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Chapter List
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Chapter Eight
Nine

༒༻𝕹𝖆𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖔༺༒

March 22, 2012
To say he was pissed that his woman had the fucking gall to waltzed her ass into a fuckin strip club looking to bounce around butt ass naked in front of other men for money, while carrying the equivalent of a few hours twirling the pole in the form of his disgustingly excessive tip in her purse, was like describing freshly ruptured volcanic lava as lukewarm and harmless.
Naruto Uzumaki was a level of heated the fucking sun would envy.
Back pressed against the brick wall of Ruby Tips, fingers twitching around the heavy metal dangling in his right hand, Naruto stood motionless just around the corner from the object of his obsession, barely able to hear her side of the conversation over the rage roaring in his ears. He listened, gritting his teeth, seething as she bitched to her friend about getting cold feet and, unbeknownst to her, saving the gritty titty bar from a free remodeling courtesy of his Glock 19 and herself from getting up close and personal with the inside of his trunk.
His mouth tightened, painting a harsh sneer across his lips.
Part of him wanted to wring her pretty little neck for stepping foot in the club.
An even bigger part was itching to toss her over his shoulder, haul ass home and lock her down in the compound; fuck Sasuke and his pussyfoot romance bullshit.
That was exactly what he planned to do the moment he spotted her at the club doors and cut a hard u-turn that nearly ran a minivan off the road.
It was the only plan that made any fucking sense to him as he screeched to a halt in the darkened side alley next to Ruby Tips, threw his SUV in park-engine still running, and flipped the safety off his pistol. Had she not stumbled out of the darkened door a beat before he reached the cheap, flashy awning adorning the entrance, shit would have gone down helluva lot differently than it was about to now.
“I don’t know how I’ll get the money,” she murmured into the phone, so low he had to strain to hear, “but…I just…I don’t think I can do…this.”
Damn fuckin right she couldn’t.
He’d burn every strip club in the city to the ground before he let it happen.
He ran a contemplative thumb across the steel in his hand, glaring into the distance as his jaw clenched and that fiery buzzing in his head cranked a notch higher. Black violence pooled in his gut, acrid coils writhing inside the cage of his abdominals.
If she wanted to strip for a man, she’d strip it for him.
And if she wasn’t putting on a show for him, she’d keep her fuckin’ clothes on.
She belonged to him, whether she knew it or not, whether she wanted to or not, and he’d be damned if he let her show more than her smile to another man and with amount of fury clawing his insides, even that was more than he could stomach.
“-really good tip today,” she continued, her voice beginning to trail as she paced away, “and it’s nearly half of what I need for this month’s rent, I just need to come up with the rest and I think…”
Naruto scowled at the surrounding darkness, his mind shifting gears to what he knew about her living situation.
She was an ‘under the table’ tenant, so he didn’t know exactly how much she paid for her place, but even though he was sure her landlady jacked up the price since it wasn’t on the books, he assumed her part of that shitty duplex couldn’t cost much in the long run.
Shino’s preliminary report included the legal price of her one bedroom.
Naruto wiped his ass with the chump change of the normal rental cost, more over, he gave her half of one month’s legal rent in that tip earlier, and from all accounts his soon-to-be significant other busted her ass every week to make ends meet.
She didn’t spend money recklessly.
She clipped fuckin coupons and scanned the paper for sales.
And still, somehow, some fuckin way, she was still short.
Naruto knew the game.
He knew what kinda leverage these deals gave landlords, and he knew how it could be used.
He’d done it himself.
Which meant, her bitch of a landlady was either milking his girl for all she could get or setting her up for something else.
Regardless of whatever the fuck was going on, Naruto added a visit to her landlady to his to-do list.
In the mean time, if Hinata needed money, she’d get it from him, not Genma and his fuckin strip club.
His clenched jaw tightened another fraction, teeth grinding as the homicidal fringes of his temper peaked.
The thought of Genma, of anyone, ever getting a view of her that Naruto had yet to get, was fuckin maddening. It fanned the simmering flames of his fury and burned something hellish in the pit of his stomach.
A putrid burn he’d never felt before.
Liquid fury scorched like acid in his veins, the festering inferno that was his rage roiled within the confines of his tension laced body, one threadbare trigger away from eruption.
Rage had always been his favorite high, his favorite pass time, his go to response.
