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Chapter List
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Chapter Five
Beneath A Street Light

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Twelve Years Later

March 12, 2012

Iwa sucked.
Boring town, boring people, boring weather, Naruto had more fun watching paint dry.
He hated doing business here.
Every house and building looked carved out of stone, no color, no personality, no life. It was the complete opposite of Konoha, down trodden and dead, destitution a feature rather than sporadic pockets hidden away from those on the right side of the poverty line. Being amongst such a cesspool should appeal to his lawless self, however, Naruto preferred lively, unsuspecting communities, places where the hunt was difficult but when successful, resulted in catastrophic panic.
In Iwa, bad news was just another day in the city.
He glared at the water stained ceiling.
Boring.
Sooner he got out of here, the better, this assignment was boring enough as it was.
He turned his head on his flat pillow and read the crimson numbers on the digital clock placed on his bedside.
12:47 a.m.
He clicked his teeth, rolled out of bed and grabbed his duffel bag.
Pulling out his ‘uniform’, he laid his clothes on the bed and stripped down. He slipped a skin tight, black, long sleeved shirt over his head, tugging the stretchy fabric firmly over his muscled torso, stepped into a matching pair of form fitting pants, buttoned and zipped then reached for his tools.
Dressed, he scooped his dual Glocks from their case and loaded the magazines, each bullet clinking pleasantly, drawing a small grin to his lips despite his boredom. He moved slow, savoring the moment, sliding a reverent thumb over every cartridge, as though fusing his very essence into each deadly projectile. Sasuke didn’t understand Naruto’s obsession with loading his guns ‘like a meticulous creep’ before a mission, why he didn’t just use a clip and save himself time.
Work smarter not harder.
Fuck efficiency, this part of his prep had nothing to do with it.
This was about pleasure, creating a slight buzz ahead of time.
There was just something about manually loading cartridge’s into that first magazine that Naruto loved absolutely relished.
Like some kinda religious ritual at this point.
Once the mag was filled, he slammed it inside both pistols with a satisfying click, checked the safety and set them aside.
He hooked his favorite hunting knife at his hip, looped his arms through his gun holster and filled the empty slots with the heavy weight of steel, he stuffed the pockets lining his pants with his mini lock pick kit, a burner phone, a small flashlight, garrote, zip-cuffs and other necessities ranging from deadly to benign. Satisfied he had what he needed for work, Naruto grabbed his fitted balaclava half mask, pulled it over his head then covered his hard chin, chiseled jaw, and scarred cheeks.
He slipped on his gloves next, grabbed his long coat and was out the door, locking his dingy hotel room behind him.
Chilly night air ruffled his messy black locks, whistling in his ears and blowing trash around the ground. It was quiet out, only a few dirty hotel windows glowing with lights, muffled televisions drowning on as he walked down a deserted hall that would take him to the very back of the trashy lodging. Charlton Motel was a run down piece of shit that catered to tweakers looking for a place to OD, prostitutes that needed a place to work, and out of towners unfortunate enough to book a room in the mustard colored prison wanna-be. The place was so desolate and uniform, all it needed was bars on it’s dingy ass windows and Naruto wouldn’t be able to tell the difference from a cell block.
He kept his pace clipped and quick, cutting across grassy patches and dirty pavement separating each hotel unit block, his booted feet crunching discarded wrappers and dry leaves, blue eyes moving from windows, doors and everything in between.
There wasn’t a soul around but that didn’t mean some nosy fuck wasn’t peering through raggedy blinds.
His paranoid mind always assumed somebody was tracking him.
Wasn’t always true, more often than not, but his hyper vigilance had saved his neck enough to reinforce and solidify it’s tenacious hold on his warped brain.
He spotted a set of dumpers as he circled behind the last unit block, one with a slash spray painted on it.
The marker.
He walked past both stinky cans, and rounded the corner.
A motorcycle was propped against the building wall as agreed. Turning to a big tree across from the bike, he eyed a rock with another white slash.
Ducking a low hanging branch, he picked it up, swiped the keys from beneath and headed back to the bike. He took the black, full-face motorcycle helmet on it’s tail and put it on, swung his leg over the seat and cranked the engine. It roared to life in the quiet night, rumbling loud enough to make him take another glance around.
He paused a beat, getting a feel for the machine.
Not as comfortable as his but it’d have to do.
He revved the bike twice, dropped the visor over his eyes and headed out.
A short trip through the parking lot and he was out onto the vacant city streets, passing one darkened business after another, the roads empty but the streets crawling with shady folk he was sure were out to do shit he did for fun. He stuck to back roads, zipping down dirt paths and shitty one way streets in dire need of a fresh paving. He road for an hour, homes and businesses slowly appearing few and far between.
He hit a steep curve and throttled his speed, knowing he close.
Coasting a hill, his blue eyes snapped to the large structure ahead.
A mini mansion on the outskirts of town.
He parked a few blocks down, cutting onto a dirt path made barely traversable by thick brushes and obtrusive branches. Once he felt deep enough, he left the path and pushed the bike deeper into the side bushes and cut the engine. He shed his coat and walked the rest of the way through the woods. He stopped uphill, blended himself amongst shadowy trees and pulled out a miniature sized pair of binoculars.
