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The Destiny of a Stolen Heart	By : lildemonicfoofoo Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1171 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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My body is an illusion dancing on the street
Come closer to me, come closer to me
Find my name in the darkest part
Come closer to me, come closer to me.
You may claim my soul but never my heart
Come close to me, come closer to me
I will break you and leave you incomplete,
Come closer to come closer to me

Kurama blinks and with a sigh he rolls out of bed, he has been living here about two months. Yes, under false pretenses but a place is a place. Granted it did take him a couple of days to put the pieces together but when he woke up not I jail or a hospital bed with awaiting officers Kurama became more than little suspicious. Then when he found a long blue strand of hair in the coach he was fairly sure. W He walked down memory lane for a quick survey of the �crime� scene. It produced some interesting details, the bar he had gripped so many time in the past, shined mockingly at him.

�Honestly,� he said shaking his head. �If you are going to take all that time to formulate a trap the very least you can do is perfect the details.� His middle finger played the still remaining bits of file shavings.

That was then this is now but a question still plagued him. Why?

�9o�clock� he hums to himself rolling out of bed. Pulling his fingers though his hair to untangle the snarls, he tiredly steps into a pair of black pants slowly pulling them over his legs and hips, adjusting and cursing the extremely snug fit aloud. He removes the oversized a-line tee shirt his �landlord� let him borrow after an unforeseen and quickly forgotten rendezvous. Widening the neck opening he eases his black shirt over his head, rolling and extending his arms and shoulders through the ribbed material. Straightening the bodice over his chest for a final time He snaps a leather band around his wrist and slides a dozen and a half bobby pins on the band. He grabs the black stretch cap off his table. He slides on matching shoes, and heads out.

The name of the game is, �keep your head low and your hips loose�. His does not want to be recognized but he wants to be vaguely remembered. An alibi is an alibi even if it is from a horde of drunk, horny, bastards he mentally grumbles as he swats another hand of his leather clad ass. He walks into the busiest club on the block. He has exactly forty five minutes; he strolls to the bar and orders a drink. Game on.

�Excuse me.� a sweet cherubs like voice says tickling his ear.

Not his usual quarry but foxes do love to play, with a practiced smile he turns. �Yes my lamb,� rolls off his tongue as leans into her space. She smells like falling rain and lavender. Despite her small frame and porn star rack, she screamed innocence on the virginal scale her eyes are far more captivating.

�My cousin, wanted to know if you would like to ddd-dance.�

�Now, now beautiful I can�t dance with anyone who won�t even come over and talk to me.�

Dear God he thought. If she was the one sent here to ask, how virginal the one left hiding in the shadows is.

�Hn, what shall we talk about while we dance.� A tenor voice lulls over his shoulder.

A bit startled, Kurama quickly tilts his back to glance over his shoulder. The figure behind is nothing like the lamb before him. Where her white eyes glowed with untouched naivety his shone with cool perfection.

Altering his demeanor to fit the situation he turns fully around to face his new suitor.

With a slight pause, he answers the question. �We could take about quantum physics.� Kurama says hopping of his barstool and walking towards the dance floor. �Or we could talk about how good my ass looks in these pants.� He grabs the blushing cousin hand and pulls her to dance. �But that will have to be later I owe the braver one of you a dance.�

The dark haired gentleman�s eyes lit up in humor as he pulled his long dark brown hair back and gave chase to the elusive red head already dancing on the crowded floor.

�You are a fast one.� The brunette says wrapping his arms around the dancing boy.

�Excuse me, but I am dancing with this beautiful vixen.� He says leaning in kissing her cheek.

�Hinata.�

The beautiful but painfully shy vixen quickly bows out and practically scurries away.

As for an alibi, he had one and it was currently grinding up against him. Now he needed an escape plan, post haste before he became lost in his own staged distraction.

�Kurama,� a presumed acquaintance growls out. A large calloused hand grips the red head by the upper arm effectively ripping him from the embrace of an almost ex-lover. Kisame dark eyes glare possessively at the rag-dolled red head. Without word or question Kurama was led out the club.

�Man, kid you sure can pull the high and mighty ones.� Kisame says rubbing the back of his head. �His name is Neji Hyuuga.� Kisame says answering the unasked but thick on tongue question.

�What took you so long?� Kurama asks rubbing his arms.

�Nothing much just trying to figure a way to get you out of the arms of an eighteen year old horny tycoon� He says as he licks and presses his lips together. �Besides you are quite interesting to watch when you�re working.�

�What�s the job tonight?� Kurama asks shaking his head.

�A simply scout.�

Kurama scales the wall he was resting against. Perched on the second ledge of the ten story building he looks down at Kisame and asks rhetorically, �If it�s so simple why are you tagging along? And why did we need a distraction?�

Kisame smirks and replies, �We didn�t, like I said I enjoy watching you work.�

He begins his ascent to the roof. When he arrives he finds Kurama sitting a gargoyle on the far east corner staring at the only thing that lit up the night�s horizon. The red and white fan crest glows like a celestial anomaly.

�A beaut ain�t she. That is Uchiha Corp. Tonight we scout the perimeter.�

Supernova pulsing in the night
Prides and wills shall be forgotten as our hearts fight
Bleed me, believe me, and torture me right
You will have nothing as I lull in your spite

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