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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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"Fuck, I put too much spin into that one," Kai sighed while rubbing the back of his neck as the four ball missed the corner pocket.
The meal at Tselementes's was pleasant enough despite all the giggling the handsome duo constantly heard in the background. Kai had melitzanosalata and moussaka, during which the brunet only had a gyro. The former was about to comment on the latter's apparent lack of appetite but was cut off when an order of soutzoukakia smyrneika, païdakia and a couple of rice pilafs arrived. They talked about random matters, the shinobi making sure not to rush with the cross-examination and look suspiciously aggressive. After the meal, they decided to play some pool at a bar not too far away from The Three Kings.
"You didn't exactly give me an easy shot, you know?" Kiba muttered while considering his options. After some internal deliberation, he decided on a safety which he executed perfectly. He pumped his fist.
"Ugh, you fucking asshole," the blue-eyed king cursed which only seemed to boost the other man's delight. The eight ball was now situated in between the cue ball and the four ball. The eight ball was kissing the cue ball and all three balls were against the cushion. His only option was to use either a four-cushion shot or massé. He briefly considered the latter but recalling how his last failed shot involved applying spin, he decided on the other option. He did the shot and sighed as it resulted in a scratch.
The Inuzuka hooted. "Ball-in-hand for me, then," he teased, placing the cue ball in an ideal position and pocketing the four ball with ease. With how the table looked, it appeared that the rack would be his.
"Are you just good at everything?" the ebony-haired hunk asked with a bit of irritation as his opponent performed a carom shot with the six and nine balls, effectively ending the match early. He took the rack from under the pool table and began arranging the balls for the next match.
"Nope. Can't sing for beans," the Platinum King responded in a somewhat muffled voice as he bit into a kourabies. He and his companion had bought a bag from Tselemenetes's for dessert, "Just got lucky."
"Right."
One of the dog-nin's brows arched. "You're one to point fingers. You're not bad at pool yourself," he commented, "You can cook very well too, and from what I heard from Mikoto, you can reduce me into a pile of broken bones in a matter of seconds."
"Oh, I doubt that, Jin," Kai responded with a sheepish grin, "I heard you took down one of the strongest bouncers without so much as a wrinkle on your shirt."
The hunky jōnin shouldered his cue stick. "Whoever you heard the story from, he or she was exaggerating. Besides, there was just one of him. I heard you took on five punks at once. That's pretty impressive. Where did you learn to fight like that?" he asked, feigning ignorance in the topic, "Mikoto said she was very… impressed with what she saw." He deliberately added a hint of jealousy at that last statement.
"O-oh! R-really?" the azure-eyed stud muttered, blushing faintly.
Kiba allowed himself a ghost of a smile as he got the reaction he wanted. Asking for the same data while emotionally destabilizing the target was one of the best methods to produce inaccuracies in the retelling of the story, leading to increased suspicion of a fabrication and downright exposure in some cases.
"Well, without going into details, let's just say I got mixed up with the wrong people and had to do… 'favors' for them," the raven-haired man explained, pulling his companion from his thoughts.
"Favors? Why?" the Inuzuka prodded further.
"I owe them quite a bit of money. You know… loan sharks."
"I see. You've had a rough time, huh?" the ninja murmured. He decided not to ask further. Asking for one's entire background hardly counted as normal chitchat.
"How about you?" Kai asked, "How did you learn to fight like that?"
The dog-nin chuckled. He leaned against the table and knotted his brows in fake recollection. "Well, I was a troublemaker even way back," he explained as lies rolled off fluidly from his trained tongue, "I used to get beaten up a lot by the older boys so my dad enrolled me in martial arts classes. Actually, he didn't approve of my behavior, but he didn't want me to look like a weakling either 'cause it would've tarnished his own image. He was a security guard, you see, and he didn't want a sissy for a son."
"That's a little… twisted," the Silver King commented, looking a bit baffled at the logic. He lifted the rack, having arranged the balls already. The nine balls now formed a diamond closer to one end of the table. He returned the triangular apparatus back from where he took it. He threw the cue ball at the onyx-eyed man, who caught it with ease, then took a step back.
