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In Another Time	By : KiraIsJudgement Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 1175 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 9

Meetings
　

�What is he doing here?� Sesshomaru pointed at the young man with short brown hair, in a fine suit, sitting next to the head of the oval conference table.

Light stood up. �Sorry to impose, but I thought I might properly introduce myself, since we�ve been working so closely next to each other for a while now.�

�I know who you are. What do you want?� he growled at the intruder. The family was having enough problems with cops right now. The last thing they needed was the detective in charge of investigating them coming over for a visit.

�Gentlemen.� Taisho waved towards the chairs. �Please sit, and we can discuss this like civilized people.�

The eleven men in the room took their seats. Taisho sat at the head of the table, with Light on one side and Shino, his trusted bodyguard on the other.

Lining the sides of the table were several of the Yakuza�s counsel members. These men were responsible for the interests of the syndicate, ranging from everything from drug trafficking, to collecting the taxes from smaller gangs.

Sesshomaru sat with Bankotsu at his side at the opposite end of the table. He carefully watched every move of the cop sitting next to his father, trying to uncover a hidden agenda.

After a few moments of quiet awkwardness, Taisho turned to Light and asked, �So, to what do we owe the pleasure of this visit?�

Light didn�t even squirm under the pressure of a dozen weary eyes as he casually explained. �Let me introduce myself for those of you who don�t already know me.� He shot a quick glance towards Sesshomaru, �My name in Light Yagami, and like my father and grandfather, I am an inspector for the LAPD, currently working on the investigation of the mafia within Hollywood. And I�m here today to warn you. The FBI has sent agents to investigate the recent murders of the LAPD officers.�

�I�m sorry, but I don�t see what this has to do with us.� Taisho put on an innocent smile and shrugged his shoulders.

�Look, I�m going to say this straight. Whether or not you choose to admit or deny anything it�s up to you. You have already checked me over, I�m not wearing a wire, and I�m not armed. I know who you are and what you do and I�ve had enough evidence to put a lot of you away years ago. I know that most of the dead cops were working for you. And I know that you�ll be in quite the predicament if the FBI starts snooping around when you don�t have anyone on the inside to back you up��

Sesshomaru slammed his hands against the table and stood up. �Watch your mouth! You dare not speak to my father in such a arrogant manner.�

�Please son�� Taisho gave a dismissing wave. �Let�s hear what he has to say. But please try to keep in mind who you are speaking with, Mr. Yagami.�

�Certainly. I would like to request an alliance between us. I believe we could both benefit from an arrangement.�

�What exactly are you suggesting?�

�My grandfather once worked with you. He protected the Yakuza, and in returned you gave him wealth he would�ve never been able to obtain on his own. Our families once had a partnership. All I want to do is renew it.� Light�s eyes pleading with everyone around the table for acceptance before resting on Taisho, who was sitting laid back in the chair, head rested in his hand, looking bored.

A older member took the floor, �Young Mr. Yagami, whatever you think might have transpired between our families was long ago. I remember your grandfather well. He was a good, strong, man. I also remember your father. He had so much promise. But soon after his father died, he swore to put us in prison. Why? For taking care of his family? For giving him everything he ever needed? I am not sure after his betrayal, if we can come to trust you.�

The room fell deathly quiet. Light had one chance to prove his loyalty, and everyone want to here it.

�I loved my father�� Light stood up and slowly reach into his pocket. Sesshomaru quickly went for his gun, hand on the hilt, just short of removing it from the holster, pausing.

�I loved him, but he was an idiot. No man can stop the mafia, and no one should try.� He pulled out a green flash drive and placed in front of Taisho, who lazily gazed at it. �This is my father�s work. Everything he compiled on your family. There is more then enough to make several arrests. I already destroyed all the hard copies, this is all that remains. My gift to you. I know that crime will never go away. The best one can hope for is for it to be controlled and organized. I support you, always have and always will.�

Light grabbed his coat off the rack in the corner and walked to the door, pausing momentarily in front of Sesshomaru, hand still pose over the pistol.

�Here, I believe this belongs to you.� He place a yellow package on the table next to him, and faced Taisho once more. �I will give you time to discuss this. I would be honored if your family would come to dinner and become better acquainted with mine. How about next month on the eighth at seven o�clock?�

Taisho looked up and gave a playful smile, �That sounds delightful.�

�Great,� Light said, with a pleased smile. With that the brunet exited.

