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Chapter Six
Sasuke ’s New Headache

※⊷Sasuke⊶※

March 21, 2012

Unannounced absences were like the ringing of alarm bells.
Any time his deranged bestfriend went missing, Sasuke automatically assumed the worse. Naruto had only ghosted him three times in their lives, and each time he reemerged, a shit storm of epic proportions usually followed.
The very first time Naruto dropped off the face of the Earth, was by far the worse.
July 2, 2000, a date forever etched into his mind.
The day Naruto flipped shit in the middle of class, scarred and scared two classrooms full of students and ended the teaching career of a beloved faculty member, Iruka Umino.
Led from Iruka’s class in cuffs, Naruto disappeared.
Fucking gone without a word, without a trace.
At first, Sasuke though he’d been officially arrested and taken straight into police custody from Principal Danzo’s office, but as days turned into weeks, weeks morphed into months, and months crept into years without a sign of Naruto, Sasuke had to face the reality that his bestfriend was actually gone.
How?
Why?
He didn’t know.
One thing he knew for sure, foul play had to have been involved.
He and Naruto were thick as thieves, two goddamn brothers in every way that mattered.
He’d never just up and leave Sasuke, not without telling him what the fuck was going on, or where the fuck he was going.
That’s not how they rolled.
That’s not how they did shit.
The only way that could’ve happen was if Naruto was six feet under, and Sasuke refused to entertain that possibility.
Determined to find out what happened, Sasuke spent a large amount of their nearly six years apart searching high and low for the missing juvenile, kicking up a fuss to any adult he thought could give him information, digging through any evidence he could find when he was old enough.
Fine tuning his search when he became an adult.
Nothing.
Until…
Six Years Ago
In the middle of a quiet night, twenty-one year old Sasuke gazed up at the ceiling, his ears tuned and straining to monitor his living room from the comfort of his bed.
Something had woken him up.
A low shuffling sound piercing his slumber.
He was a notoriously light sleeper, his mind never really relaxing. It was a defense mechanism he ’d developed in his childhood years and carried over into adulthood. He listened for another six minutes, and just as he was about to chalk the noise up to a figment of his paranoid mind, a single footstep on squeak floorboard disabused him of that notion.
Eyes fused to the dark hall through his open bedroom door, Sasuke silently slid to the edge of the bed, not once taking his gaze from the empty hall as reached over to his nightstand table.
He pulled the top dresser out just enough to slip his hand in and grab what he needed.
His gun lay atop the neatly stacked papers in the drawer.
Locked and fully load.
He clicked off the safety and stood.
He tip toed soft footed to his door, pressed his back to the hallway wall and again, listened for the intruder as he moved closer.
A minute passed.
Two minutes.
His fridge opened.
Kitchen.
He rounded the corner, gun leading the way as he made short work of the stairs. He crossed his living room and again, put back to wall, just outside the archway of his kitchen.
Calm and composed, cold as ice, Sasuke waited.
Two and a half minutes later, a tall dark figure stepped through the archway. It was a man, somewhat beefy in stature, an inch or two taller than him. He was dressed entirely in black, his head covered with a dark beanie.
Sasuke moved as the man passed by him, raising the gun and pressing it to the back of his cranium.
“Don’t fuckin’ move,” he commanded, “hands up.”
The man ’s head tilted, but he didn’t comply.
“You think I’m fuckin’ around?” he asked, pressed the gun harder to his head, “put your goddamn hands-”
Trying to reason with this intruder was what fucked him. It was easy to assume when you were the one with the gun, you were the one that could end a life with a single squeeze of the trigger, that you were thus the one in control.
The intruder put that notion to bed.
The tall man crouched abruptly, found his abdomen with the blunt force of an elbow, then hooked him across the jaw hard enough to send him crashing through his living room table and his gun flying into the ether.
Hardwood snapped beneath him, glass shattering.
Slightly dazed, Sasuke braced as the intruder walked towards him, though he had the presence of mind to find a new weapon. Wrapping his hand around a shard of glass, he waited for the guy to get in range of a quick strike to the throat.
