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Chapter Nine
All Smiles and Sunshine

༒༻𝕹𝖆𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖔༺༒

March 23, 2012
Bright yellow sparks flashed across the reflective lenses of his dark goggles, a high pitched whine keened a muted hum even through the ear plugs tucked against his eardrums.
Naruto whistled an upbeat tune as he worked, bruised hands steady on the handle and base.
Maintenance usually brought his mind to focus, the routine, almost ritualistic motions honing his mental solely on the task at hand, but today, his mind was filled with lavender eyes, dark hair, and a body that had more curves than corkscrew.
Hinata.
She was even more fuckin adorable up close.
Small and soft, delicate like she’d snap in half the first time he got his hands on her.
Despite the shitshow last night devolved into, their first face to face had prove far more fruitful than he would’ve thought. Information gathering was one of the first things he’d learned living on the street; a skill he’d further honed under merciless intel collecting exercises and kinesics lectures obnoxious, know-it-all-Kabuto bludgeoned him and the others through, and Naruto had used that knowledge shamelessly.
The things he’d learned in that brief amount of time…
He grinned, flipping the handle in his hands and pressing the metal forward, restarting the dulled whine.
His poor little bunny.
She was going to be easy to manipulate.
She felt shit he didn’t.
Guilt.
Shame.
Embarrassment.
She cared about shit he didn’t.
Manners.
Right and wrong.
Feelings other than her own.
She had a staunch moral compass that was gonna steer her right into his hands.
Apologies flowed from her lush mouth like a broken dam, something he found fascinating since she actually seemed to mean the words he threw around and forgot about the moment they passed his lips.
He closed his eyes a brief moment, relishing echoing memories of her soft, sweetly melodious voice whispering her sincere ‘sorry’, her pale eyes pleading forgiveness, searching his own for acceptance of the words she felt to the depths of her little heart; tiny hands clasped together in nervous contrition, her petite body radiating sorrowful remorse like a space heater turned on high in a cold room.
He’d felt it.
The heat of it, blazing like a beacon.
She had the most amazing fuckin emotions.
Potent and fuckin addicting.
There was pureness to them he’d never seen in another person, an openness to her expression that was kinda fuckin lewd.
He felt like a peeping tom staring through the window of her naked core.
Gave him a rush, a hunger to devour each end of her wide range of feeling and every passing physiological response in between.
She’d left his veins buzzing.
Left him sky-fuckin-high and itching for another hit.
He opened his eyes, staring at the sparks but only seeing ivory skin and soulful eyes.
He wanted to see her face in the throes of ecstasy, to glut himself on her surrender when he had her beneath him, when he had her eating out the palm of his fucking hand.
He took a breath, exhaling slowly in an effort to quell the dull ache in his cock.
There was a lot he wanted to do to her.
Bend and break her, push her buttons and pull her strings.
But he needed leverage for that.
He needed her to attach herself to him.
Needed to give her a reason to want to stay at his side and leave her believing it was her choice to be there.
Now that, that would be fun.
This romance business really was like his hunting, chasing a lil mouse into a corner with nowhere to go.
Another grin curved his lips.
He couldn’t wait to get started.
Humming his tune, Naruto wondered when was the last time he felt this excited this early in the goddamn morning.
He’d say never considering he wasn’t a morning person.
But there was no denying it, he was feeling good, not even a hit of left over rage from the Genam debacle.
Last night’s rampage in the club had certainly doused the worst of his temper, but as he’d peeled away from the disaster zone, rotation following close behind, the itch for violence hadn’t let up, it’d sat beneath his skin, bugging the shit out of him, like an annoying itch in the center of his back.
And Naruto had never been one to pass over scratching an itch.
He sure as fuck wasn’t gonna to start that night.