So ingrained in him that he flipped shit and made it everybody else’s problem as regularly as he took a shit.
It was easy.
It was fun.
It was as much a part of his life as breathing, and the side effects were always spectacular.
Broken bones.
Broken hearts.
Broken wills.
He relished every chance he got to vent his endless well of murderous ferocity in any capacity, revealed every instance he had to spread his violent temper around like a flower girl at a fucking wedding.
He couldn’t help but glut himself on the pain of others, it fed him what a drug induced haze did and came with an added bonus of sadistic satisfaction he could only find in bloodshed and carnage; but what he felt at the moment, what carved groves from his chest to the pit of gut and back again was far different from than usual high.
For once in his life, his rage didn’t feel… pure.
There was something distinctly irritating interwoven in the bloodlust festering beneath his flesh, a nagging intensity that was throwing him the fuck off.
His stomach was tied in a series of tight knots as unbidden images of Hinata, stripped naked and bare for someone else, slid across his mental. Each flash of his wayward imagination more enraging than the last, goring his brain with conjured scenes of his Hinata showing leering, faceless, dead as fuck imaginary men (he didn’t give a fuck that they didn’t exist), what was his alone.
They warped his rage into something else.
It felt fuckin…
Ugly.
Grating.
Like nails on a fucking chalkboard blasting through a speaker turned up to a screeching maximum.
“-taking the bus home now,” Hinata said as she paced back towards him, snapping him back to the here and now, “I’ll call you when I get in. Yes….love you too….mhm, I will. Bye.”
Her retreating footsteps rang in his ears as she walked away, her clipped pace headed in the direction of the bus stop, effectively putting an end to the crisis that brought him here in the first place.
She was going home.
Alone.
Without a future shift at Ruby Tips.
Which was exactly what he wanted, mission fuckin accomplished.
Only, there was the itty bitty tiny fact that he was still dangling on the verge of a homicidal tantrum that she brought her ass here in the first place, that he had no idea how much of her Genma had seen in the brief amount of time she’d been in the club.
True enough, she hadn’t been in there more than three minutes, five tops, but it only took a second to flash a titty, even less to cop a feel.
To Naruto’s mind, not knowing was the same as saying Genma had seen his girl in her birthday suit.
That he had put his nasty hand on her.
He wasn’t leaving here until he knew exactly what went down, until he had drawn some goddamn lines in the sand and put Genma and every horny motherfucker in the club on notice that Hinata belonged to him and only him.
He dug in his pocket for his phone, unlocked it with the press of his thumb-print, then hit one of the numbers he had on speed dial.
Shizuka answered on the first ring.
Decidedly deaf to the deliberately sultry greeting she purred in his ear, Naruto impatiently clipped, “back on watch. Now. She’s at the bus stop across from Ruby Tips.”
He hung up before she could respond, stuffed the phone back in his pocket.
Tonight’s little mishap had made him realize what would have already been forefront in his mind had he not been caught up in the high of the chase.
Naruto learned early in life that the streets were fuckin cold; and if he wanted to survive them, to thrive on them, he had to be colder.
And if he wanted any boundary he set to be observed and respected, he had to be fuckin frigid.
Naruto had no problem with that.
Never had.
And sure as shit didn’t now.
He was always willing and ready to lay down the law, and he’d start setting the tone with Genma.
The fact that Genma was one of the few ‘associates’ Naruto had parted on good terms with after he left this shithole part of Konoha for green pastures, didn’t faze his plans in the slightest.
Genma wasn’t new to the game.
What was about to go down wasn’t personal.
In their world, violence was a valuable commodity, an accepted way to communicate.
Business was business.
Genma would understand.
And if he didn’t, fuck him.
There were very few people that weren’t expendable to him, and Genma sure as shit didn’t make the cut despite their history.
Ruby Tips was an old stomping ground of Naruto’s, the first strip club he hit up after Old Man Cripple ‘disbanded’ his unit and sent everybody back to their home countries, or so the official military records claimed. Damn near every Friday night, Naruto parked his ass at a table, watched naked tits covered in glitter bounce around under dim pink lights, then picked whatever new flavor he was in the mood for, for a coke fueled backroom afterparty.
Some of the best times of his life were spent here.