“Ah shit, Sasuke, wasn’t tryna fuck ya living room up, dattebayo,” the man said, crouching next to him.
His world ground to a halt as the words, cadence and tone filled his ears.
For the first time since this ordeal started, Sasuke ’s heart started pounding. The booming drum of his pulse crashing through his veins was deafening, anxiety tied his insides into knots. He was shaking, frozen in place laid out on his broken table, but quaking as though he were naked in a snow storm. His mind was telling him the impossible, screaming it at him, but he couldn’t reconcile that reality with his current one.
He had to be fuckin dreaming again.
“Come on, asshole, I didn’t hit you that hard,” the man that was most likely his missing best-goddamn-friend huffed, “get the fuck up, drama queen.”
It was him.
No denying it.
This was reality.
Naruto Uzumaki had broken into his goddamn house in the middle of night, skulked around his apartment, rifled around his fridge, socked him in the face, destroyed his fuckin antic coffee table and was currently, casually, shootin the shit with him like the last six years hadn't happened.
Like he hadn ’t dropped off the face of the earth and left Sasuke alone!
Jaw flexing, Sasuke sat up gingerly, glass still in hand, glaring murderously into familiar blue eyes.
“Awww, come on man, really? You’re really gonna stab me with that?” Naruto pouted dryly.
He really fucking wanted to!
Dropping the glass, he settled for a hook of his own, knocking the blonde on his ass, the impact of his fist connecting with hard jaw painful for both parties. The beanie went flying, and even in the moonlight slitted darkness, Naruto ’s wild, blonde mane shinned. His chest hurt so fucking bad as he took in their sunny vibrancy, as he looked again at those vivid cerulean eyes, as he stared at the face of an adult version of his soul brother.
More angry (hurt) than he had ever been in his life since losing his family, filled to the brim with a rage he could barely stand, Sasuke fought the urge to hit him again.
“Damn, Sasuke,” Naruto muttered, wiping blood from his nose, “why the fuck-”
“Where the fuck have you been?!” he shouted.
His resounding voice gave the blonde pause.
Raising a single blonde brow, Naruto shifted his piercing gaze over the enraged male.
Sasuke almost never shouted, there were very few situations that could push him that far. That he was doing so now spoke volumes.
“Knew you were gonna be mad,” the blonde muttered beneath his breath.
Sasuke stared at him incredulously.
“Why the fuck wouldn’t I be you goddamn IDIOT!” he seethed, “how the fuck is it ‘us against the world’ if you fucking disappear!?”
“Didn’t really have time to explain back then, ya know? Shit just kinda…popped off outta nowhere,” Naruto explained, ruffling the shaggy blonde locks in a way Sasuke hadn’t seen in nearly six years.
It was the only give away that Naruto felt anything remotely close to guilt, and considering the blonde rarely experienced the sensation that he had done something wrong or cared if he upset anyone, Sasuke included, that alone was enough to sooth his ire …slightly.
“I came to explain,‘ttebayo.”
He came to explain ?
“And you thought a good way to do that was by breaking into in my fuckin house in the middle of the fuckin night?! Why not knock on the front door like a normal human being, dumbass!”
“When the fuck have I ever been normal,” Naruto replied, waving a dismissive hand.
As he stared incredulously at the other man, a trickle of amusement crept into the cauldron of emotion writhing in his chest.
His response was so…Naruto.
He ’d grown.
He was an adult now.
No longer a scrawny growing teen but a hulking mass of a man, and yet.
At his core.
He was still Naruto .
Adrenaline junkie, risk taker, always thinking as far outside the box as humanly possible.
With a heavy sigh, Sasuke got up, wincing as his back protested the movement. He hit a nearby switch, flooding the living room in much needed light.
They stared at each other, silently noting changes, lingering on what remained from their past.
Sasuke crossed the room, reaching out a hand to his friend.
Grinning like an idiot, Naruto took it …
And that was that.