So, he’d hit the gas soon as he pulled out on the main road, lead foot quickly stretching the distance between the four men packed in the SUV behind him. Reaching inside the storage compartment, he’d tapped a cigarette out of the week old pack, then chain smoked the entire way to Hinata’s shitty duplex. Shizuka had parked her ass adjacent to his girl’s front door, and though he hadn’t been able to see through the heavily tinted windows of her big black van, he knew she had eyes on every living being that came near that unit, right down to the fuckin strays.
Naruto had circled the block twice, exhaling menthol inside the cab of his SUV as he cruised by and on his second round, the lights in Hinata’s duplex switched off.
Satisfied that his trouble making soon-to-be was finally down for the count, he’d headed out again, flashing his brights at his assigned rotation guard idling across the street from the entrance.
Silent dismissal.
The black SUV started up as he hit a right back onto the main road, and he watched in the rear view as it cruised in the opposite direction. By the time he pulled up a few blocks from Teuchi’s, he’d puffed his last cancer stick down to the orange filter and was ready to scratch that annoying itch.
He’d parked in a dark side alley, got out and started walking.
Jūgo put up a fight, when he found him.
Put on a whole fuckin show that would’ve made him laugh if he hadn’t been stewing all night.
By the time he helped the tangerine haired dumbass go night night, courtesy of his inked fists, Naruto was about ready to pull his fuckin head off with his bare hands.
Jūgo was a big bastard, and carrying that dead weight all the way back to his trunk hadn’t helped Naruto’s temper.
Probably should’ve walked Jūgo ass back to the SUV at gunpoint but it was too late for that.
Once he got back to the Shed and tossed Jūgo down the basement stairs, Naruto took a bucket full of suspect-smelling water that sat underneath a leaking pipe to catch the steady drip, then provided a simulation of what it was like to drown for his snoring guest. All the sputtering, gasping and wide eyed panic that followed had drawn a small coil of amusement from the blonde.
The next two hours were spent wailing on the drenched predator, hammering his face until it resembled one of those ugly ass Picasso paintings Sasuke kept stashed in the vault beneath his house.
Finally satisfied and hella tired, he’d cuffed Jūgo to a support beam in the tool room and dragged himself to a bedroom upstairs, though before he closed his eyes for some much needed shut eye, he shot a quick text to Shizuka, demanding an update.
All quiet inside his girl’s house, no movement outside of it.
Then he’d clocked out and woken up the next morning feeling refreshed and eager to start his day.
Yesterday, he’d been all rage and fury.
Now though, Naruto was all smiles, and fuckin sunshine.
Jūgo awaited his grand finale, Hinata’s landlady was probably next, and then he’d spend some time with his pretty little bunny at Teuchi’s.
In short, he had a busy line up today.
Time to get shit done.
He lifted the blade of the axe from the grinding wheel, leisurely sliding his thumb along the tapered metal, testing it’s sharpness.
A sharp pinch and a line of crimson traced his print.
Giddy anticipation curved his mouth into a bright grin as he slid his goggles off, tossed them beside the wheel, then dug one of his earplugs out, only to be bombarded by the hoarse throated, gutter mouth shit Jūgo had been spewing for the last hour.
“- you! Fuck you, motherfucker!!”
Naruto turned to face the mess of a man still tethered to the support beam in the center of the room, his grin widening as he pulled out the other plug and tossed them both next to his goggles.
Jūgo face was unrecognizable.
Littered with knots big as a tennis ball, bruises a deep plum purple. His nose was crooked, lips busted and swelling, one eye so puffed closed, the other slowly following it’s twin. His orange hair was damp, caked in blood and smelling like that nasty water Naruto dunked him last night. His cuffed hands had a few fingers twisted the wrong way, and though his clothes cover him, Naruto knew his body was covered in scattered hues of violence like the rest of him. His bare, dirty, metal chained feet were beat up and crusty, though Naruto hadn’t had shit to do with that.
Jūgo obviously didn’t know what foot scrub and hot water could do for those chapped nightmares he called feet.