He and Genma had a vibe back in the day, something few people could claim; Naruto was notoriously difficult to get along with, and yet the two men had had a natural sync that worked.
Probably because Genma didn’t give a shit about anything but money. He didn’t give a damn who he did business with long as his paper was tight.
Naruto knew that better than anyone.
Back in his generic enforcer, street corner dealing, petty gang bangin days, Naruto’s boss Hanzō and Genma had had a long standing relationship of money laundering, pimping and disappearing unlucky souls that crossed them: an arrangement that flowed like water. At least until Naruto pulled the plug on it when he put Hanzō in the dirt in a hostile take over no one had saw coming.
Naruto still remembered the betrayal in Hanzō’s eyes.
The burning hatred and bitterness as he stared down the barrel of Naruto’s shotgun, finally realizing the blonde nutcase, the ‘kid’ he’d trained, his precious fucking ‘prodigy’ he’d been grooming as a right hand man had been ten steps ahead of the teacher: that the student, grinning back at him with death in his eyes, had been orchestrating his downfall all along.
Genma hadn’t missed a beat.
No.
Good ol’ Genma rolled with the flow.
The pragmatic club owner called his boys in to dig shells out of the wall, take a mop to the bloody floor, scoop up bits of brain, teeth and what was left of an eyeball then buried Hanzō beneath the soil round back of Ruby Tips where he lay rotting beneath a dumpster to this to this very day.
Unfazed by the sudden switch in business partners, Genma was all too happy to launder Naruto’s dirty money in exchange for a few lucrative perks Hanzō hadn’t been willing to play ball with.
That was some sentimental shit.
Naruto had always had a soft spot for the titty bar that marked his transition from lowly underling to his current status of ruthless kingpin.
Where he got he his illicit career off the ground after Danzo pulled the fucking rug from under his feet.
That’s why it was a real fuckin shame Genma was pushing his hand like this.
Pushing off the wall as headlights flooded the dark alley behind his SUV, Naruto headed for the awning.
Last time he stepped foot through those glass doors, Ruby Tips wasn’t hostile territory, but Genma knew better than anyone, in their world, shit could change in a heartbeat.
Naruto knew it too.
Their dealings had always been about money and influence, partying and gettin’ high, but that didn’t mean Genma wouldn’t try to check him when he charged in there asking questions with his fists.
Running up on Genma in his establishment with no vest, no backup and no plan was ten types of stupid.
Jaw tight enough to bend metal, he ripped the door open, and stormed inside.
Naruto had never claimed to be a fucking genius.
“Who the fuck-” the bouncer bellowed as Naruto shoved passed him.
Naruto was ready for the follow up before the big man even touched him. He spun, curled a fist and dropped him with a satisfying fleshy impact he felt rather than heard.
“Hey, hey, hey!” a familiar voice shouted from the bar to the left as he passed, “fuck’s goin on?!”
A flash of white in his peripheral alerted him to the bartender jogging around the bar and taking a stance in front of him.
Naruto’s clipped pace didn’t slow.
Hayate had exactly three feet of tiles to get the fuck out of his way or he’d be find a spot on the floor next to the bouncer.
“Hey, man,” Hayate coughed, “you can’t- oh shit, that you, Screws?”
Screws.
What a fuckin throwback.
Back when he was a lackey for Hanzō, Screws was the street name he was given, stemming from the fucked up way he ran the streets. Jumping from one conflict to another, always down to ride no matter how suicidal the job, demanding to be sent to any and every sketch ass situation like he had a death wish.
Doing shit no sane person would do.
Like he’s got a coupla screws loose in his fuckin head, was the concession amongst his old crew.
Amused, preening, Naruto hadn’t objected when the name stuck.
Who the fuck was he to deny the truth?
If he wasn’t currently caught up in a nuclear fit, he’d be feeling all sentimental and shit again, at the moment, the memories meant fuck all to him.
“It is you,” Hayate shout-coughed over the music, closing the distance between them, and placing himself just to the side of the furious blonde.
Just far enough to be safe.
“Shit man, haven’t seen you since- hey, where you goin’? Hey!”
Heavy boots thundered across gleaming white tile, pounding slightly offbeat to the booming bass vibrating his ear drums.
Like Shizuka’s lust filled greeting earlier, Naruto was deaf to the noise.