The room erupted in chatter, men arguing back and forth about what they thought was best. Normally they would approach someone on partnering with them, not the other way around. A genius or an idiot, either way Light was ballsy.

Sesshomaru got up and tried to made a hasty exit, barely escaping the room and into the hall when his father stopped him dead in his track with a strong hand on his shoulder.

�Son, what do you think?�

He looked at the envelope in his hand then back to his father. With a voice as cold as ice he said, �His lying.�

�Yeah, I had the same feeling. Do you think we can use him?�

The tore the package open, unfolding a familiar blood stained, silk shirt and searched the pocket. He pulled out the tiny microchip, held it up for his father to see, then snapped it in half.

�I suppose we shall find out.�
　

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�Hey, do you know where the extra chairs are?� Kiba pulled the coffee table to the side, making as much room as possible.

�Dumbass. How the hell should I know?� Ino chucked the thin cushion at him from across the room.

He grab it and laid the cushion onto of the table, turning it into a makeshift bench. The house was going to be full in a couple of hours, and they needed as many seats as possible.

�Damn, it was just a question.� He finished his chore, and went to the kitchen for a beer.

Kiba spun the top off the bottle and slumped down at the kitchen table. Feeling both angry and hurt at his girlfriend�s pissy attitude. Ino was always biting his head off for one thing or another these days. He just didn�t know how to keep her happy anymore.

The blonde sat down across from and tapped her acrylic nails on the table top, and curling her upper lip in a disapproving manner.

�What crawled up your ass?� she spat out.

�Mine? I�ll answer that after you get the hedgehog out of yours.� Ino gasped, looking taken back by his brashness. He never talked to her like that, but something snapped.

�I don�t get it, Ino. You have just been such a bitch lately. Tell me what�s up?� His heart felt heavy as his girlfriend closed her eyes and bowed her head, looking guilty. Yeah, something was up. Something she didn�t want to tell him.

�Ino�� Kiba�s eyes stung at the threat of tears, and he swallowed the lump in his throat. �Are you leaving me?�

�No!� The blonde jumped up knocking over her chair, and run to him, kneeling at his side. She grabbed for his hand, but he pulled away.

He wasn�t going to let her out of it this time. Every time he brought their problems, she would avoid it somehow, normally using sex as a distraction. No, not this time. She was going to answer the question he had been fearing to ask for months.

�Kiba, please?� She place a slender handover his bicep and tried pull him to her. He resisted and held firm, avoiding looking at her.

Calmly he spoke through the sharp pain building up and ignored the single tear running down his cheek, �Stop it. Please, just stop avoiding this and tell me the truth. You don�t love me anymore?�

He room went deathly quiet. She didn�t say anything. Why wasn�t she answering? Normally she would have said what he wanted to hear and quickly changed the subject by now. Oh god, what did I do? She really didn�t love him anymore, and now because he forced her, he was going to hear it.

His legs began to shake, and his stomach did flips. What was he going to do without her? He couldn�t even imagine life without her.

When he was little, she was the sweet girl next door. The daughter of his mother�s best friend. They played, fought, cried, laughed and grew up together. They always had each other to relay on.

Kiba wasn�t even sure if he ever had to ask Ino out. It seemed like they had been dating from the first time she chucked a dodge ball at his face, and he put a bug in her hair.

Things like dances and dates never were complicated, they just went together. It also felt right when it came to losing their virginities, they naturally picked each other to be their firsts, and probably only.

He never had a doubt in his mind that he would one day marry this girl, and had hoped she felt the same way.

But here he was, shaking, scared to death that he was losing the most important person in the world. Damn this silence.

The girl stood up. �Kiba?� Her voice squeaked and she reached out a trembling hand, placing on his head.

When she pulled his face to her stomach, he let her. If this was going to be their last touch, he didn�t want to stubbornly miss it.

Running her fingers through spiky hair, she spoke, �I don�t know what I would do without you. The thought scares me to death.�

He let loose all he was holding back. With tears soaking into her dress he pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. The smell of her sweet perfume filling his nostrils as sucked in deep breaths, trying to calm down. Taking several minutes to enjoy the closeness, before pulling away a little.

�Then why are you always pissed off?� He wiped away tears, mustering up his strength to finish this.