Sasuke had suddenly found his brother from another mother again, and from there, it was as if nothing had changed, their connection returned with a vengeance. His partner in crime had reclaimed his place and fuck, had he returned with an emphasis on the crime.
It was a few years later before Naruto went missing again, however this one was a lot less nefarious as the first time, stemming from incarceration in an overseas prison.
There were places in the world you never want to get locked up in, Naruto found that out the hard way.
Sasuke still owed favors to the people that helped him extract the blonde from that stint.
The next time he went MIA, they found him tied up in the basement of some big shot drug lord who’s brother Naruto offed.
Sasuke ranked that in the top five times Naruto had come frighteningly close to death.
He spent a month being starved and tortured, knocking on the door of the afterlife by the time anyone was able to find and rescue him. When they pulled him out, Sasuke hadn’t known how he was still breathing. Naruto was a mess, a collection of broken bones, deep gashes and vicious bruises littering his tanned skin, three lines carved on both of his once smooth cheeks and yet the unhinged blonde demanded to be taken back so he could ‘settle this shit’ with his tormentors. Spitting blood as he made the unreasonable command, fighting the medical personnel with more strength than his starved body should have been able to produce.
If the devil existed, that day, his name was Naruto Uzumaki.
Bloody and spewing a wrathful hatred too vile to be contained in his broken body; dangling on the edge of death but fighting to ‘even the score’ on his way to Hell. Naruto had tossed aside the private EMTs treating his wounds, tearing a ligament that had barely been hanging on in his left shoulder during the struggle, remaining scarily unaffected by what had to be significant agony as he roared for them to turn the boat around.
Naruto hadn’t stopped until Sasuke promised they’d go after the drug lord later, when they were sure the blonde wasn’t going to need a body bag and a toe tag.
“I die, you fucking kill him the way I woulda,” Naruto had growled, then proceeded to describe every sick, twisted act he had planned, acts that turned even Sasuke’s stomach.
It seemed to soothe him enough to let the medics work on saving his life.
And so, Sasuke had sat next to the battered man, listening to what had to be the to-do list of Satan himself.
Naruto’s tormentor knew full well what type of crazy he’d riled, and knew the moment Naruto was rescued, the blonde sociopath would be gunning for him, because after that day, there was no trace of the drug lord.
He’d gone underground and was determined to stay there.
Even ‘Old Man Crippled’ as Naruto called him, came up empty.
An impressive feat to be able to hide from the eyes and ears of Danzo.
A cold trail hadn’t deterred Naruto in the least.
Hard-headed tenacity was his specialty, he loved a challenge, even more so when it ended in bloodshed, four years later and he was still on the hunt for the bastard.
It wasn’t the torture that pissed him off, shockingly.
In fact, Naruto often recounted the gory details of his suffering like it was a badge of honor, showing admiration for the brutal techniques they’d used on him, laughing heartily when he recounted how annoyed his tormentors got when he cracked jokes in between beatings. Though the crazed man took the pain in stride, he still planned to return that pain tenfold to those involved. Even if he didn’t want to (he absolutely did want to), he didn’t have a choice not to.
Retaliation was not only a matter of respect, it was a necessary practice of business. In their field of illicit dealings, someone hits you, you hit back ten times harder or be known as a bitch.
And you don’t want to be known as anyone’s bitch.
Not in their world.
That aside, a little bit of torture wasn’t what had him frothing at the mouth, vowing revenge. Naruto was driven by a certain type of power dynamic, a way in which he saw the world and allowed it to interact with him.
The drug lord made the grave mistake of shitting all over that dynamic.
There was an imbalance in the blonde’s head now, one that would never be set to rights until he found the offender and tipped the scales back in his favor.
He wouldn’t stop until he did.
Since that kidnapping, Naruto hadn’t disappeared again, at least, until now.
Sasuke hadn’t had contact with him in over a week and it wasn’t from lack of trying.
He’d been blowing up his cell phone, burner phone, house phone and any other communication mildly connected to Naruto.
Not a peep.
No one had seen him since the Hiruzen job.
No one had heard from him.