His ears were tuned to the excited drumming in his chest, the violence rising in his veins.
The gnawing rage churning in his gut.
He stomped down the few steps into the wide room, tossing horny customers out of the way as he neared the stage of half naked women swinging and grinding up and down silver poles.
Tonight’s star, a buxom redhead missing the top to her bright green g-string screamed as he heaved himself up on stage in a single move, and headed for the back of the platform.
An annoyed fellow blond met him halfway.
“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are,” the woman shouted, “but you better get the fuck off the stage before I call security to haul your ass-”
Her threat was cut off mid screech as Naruto shoved the raging woman off the stage and into the crowd of equally outraged men.
The remaining dancers gave him a wide birth as he stomped by, several abandoning the stage completely, reaching their glitter coated arms out to the male patrons to haul them off. A loud screech reverberated through the room, cutting the music short as the lights flipped on.
Naruto took no note of it as he snapped open the heavy curtain hiding two doors on either ends of the stage platform.
He took the one on the left.
Security was waiting on the other side as Naruto reared back and booted the door open, knocking the super sized male down in the process, sending him careening across a vanity of make-up and perfume. Flashily dressed women screamed, a few naked ones fled. Naruto dropped his size thirteen boot on the writhing security guard’s face as he passed through the dressing room.
His blood surged as he stepped out into the small hall, booming louder and louder in his ears as he neared the double doors at it’s end.
Kicking in his second door of the night, Naruto whipped his glock out as the wood panels crashed against the wall.
Genma stood behind his disk, his own gun pointed back.
Naruto had expected nothing less.
Though, the fact that he’d gotten this far without an exchanging of bullets and a legion of henchmen told him Genma was either slipping tonight, or he’d gotten soft in their time apart.
The dark eyed man in question blinked, then squinted, his gun listing downward.
Recognition dawned a beat later.
“Ah shit, that you Screws?” Genma questioned, lowering his gun fully.
Naruto mirrored the motion, sliding his gun it’s holster then striding leisurely into the room, piercing baby blues fastened to the man that may have seen the wrong fucking pair of tits, that might have touched the wrong fuckin ass.
That needling prickling came back with a vengence, digging into his neck, threading tension through his body.
Nails on a chalkboard.
“What the fuck man,” the club owner grinned, rounding his desk, “should’ve told me you were coming by.
Naruto didn’t speak…
“Why the hell you cause a goddamn ruckus out there, thought you were the ops.”
Didn’t slow…
“Same ol’ Screws,” Genma chuckled as he opened his arms wide to enfold the blonde male.
Didn’t stop until he felt the gratifying crunch of bone across his knuckles. The thunderous thud of Genma’s body crashing into the desk in the middle of the room was loud in the small room.
Naruto sneered, the reason he’s walked in through the club so easily blatantly obvious.
Soft.
So fucking soft Genma couldn’t sense danger walking through his door, couldn’t tell that Naruto hadn’t come here to shoot the shit and strolled down fuckin memory lane.
He struck again, catching the underside of Genma’s square jaw.
His lanky body back peddled, careening across the hardwood desk, flipping it in the process.
A shower of yen, snowy powder, and papers scattered.
Naruto was on him the instant his back hit the carpet.
Teeth gritted, rage pulsing through his body, Naruto slammed his meaty fist into his face, frenzied as eased the burn in his chest, the tightness in his gut, the rage in his body on the club owner; smearing blood across Genma’s forearms as the battered man balled himself up against the onslaught.
Annoyed, disgusted with the bitch curl, Naruto stood, lifted a foot and brought it down on hard on Genma’s ribs.
Genma screamed, crimson coated mouth wide, two gaps in his pearly whites on full display.
“What the fuck?!” he howled as Naruto kicked him again, finding purchase in the stomach that no doubt held his two missing teeth, “S-Screws what-”
Lips thinning, Naruto punted him again.
“Nine!” he barked down at the battered man, “call me Screws again, and you’re gonna be swallowing the rest of your fuckin teeth.”
Cradling his ribcage, brain lagging to catch up with the words, Genma sucked in short, painful breaths, before wheezing out, “N-Nine,”
Genma clearly hadn’t kept tabs on Naruto either.
He hadn’t gone by Screws in years.