It was a gaudy eight bedroom, six bathroom home, old but clean and surrounded by a twelve foot iron fence. Three stories, luxurious stone work but painted a weird shade of salmon, the windows were square and several rooms came equipped with a balcony, definitely a design in his favor. Even better, there were several vines climbing the sides of the mansion, conveniently near design grooves that would make good foot holds.
Movement in the structure’s shadows caught his attention.
He moved his binoculars, tracking the pacing men wandering manicured grounds toting semi-automatics on their shoulders.
Delighted, he traced a sharp canine with his tongue, indulging a wide grin behind his dark mask.
He wondered if they were going to make this interesting for him.
He hoped so.
Pocketing his binoculars, Naruto made his way down hill.
He took a wide path, jogging around the outer parameter, searching for a foot up inside, finding a spot in back ten minutes later.
A sturdy tree with long, low hanging branches dipping over the gate.
He made quick work of it, climbing high, and picking a branch that would hold his weight. He sat down and scooted close to the edge, glad the windy night gave his leaf shaking maneuvering cover. When he was close to the gate, he dropped down, holding onto the hard bark like monkey bars at a kid park. Hand over hand, he use the branch to take him over the metal tipped points, letting go once his ass was safely clear of them.
His heavy feet barely hit the ground before he was moving again, making a beeline for the pool house.
The back down was unlocked.
He slipped inside and crouched low.
Clustered and disorganized, the room appeared to be in the process of renovation. The walls were stripped bare, cabinets ripped out, tile missing and an assortment of tools littered the floor.
One object in particular caught his attention.
A ladder lying against a far wall, tall enough to help him climb back over the gate once he was finished.
Exit plan set, he peered from a window towards the mansion.
Two beefed up men where walking along the poolside, casually chatting, their low chuckles reaching his ears.
He waited.
Bouncing his leg, impatience burning his insides as the two men chuckled and joked.
The moment they vanished around the corner, he was up and moving, reaching for the stupid ass vines this asshole probably thought were fashionable. They led all the way up the side of the white structure, practically paving his way.
Unamused, Naruto grabbed hold and made his way up.
He scaled the wall to the top, quick and efficient, falling back on his training and using the mansion’s notches for leverage. It was the best test of his endurance in six months and fuck was it kicking his ass. He made it though, muscles straining as he lifted his bulk up and over the rooftop lip. He paused to catch his breath a beat, wiping sweat from his forehead and massaging the numbness from his hands. Once he was done wheezing like a whale on land, he moved, leaning over the side to take a glance down the left side of the roof, eyeballing the distance.
Wouldn’t be as hellish as his way up that’s for sure.
He waited for guards to pass before making his move.
He climbed over the wall, dangled a beat, then swung his body to a decorative groove in the wall. Steady, he sought out a lower ledge and hooked his left foot in a lower foothold, then he reached for another and another, climbing down until he was hanging over a platform.
He plopped down silently to the balcony, and pressed his ears to the glass entrance. A television playing in the background. He looked around for a break in the snowy curtain and found a small separation. Squinting, he peered around.
Empty.
Whipping out his lock pick, he made short work of the locked French patio doors and slipped inside.
The master bedroom was dark but he could still make out it’s gross opulence. Ugly ass statues he wanted to knock over, paintings that probably cost more than most people would ever seen in their life. Stacks of cash on a wide oak desk, a wet bar with dirty glasses, giant flat screen in front of a small living room area. There were a few lines of coke on the glass table, the documents next to them caught his attention.
He glanced around, pausing on every door in the room.
Double doors; bedroom entrance.
Blue eyes narrowed on the shifting shadows beneath it.
More guards outside.
He looked left.
Sliding door; closet.
Lastly, across from the massive bed.
Single door, light on, shower going; bathroom.
Pulling out a small digital camera, he clicked it over all eight pages, and stuffed it back in his pocket just as the water stopped. Quick on his feet, he crossed the room in large, silent strides and took his placed outside the bathroom door. He waited four minutes and the moment it opened, he grabbed the man, slapped a hand over his mouth, and circled his thick neck in a choke hold all in one quick, fluid motion.
A little under average height, the weight of two grown men combined and apparently didn’t believe in drying off after bathing, Shi Yumino fought wildly. Straining with all his bulk, screaming behind his fingers, yanking at Naruto’s arm around his neck. They struggled a bit, weaving around the master bedroom, Shi losing his towel as he fought for his right to continue living.
Feisty little thing, but boring.
Tightening his arm, Naruto cut his air off and reached into his pocket.
“Shh, shh, shh,” he shushed quietly in his ear, cutting dulled eyes to the shadows passing by beneath the double doors, “one sound and I’m gonna show you what you’re insides look like,” he moved a small blade to the man’s bulging gut, pressing just enough to hurt, “got me?”
A beat of hesitation, a thick swallow.
The man nodded.
Tense silence filled the room, both men watching two shadows pass by.
A door shut in the distance.