“Fuck you!” Jūgo spat, bloody spittle flying from his swollen, split lips.
“Guessin’ you’re a little upset about last night, huh?” Naruto mocked, prowling towards the beaten figure, resting the blade of his freshly sharpened axe on his shoulder, “or are you always cranky in the morning?”
Cranky was didn’t begin to describe Jūgo’s current state.
The usually calm, composed ‘gentle’ giant was fuckin feral at the moment, the deep purple bruises and painful looking lumps morphing his face into something monstrous.
Dr. Jekyll had checked out, and Mr. Hyde had come out to play.
“I’ll kill you!!” Jūgo roared, guttural voice bouncing off the chipped, eggshell walls, “I’ll slit your fuckin throat and-”
“-carve my heart out my chest and take it as a trophy,” Naruto finished with as much interest as one could derive watching paint dry as he strutted closer to the chained man, “yeah, yeah, yeah, seen all the new clips bout’ the return of the ‘Heartbreak Killer’, but we both know that’s bullshit considering you’re a fuckin fraud and he’s been dead and dissolved into human soup in my Shed for the last three years.”
Wild eyed Jūgo stared death and rage at the blonde sociopath, the froth at his mouth dribbling down his chin.
“You’re real fuckin original, aren’t ya?” Naruto hummed, “copycat that can’t come up with his own shtick. A boring ass copy and paste serial killer. You’re givin’ us all a bad rep, dattebayo.”
Jūgo lunged as he came within range, chained hands reaching, bloody mouth wide in a bid to sink his teeth into his blonde tormentor.
Amused, Naruto booted the beaten man to the floor, then pressed his foot to Jūgo throat with just enough pressure to leave the wannabe serial killer gasping and struggling, handcuffed hands straining to lift his foot from his windpipe.
“See, me, I’m a fuckin innovator, a fuckin visionary,” Naruto boasted, pearly whites bared in a look too vicious to be described as a smile, “I think so far outside the box I might as well be on another fuckin planet. So I’m gonna give you a first, and final lesson in creativity today.”
He pressed a fraction harder, cutting off his airway fully, watching dual personality wannabe struggle.
“Make sure you pay attention,” Naruto muttered softly, “class is now in session.”
Flailing feet, forced together by a steel chain, flopped around as Jūgo snapped from unbridled fury to full fledge survival mode, metal clanging against hard concrete as he fought. Naruto pressed down harder, watching Jūgo skin bloom from tan to a bight angry red, his dark eyes beginning a slow roll to the back of his skull.
Euphoria beat a humming beat through Naruto’s veins as he watched death creep closer, his blue depths rapt as Jūgo’s angry red became tinged in just the slightest bit of purple.
Jūgo’s cuffed hands slackened on his shoe, bloody, torn nails dislodging from his nubuck leather boots.
Snorting a laugh, Naruto let the small fish up for air.
Planting his foot back on the floor, Naruto waited as the choking man merely wheezed, his windpipe struggling to suck in oxygen.
Bending, Naruto reached down and smacked some sense into his fellow killer.
Jūgo drew in a sharp breath, then took several harsh, desperate gasps.
Swinging his axe from it’s resting spot on his shoulder, Naruto stepped around the gasping figure, stopping next to Jūgo flushed faced, now decorated with his palm print.
Poppin a squat, Naruto placed the steel edge carefully against Jūgo’s temple.
“You know, you’re not the first waste of space I’ve brought down here. Guys like you, I have a little fun with, ya know, play a few games, break a few bones, watch you bleed and scream, then find a…creative way to help you take a looooong nap, and let you dissolve in a barrel of acid. Unlucky bastard you are, you popped up on my radar a month ago, another nobody serial huntin’ in my territory like you’re too good to hunt in the Konoha slums. Would’ve gave you the same as all the other, but you,” he glared down at the quietly panting male, “see you’ve gotta little problem.”
Naruto snapped his gaze to Jūgo’s orange hair.