"Tell me about it," the brunet muttered as he took position to do the break. He looked at the cluster of colored balls through his brow. With a powerful strike with his cue, he sent the white ball hurtling towards its multicolored siblings.
The nine ball fell into a side pocket.
The blue-eyed stud threw his hands in the air. He tossed his cue stick onto the table amidst the still-moving billiard balls, then went over to the bag of cookies and popped a whole one into his mouth.
Kiba had to laugh at the look of exasperation on his opponent's face.
"Nice shot," a sultry female voice echoed.
Both men searched for the source of the sound and found a small group of scantily clad young women a couple of tables away.
"You guys have some pretty impressive… cue sticks," a busty brunette said while blatantly looking at the hunky pair's crotches, her familiar voice identifying her as the one who made the earlier comment, "I'd love to… handle them some time." She stroked her own cue suggestively, rubbing the polished wood up and down. She even licked it a couple of times. The rest of the group giggled at the obvious double entendre.
Suddenly, a large, red-faced man from yet another table grabbed the woman by the wrist, causing her to drop the wooden item. She gasped in pain. "Whatcha think you're doin'?" he asked with a slight slur, indicating he was already drunk despite the time of day.
"Bug off, Hideki!" the brown-haired girl exclaimed. The hand around her wrist tightened further, causing her to yelp.
The man named Hideki eyed the kings with contempt. "I've been wooing you for the past three months and all you've given me is a handjob, and you didn't even finish it! You've only seen those two pansies today and you're seconds away from offering them your cunt!"
The woman scowled. "Who I offer my cunt to is none of your business, pig! It's not like we're married or anything!" she screeched, obviously too stupid to realize her situation. She was quickly reminded of it when a powerful blow landed on her cheek, causing her to fall to the ground.
The rotund man prepared to deliver a second blow. The brunette screamed as she saw the man ready his fist and raised her arms to cover her face. The blow didn't come, though. Instead, she heard the man bellow in pain. She dared a peek and saw him jumping in place while grasping his wrist. A black billiard ball dropped to the floor and rolled a few inches before stopping.
"No need to be rough with the lady," Kiba muttered as he reached for another billiard ball. They were small, but they packed quite a wallop when thrown. He was quite certain that the red-faced man's ulna had been fractured. Out of the corner of his eye he saw several men from a couple of tables move towards him cautiously. The others backed away, unease apparent in their eyes. It didn't take a genius to understand what was about to happen. He saw his black-haired companion raise his fists. 'Looks like I'll be seeing Kai's hand-to-hand combat skills first-hand,' he thought with a smirk.

"Thanks a lot," Kiba said to the three kunoichi in the small clinic before stepping out of the room and closing the door behind him. He moved his right shoulder and winced slightly. 'I'll have to show this to Sakura later,' he thought. He wasn't sure whether the medical-nin simply weren't able to focus because he and Kai had stripped down to their underwear while getting treated or if the three were just plain incompetent. He walked down the corridor, ignoring the appreciative stares coming his way, rounded a corner and began to descend a flight of stairs.
Despite the dog-nin lowering his combat skills as much as he could, the scuffle in the bar still lasted less than three minutes. This was because of a couple of things. First, Hideki's "friends" had laughable combat skills. Truth be told, he was probably a far better fighter even during his pre-genin days. Second, most of the men were already inebriated, further decreasing their fighting capabilities by adding the element of pancerebellar ataxia.
Kai's fighting skills were exactly as Sakura described—quite good, but nothing approaching the taijutsu skills of an average ninja. The brunet was, then, convinced that the raven-haired king was one of two things: a completely innocent person who really had no personal agenda, or a very skilled shinobi or samurai. During the fight, the Inuzuka had noted lapses in the azure-eyed man's combat form that did not look like intentional sloppiness. Such a feat was only possible for either self-taught warriors, the class that Kai had included himself in, or warriors of such great skill that possess complete mastery of their movements. The jōnin fervently hoped it was truly the former.