No circulating rumors about him being kidnapped again, no collect call from a correction facility, no record of him at the hospital, just radio silence.
Until today.
An unaccounted for barrel found in the Shed.
Shizuka sent out on ‘surveillance’ per Naruto’s orders.
He didn’t know what the fuck was going on, but he wasn’t leaving until he found out.
Sasuke stepped from his sleek Lexus LC 500, shut the door with controlled anger and glared at the modestly luxurious home.
Well, as modest as a 6 million dollar compound could be.
In light of what Naruto could actually afford, this was pretty damn tame. Naruto wasn’t a flashy guy, at least, not in the traditional sense.
He was selective about it.
He liked making a stir (on the news), he liked being a big deal, but he was so fucking paranoid that he often kept his exploits to an elaborate minimum, holding his cards close to his chest, running a tight ship that only he could navigate. It was a smart move considering the nature of their illicit activities, but it was a choice made by instinct rather than cold hard calculations.
Recklessness was his default on the best of days, after all.
And so, instinct had led the blonde to carve out a nook far from city life and easy scrutiny.
Tucked away behind a high smooth stoned fence equipped with a state of the art surveillance system and a massive reinforced gate, the contemporary style structure was divided into five, interconnected buildings. On the left, a rounded ceiling, two bed and bath, two-story house, and on the far right, it’s identical twin. They functioned as lookout points, and first line of defense, attached by L shaped halls that led to the inner courtyard.
Nestled between, but slightly behind the lookout points, surrounded by a wall half the size of the outer wall protecting the property, was the main house. A five bedroom, six bathroom, three story, 6,500 sq ft residence that was not only where Naruto resided, but acted somewhat as a designated gathering hub. Two separate car garages, attached on either side were built to stretch beyond the courtyard wall.
Behind the main was a luxurious pool only accessed from the second floor of the main home, a modest pool house beneath the glass floor pool and two more building that appeared more like generic structures, than homes, bracketed either side of the pool area, their front windows facing the water on either side.
The entire compound gave off a fortress type vibe, constructed to withstand modern day sieges by swat teams rather than boast frivolous glamor. High concrete walls painted a grayish blue, glinting steel sliding panels, shinny reflective ballistic glass windows that couldn’t be seen through from the outside, and if that wasn’t enough, were equipped with retractable steel shutters.
This was Naruto’s legal home, paid for on the up and up.
The penthouse and other properties didn’t exist far as bank records and financial statements could prove.
A shiny, caviar black Lexus RX500h F Sport Performance SUV sat parked on the circular driveway near the west building.
He was home, he had to be.
Nobody touched Naruto’s personal vehicles but him.
That was rule number one.
He jogged up the steps to the main house, the door opening before he reached the top.
Zabuza was on door watch today.
Wearing his usual black sleeveless muscle shirt, dark cargo pants, half mask up to his nose, semi-auto strapped to his back, traditional bad attitude on display, the shaggy haired brunette didn’t offer a greeting as he shut the door behind Sasuke.
Not that Sasuke ever looked for one.
There were quite a few cheery underlings that welcomed guests like they were a greeter at Walmart, but big, towering, ‘I eat children for breakfast’ Zabuza wasn’t among them.
“Bossman’s in the weight room,” Zabuza grunted.
The wide foyer beyond the entrance sectioned off into two archways, left and right, and straight across from the double door entrance was another set of glass double doors. Sasuke stepped through the open double doors, passing through an elaborate living room, up a winding staircase and down the hall to Naruto’s weight room.
Music blasted him well before he reached the door.
Inside, Naruto was hard at work, benching 210lb in smooth, sedate reps. Sasuke figured he was on at least his third set as his blonde locks were dripping sweat, his naked torso and colorful body art glistened, and his rapt cerulean gaze held a zoned-in focus he recognized.
Music was blasting from the surround sound and a manila folder packed to the brim lay on the floor next to the bench press.
Gone for a whole fucking week with no word and yet here he was.
Working out.
Casual as all fuck.
Not a care in the goddamn world.