“Got a special fuckin hate for redheads, and yours is close enough to red to piss me off,” he told him, running the steel through his spiky blood-tinged hair, slicing a few stands in the process, “so I’m gonna have to give you somethin’ special, dattebayo.”
“Color…blind…son of a…bitch,” Jūgo wheezed defiantly, “not even…fuckin…close.”
Naruto grinned, “you should see it at night, looked red to me first time I saw you, might’ve been a passing street sign or something, or maybe I had too much blow that night, but I can’t unsee it now, ya know?”
Naruto stood, slinging his axe back to his shoulder.
“Orange, red, don’t matter now,” Naruto told him, “I start a hunt, I’m finishin’ it. You woulda been down here whether you hair was blue or pink.”
Shifting, Naruto bounced the axe off his shoulder and held it at his side.
“Left or right?” the blonde asked, gesturing with the blade to Jūgo’s chained feet.
“Fuck you!”
“Hmmm, sound like a left kinda guy, ‘ttebayo,” Naruto hummed thoughtfully, moving to his chained ankles.
Lifting the same boot he’d pressed on Jūgo thick throat, Naruto slammed it hard on the crusty toes of his left food, bending bone and tendons, Jūgo scream louder than the distinct sound of popping.
“Hold still now,” Naruto instructed, holding Jūgo feet in place as he raised the axe, “gotta make a clean cut, don’t wanna take too much on the first chop, ya know?”
A thought crossed his mind.
“Fuck, forgot,” he grumbled to himself, releasing Jūgo’s ratty feet, and lowering his axe.
He turned, moving to fireplace next to the grinding wheel, dragging the axe leisurely behind him.
It screeched against the concrete, the sound more ominous than annoying.
Kneeling in front of the blackened mouth, Naruto grabbed a few chunks of wood beside it, and tossed them in the pit on top of the kindling base he’d set up earlier. Pulling a match box out of his jeans pocket, he rested his axe in the crook of his arm, then lit the match. Tossing it on the kindling, he watched as it caught fire, unconcerned with the frantic banging mental on the floor he heard behind him. Took a few minutes and a bit of rearranging to get a roaring fire going, but the moment he did, he took the last item beside the fireplace.
His cauterizing rod.
Placing the metal in the fire, Naruto explained conversationally over his shoulder, “gotta make sure you don’t bleed out before class is dismissed.”
No response, only more desperate banging and straining grunts.
Finally prepped, Naruto stood and walked back to Jūgo, who’d bloodied his wrists and ankles in what had to be a single brain cell attempt to escape.
“Now,” the blonde grinned, pressing down slowly, agonizingly on Jūgo rapidly swelling, swiftly bruising feet, “where were we?”
Jūgo screamed, a horrendous, hoarse wail of a wounded animal.
Naruto raised his axe again.
Breath hitching in his lungs…
Dark pupils eating away at the surrounding sapphire…
Excitement crashing through his bloodstream, darkness rousing in his gut…
Kill Him…
“Oh yeah, I remember, left one first…” Naruto recalled softly.
“You get blood on my Brioni custom made suit, we’re gonna have problems.”
Yanked out of his euphoric haze, Naruto lowered the axe a second time and sent a glare over his shoulder at his fancy dressed attorney.
His charcoal black suit looked every inch of the two-point-three million yen it’d cost him.
“You don’t want blood on your suit, you know where the door is,” Naruto shot back, the fanatical, murderous fire in his baby blues abruptly cooling.
Jūgo came alive, shouting at the new arrival, promising the dark haired man anything he desired for release.
“Idiot,” Naruto laughed, “you really think he came down here to save you like some kinda damsel in distress?”
Incensed, Jūgo launched back into a tirade of thunderous, nearly incoherent cursing, spitting and impotent promises of a vicious death.
“Would you shut him the fuck up!” Sasuke barked over Jūgo’s shouting.
