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By : Sessakag
Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Hinata
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Chapter Three
Lay Low
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༒༻𝕹𝖆𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖔༺༒

April 1, 2000

They were waiting for him when he got to school.
His case worker and two on campus security guards he recognized, Danzo’s two favorite clowns.
Naruto clicked his teeth,“fuck.”
Probably too late to haul ass.
Dark eyes shifted, spotting him amongst the crowd, spearing him with the old, ‘if you run, you’re gonna regret it, kid’ look.
Definitely too late.
“Told you not to cut class,” Sasuke muttered beside him.
The boys slowed, Sasuke moving slightly ahead, blocking the blonde’s right hand as they walked forward.
“You, Principal Cripple, that bitch Iruka, you’re all like the diarrhea mouth mothers I never wanted. I dip out for a reason, ya know. I’m doing everybody a favor,” he complained, reaching into his pocket, “know what happens when I don’t take a few days off and chill, when I show up to class every goddamn day? I get pissed off and flip the fuck out. You motherfuckers want me in a desk, I show up, shit goes south and suddenly I’m the bad guy, I’m the one that’s got a fuckin problem,” he grunted, tugging a small bag of Addy from his jeans and slipping it stealthy to Sasuke, “there’s six in there, half and half.”
“You want me to save you three for however long your ass is gonna be on probation?” Sasuke clarified, pocketing the bag, “just get more when you don’t have Jiraiya up your asshole.”
“Those are different. Took ‘em off Itachi,” he confessed quietly, lips stretched in a conspiratorial grin, “they’re special, ‘ttebayo.”
“Dumbass,” Sasuke hissed, “does this look like a safe place to talk about that?”
Nobody was paying them any attention, still, douche had a point. There were cops on the premises, and Itachi’s ‘brutal slaying’ had already made the news. That was the last name that needed to come out of either of their mouths.
“My bad.”
“Think he’s gonna take you back to detention?”
Naruto glanced at the tall, white-haired man standing at the top of the school entrance steps. His warted nose wasn’t scrunched but his lips were thinned, his arms were crossed but that little line in his forehead wasn’t all that deep in his skin.
He looked annoyed to be here but not irate.
If Jiraiya was here to have his ass locked up, he’d have been chewing nails over another round of paperwork and court dates.
“Nah, think he’s just gonna bitch, shake me down and throw a drug test at me,” which he was gonna fail so fuckin hard, “then he’s gonna bitch some more and put me on probation again.”
“Need me to clean your locker out?”
“Uhhhh,” he wracked his brain, trying to remember if he had anything in there that could get him hemmed up, “should be fine. I don’t really hide shit in there anymore. Principal Cripple’s too fuckin nosy for all that.”
That weirdo was itching for a reason to fuck with him, Naruto wasn’t gonna give him ammunition. He had to be careful, even regular school shenanigans was risky Sasuke said. They needed to lay as low as dirt for the next few months and watch the headlines for any signs that he or Sasuke were under scrutiny.
So far, the cops had no idea there were teenage killers on the loose.
Naruto found the whole thing amusing.
While Sasuke was biting his nails watching news segment after news segment trying to track the investigation into Itachi’s demise, Naruto had a hard time containing his glee. He loved the attention, the spotlight and uproar. He lived for those pitiful interviews of scared cracked out mothers wondering how their shitty neighborhoods had suddenly gotten shittier, it made his day when they laid out theories about the killer’s identity, theories that were so out of the ballpark he was a little insulted at times, most of all, he laughed until his chest ached at the idiotic authority figures posturing for the camera like they had any fuckin clue what was going on in the big city of Konoha.
They were like frightened mice running around an endless maze, blazing down the long path to nowhere.
Careful wasn’t exactly his thing and all this mayhem was stirring the beast.
He wanted more madness.
Bigger headlines.
“Let’s go Uzumaki.”
Time’s up.
His escort had arrived, meeting him halfway to the stairs. Students giggled and teased as they passed him by, Sasuke walking silently among them.