"Hey."
The dark-eyed stud looked up to see the man he had been mulling over waiting for him near the exit. He walked across the small foyer and joined his companion. They exited the building and began the short trek back to The Three Kings.
"I could've paid for—" Kai began but was immediately cut off when the Inuzuka raised a hand.
"I already told you, I'll be the one paying all the bills during this little trip of ours," Kiba said, "Besides, I was the one who started the fight. You just got dragged in because you were with me." He rubbed the back of his neck and grinned apologetically, "Sorry 'bout that, by the way."
The Silver King waved a hand. "Don't worry about it. I would've jumped in anyway. You just beat me to it." He pocketed his hands and appeared somewhat reflective. "I'm worried about whether Kyoko-san will get angry, though," he confessed, "I really need this job. I won't be able to pay my debts if Kyoko-san gets pissed off and lets me go."
The dog-nin felt a tiny pang of guilt in his chest. He clapped his hand over his fellow entertainer's shoulder. "Don't worry about it," he reassured the man beside him, "So what if she finds out? It's not as if the bar owner's pressing charges or asking for damages. Hell, the guy even thanked us for beating the living daylights out of that bunch of troublemakers. Kyoko-san's made it pretty clear that we can do whatever we want as long as it doesn't affect our looks and how good we fuck, 'cause those are our merchandise, so to speak." He smiled and jabbed lightly at the man's arm. "So lighten up."
The raven-haired man's expression became less somber after the brown-haired jōnin's words. "I suppose you're right. I must seem like a fucking worrywart."
"And if she does get mad, I'll take the blame, as I should," the Inuzuka added.
Kai smiled and muttered his thanks. He looked up front and noted that they had arrived. He was so engaged in the conversation that he didn't notice that they had already traversed the few blocks that separated the clinic from The Three Kings.
Upon entering, the brunet immediately spotted Kyoko at the bar. She really was hard to miss because she always wore clothes of the most brilliant shades of crimson. His brows furrowed as he noted who she was talking to. 'Eiji-san?' he mentally asked. He looked at his watch. 'Isn't he a little too early for work?'
"Kyoko-san! Eiji-san!" the azure-eyed hunk called out to the couple, causing the two to snap their heads towards him. They waved at the two kings briefly. The club owner, then, pulled on the broad-shouldered bartender's hand. Wordlessly, he followed her upstairs, no doubt to continue their conversation somewhere more private.
"What was that all about?" the tall shinobi said to no one in particular.
The ebony-haired king shrugged. "Beats me," he muttered, "Maybe one of the junior bartenders has been slacking off and they're gonna fire him."
"I bet it's a booty call," Kiba suggested with a lecherous grin.
It was Kai's turn to look at his watch. "At this hour? Isn't it a little too early for that?"
The ninja snorted. "Oh please, you've been with her before. You know how she can be, right?"
"Uh, right…"
"Anyway, you really don't want to go look at some gadgets? It's just a little past three."
"Thanks for the offer, but I really just wanna take a nap right now. Those ninja might've healed our injuries, but no technique of theirs can take away tiredness. And I just went to Game On and all the other shops in the area a couple of days ago. They've got nothing new," the blue-eyed hunk told his fellow entertainer.
"Well, if you say so," the Inuzuka said, "Let's head upstairs, then." The handsome pair passed by the "corridor of princes" and started ascending to their dwelling above. Upon reaching the first landing, the brown-haired jōnin broke the momentary silence. "By the way," he muttered, "you like her don't you?"
The blue-eyed man froze. He turned around slowly. The brunet was just a couple of steps behind him, his face difficult to read. "What?"
"You like Mikoto don't you?" the well-built shinobi clarified. His onyx orbs watched his companion intently, as if daring him to lie.
Kai remained silent for about a minute or so, mentally deliberating how to respond. He had not expected the taller man to ask him about this matter so directly, and so casually at that. Was Jin the kind of guy who didn't mind others lusting after his girl, or was he the jealous type who'd go around pummeling every single man who looked at Mikoto the wrong way? Based on his interactions with the brown-haired man, he seemed quite open-minded; however, he shouldn't forget about what happened to that bouncer who had tried making moves on the emerald-eyed goddess.