With a shrug, Naruto re-introduced Jūgo to his size thirteens.
The blow to the face left the tangerine haired man dazed but not out.
He was quiet though and that’s all Naruto cared about.
“Word on the street is you had a little…conversation with Genma last night. Fuck was that about?” Sasuke asked.
A single brow raised, Naruto returned, “seen your little lapdog tailing me last night, fuck was that about?”
Sasuke shrugged casually, lying to his face as he said, “just making sure you didn’t fall off the map again.”
Naruto gave a snort of disbelief, “bullshit. Your man didn’t show up till I got to Teuchi’s. Fuck did you think I was gonna do? Already told you I was doing the romance shit, dattebayo.”
It was Sasuke’s turn to raise a skeptical brow, “what part of romance involves snappin’ Genma’s arm, breaking his jaw and knocking half his teeth down his throat?”
“Collateral damage,” Naruto shrugged, “ not my fault he got in my way. All’s fair in love and battle, or whatever the fuck that movie said.”
“Love and war, dumbass,” Sasuke corrected.
“Whatever,” Naruto dismissed, “look, if your wife went in a strip club tryna get a job twirlin the pole, and knowin how Genma like to ‘inspect’ the product before he let’s em’ on stage, she spends more than two minutes alone with him, we both know you’d have Genma takin’ his dinner through a fuckin straw too.”
Though his black brow twitched annoyance, Sasuke didn’t respond, but that familiar, sinister intensity in his onyx eyes was answer enough.
“That’s what I thought,” the blonde grinned, “so what’d you expect me to do?”
“How the hell should I know, we’re in uncharted territory here. You’ve never been jealous over a woman in your entire life, didn’t expect you to suddenly start now.”
A light bulb clicked on in Naruto’s head.
Jealous…
Was that what he was last night?
Was that what that gnawing feeling in his gut, that grating sensation that tainted his rage was?
He turned the word over in his mind, testing the word and it’s implication.
Jealousy.
Over a woman.
The idea sounded so fuckin ridiculous he half expected Sasuke to burst out laughing and tell him he was joking.
Sasuke didn’t even crack a smile.
Blonde brows crashed together.
Jealousy…
The word felt…right.
Fuckin wild.
Naruto changed woman like he changed socks.
He’d seen his fair share of simps losing their cool over a woman, he’d mocked and ridiculed them, he’d watched them makes fuckin fools of themselves, confused as to why they expended so much energy crying and snottin’ over one when there were millions to choose from.
And yet, for the first time in his life, Sasuke was telling him he was on the other side of that pathetically common scenario.
He scowled.
No.
It wasn’t the same.
He wasn’t like them.
Hinata was his. She belonged to him.
This wasn’t some petty fuckin boyfriend/girlfriend drama, this was fuckin destiny.
“So what’s the plan?”
Tilting his head in question, Naruto waited for Sasuke to elaborate.
“Genma.”
A long suffering sigh hissed between his lips, Naruto muttered,“ask me do I give a fuck about Genma and his glass jaw.”
“You fucked him up and now he’s making noise about it. Wants to return the favor.”
Naruto couldn’t be more unbothered by the news.
What went down last night was business.
Genma wanted to try and save face by doing some dumb shit, more power to him.
Naruto wasn’t stressin’.
Genma was one bottom feeder in a very long line of bottom feeders wanting a piece of him.
That pussy pushin’ bitch could take a fuckin number.
Swinging the ax to rest over one broad shoulder, face painted in glacial boredom as he eyed his bestfriend, Naruto said, “look, asshole, I gotta real important meeting with a greedy old bitch in a couple hours and if I don’t hurry up with this dick head, I’m gonna be late and that’s gonna piss me off, so if you wanna throw hands over Genma hurry the fuck up and let’s do it, cuz I got shit do.”
“You and this fuckin ‘throw hands’ shit,” Sasuke grumbled, exasperation threading his words, “your answer for every goddamn thing.”