Grip flexing, Naruto dragged the hapless man to the little living room, grabbed the remote and cranked the volume, once finished, he dragged him into the closet, though closet was probably the wrong word for the wide open space. Row upon rows of suits, ties, ugly fancy shoes and accessories lined legions of shelves and coat hangers. There was a clear wall in the back, Naruto took his little piggy over to it, pressing Shi’s back to the wall, driving a forearm across his throat and leveling his blade at his pudgy stomach to keep him place.
“Six months ago buncha soiled doves were set free by the feds,” he informed the man before asking, “know anything about that?”
Shi shook his head furiously, body rocking along with him. His chocolate brown eyes were held wide and panic, his tan skin completely ashen, his wet black hair sticking up in all directions like a peacock.
“That ain’t what they’re saying,” he taunted, “word on the street is some fat fuck and his pathetic street gang got real cozy deal with the DA right before that little raid.”
Sure enough, Shi though this was a situation he could lie himself out of.
Normally, Naruto enjoyed a challenge, but right now, he felt like he was watching paint dry. He was bored and it was starting to irritate him. This man wasn’t his type. A small fish in a big pond. He wasn’t significant, he had very little power and was too fuckin clean. He slung drugs, he pimped a few hos, set up some drive-bys here and there. A real piece shit but not rotten enough to suit his tastes, killing him wasn’t gonna be fun at all.
Like stepping on a gold fish.
Who the fuck cared?
Still…
Business was fuckin business.
“Now, I’m gonna give you one chance to save your sorry ass, who offered you the deal?” he moved, leaning in the man’s space, cutting of his air supply and placing his masked mouth near his ear, “word of advice, don’t understate what I already know, tell me one fuckin lie, and I’m gonna start takin’ you apart piece by piece. Lie’s are gonna cost you six fingers each, I run outta fingers, I’m gonna start breakin’ bones, we understand each other?”
More turkey neck, head bobbing along side a pungent scent.
Naruto wondered at the man’s reaction, sure, the stipulations of their conversation was gruesome, but even he could hear the boredom in his own voice. Maybe that alone was enough to justify normal people pissing their pants, Sasuke always said Naruto was tone deaf, explaining that the blonde didn’t sound ‘bored’, he sounded like ‘a fuckin homicidal robot’, like death itself was coming out of his mouth.
Naruto didn’t get it, but hell, there was a lotta stuff he didn’t get.
Widening his stance to avoid the nasty fluids, Naruto shot the man a withering look, “do that again, and I’m cuttin’ it off.”
Annoyed, he yanked a hand made gag cloth from his pocket and stuffed Shi’s mouth, then tore a thick shirt off a nearby hanger, pressing his blade harder into Shi’s stomach in case he got the idea to move, and threw it over the yellow puddle.
He spun the man around, knife at his throat.
“Hands,” he snapped, reaching for the wired cuffs in his pocket.
Reluctantly, Shi held his fat arms out behind. Naruto secured his hands behind him tight enough for his thick wrists to purple. Finished, he whipped a few silk ties from their respective hooks and knocked the big man’s knees out from beneath him. He folded like a lawn chair, urine soaked carpet softening his fall, the gag muffling his pained cry.
Naruto set to work with an old fashion hog tie.
Flat on his belly, hands and feet anchored, Shi sucked in several panicked breaths while Naruto crouched and grabbed a fistful of recently shampooed hair, craning the man’s head up painfully, drawing a whimper, “this ain’t a multiple choice quiz,” he informed him, “gonna be real easy questions, ‘ttebayo. You nod your fuckin head yes or no. Got it?”
Shi nodded, Naruto started his questioning.
Shi lost six fingers then broke three of them before he got truthful answers. When he was satisfied, Naruto took the blade to his throat, and snapped a few pictures.
Commotion reached his ears.
Shouting, gunfire.
His distraction had started.
He made his way back to the pool house as chaos erupted.
-
Thirteen hours later, Naruto slid his keycard through the scanner, blown away anew that this shitty hotel had invested in an automatic locking system before working cameras. A mechanism clicked and he pushed the door in. He stepped through, closed and locked it behind him and made his way down the small hall.
He passed a miniature closet and felt a tingle, a sixth sense alert a beat before the cold nozzle of a gun touched the back of his head.
He fought the urge to roll his eyes.
Fuckin theatrics.
“You the guy?” his ‘attacker’ demanded.
Who the fuck else would he be?
“Yeah,” he replied.
The gun retracted, and a fancy suited man step from the closet.
Naruto knew who he was, had seen enough pictures and television appearances, but there was just something about seeing them in the flesh.
A realness.
A strange rawness he found appetizing, an experience that instantly whet his appetite, and this time was no different. Like an old man popping a Viagra tablet, his body stirred to life. His blood was stirring, his senses tingling, the beast was awake, growling its hunger in his gut. This was his type, this slimy politician that played savior during the day and set up revenge hits in retaliation for his sex ring taking a hit at night. Power Naruto could devour, soulless people that could put him on ice if he ever slipped up, people the world would notice had been carved up and left a lifeless shell.