“Hey Alexa,” Sasuke shouted, “shut the fuck up!”
“…okay, pausing playlist,” Alexa’s robotic voice responded.
The ensuing silence was deafening. Not even remotely bothered, Naruto continued his set, his low grunts replacing the booming music.
Brow twitching, Sasuke crossed the room, jaw popping as he glared at his eternal pain in the ass.
“You wanna enlighten me as to who the fuck you have dissolving in the Shack, where the hell you’ve been for a week and why you sent Shizuka to stake out some crummy ass duplex?”
Naruto pumped one last time, set the bar on the hook rests and sat up. The bulky twenty-seven year old was thrumming a spiked energy Sasuke usually only felt when he was fresh from a kill or after a few lines of the finest snow.
“I’m in love, dattebayo.”
A quick yank and Sasuke felt his brain unplug.
He stared at his best friend of twenty-three years, wondering what in the actual fuck he was talking about. He didn’t look loaded, nor wasted, but something had to be off.
“You’re fucked up aren’t you?” he asked, moving closer to inspect his clear blue eyes, “you been rolling Angel Dust again?”
“Fuck no,” the blonde snorted derisively, “you know I don’t fuck with that shit anymore. That shit is shit.”
If that wasn’t the biggest goddamn understatement of the century.
PCP was a hell of a drug.
Giving a crazy drug to a homicidal nutcase was an atomic disaster in the middle of a shit storm just waiting to happen, as they had unfortunately learned. Naruto rolled a joint with it once, had a bad trip and spent a year in prison, a gross miscarriage of justice considering the offense. By all accounts, Naruto should still be rotting behind bars.
He had a few key factors working in his favor.
Sasuke was a damn good lawyer, and Naruto had both the money and influence to ensure the law worked for him.
That’s how justice worked. You got away as long as you could pay. That said, neither he nor Naruto were keen to repeat that fiasco.
Naruto didn’t fuck with PCP anymore.
Once was enough.
“Then what in the fuck are you talking about, dobe?”
“I just told you,” he replied, scooping up the file from the floor and enunciating, “I am in fucking love, shit-head,” he tossed the heavy sleeve of papers to his personal lawyer, “meet my future baby mama, Hinata.”
Sasuke nearly dropped the folder, blown away all over again. The words coming out of the blonde's mouth failing to make any goddamn sense.
Maybe Naruto was having a psychotic break…
Taking a breath, Sasuke pumped the brakes in an effort to get a clear picture of the current madness he'd walked into, "alright, back up a minute, tell me how you met this girl.”
“Was out huntin’ Jūgo right? Bus rolls up and she got off right at midnight, ‘ttebayo. Fucking full, on the dot midnight, full moon blazing behind her, ya know.”
Sasuke stifled a sigh.
Ever since the night he discovered killing made his black heart happy, Naruto had been obsessed with full moons. Anything that happened when that celestial body was whole and shinning was ordained by the night Gods of Hell, at least according to the crazy blonde.
Fate, destiny, and now apparently love, all that shit was tied to midnight moonlight.
“Don’t give me that goddamn look, this is legit,” he insisted, “met her the night I did the Hiruzen job, while I was out huntin' Jūgo. You know how long I been after that piece of shit, how bad I wanted this kill. I had to make a choice, gut him and lose her, or go after her and lose the hunt. Everything in me was screaming for her. Went with my gut and got blessed. Got a kill that topped me off better than Jūgo would've. She had a stalker, found him creepin’ ‘round her house when I-”
His brow twitched, “you followed this girl home.”
“Fuck yeah I did. You didn’t see her, Sasuke,” he enthused, manic excitement lighting his oceanic depths, “she's got these pearly eyes that look just like the moon, they’re kinda purplish when you really look, and every time I see em’ I get this rush, and it’s like reliving my first kill all over again. And she’s fucking gorgeous. Her hair’s thick and long, all the way down her back, dark as a black-hole with these violet highlights that makes it look like a night sky. Skin all smooth and pretty like coke. She’s little, tiny little thing with the biggest fuckin titties, fattest ass, fuck,” he ran tattooed hands over his face, “can’t stop thinking about her, ya know? She gives me that high, Sasuke. I haven’t killed any-damn-body since that guy at her house, no coke, nothing and I’m fuckin high.”