Lot of people hadn’t be happy with the regime change the way Genma was, Hanzō had loyal fuckboys that would rather die than accept the upstart Naruto as their new overlord, and while other leaders of the underground didn’t give a fuck about Hanzō being iced, they resented a kingpin that hadn’t ‘earned his stripes’ taking the reins less than two years after rolling up on the scene.
Naruto had survived a number of hits and drive-bys, had gotten shot more times than he could fuckin count and was still standing.
That fucker’s got nine lives, was the new consensus on the street.
And thus, Naruto gained a new street name, and hell of lot more respect.
Little did they know, he wasn’t really unique in his resilience, it ran in the family.
The whole Uzumaki line was allergic to death.
Done fucking around, he reached down and grabbed a handful of Genma’s shirt, then hauled him up on unsteady legs.
“The girl that just came in” Naruto seethed, “she take her clothes off for you?”
“W-What-”
Rearing back his fist, Naruto let it fly, tatted knuckles thudding into the mouth that wasn’t telling him what the fuck he wanted to hear.
“Holy fuck!” Genma shouted, lifting bruised, crimson hand to his lips, “what the fuck, Nine?!”
Gripping his slippery jaw, Naruto slammed him into the nearby wall, the window in it’s center shattering as the blonde dug his fingers into the other man’s cheeks, then whipped his gun from its holster and pushed it between his busted lips.
“Next time you open your mouth, it better be to tell me some shit worth hearing,” he warned, “the fuckin woman that came in here. Did. She. Take. Her. Clothes. Off?!”
Ripping the gun away, clinking painfully across Genma’s teeth on the way out, Naruto redirected the now slobbery steel to the bloody man’s temple.
“T-the dark haired chick?” Genma fumbled, his swelling mouth and squeezed cheeks adding a slurring to his words.
Irritated with the babbling, Naruto spun his former associate a full 180, then slowly craned the man’s left arm upward, bending it towards a painfully unnatural angle, wordlessly letting the brain dead fucker know he was about to snap his shit in half.
“Fuck!” the man screeched, twisting his body in an attempt to relive the pressure, rising up on his tiptoes as he started talking fast, “I didn’t see shit! S-s-swear to God!”
Far from satisfied, Naruto yanked his arm a tortuous fraction upward, pressing him harder against the broken window when he flailed.
“S-S-She came in askin’ for a shift,” Genma stuttered, “a-and I told her I needed to see the goods before she could work the pole and she dipped! Shit man-”
Naruto pressed the barrel to his temple hard, silencing him.
He leaned into him, speaking quietly into Genma’s ear as he sluggishly wrenched his arm upward again.
“She gets the balls to come back, you tell her to fuck off,” Naruto rumbled over Genma’s whimpers, “I hear she took off as much as her sweater in here, they’re gonna be peeling you off the fuckin walls, you hear me?”
“Y-yeah,” he wheezed, voice pitched several octaves higher than normal, “s-sure Nine. You got it.”
Unsatisfied, Naruto straightened, glaring at the sagging, shaking filth in front of him, grip tightening on the forearm he still held.
A shout and footfalls pounded down the hall, then entered the room.
Naruto got ready to flip his Genma meat shield in front of whatever threat was rolling up.
“You good in here, bossman?”
Zabuza’s gritty voice boomed over the pained panting of the club owner, shifting the whiskered faced blond’s mood further south.
Teeth gritted, the aggravated blonde gave a sharp yank.
The snap of bone was just as loud as the agonized scream Genma let loose.
Tossing the writhing male aside, Naruto turned, smiling brightly with false cheer; pearly white teeth gleaming even brighter in stark contrast to the barren, emotionless landscape of his sapphire eyes.
“Coulda sworn I told all of you to fuck off, ‘ttebayo,” Naruto enunciated, voice chillingly flat.
Naruto spotted a tail at Teuchi’s almost immediately earlier; a long figure sitting on a bench, pretending he was a drugged out homeless man, as though the blonde wouldn’t notice.
Naruto was too fuckin paranoid not to take note of everyone and everything in his space.
Across the street in front of the same fuckin bar he watched Hinata from that first night, counted as his fuckin space.
He’d stepped outside to give the ‘homeless man’ a little friendly advice.
