on their asses with a lead pipe if anyone threatened any of her ‘personal-male-harem.’ This was funny because none of her guy friends had enough money to meet her rich ass standards. But he’d have to forget his road trip down memory lane for right now because the fucking wall of lard that was Jir�b�, wasn’t giving him much time to focus on anything else.
“Hey, look here you Jabba the Hut-looking Motherfucker, can’t we just talk things out?” Naruto managed to say jokingly before he dodged yet another meaty fist. Any blows that he landed on Jir�b� were quickly absorbed like he was punching at a wall of Jell-O and it was more than a little frustrating. He was laying out his best moves to impress the redhead, although when he had quickly glanced back at the sick teen from time to time, he noticed the cute redhead was otherwise occupied.
The blonde knew that the only hope he had on defeating this guy, before tiring himself out, laid in getting behind the fat guy. If he gave one good kick to the small of the back that had the least flab or kicked him in the back of the knees he knew the big oaf would fold like a house of cards. But it was obvious that Jir�b� wasn’t having any of that as he lunged for him yet again, his meaty arms hoping to crush him towards his body in a sweaty embrace.
They were at a virtual stalemate because Naruto was too quick to be hit or caught and Jir�b� was just too damn fat to receive any affective damage. The only thing that was receiving a real beating was the environment they were fighting in as Naruto feigned to the left before he took off to the right down the aisles. He managed to slide open the freezer door and rip open one of the ice bags in order to scatter the ice behind him. He knew the way that Jir�b� was charging after him that he had too much momentum behind him to stop his self from the icy collision with the freezer and everything in between it.
“Fuck yeah! That’s how we do it in Cali!” cried out Naruto at the final collision. Unable to help himself he started doing the Dougie before he heard someone clearing their throat impatiently, making the blonde stop. “Ahah, sorry about that. Got a little bit excited, but now that everything’s taken care of cutie, let me get the rest of your things and we’ll be off,” he murmured chivalrously as he jogged up a cleared aisle.
“Don’t call me that,” grumbled Gaara as soon as the flushed blonde trotted up to him, eyes still bright with the glow of victory. He brushed off the big hand offered to help him down, choosing to hop down himself and walk around the big oaf to grab his own supplies.
“What? Cutie?” Naruto asked bemused, turning and following behind the icy redhead as if he hadn’t just been snubbed despite fighting for Gaara’s honor. He came to a sudden halt when his response was a smoldering glare and the reflexive clenching of Gaara’s hand around the handle of his knife. Blue eyes eyed the way slim, pale fingers toyed with the deadly edge before he continued on as if visible threat wasn’t there.“But you are kind of cute, for a boy that is. Even with your nose running like that. Kind of makes me wonder what you’ll look like when you don’t look so stuffed up.” He mused aloud even as he thoughtfully decided to sit up one of the displays he or lard ass probably knocked over in their tussle.
“You’re a world class idiot,” grumbled Gaara, dabbing at his dribbling nose. He then tossed two or three packages of cough/fever medicine into a small shopping bag he filched before picking his way through the debris in his aisle. “Don’t you dare think that just because you complimented me and helped me a little that I trust you. Because I don’t,” Gaara said bluntly, turning his head to jab a finger to the chest of the teen that was still was following him closely like a lost puppy. He was never one to censor his mouth or his fists for that matter and he wasn’t going to do so now because he was saved from getting his own hands dirtied.
“Well I didn’t say you have to trust this world class idiot, now did I?” Naruto said with a crooked smile, holding onto the finger before he could jab or pull away. Then before the redhead could say anything wapishly, he quickly swept the befuddled teen into his arms. “Just let me save you,” he rumbled, with a foxy grin. Quickly, before the redhead could react beyond the subtle flush of ears and cheeks, Naruto moved swiftly back up the aisle. One-handedly he eased his backpack onto his shoulder and collected his own purchases along with the one filched from Gaara, barely sparing glancing at the two unconscious and one tied up occupants left in the store.
He quickly shoved his NYC all black baseball cap onto the redhead’s tussled hair, the brim covering those smoldering jade pools before he threw his burnt orange hoodie further over his head to help shadow his face. He had no doubt there might be a camera outside of the store or somewhere close on the neighboring building as soon as he carried the redhead through the door. So he hunched a little so that he wasn’t quite 6’0 and also protect the precious cargo that was still staring at him in suspicious wonderment.
“It’d be easier if I could just kill you,” Gaara muttered to himself as soon as they had cleared the well lit parking lot. The soft crunch of broken glass under the blonde’s feet from the shattered entryway long since cleared as they sought shelter in a dark alley a block or so away. It was clear that the bumbling blonde most not have heard his obvious threat because why would he have left out a sudden chuckle that could be felt through the thick fabric of Naruto’s orange hoodie and against the ear pressed to his chest? The red head wanted to carve out that cocky smile above him with a rusty spoon because how else would he explain the color that suddenly flooded his cheeks at how good-natured that laugh seemed.
“I heard every word you said. But you won’t scare me away that easily. You should just accept my kindness or else I’ll have to devour you.” Naruto murmured his threat silkily into Gaara’s ear, even as he sat the redhead on the lip of a packing create. Then while still bent over he gave the red head’s ear a playful nip. “Tasty.”