Sasuke blinked.
He had still held out hope this was all just a bad trip, but Naruto actually looked and sounded…smitten.
Feeling like he had fallen into an alternate dimension where Naruto Uzumaki suddenly had the capacity to feel anything remotely close to romantic love, Sasuke opened the file and stared down at the pictures of Naruto’s first and only crush.
The moment he looked at the flood of pictures he realized where Naruto had been.
Why he sent Shizuka to a crummy duplex.
Naruto spent the last week stalking the young woman.
Every picture was taken from a distance and in places that offered cover from onlookers. Inside his SUV, through wooden panels of an old fence, behind the windows of a diner from across the street, blurry images taken through really tiny holes in her blinds at night.
Some focused in on her face; eyes in particular.
A few on her lush…
Assets…
…Naruto had always been an ass guy.
Under the pictures were documents; a thorough background check, a copy of her birth certificate, her entire family tree, her work schedule and a plethora of other information he had no business having. A few of the details gave Sasuke pause. He must of called in Shino for these details, came home to read over it and sent Shizuka to continue stalking in his place.
“...ollowed her to work that night, sat in a bar waiting for her to get off,” he frowned, that empty look that made Sasuke sweat touching his face, “some guy walked her to the bus stop, one of her horny assed co-worker,” his jaw ticked, big hands flexing as though wrapped around the co-workers neck, "always got some fuckin excuse to put his fuckin hands on her. He's done. Planned on picking him up, cuttin his hands off and shoving em’ up his ass few days ago, but she ain’t been on shift with him the last three days and I didn’t have time to follow his ass too,” he explained, “Shino’s lookin him up though.”
This was already getting out of control.
In the span of a week, Naruto had caught one body over this female and was looking to add more. Sasuke knew he wasn’t going to stop with just this co-worker. If anyone else got handsy with the girl, he’d rinse and repeat the process as many times as he saw fit.
“Anyway, when she got home, she had some fuckin weirdo snooping around her back window. Hemmed his ass up, took him to the Shed, found out why he was there and put em’ in a barrel when I was done,” smoothing a hand across his tatted abdominals, he grinned, a cruel stretching of his lips and bared teeth, “wasn’t my kill originally but the way it played out, might as well have been. He was a real piece of shit, real fuckin cocky and full of himself all the way to the fuckin end.He found and struggled like a goddamn angry cat, put up a decent fight,” he lifted his bright orange basketball shorts and pointed at his muscular upper thigh where his skin was knitted together by thin black sutures he knew Naruto had done himself, “slept like a goddamn baby that night. Almost as good as the first night I started killin'. So let's be real, after everything that happened that night; met her on a full moon and she's got eyes just like one, sexiest woman I've ever seen in my fuckin life and the only one I've ever lost my fuckin shit over, lost a hunt I been workin for months but found a better one chasing after her, and all the shit that's in her file is just my type of fucked up. You still gonna act like this ain’t fuckin destiny or some shit?”
Or some shit was pretty accurate…
Sasuke closed the folder and tossed it on the bench.
He took a breath.
Alright, how in the fuck was he gonna handle this?
He was dealing with a budding yandere here…
From what he’d read in manga as a kid, the best way to keep yourself and others safe from a yandere was to… stay the fuck out of their way.
He had a funny feeling that shit wasn’t going to work out well in this situation. Naruto was black force energy, he didn’t give two shits who he had to mow down, what death defying stunt he had to pull to get what he wanted, but leaving him unchecked would only escalate his current behavior. Sasuke didn’t have the luxury of letting this, whatever this was, run it’s course.
Left unchecked, Naruto would destroy everything they’d worked towards for the last seven years.
“What happened to ‘I’d rather be loaded than in love. Gimme a line and I’m straight’,” he quoted.
“That was about Shizuka,” the blonde shrugged.