Stood in the rapidly emptying courtyard, Naruto gave his case worker a disarming smile, “ahhh jeez, what’d I do this time? I’ve been on my best behavior, ‘ttebayo.”
“That’s more dangerous than when you’re throwing one of your temper tantrums,” Jiraiya dismissed.
Naruto shrugged lazily, baby blue’s glittering amusement.
Jiraiya had not idea how true that statement was.
“Alright kid, quit with the creepy smiling,” his case worker huffed, then paused a beat.
Fists on hips, the older man bent slightly, his dark eyes boring into the teens.
Naruto indulged him, wondering if the old man could read what was inside of them, if he could see the beast that lived within.
Very few seemed to notice, Sasuke saw it right away.
He wondered if Jiraiya was special too.
His bushy white brows creased, “dilated to all hell, just how high are you, kid?”
Chuckling, Naruto folded carefree hands behind his head, shaggy hair glinting beneath the morning sun as he chirped an unconcerned, “as a damn kite, dattebayo.”
“Thought so,” an agitated sigh left his lips as he straightened, “I should throw your ass right back in juvie.”
“Awww, come on man, it was just a little wake n’ bake, I’m not doing the hard shit anymore,” Naruto whined, emphasizing his lie with his famous pout, “you don’t gotta send me to juvie over a little bit of kush,” glancing over the man’s shoulder at the school cops far from earshot, still he whispered, “you know, got my hands on some Acapulco Gold.”
A single white brow rose, “same spot?”
Naruto jiggled his shitty back pack, one of the straps popped last year, several holes littered its black body and a plethora of ‘who the fuck know’s what’ stains. There was a small compartment inside where he held his extracurricular candy. He did a little bit of dealing here and there, nothing special, just when he was low on funds or he got a refill on the medication that his psych doctor claimed would help him be ‘normal’. Those sold pretty fuckin well.
“Yep,” he grinned.
“Hand it over.”
Shrugging his bag from his shoulder, Naruto gave him the whole thing.
“Six months probation.”
“Two, that’s five grams, man,” Naruto haggled.
“Two and a half,” Jiraiya conceded, “let’s go.”
Good as he was gonna get.
Next two and a half months were gonna suck, God help Iruka.
Blowing a stray blonde lock from his left eye and tucking both hands in the pockets of his khaki pants, Naruto followed just as the final bell rang, officially announcing anyone after was late. They stopped in front of the guards, Naruto counted fluffy clouds above, listening quietly and plotting out a way around his probation.
“I’ll search his bag,” Jiraiya informed the two volunteer cops, “give him the drug test,” he prompted the male counterpart of the guards, Tatsuma Aburame, then turned to officer Nonō Yakushi, “his locker is on the third floor, number 497,” finally, to his degenerate charge, “no funny business, your piss in the cup, Naruto or are we going to need to do a body search?”
“Where would I hide it?” he asked, arms spread akimbo.
His plain white polo and khaki pants didn’t leave much creative liberty to a normal individual. Fortunately, he wasn’t normal.
Jiraiya knew better than anyone how innovative the baby faced blonde could be and Naruto could tell by his expression he wasn’t buying a second of his innocent act.
There was always a way when dealing with the number one unpredictable anarchist Naruto Uzumaki.
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※⊷Sasuke⊶※

They called him out of class early in his school day, an hour after Naruto was apprehended, sparing him from today’s pop quiz. With a nod of permission from his teacher, Sasuke gathered his books, stuffed them in his bag, got up and made his way to Principal Shimura’s office. His heart was pounding as he walked down the deserted halls of Konoha Leadership Academy. Mind racing a mile a minute, he felt panicked and shaky, but cold inside. He knew the police would come to inform him of Itachi’s murder, worse case scenario, they’d ask him questions.
He’d been following the headlines religiously, watching interviews and devouring open speculation.