�I thought you didn�t want me anymore,� her words were jerky as she let the tears flow.

The feeling of wanting to be comforted quickly turned into a need to comfort as his love was hurting. Standing up, he pulled her into his strong arms and lightly rubbed his back.

�Don�t be silly. What made you think that?� She shrugged in reply. �Hey, I know what will be good. Why don�t you and I take off after this meeting is done. We can go out for a late dinner and movie. Just the two of us.�

�You mean it?� She sniffled and little, but wiped away the tears with her sleeve. Good, he was on the right track.

�Yeah, we can even stay at a hotel. God knows we could use a night away from all these guys.�

�I�d like that.� Ino grinned, hugging tightly around his neck then placed a kiss on his cheek. �I am going to get ready, ok?�

�Yeah.� He lovingly watched his girl run off, listening to her scamper up the stairs towards their room.

Kiba grabbed his beer, and finished it off, then sighed. Wow, that felt like a damn rollercoaster.

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It was late at night when Naruto finally got up and dressed. It had been two weeks since the shooting, and even though he wasn�t healed all the way, he could get up and move around easily enough. Besides there was a lot of noise coming from the living room and he wanted to see what was going on.

He crept out of Gaara�s room and down the hall, peeking around the corner to see the place filled with rowdy gang members.

Gaara had been able to do something most gang leaders couldn�t. He made everything go in a seemingly perfect flow of organized chaos. He took crazy, insane, hurt, pissed off men, and a few women, that all had every unique talents and put them in charge of certain business items.

There was a tall brunette dressed in business clothes, that probably didn�t get hugged enough by her daddy, in charge of prostitution. Two Latino brothers that had a healthy rivalry in drug sales. A group huge muscle bound men, close friends in prison, that offered the best �protection� to all of the business owners. And a few scrawny white-trash guys that had an amazing ability to lift cars, strip them, and dump them within hours.

Each had more people working under them. Gaara taught them how to control their underlings, and make sure jobs got done. This worked so well and business boomed so much, that they made another seat under those underlings, and then again. Now there were several tiers of people working and striving for the same goal.

As crazy as each of them were, everything went along smoothly. So much so that within a few years, their little gang, which originally came together to fill the void of a real family, had grown into a money making machine, pulsing with power. The only reason they still lived in this little run down house in the ghetto was simply because this was home. No matter how successful they got, Gaara didn�t want to forget that. Staying here helped that.

As for the Bakutos, they had no where left to go. They couldn�t get any bigger staying in the inner city, making the power hunger gang restless.

�Yo, everyone here?� Kiba shouted out over the people fighting for a spot to sit in the small room. �Hey, shut up!�

The room fell quiet as Gaara stood in the middle of the group.

Naruto decided this would his best time to make an appearance, no way Gaara would lecture him in front of so many people. So he strolled in, like everything was normal, and took a seat right next to his friend, who gave him a disapproving look, before turning his attention to his crew.

�I will make this quick. I have decided that we will no longer be paying taxes to the Yakuza."

The room went crazy. Men began to hoop and holler in approval, and yelled comments of congratulation at Gaara for finally growing a pair.

�Settle down.� It took a few seconds for the room to quiet. �This will not be easy, they will retaliate. I will do what I can to keep that from happening, but for now I need you to keep everyone on full alert. When they strike, they will do so at all angles. So if one of you sees something amiss, call it in. If we can stop it right away, and come out on top, then we can win this. From what my sources tell me, this is a good time. They no longer have backing within the police and are now being investigated by the FBI. Now is our best chance. Please go back and instruct your people what to look for and expect. Kiba here will fill in you on the rest of the details.�

Kiba took Gaara�s place as the red head squeezed through the pack of people and towards the back door.

�Okay, listen up and take notes�� Kiba began.

Naruto watched his friend slip outside, and decided that Kiba was boring to listen to, so he followed Gaara.

Once outside the world became quiet, well as quiet as the city could get. Cars honked, cats screamed, kids cried, gunshots rang out, all the normal sounds that didn�t even registered anymore.

�Hey Gaara,� Naruto whispered, looking for his friend. Where the hell did he go? The backyard wasn�t that big. A garage, few garbage bins and a lot of dead grass, were the only things back here.

A light flickered from the small window of the old rickety spilt garage. Made sense. Gaara hated crowds and was doing his best to hide from the circus inside.