“Surprised you sent her to stalk your…” he frowned, raising his fingers to air quote, “…‘future baby mama’.”
“Why the hell wouldn’t I send her? She always does surveillance.”
Shaking his head, Sasuke sighed, “you do know she’s still in love with you.”
“The fuck does that have to do with me? We fucked one time, I was coked up and horny. No idea why the fuck she’s all up in her feelings about it. She knows I don’t do the feelings shit.”
“Until now apparently.”
“This isn’t feelings, asshole. This is fate, soulmate shit, ya know?”
“Whatever, I’m just saying, Shizuka’s catty, bitchy and petty. She probably already clued into the fact that you're interested in more than a quick fuck with Hinata. You put Shizuka around her, she might-”
“She knows better,” he replied, the look in his eyes as frightening as the flatness of his voice.
There was truth to that. Naruto would break her into pieces if she stepped out of line. She’d wish she was dead long before he was done with her.
Shizuka could be a bitch, but she wasn’t stupid.
“Okay," Sasuke began, getting down to business, "let’s say you are in love, how you playing this?”
“Playing what?”
A single dark brow arched, Sasuke gave him a look that asked 'isn't it obvious?', only to get one back that said 'what the fuck are you talking about?'.
Exhaling, he clarified, "how the fuck are you gonna convince her to…be your ‘future baby mama’,” again finger quoting the phrase, “let alone stay with you once she finds out you’re a goddamn nutcase.”
“You act like I can't play normal,” the blonde dismissed, scratching his abdomen, “and why the fuck do I need to convince her of shit anyway?” he cut dangerously glinting eyes to Sasuke, “I want her, what the fuck else is there to talk about? Got plenty of room for her here, shit’s locked up tight, how the fuck would she get out? I’ll just-”
“Don’t even think about it,” Sasuke snapped, pointing at the bulging file, “she’s not a complete nobody. You can’t kidnap her, last thing we need is more heat. You bring attention to us you can kiss our plans and our freedom goodbye. We’ll have the feds up our asses faster than you can blink. They’re already antsy, Danzo can only do so much with the law if you keep dabbling in extracurricular activities.”
He didn’t like that, Sasuke could see the impatience hardening his face.
He shifted gears.
“Romance her, dobe. Get her so wrapped up in you she won’t wanna leave no matter how batshit crazy you get.”
“Romance…” he hummed, as though the word was foreign.
Before today, Sasuke had assumed that word was completely alien to Naruto.
Thinking of his own wife, Sasuke dug into his own experience with romance, "you know, make her like you, find out what makes her tick and capitalize on it.”
As though something had clicked, Naruto slowly grinned.
Sasuke didn’t like it.
“Like hunting, yeah?”
No.
“Uh, sort of, but not-”
“That actually sounds way more fun than what I was planning, ‘ttebayo. Just gotta get the right leverage and she’ll be eating outta my hand,” he stood, something frilly pink dangling from his pocket, “thanks for the advice, Sasuke.”
Sasuke stood apprehensive as the tall blonde passed him by, slapping a friendly hand to his shoulder…
Fuck…

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The sharp screech of an alarm clock rent the early morning hush, rousing a very tired waitress from her slumber.
Hinata sighed---a heavily resigned sound---before reluctantly lifting her protesting eyelids.
Dim sunlight, peaking cheerfully through her blinds, stung her drowsy eyes. Grimacing, she reached over and pressed a button on the digital clock on her nightstand, silencing the awful, but effective, buzzing. Rising from the comfort of her pillow, Hinata lifted both arms to the ceiling, humming appreciatively as her muscles stretched, a languid exhale leaving her lips.
She gazed sluggishly around her small bedroom, her brain slowly coming online.
It truly wasn’t much. Half the size of her living room. Tan carpet, eggshell colored walls, a wooden dresser placed against the wall right beside her bathroom door, a small flat screen perched on a smaller dresser in front of her bed, and a few miscellaneous items scattered here and there.
For Hinata, this small room was plenty.