His fingers twitched, itching for his chance, his lips stretched upward behind his fitted balaclava half mask.
Finally, a tiny bit of rush for his stagnant mind.
“Well don’t just stand there, report!” his client snapped, foot tapping nervously.
Naruto frowned behind his mouth cover, tawny brows dipping low enough to give the other man pause, his blue depths rivaling the chill of a glacier.
Hiruzen Sarutobi took a slight step backwards before seeming to stop his involuntary retreat.
He was as tall as Naruto, didn’t shy away from the gym despite his age, and made polished picture in his fancy navy blue pen stripped suit, but underneath his clean cut persona, he was as depraved as Naruto.
Naruto hadn’t pegged the man as stupid though.
Who the fuck antagonized their own hit man?
Resisting his first impulse to break every disrespectful bone in the man’s body, Naruto relayed his information, reaching into his overcoat side pocket for a digital camera. He chucked the device to the anxious man, continuing to speak as the sweaty politician flipped through the pictures Naruto took of one of his most mundane killings this month.
“Professional, efficient, I am very pleased with your services,” the man praised, all smiles now that his ‘problem’ was taken care of. Stuffing the device in his pocket, he moved closer to the towering sociopath, “I certainly had my doubts but you were well worth the price, and on short notice at that. Your name again?”
“Menma,” Naruto grunted, glancing at the wall clock.
“Menma,” he repeated, bobbing his head, before reaching out his hand, “I’ll be sure let your contact know how satisfied I am with your work. I look forward to working with you again. I have no doubt I’ll have more problems in the future.”
Naruto reached out and clasped hands with the man, his gut roaring.
Kill him.
Quick as snake, Naruto yanked him in with one hand and grabbed his throat with his other, cutting his exhalation short and slamming him hard enough to smash a hole in the wall in one smooth motion. Desperate hands clawed at his forearms, straining like a fish on a hook before the terrified man abandoned the arm and reached up to pull at his gloved fingers.
“How long can you hold your breath?” Naruto wondered aloud, grinning behind his face cover, “let’s find out, ne?”
Dark brown eyes widened, tan skin reddened, Naruto let the man in on a little secret, “you know, my first suffocation kill still has the highest record, two whole minutes of her wigglin around, tryna kick me with her shiny little pumps, fought like a goddamn hellcat. She set that fuckin bar high, ‘ttebayo.”
He chuckled, then recounted the tale in detail for his struggling rat. Mid-way through his story, the man fell limp.
He glanced at the clock again.
Forty-eight seconds.
“You fuckin suck,” he declared with a annoyed click of his teeth.
His blood was calming, that spark slowly flat-lining, boredom settled across his skin.
What had he expected really?
This wasn’t really his hunt anyway.
He held his grip the customary extra thirty seconds before unwrapping his vice. He bent double, hooked his linebacker shoulder into the man’s stomach and lifted him up and over. He hoofed it to his burner car, tossed his ass in the trunk, and took off.
-
This guy really loved theatrics.
Hiruzen Sarutobi had been out for nearly an hour and Naruto had long since lost patience waiting.
He’d driven the man to a place right outside Konoha city limits, deep in the woods, an old cabin he and Sasuke liked to call ‘The Shed’. A fancy name for a place they used to do what they needed to do in peace, their very first together, though they weren’t the only ones that used it anymore.
It wasn’t really much, small living room, two bedrooms, a minimalist kitchen and bathroom, but what really sold it was the deep cellar below.
They’d fitted the large space with everything a soulless killer could as for. Left of the long stairway down, two rooms, one for overnight guest containing two cots fitted with restraints, leather or full on chain, which ever was preferred, a single toilet. On the other side of the dividing wall, a single chair and a whole lot of tools that had never been used to fix a damn thing.
To the right of the stairs, the clean up/cover up station fully stocked with acid and empty barrels, cement, gasoline canisters, and anything else they decided to use to make sure missing people never turned up again.
Next to that room, Naruto’s own personal fun room.
An empty space with a floor drain.
He brought items in every now and again, and he’d used the tool room often enough, but he was more of a up close and personal type guy, a risk taker that didn’t know the meaning of ‘in over your head’, and today, he was in the mood to get friendly.
Done waiting, Naruto crouched down beside the man and slapped him awake. His rat stirred with a jolt that looked painful, chest rising and falling, wide eyes equally confused and terrified.
“Wake up. We’re hours away from the coup de grâce,” he explained, voice as dead as his eyes, “hours and hours, dattebayo.”
Hiruzen was up and on his feet in an instant, wobbling backwards, catching himself on a dirty wall as he spat, “Menma! What the fuck do you think you’re doing! Do you have any idea who you’re dealing with?” infuriated, he straightened, and puffed his chest, “I am Hiruzen Sarutobi, a senator you dimwitted cretin!”
Kill …
Naruto snorted, “obviously, the fuck you think you’re here for? Gotta do my job,” amusement curled his lips, “nothing personal, ya know?”
Kill …
He reached for his favorite blade, pulse spiking as it slid from its short leather sheath at his hip, that sleek sound and slight vibration as arousing as a stroke to his crotch.