At the time, Naruto hadn’t seen more than one shadow; though he’d vaguely recognized that one as one of Mabui’s little lapdogs, though he was sure her husband was the one that sent him. Naruto hadn’t been the least bit surprised though, Sasuke was nothing if not irritatingly shrewd. Considering how ‘sensitive’ the situation was (his words, not Naruto’s), Sasuke wouldn’t take the chance that Naruto had fully abandoned his kidnapping plans. Not that the white haired foot soldier, Kimimaro, would have been able to stop the beefy sociopath had he gone down that path, but he’d be able to inform Sasuke that a shit storm was on the horizon the moment Naruto snatched the girl, giving the Uchiha time to enact one of the thousands of contingency plans he’s surely spent all night coming up with.
Thoroughly aggravated that his hunt was being encroached on, Naruto had taken a seat next to the slumped spy, and cheerfully described five different ways he’d take him, and anyone else currently following him, apart piece by piece if they didn’t all clear the fuck out by the time he went back inside the restaurant.
When he glanced out the tall windows as he strolled over to the pale eyed beauty that brought him to the restaurant in the first place, Kimimaro had in fact cleared out, and Naruto assumed he’d spread the word.
Apparently not.
Expectant blue eyes bore into the towering, lanky form of the laid back henchman standing just inside the open door, gun drawn and pointed at the temple of a bouncer Naruto flattened earlier.
Dark eyes questioning, Zabuza stepped further into the back room office, forcing the hapless, bloody-nosed employee, still held at gunpoint, to move with him, “don’t know nothin’ ‘bout that, bossman. Board said I was on night rotation. You want us gone?”
Naruto clicked his teeth, annoyance flaring.
Rotation.
Zabuza was here on bodyguard duty, not on Sasuke’s fuckin babysitting orders, thought Naruto didn’t really see a big difference between the two.
Rotation was a roster of eight of his best underlings split in two shifts, night and day, each squad made up of four guards that followed him around like a bunch of lost fuckin puppies. Sasuke’s bright idea to help prevent the blonde from ‘getting shot full of holes, idiot,’ as often as he had in the past.
To say the ‘idiot’ in question was opposed to the idea was an understatement.
Naruto could handle himself, and while they made good meat shields from time to time, too many heartbeats in his space tended to put him on edge. But Naruto hated Sasuke’s bitching more than he did the lackeys, so he humored them more often then not, just so Sasuke would shut the fuck up about it.
That didn’t mean Naruto didn’t tweak the routine when he wanted to.
When he was out on a hunt, or when he was fucking sick enough of their presence at his back to put a bullet in one of them, he dismissed them early, much to Sasuke’s exasperation. Sasuke had given up trying to get him to stop years ago, knowing Naruto wasn’t really one to compromise, the raven haired, high powered attorney had reluctantly taken what he could get.
Sasuke had a lot of pull in their crew, he managed just as much as the day to day as Naruto at times, but when it boiled down to it, Naruto had the final say.
His word was law.
Flexing his pleasantly aching, crimson coated knuckles, Naruto made his way to the door; stepping on money and blow as he skirted the flipped desk.
“Let’s go,” he snapped as he passed.
Zabuza fell in step behind him, and the two made their way back down the dimly lit hallway, then out into the main room. Naruto wasn’t surprised in the least to see the crush of male customers, and a handful of nearly, and fully, naked females huddled on the floor.
Zabuza wasn’t the only one of his bodyguards that came in ready to unload.
Hidan stood in the midway point of the room, pistol trained on the populace at large while shamelessly ogling a topless brunette under a table, and though her circumstances appeared decidedly fucked at the moment, the woman wasn’t panicked enough not to wink at the interested white-haired male.
Probably wasn’t her first rodeo being held at gunpoint, Ruby Tips was as seedy as a strip club could get after all.
Illegal foot traffic was a feature here, not a highlight.
Daru stood with his boot on the barrel chest of the first casualty of the night, shotgun trained on the motionless bouncer still slumped on the floor in front of the entryway.
Naruto snapped his eyes to the bar.
Haku sat on a barstool watching as Naruto and Zabuza descended the show stage, his own silver pistol trained on Hayate who stood behind the bar, arms raised above his head.
Zabuza gave a sharp whistle as they neared the exit.
Hidan pressed his fingers to his ear in the shape of a phone, mouthing ‘call me’ to the woman under the table before he joined the two men.
Haku hopped down, falling in step with the two men.