“Stay back, stay back,” the red head cried out almost in a panic. Gaara violently pushed the blonde backwards in order to regain his personal space and sense of self. His trembling fingers clutched his ear even as he stared in bewilderment at the amused look on the blonde American’s face. His cheeks felt hot and his ears had probably already pinked up, just like his runny nose, from the playful nibble. And then a sudden idea came to Gaara, freezing him up as if he had been struck. ‘Was this guy seriously flirting with me?’ thought the yakuza heir, trying to grabble around the implausible. No one had been that ballsy or that utterly stupid to try and flirt with the waspish Gaara if it wasn’t to gain something. But what? Surely this idiot didn’t know who he was or the kind of fire he was playing with?
He shook his head vehemently ‘no’ at the very thought, so caught up was he in denial that Gaara didn’t notice that the smiling idiot dared to approach him again. Even when he did and threw him best glare that had reduced more than a few to wet themselves on the spot, the blonde imbecile’s smile never wavered as he took another step.
“Why’d you save me? We don’t even know each other,” Gaara pressed tonelessly, unable to wrap his mind around such charity. He didn’t like how close the blonde wanted to be to him even after they had reached a place far enough away from the store to part ways. Besides the brief warmth he felt in battle with his enemies or the soft prodding of his family physician he hadn’t remembered being so close to somebody that he could feel the body heat of someone else brushing against his own cool skin.
“Would you rather have me just let those two guys drag you off and do whatever the fuck came into their head?” Naruto growled out loud enough to make the redhead visibly flinch. Now he was pissed. He didn’t expect the redhead to trust him. This sure as hell wasn’t Mayberry. But he would be damned if he’d be questioned for helping someone in need, stranger or not, when it was clear it was needed. When he didn’t get a response after a minute or two he sighed out in frustration, grabbed his backpack that had fallen when Gaara had pushed him. He made sure to handle the bag carefully so it wouldn’t rip further then it had already before he prepared to leave with his things and no goodbyes. But he was forced to stop before he could take two steps away by a small, pale hand on his sleeve.
“Honestly? I… I don’t know…” Gaara trailed off in his bewilderment. How was he to function properly when kindness was as foreign to him as sushi may be to this blonde. He wasn’t the type that just accepted things as they were. He grew up in a world where every action had reasoning behind it and so something done not out of fear or obligation was both perplexing and refreshing. “I… thank you I guess. But I’m not used to people volunteering to help me without it benefiting them in some way,” he said sullenly, non-existing eyebrows wrinkling together. His flaming red hair was still covered mostly by the all black Yankee ball cap that Naruto had forgotten to grab before his impromptu departure.
“Hey look…” Naruto began cautiously after the confession and the silence that stretched out awkwardly like a fat drunkard. “You know, the way you handled that cashier I knew suddenly you could have probably handled your own even as sick as you are.” He turned within the restriction of Gaara’s hold and looked down at the small redhead, who seemed almost childish with the black baseball that was almost too big and his hand still firmly holding his sleeve. “You’re sure as hell not weak. Sort of makes me want to see how you are when you’re all healthy and stuff. But shit, don’t you… don’t you feel it lonely sometimes relying on just yourself? It’s nice having some comrades ready to throw down with you at a moment’s notice. I know my friends back in America would,” Naruto said with the warmth fused with pride for his friends.
“Then why did you come here?” Gaara said sullenly, looking accusingly at Naruto from the brim of his hat. ‘Why did you come into my world?’
“Hell if I know. Something about reconnecting with my family, I guess. But if they were really my family they would have been there to pick me up, right? That’s why I don’t depend on blood to determine who family is or not. Family is whoever you feel comfortable with. They are your precious people, don’t you think?” Naruto explained amiably even as he gently tilted the pointed chin of Gaara’s up so he could see that pretty face.
He honestly didn’t like the redhead so unsure of himself. It was clear this guy was in need of a friend or at least a hug and so without preamble that was what he did. He drew that small frame into his large embrace, snotty nose and all, and hugged him as if hugging a lost friend. Maybe they could be friends if the redhead didn’t try to kill him for being too presumptuous.
Gaara stiffened within the embrace. His non-existent eyebrows rising over his smooth brow as he stared in wide-eyed wonder at the wall of orange fabric that now blocked his view. Again, he would like to reiterate the fact that he was not used to so much physical contact. He honestly couldn’t remember the last time someone had hugged him. Had hugged him and expected nothing back from him in return except maybe a return of said hug.
Gaara was unsure of how to proceed at first when he realized the blonde idiot had yet to release him from his bear hug. He would later blame this on his fever; but Gaara was suddenly licking his dry lips and hesitantly wrapped his thin arms around as much as the blond as he could. Small hands, that were not pinned down from the embrace, grabbed fistfuls of the cotton fabric of Naruto’s hoodie and held tightly as if he was desperately holding onto an overlarge teddy bear that was threatened to be taken away. He rested his forehead against Naruto’s broad shoulder and closed his feverish eyes with a sigh of finality that beckoned unconsciousness to claim him.
So this was a hug?
It feels so warm…
So safe.
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My Yakuza Baby	By : DevilnBlue Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4238 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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My Yakuza Baby