Neither he nor Naruto were on the police’s radar, they were in the clear. The only other person that knew the teens had been looking for Itachi was Lana and well…
Apparently Naruto had tied up that loose end before they left the house, the dobe had brought Yukina’s heavy hitting stash for a reason.
Mother of Four Overdoses on Prescription Pain Medication; the short news segment proclaimed.
Lana was no stranger to OD-ing on the weekend, this was her fifth and final.
Open and shut case, “a long time coming” Yukina had sobbed.
Now, all they had to do was lay low, shut the fuck up and wait for shit to blow over.
He repeated that to himself over and over as he knocked on the door and was called in. There was one cop stood by the door, Principal Shimura behind his desk, what he assumed was a detective based on his suited get-up sat in one of three chairs set up in front of Danzo’s desk, and his case worker sat in another one, leaving one empty seat between both men.
“Sasuke Uchiha, please, take a seat,” Principal Cripple, as Naruto dubbed him, invited.
Naruto really couldn’t stand the man, Sasuke was indifferent mostly, but he agreed with the dobe. He had a weird vibe. It had less to do with his towering stature, onyx leather eye patch, the x-shaped scar carved on his granite chin, or the mangled leg beneath his hard pressed dress pants or his ‘forever broken arm’ that he held in a fancy sling.
It was something else, some innate energy neither of them could quite put their finger on.
He just…made a room feel stifling.
That’s how he felt as he entered the office.
Like the air was thin.
He sat heavily, mouth dry, pulse racing…but he didn’t feel scared. Something else was coursing through him, like he’d popped one of the Addy’s Naruto slipped him. The ones siting in the sole of his shoe, the ones that once belonged to his pill popping murderous brother.
He felt…
High.
Excited.
This tense situation, this taste of danger that was stirring. He felt like he was at the peak height of a roller-coaster, hovering over the edge, right before the big drop. Naruto’s words came back to him as an orange-haired man in navy blue suit began to speak, introducing himself as a detective from Konoha Police Department.
I swear to fuckin God that night did something to me.
“I’m Detective Yahiko.”
Both voices buzzed his ears, echoing in his brain.
“I’m not sure if you’ve heard the news, most kids your age don’t usually pay attention to the news, maybe that’s for the better considering,” a frown marred his lips, a hand rubbing at his nape.
He seemed uncomfortable, this Detective Yahiko. Sympathetic and cautious, afraid to upset a young boy with the harsh reality of the world.
Sasuke felt a notch of…amusement.
This man's empathetic hesitancy felt surreal, ridiculous even. Detective Yahiko was ten years too late for such sensibilities, in the face of everything he'd been through, everything that went down in Itachi’s trailer, this man, this bleeding heart adult sounded…fucking stupid.
“I really hate to have to tell you this, it’s really not fair that a young man, especially with your background, has to hear this but…” he sighed, trailing off a few seconds before straightening his spine and placing a ‘comforting’ hand on the teen’s shoulder, “your brother, Itachi Uchiha, was found murdered five nights ago,” the man told him.
'Don’t smile….' Sasuke willed himself.
“I know this must come as a shock, and I’m truly sorry for your lost.”
'Don’t laugh…' he warned himself.
“We know you haven’t been in contact with Itachi since the trial, but we need to ask you some questions regarding his murder. We believe his murder may have been drug related, there's information to suggest that a few shady individuals were looking for him in the weeks before his passing, but considering who he was, we have to investigate every avenue available.”
“Can you think of anyone that would want to hurt your brother?” Guy, his mountain -rowed case worker urged, shifting in his seat, turning his loud-ass-green tracksuit in the teen’s direction, “relatives holding a grudge?”
It ’s like a new kinda high,‘ttebayo.
Sasuke rubbed his face in his hands, covering his minuscule grin as he muttered, “no, I can’t think of anyone that would want to hurt my brother.”
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I'm almost done with the next chapter of Secrets and Monster, but Prey wouldn't leave me alone. So yeah, here you go.
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