Feeling as though she’d stalled enough, Hinata climbed from her lilac sheets and heavy magenta comforter and padded into the bathroom.
She brushed her teeth and made quick work of the shower then returned wrapped in a fluffy towel. She opened the top drawer beneath her TV with a gentle yank, quietly assessing her modest collection of silk and cotton bras and panties with a critical eye.
A small frown tugged her lips.
Maybe she should invest in a home washer and dryer…
Every Tuesday afternoon, she took her dirty clothes down to the local laundry mat, washed, dried and folded them up, returned home and put them back in her drawer, nothing innocuous, nothing abnormal, but somehow, someway, every once in a while, an article of clothing would go missing. This wasn’t totally out of the ordinary, she had lost undergarments, shirts, and socks to machines since she started washing her own clothes. Everyone she knew did too, thus was the great mystery of washing clothes, but lately, that great mystery had reared it’s head more than it ever had, focusing exclusively on her panties. Instead of the occasional, absent clothing this last laundry trip, she had lost three pairs in one week and that was very unusual. Two plain Jane cotton and her favorite frilly pink silk ones Ino bought her for Christmas last year.
Maybe she's been careless and dropped her undergarment either on the way to the laundry mat or coming back from it and hadn’t noticed.
Despite her currently isolated state, her face burned.
If she really did drop her…unmentionables out on a public street she prayed nobody had been around to see it was her.
She knew several people at her laundry mat, she would never live it down.
She sighed.
As embarrassing as it was, missing panties was the least of her troubles. Rent was due in less than ten days and she was nearly forty-nine thousand four hundred yen short. She should probably save her worry for more important issues.
Even with today’s extra shift, she wasn’t going to make it.
She might…have to give Ino’s suggestion some serious thought. Clutching the towel to her chest as though some unseen person would take it away, Hinata willed her stomach not to churn.
She knew Ino meant well but…
She didn’t know if this was the right thing for her.
Shaking her head clear, she grabbed a pair of plain cotton, a bra, then ducked into her closet for her uniform. A vintage style, short sleeved, knee length dress; soft pink with a white collar and sleeves. She knew most restaurant had moved on to more modern unisex uniforms, but Hinata liked the classic diner ensemble. She slipped on ankle socks, put on her shoes, gave her locks a brush, and was out the door.
She checked her phone for job listings on the bus, depression settling on her shoulders as she read, over and over, the one requirement she didn’t have.
High school diploma or equivalent.
Defeated, Hinata hit the power button and tucked her phone back inside her front pocket.
Instead, she gazed out at the buildings whizzing by, wondering what her life would have been like had she made different decisions.
She got off at her stop a few blocks from Teuchi’s with ten minutes to spare and walked the short distance to the ramen shop. Kiba-kun wasn’t on shift today, so she was stuck walking solo, not that it bothered her really.
It was far safer walking in daylight hours than alone at night.
Besides, she could handle herself, she had proven that in the most…
…extreme way possible hadn’t she?
She shook her head, curbing her thoughts, focusing instead on navigating sidewalk traffic and paying attention to her surrounds. Maybe she was being paranoid, but lately, she felt like she was being watched. Nothing really stood out to her, but that needling sensation on her neck refused to be ignored. While she couldn't prove anyone was following her around, she felt better having her guard up. Just in case.
Teuchi’s was pretty busy this morning, quite a few booths full, the drone of conversation loud and steady through out the restaurant. She waved at a few her regular customers, smiling serenely at an elderly couple. Nodding at a group of girls her age as she headed to the back for her apron, something caught her cursory glance around.
A man sat in her serving section.
His back was turned so she couldn’t see his face, but what held her captive was his broad shoulders and wild mane of blonde hair.
She was sure he was new.
New customers could be a bit difficult to handle, you never knew what type of person you would encounter. This man was large, his broad shoulders a bit…intimidating.
But looks could be deceiving.
Maybe he was a really nice man.
She hoped so.
Positive thought in mind, Hinata continued to the kitchens for her apron.
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Happy Halloween everyone! I hope you all enjoyed the chapter!
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