Darui pushed his boot into the downed man on the floor, rolling him none to gently out of the way as the entourage headed his way.
“Tsk, what a fuckin waste,” Hidan bitched as he stepped on the knee of the down bouncer, drawing an agonized scream as they filed out the door, “a building full of ripe souls for Lord Jashin, and we’re just walking the fuck away. At least let me light the shit up, Nine. Letting them all live is an insult to Lord-”
“Shut the fuck up, Priest,” Zabuza muttered, taking the words right out of Naruto’s mouth.
Hidan, ‘Priest’ as ordained by the streets, was one of the more annoying members of his crew.
Every time he opened his fuckin mouth, brain-dead cult vomit oozed out.
“Fuck you, Fiend,” Hidan shot back, glaring at the towering male, “I’m gonna be praying for Lord Jashin’s forgiveness all night!”
“I don’t give a fuck if you spend all night on your fuckin knees, just spare the rest of us your idiotic cult bullshit,” Zabuza continued.
“Watch your fuckin mouth!” Hidan raged, grinding to a halt on the awning, stepping in front of his antagonizer with fanatical fury carved in his face, “The Way of Jashin is-”
“Fairy tale garbage for weak minded dipshits,” Zabuza finished.
“Heretic!” Hidan shouted, whipping his shotgun up and holding it level with Zabuza’s blank black eyed stare.
Haku was there in an instant, his short stature shoving between the two men towering over him, his pistol drawn and tucked under Hidan’s chin, finger on the trigger.
“Spread is wide enough for you too, Shadow,” Hidan growled, gesturing to his shotgun, fiercely scowling down at the young man that shadowed Fiend’s steps like a dog trailing it’s master, “I don’t mind sending Fiend and his lapdog to Lord Jashin.”
Naruto stopped, his annoyance crashing over the arguing bunch in waves.
He was used to the constant clashes and beef, especially from Hidan, but right now, right in this moment, he was not in the fuckin mood for it.
“Unless you want to be tonight’s sacrifice, Priest, I’d advise you to take it down a notch,” Darui’s deep voice rumbled in the sudden silence, “you’re pissin’ off the bossman.”
“Fuck off, Blunt,” Hidan barked, though he did lower his shotgun and carried his ass down the awning.
Daru, as unfazed and laid back as always, didn’t design to respond. Not that anyone expected him to. Daru’s vibe was as dull as a goddamn butter knife. Nothing to date had ever gotten a rise out of the chill black man, it was that dullness that led to his alias of Blunt. His calm often came in handy in putting an end to the chaos around him as he had done now.
With the drama over, Naruto continued silently to his SUV, got in and slammed the door shut as his bodyguards piled into the midnight SUV parked behind him.
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EDIT: I was supposed to add that last part last night but I just could not get my brain to function so I gave up, but today I felt like I could write a small dialogue introducing Hidan, Zabuza, Haku and Daru. Hopefully it all makes sense, my brain stay crossing shit, but in case it was confusing, here’s clarification:
Hidan’s street name is Priest, Zabuza is Fiend, Haku is Shadow and Daru is Blunt
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So this chapter was mostly done for the longest, but I have not been in my right mind to do shit with until now. It’s pretty much the reason I’ve been gone so long, I explained it on my tumblr for any wanting more info or whatever.
Anyway, hopefully this chapter is okay, took me all week. I’m getting back into groove of things at like a snails pace. I may redo this chapter at some point though, maybe, idk.
Let me know what you think about it, that’s honestly one of my favorite part of fanfiction writing, hearing what you all think about it. I’m probably gonna get questions about, I am going to be updating Butterfly soon-ish, I really, really, promise! I just have to get in the right head space for it. My moods have been decidedly dark lately, and so I’ve been working on my more darker fics. It’s coming though, I promise, thanks a ton for waiting guys! Also noticed that Secrets of the Hidden Leaf is close to 1000 kudos, I’m so happy to see that! I’ll be getting back to that story at some point, probably after the upcoming NaruHina month in December maybe? I’m not gonna reach my goal of finishing Monster this year unfortunately, but hey, there’s always next year! I ain’t stressin.
I’ll be answering all the old comments that have been sitting in my inbox probably tomorrow.
I’m going to bed now, see ya’ll.
Laters
Sessakag~
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