Kill …Kill…
“You can fight back, ya know,” he encouraged as he slowly crossed the room, “that’s why I brought you in here. Come on, make it interesting for me.”
“W-wait! I-I can pay! Whatever you’re being paid, I’ll triple it! Quadruple! Whatever amount you want! J-just name your price!”
Naruto blinked, tilting his dark head to the side, he stop a short distance from the political man, “what makes you think anybody’s paying me to gut you like a fish?”
“A job,” the man reminded him, slowly edging to a corner, “you said this was a job.”
Naruto chuckled, running a hand through his messy locks, “you fuckin lawyer types, forgot I gotta be specific and shit. Guess job was the wrong word. I’m more like a unpaid intern,” he corrected, brandishing his knife like a casual hand gesture, “I get a few things outta doing this but none of it’s money.”
“Then why the hell are you doing this?!”
“I just told you,” Naruto reminded him, knife gesturing again, “want me to cut your ears off first? Doesn’t seem like you use em’.”
Hands out in a placating gesture, the goatee politician shook his head, his face comically frantic, “w-what do you want?” he asked emphatically, “there’s got to be something you want that this…internship doesn’t give you. I can give it to you, whatever it is I can get it!”
Slightly annoyed, the homicidal man frowned, advancing again, “I already told you earlier, I want you to make this shit interesting.”
“I-w-wait goddamn it!” he shouted, stopping the sociopath once more, “I-I don’t think you understand how much money I’m offering. M-millions! I can make you richer than-”.
“I don’t want your damn money, I want you to fuckin fight!” he thundered, the rage of his voice echoing sharply.
His jaw flexed, teeth grinding hard enough to bend metal, deep wrath filling his cerulean glare.
This wasn’t his prey, he didn’t care about pleas, tears, or bringing him to his knees, this wasn’t the meat sack he wanted to hear begging for mercy he was never gonna get, he wasn’t the perfect human waste Naruto enjoyed feeding his brutality to.
Sarutobi was an assignment he could potentially enjoy.
A bit of fun to see on a news segment when his butchered body turned up, but still not his prey.
That gnawing beast in his gut wouldn’t be happy with this shit no matter which way he killed him, Naruto had to compensate for that. He had to hit a fuckin sweet spot, he needed this fuckin coward to grow some balls and fight. He loved killing, but there were levels to this shit. Not all murders were the same; taking out targets like Sarutobi was routine, erasing some random bitch in the wrong place at the wrong time, he didn’t bat an eye, they were interesting and all but not what fed him the way he needed.
He had fucking standards.
Ways he operated and certain ways to get his pulse going, ways to scratch his fuckin itch.
There were only so many lip dick kills he could make before he lost his goddamn mind and he was at his limit, had been for a week now.
“You’re insane…” the older man
“You just figuring that out?” he muttered waspishly, advancing again, this time, not about to stop until he was finished.
He went down almost without a fight.
Naruto took a glancing blow to the chin before catching the man by the throat, getting a good grip on the well worn handle of his favorite hunting knife, adjusted his angle and plunged it deep inside his wide-eyed plaything for tonight.
Like a knife through butter.
His screams were like a thousand birds, chirping heaven’s greatest hymn, caressing his ears; hot blood oozing through his fingers, tracing his skin like gentle hands, somewhat soothing that empty void growling inside the prison of his abdominals. He pulled his wet blade out and plunged again and again and again, savoring every single groan and miserable wail.
He was fighting again, straining pitifully, shoving at the arm tearing apart his insides.
It made him angry.
“Now you wanna fuckin fight,” he growled, “now you wanna fight.”
Tossing the bloody, screaming man to the floor, Naruto followed, delivering on his early offer of removing the ears he wasn’t using.
-
An hour later, Sarutobi was quiet and Naruto was slightly agitated but in a better mood than he’d been all week.
He stripped off his blood soaked ‘work clothes’ and left them on the floor. He made his way upstairs and headed for the nearest shower. He walked butt naked and covered in blood through the kitchen, into the living room and down the hallway behind it.
The first door on the right led to a general bathroom he let the guys use.
He opened the door and pulled the shower glass back.
He turned the knob and stepped beneath scolding hot water. Grabbing a half empty shampoo bottle from a wrack behind him, he squirted a generous glob in his hand, and started a gentle lather, coating each strand in fluffy sulfur, kneading his scalp until he got bored and leaned forward. He opened his eyes to watch the chemicals spin over the metal grate, relishing the familiar scene of black hair dye swirling down his drain, like his Menma persona was waving goodbye for now.
He didn’t know why he enjoyed it, and didn’t really think too deep about it.
It is what it is was one of his favorite mottoes.
He grabbed bottled soap next, and pulled his rag off the rack. He squeezed the earthy soap on the cloth and went to town, scrubbing down his tattooed arms, lathering his inked up chest and abdomen, he hit his legs and underarms, rinsed and washed again.
When his tanned skin held a healthy flush, he hopped out, grabbed a towel and raided the back room for clothes. He threw on another long sleeve black shirt, and pants, but missing his orange fix, had grabbed a pair of tangerine boxers.