Naruto pushed the door open, trying to be as silent as possible, but instead made an awful creaking noise.

Gaara sat on a swivel chair in the back next to a desk covered in papers and maps. This garage was the closet thing he had to an office.

�Hey.� Naruto sheepishly ran his fingers through his hair and waited for the lecture that was sure to come.

The red head turned around, coolly watching him with emerald eyes. �Shouldn�t you be resting?�

The blonde shrugged. �Tsunade said two weeks.�

�If that�s the case...� He grabbed a can dripping with water from the cooler at his side and chucked it.

Naruto caught the beer flying towards his head. He smiled unbelievingly at the ice cold can in his hand. �Really?�

He watch for any signs of this being a trick, but with a nod from Gaara, he quickly cracked it open and chugged it.

�Oh yeah. That�s the stuff.� He squatted down next to the cooler and grabbed two more, offering one to his friend, and finishing the second one off quickly.

Gaara sipped the beer and went back to work, studying maps.

�Whatcha doin�� Naruto peeked over the edge of the table, trying to decipher the papers.

�I�m looking for our biggest opening, and figuring out how to close it. I�m trying to avoid a blood bath.�

�Wow, you just never stop do you?� Naruto cracked open yet another beer and drank it down happily, then sat on the concrete floor, leaning against the metal table.

�No. I can�t.� Gaara didn�t even look away from his work.

�Mind if I hang out for a bit?� Naruto leaned his head against his friend�s knee, and felt the red head shiver.

�Whatever,� was all he said.

　

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The house had quieted. The meeting was over and everyone must have went home.

It didn�t taken long before Naruto had killed most of the beers in the cooler. Gaara even drank more then usual, which probably had to do something with the blond replacing every can as it went empty.

�Dude, I have to pee.� The blond tried to stand, but just stumbled back to the ground.

�Come on.� Naruto leaned on Gaara, who easily supported his friend and walked him to the side door.

Naruto quickly unzipped and started to �water� the grass. He did this a lot, explaining why the grass was all brown and crunchy.

�Ahhh. Hey, don�t you gotta go?� He poked at Gaara with his free hand, before jiggling a bit, and shoving himself back into his shorts.

�I�ll wait till I am inside.� Gaara face went flush, starting to match the color of his hair.

�Not cool, gotta drain the snake, you know. You shy? No, it�s okay I�ll go back inside.� Naruto stumbled back inside the garage and flopped down in the chair, leaving the red head alone to do his business in private.

Naruto would have passed out in the chair, but the swiveling was making him nauseous. For some reason he couldn�t make himself stop the swaying motion. He sat there cursing the world for spinning, when it suddenly stopped.

Naruto opened his eyes and focused on Gaara, watching him lean over and grasp both armrests. The red head slumped down, kneeling between the legs of his friend, and placed his head on Naruto�s stomach.

Naruto�s breathing stopped at the unexpected closeness from the normally standoffish man. He ran his fingers through the short red locks and down his friend's back, feeling the muscle tense under them.

Naruto wasn�t sure what was going on. Why would Gaara be doing this? It was obvious he wasn�t comfortable.

�You okay, Gaara?�

�Why won�t you just go home?� His words came out muffled from speaking into his friend shirt.

�Cause, you really don�t want me to.�

Gaara looked up, slightly slacked jawed, looking for something to say to that.

Naruto slid his fingers up the side of Gaara�s face, tangling them in red hair and caressing his cheeks.

The blond bent closer and planted his lips over his friend�s. Gently as possible, his coax opened Gaara�s lips and began to explore other�s mouth with his tongue.

Naruto�s heart raced, pumping adrenaline through his veins as he slowly traced over the other�s tongue and lips. God, did he taste good, like beer and cinnamon. Only thing that would make this better is if Gaara would kiss him back.

Naruto stopped. As much as he wanted this, it just wasn�t right if his friend wasn�t into it.

Without releasing his grip on the other�s face, Naruto pulled back and stared into hazy green eyes. The red head didn�t look like he was all there.

�Gaara?�

Gaara tried to turn away, out of the blond�s hold, but he couldn�t. He closed his eyes, and placed his hands over his friends, and pulled them away. �I�m sorry.�

Releasing the hands, he got up and quickly left the garage, leaving a stunned Naruto alone, feeling like he just got hit by a truck.
　

　
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