The Silver King suddenly felt a wave of shame wash over him. 'And I even said that I loved her right to her face,' he thought with a wry smile. How could he be worthy of her when he couldn't even openly and proudly declare his feelings for her? 'I might not have a shot at being with her, but I could at least show her that I'm serious about what I feel,' he thought.
With renewed resolve, the raven-haired stud squared his shoulders. "Yes, Jin," he answered honestly, "I do like her."
The hung jōnin's eyes narrowed slightly.
Kai braced himself for whatever might come his way. What happened wasn't exactly what he was expecting.
The Platinum King smiled broadly.
"I see," Kiba said. He went ahead of the azure-eyed hunk, clapping him on one shoulder as he went past. He ascended a few more steps before noticing that his companion hadn't budged. "Hey, are you planning on staring blankly there until show time arrives?" he joked.
"I, uh, no. I'm just…" the black-haired man trailed.
"Let me guess—confused?" the dog-nin finished.
"Well, yeah," Kai admitted, brows knotted, "I was expecting a punch to the gut or a kick to the balls, or at the very least, a threat."
The Inuzuka laughed heartily. "Relax," he said, "I'm not that kind of guy. Mikoto's a gorgeous chick. If you had said that you didn't feel even the least bit attracted to her, I would've declared you to be gay right then and there."
Noting the look of bewilderment still present on the other man's face, the hunky jōnin sighed and walked back down until he was standing on the same step as his companion. "Listen, if I punched every single person who found my girl attractive, I'd probably be up to here with assault charges," he said, motioning to his neck. "A bunch of guys and girls who swing that way will lust after her. That's something I've grown to accept, just as she has accepted that many girls and guys who swing that way would throw themselves at me." He placed his right hand on the azure-eyed king's left shoulder. "Just 'cause you're attracted to her, it doesn't mean we can't get along. Think of it as one more thing we agree on. There's someone back home who was head-over-heels in-love with Mikoto for years before moving on and yet he remains to be one of my best buddies. I hope the same thing happens this time too."
The black-haired stud's stood silent for a while before a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Wow," he muttered, "You really are a curious fellow, huh? Here I was expecting to get beaten up within an inch of my life and what I get is a formal invitation for friendship?"
"What can I say? I'm a weird guy," the taller man replied with a shrug. He began for the stairs again, his right hand just beginning to slide off the Silver King's shoulder, when he whipped back, as if suddenly remembering something. He turned the other man slightly so that they were perfectly face-to-face and placed his free hand on the other shoulder. "Oh, by the way, you can hang out with Mikoto. I'm not one who goes around 'marking my territory,' so to speak. Go ahead and flirt with her if you feel like it. You can do anything with her as long as she allows it."
The suggestive tone of that last statement made Kai's mind whirl with possibilities.
"However…"
The blue-eyed performer was quickly hauled back to reality by the intense look in the brunet's eyes. He wasn't one to cower. He was physically imposing himself, after all, but the aura the man was projecting now was making it hard not to. The Platinum King was only an inch taller, but something made the man much larger and much more… fearsome.
"If you ever take advantage of her or do anything to hurt her, I will make you regret it."
The ebony-haired hunk swallowed hard. The ferocity in the man's onyx eyes was unlike anything he had ever seen. He attempted to look unaffected, but failed miserably as he stuttered somewhat. "O-of course," he said, "I'd never do anything to hurt Mikoto."
The stare lasted for a few more seconds before it evaporated and got replaced by an honest, jovial expression. "Good, then," the jōnin said. He clapped both shoulders one last time before resuming his ascent. This time, his friend followed. "Oh, and about me not marking my territory," Kiba said, not stopping this time, "It's because I've never had to."
Kai had to smirk at the man's confidence. "Kami, you're one cocky bastard, aren't you?" he commented.
"Tell me something I don't know," the Inuzuka gibed.
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