He couldn’t exactly go hunt in bright orange.
Dressed for the night, Naruto slipped plastic bags over his feet and headed back to the room Sarutobi lay in, fished the burner from his pants and finally dialed the number that’d put a period on this shit show.
“It’s done,” he grunted the moment she picked up.
“That was quick, thought you would’ve drawn it out a few days.”
He pouted, an annoyed twitch of his lips, “shit was boring. He’s not my type, ‘ttebayo.”
This whole assignment wasn’t his type.
No challenge, no thrill, a dull hunt that was more frustrating than satisfying. Sure, he had bit of fun, a lil hit of adrenaline, a slight stirring below the belt, but nothing he couldn’t get snorting a line of coke.
“Can he be ID’ed. Is his face intact?” Harpy asked.
Giving his handy work a cursory glance, he chuckled, “more or less. There’s always dental.”
He’d gotten more than a little irritated midway through. Sarutobi was missing both ears, an eye and his bottom lip.
“Gee, thanks Fox,” she sighed, exasperated.
“We done here?” he prompted, flexing his fingers.
He was itching to hunt.
That raging beast that kept him up at night, the one that stewed in the dark prison of his gut was starving. He felt twitchy and on edge, his skin too tight for his bones.
He craved the rush, the adrenaline fueled stalking of unsuspecting prey.
Two weeks ago, he found his next plaything and hadn’t been able to get the man out of his head ever since. He was the one, a precious resource to fuel that spark that was his happiness.
“Yep. Unless you have time to-”
“No,” he snapped, “tell Old Man Cripple I’m done for the month. Now come scoop this piece of shit off my floor, bag his damn ears up and don’t forget to clean this place up before you leave.”
He tapped end on the phone and tossed it on his soiled clothes pile. He wasn’t in the mood for back-to-back assignments.
He wanted to find his prey.
He took the bags off his feet at the door and trudged barefoot back upstairs. He put his shoes on and made his way to the door. Sasuke was walking in as he was walking out. The brunette was casually dressed for once, gray long sleeve shirt and fuckin jeans.
“Fuck are you wearing?” he questioned, blonde brow raised, “lemme guess, Mabui likes how your ass looks in em’?”
Sasuke’s pretty, proper wife was always fuckin around with his clothes.
“Where you going, dobe?” his best friend asked instead, ignoring the teasing.
“Hunting,” he grunted, stepping around the older male.
Sasuke paused, reaching out to grip his arm before he moved out of range, “clean this time, adrenaline junkie. Last thing we need right now is you full of holes again.”
Naruto pouted a frown, “you’re fuckin boring Sasuke. Anyway, clean up crew should be here soon, Sarutobi’s takin a long nap in the basement, dattebayo.”
“Noted.”
-
She was getting off the night owl bus when he saw her.
A mere flash beneath a streetlight, but what a flash it was.
She was tiny and young, her pretty face soft, a slight wrinkle in her brow as she stared at her phone. She glanced up, noting a street sign and that when he saw them.
Her eyes.
Her fuckin eyes.
Milky white, like the finest of coke, but they sparkled like a bag full of stolen diamonds, all perfect and shit as if some artistic asshole had taken pure moonlight and molded them into human eyes. Two glowing moons, contrasting sharply with long dark hair that shined a vibrant violet under the streetlight, those eyes held him enthralled. They reminded him of that night twelve years ago, that pivotal moment he’d found out what happiness meant to him, the first kill that defined who and what he was at his core.
His heart started a wild drum beat, and a familiar high hit his veins, that pounding bliss he only felt in the heat of bashing in brains, carving through flesh with his favorite knife or unloading his gun until whatever he was shooting at stopped moving.
Violence stirred him, pain and misery fueled his black soul, the suffering of others got him hard, and the only shortcut to any of those emotions was drinking, poppin pills and snortin blow.
At least, that’s how it had always been.
Until now.
Tonight, for the first time in twenty-seven years, Naruto felt alive and nobody had died.
There were no bones cracking beneath his fists, no sweet smell of blood teasing his nose, no agonized screams singing him a song and yet, he felt like he was fighting, killing, and fucking all at once. He was seething pleasure, blissed out and aroused, that dark beast in his gut churning in way he’d never felt before. It wasn’t howling for blood, or demanding , it was just roaring a single word he felt deep in his groin: want.
Festering greed was hammering his insides.
She was a new drug he had never tried before.
A new high he wanted to OD on again and again.
His gaze wandered.
She was dressed modestly, but her body didn’t give a shit. Big tits tucked under a long sleeved still looked like big fuckin tits tucked under a shirt, and on her tiny frame, there was no hiding those jugs. Her waist was small, and her wide hips made it even smaller.
His peep show was over.
She turned, presenting her slender back, more long silky hair and a fat peach he wanted to sink his teeth into.
He licked his lips, watching her ass shamelessly as she strutted away.
His mark was was moving too, finally stumbling out of the dark glass doors of a seedy, downtown titty bar Naruto had been waiting for him to leave for the last two hours.
Medium height, a bit on the muscular side, bright orange hair and a dangerous reputation. Jūgo, as the street called him, was as a challenge, he was going to be fun, Naruto had even gone out and bought a new tool to use for the occasion. Close combat, incredibly personal, and unnecessarily risky. Just the adrenaline rush he needed after dragging his ass through a boring assignment. The big man was weaving down the street, opposite the direction of his little bunny.
A fuckin fork in the road.
He turned his gaze to the sky, smiling up at the moon that always seemed to glow brightest when he was hunting and now, now it graced him with it’s gentle light, blessing his union with this woman that had crossed his path, seducing him with her luminous gaze, her pale skin and midnight hair.
The smitten blonde didn’t bat an eye as he slipped his phone in his coat pocket, right next to a brand new line of piano wire he apparently wasn’t gonna get to use tonight, and followed his pretty girl instead.
She didn’t go far, a few doors down to a small diner.
He passed by but didn’t go in, slowing his pace and glancing through the glass windows.
She was behind the counter, hurriedly tying a apron around her waist.
A waitress.
He walked across the street to a small bar and took a seat at table several feet away from a big window looking directly into the restaurant.
A waiter came and he ordered a drink.
He tracked obsessively as she moved back forth between tables, fascinated and enraptured by her small frame at work as he waited.
Ten minutes later, nursing his alcoholic beverage, he watched her.
She was serving an older couple, smiling this pretty fuckin smile he felt in his chest, those bright, friendly eyes teasing him from across the road.
He couldn’t wait to have them staring up at him while he fucked her sweet mouth. He didn’t even care if she gave good top or not, the way he was feeling, he’d blow his load the moment he got his dick wet. After though, after he’d teach her how he liked it.
He’d show her exactly how to give him phenomenal head.
He reached down, adjusted his hard cock to a slightly less uncomfortable position, and went back to sight seeing.
He wondered how he’d feel ramming her pussy, staring into those eyes that took him back to the night of his first murder. Would he cum like a virgin with his first woman, would the bloodlust from of that memory hit hard enough to make him wanna strangle her pretty neck and watch the light fade from her eyes?
Fuck, either outcome would be the highlight of his life.
If it didn’t kill him, he was damn sure it’d be the closest he ever got to heaven.
He had to find out first hand and right then and there, he made a decision.
If the opportunity presented itself, he was taking her tonight.
Shit.
He was gonna need his car.
He tapped his fingers on the table, silently taking inventory of what he had to get the job done. He always kept rope in the trunk, duct tape, a no nonsense taser and wire cuffs tucked in his duffel in the backseat, standard procedure items for him.
Always prepared for any occasion.
He was gonna keep her a while, probably be better to take her to the Shed until he set up a place for at his house.
Mind made up, he left the bar, jogged two blocks to his car. He hopped inside his nondescript SUV, cranked it and rushed back to the bar. He scanned the eatery from his table, hoping she hadn’t clocked out yet and found her just as she left the kitchens, plates in both hands.
She had to be filling in for the rest of someone else’s shift because she was done in less than four hours.
His seat was positioned perfectly, the window was wide enough for him to see quite a bit of the street. His girl got a male escort to the bus stop he’d first seen her at.
His lips turned down as he watched her chat with the man at her side.
To say he didn’t like it was a understatement.
Who the fuck was he to her?
Pretty girl like her, he should have known he’d have to clean house.
Throwing money on the table, he got up and walked to his vehicle, turning his rear view mirror to watch the dark haired shit stick chat up his female.
His tatted knuckles whitened as he gripped the stirring wheel, his mind listing all the reason he shouldn’t run the fuckin guy over.
The arguments weren’t very convincing, lucky for that dickless douche, the bus showed up.
They shared a hug that set his teeth on edge, then parted ways, the guy waving as the bus carried her away.
He followed the public transportation, hiding himself behind the few cars still on the road. His heart was pounding again as he drove, anticipation humming in his veins.
She lived in a crappy neighborhood, though it was several steps above crack head central. The bus dropped her right in front of a subdivision full of tan walled, brown roofed duplexes inside a gate that was wide the fuck open.
He rode through slow, but not too slow, watching her small form beat feet to her own home. Just like the diner, she didn’t walk long.
She had her key at the ready, no fumbling through a purse.
Smart girl.
He circled the complex, looking for cameras, looking for nosy neighbors peeping out of windows.
It was motel dead.
Still, he waited nearly a half hour before parking his SUV a ways away, and walking to her duplex to scope out his best place of entry.
He expected shitty locks.
What he found as he rounded her duplex and disappeared into her overgrown yard was a a man creeping around her house.
He paused, watching the man straining to see through the gaps in her blinds.
Naruto wanted to know who the fuck he was.
Another fuckin rival?
One that had to have a death wish, sniffing around a female he had set his sights on.
Always one for action, the curious, slightly irritated blonde approached silently, reaching for the holster strapped to his pants.
“Fuck are you doin’?” his growled question emphasized by the glock 19 pressed to the man’s nape.
Naruto expected panic, fear wrapped in a plea for his life to be spared, however, the man at the end of his loaded barrel expressed none.
“Why don’t you mind your own business and move the fuck on.”
A single blonde brow rose.
The balls on this guy…
“You’re snoopin’ around my girl’s apartment, that makes it my business, ‘ttebayo.”
“Your girl…?”
Disbelief shaped the strangers words.
Maybe the guy knew her, maybe he knew she was either single or with a man that didn’t sound like Naruto, whichever, he really didn’t give a shit.
She was his now.
He really had wanted to share the good news with her first, to inform her that for the first time in his twenty-seven years, Naruto Uzumaki wanted a woman to belong to him and she was that very lucky woman.
Like wining the lottery or some shit.
He grinned, “I fuckin stutter or are you hard of hearin?”
“She’s nobodies girl, I know for a fact she doesn’t have a man.”
“Doesn’t have a man, then who the fuck am I, huh?”
“Some fuckin nut, how the fuck should I know? Why don’t you fuckin enlighten me, who the hell are you? Why the fuck are you-”
“Nah, see you’re gonna answer my question, unless you want me to blow your fuckin brains out now. I’m good with whatever.”
A light came on inside the apartment, silencing both men. Cerulean eyes cut to the illuminated blinds, jamming his gun harder against the man’s neck, a voiceless threat to stay quiet.
Time for a change of location, he didn’t want his baby to see him outside her apartment ready to paint her window with blood. First impressions were everything, after all, and considering he’d never tried to acquire a woman, (bitches didn’t count), he needed time to figure out how the hell he wanted to go about starting their relationship.
His first impulse, pick the flimsy lock on her door and cart her off into the night, wasn’t gonna happen tonight.
Besides, he had a feeling Sasuke wasn’t gonna like that idea anyway, and Naruto was trying to be more ‘responsible’ in his madness. Sasuke had gotten him out of a number of sticky situations, cleaning up his shit storms when his harebrained schemes went to hell in a hand basket, with a pretty impressive efficiency, but even he had his limits.
Kidnapping was a harder charge to shake.
Naruto knew from experience.
“You and me, we’re gonna take a little walk, yeah?” he whispered.
He grabbed a handful of the man’s coat, and spun him roughly away from his girl’s house.
He gave him a hard shove, “move. You run and I’ll blow your fucking knee caps out, drag your ass home and show you my basement.”
A brief hesitation and then the man started moving, warning, “you’re making a big mistake. I work for a very powerful man. You kill me, there won’t be a place in the world for you to hide.”
Was that a fuckin joke?
Clearly he didn’t know who Naruto was, there wasn’t a soul alive that put fear in his black heart. He spent the last decade crafting a world where he resided on top, and if ever there was situation in which he wasn’t, well, he had hostile take-overs down to an art from.
Naruto Uzumaki was not a man to be trifled with.
Guess he was gonna get to use that wire after all.
He grinned at his hostage, a nasty curvature the man should be grateful he couldn’t see, “you must not be from around here, huh?” yawning emptiness leeched life from his glittering blue depths, erasing the smile from his lips, “I don’t give a fuck who you are, who you work for, what bitch made set you claim, you get near my girl, you answer to me.”
And that went for any and everybody.
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Nineteen-year-old Hinata listened out for any other sounds, her heart a slightly elevated thumping.
The dark haired beauty stood with her ear pressed to her back door, straining to hear the low tones she though she heard as she washed dishes in her little kitchen.
She didn’t live in a particularly terrible neighborhood, but it was far from an upstanding part of the city.
She peaked through a small hole in her blinds in back and saw nothing, she moved to the front and checked. It was dark but she could see two shadows shaped like men, walking away from her duplex building, the taller of the two following close behind a shorter one. It almost looked like the bigger guy had the smaller one by the back of his coat, but she couldn’t be sure. Her neighbor was a nice person, really kind and welcoming but had a lot of guests at all times of the night. It wasn't abnormal to see people coming and going.
Still, she double checked the lock that held her windows closed and pulled the blinds as tight as possible, then wandered into the living room.
She turned off the lights but left the one in the kitchen on.
She grabbed a quick shower, put on an old t-shirt and a pair of panties and bedded down for the night, snuggling wearily beneath the purple quilt on her twin bed. She was tired, so tired, but happy she’d gotten a call in. Hinata had signed up for floating hours a week ago, hoping she got lucky and received a call in for much needed extra hours, though she had specified she didn’t want to do night shifts, let alone dead of night shifts but…
She needed the money.
She needed it bad.
Drawing in a deep breath, Hinata closed her eyes, willing her stressed train of thought to cease so she could sleep.
There wasn’t anything she could do right now.
Tomorrow she could stress and worry, right now she needed to gather strength for that.
A yawn passed her lips.
She’d call Ino in the morning, maybe her blonde bestie could help.
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Man! I got carried tf away, lol, wasn ’t supposed to be this long of a chapter, but oh well. Hope you all enjoyed!
Naruto ’s kidnapping didn’t go as planned, time for plan B.
I ’m sleepy af, it’s almost 5 am.
Goodnight all. Don ’t forget to review.
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