What was wrong with that?
It got shit done quick.
Whoever said ‘violence never solves anything’ was either a fuckin liar, or full of shit.
Violence solved everything.
Worked for him every time.
Reading the blonde’s expression word for word, Sasuke exhaled annoyance before saying, “whatever, fuck Genma then. You forget we have a meeting with the subordinates at the compound today? In exactly ten minutes?”
Naruto frowned, mind working to bring up his mental calender of ‘shit that’s gotta be done’.
Shit.
“You forgot,” Sasuke sighed, rubbing his forehead, an irritated sound rumbling his throat.
Yeah, he had fuckin forgot.
His mind had been on one thing and one thing only for the last eleven days.
Today wasn’t any different.
They’d have to push it back, he didn’t have time for that right now.
Naruto opened his mouth.
“Make fuckin time,” Sasuke answered before he could get it out, “had the meeting pushed back last week while you were off stalking your ‘future baby mama’. We can’t afford to put it off again, shit’s moving and you need to pay the fuck attention.”
What else was new.
Shit was always moving.
Annoyed, Naruto growled, “then they need to make it fuckin quick. Tell em’ to get their asses to the Shed so we can get it done.”
A single dark brow raised, Sasuke crossed his arms over his chest, “fuck do I look like, your secretary?”
Clicking his teeth, Naruto paced to the little camera notched high in the back corner of the dingy room.
Glaring into the lens, he shouted to whoever the fuck was in the control room, “you get all that? Tell all of em’; here in 15 or I’m collecting fingers at the door!”
Order issued, he turned to his forever nagging partner in crime.
“Satisfied?” Naruto asked, “can I get back to what the fuck I was doing now?”
“By all means,” Sasuke replied, waving an ushering arm towards Jūgo, sarcasm dripping like syrup, “have at it.”
“Pain in the ass,” Naruto muttered, stalking back to Jūgo.
He raised the axe over the dazed man, anticipation surging to the forefront. If Sasuke wasn’t looking to get his suit painted red, he’d better start heading for the door now.
“One more thing,” the king of all douche bags interrupted.
With a growl, Naruto froze mid swing, then turned, letting the axe rest on the floor with an loud thud.
“Fuck off Sasuke, you’re blowin’ my high, ‘ttebayo!”
“Mabui sent a message,” Sasuke told him, ignoring his tirade, though amusement gleamed in his dark eyes, “she took your judge and his wife out to dinner last night, your charges will be dismissed next court session.”
Naruto wasn’t surprised it’d gone down without a hitch.
Mabui was nothing if not efficient.
To be honest, Naruto hadn’t been pleased about this whole ‘Sasuke’s gotta a wife’ shit when he found out, last thing he needed was his brother by another mother getting led around by the balls and whining about ‘going straight’ for his wife’s sake like some whack ass B rated movie.
He should’ve know better.
Sasuke wasn’t a weak minded fool.
He was meticulous, calculating, and picky as fuck, and he applied that his strict thought processes to all aspects of his life.
Romance included.
Sasuke had married a slick talking, ambition driven, tactical master, politician that wasn’t afraid to get her hands dirty.
His coco-skinned spouse was some kinda psychopath wrapped in a shiny polished princess casing.
She smiled like a fuckin saint, blinding the masses with that sugary sweet smile of her as she took down her enemies piece by fuckin piece in broad daylight.
She was Sasuke’s equal, light to his dark.
Mabui worked the sunlight strings, and Sasuke pulled the night wires.
They functioned like the fuckin tag team from hell; moving people and power structures like pawns on a fuckin chessboard.
The media and Mabui’s rabid supporters swore the woman was the second coming of Mother Theresa.
The reality was, Mabui was the reigning Queen of the Underworld.
A king maker and a king slayer; political or otherwise.
She didn’t fuck around.
Naruto could always appreciate that type of ruthlessness.
She sure as fuck had his vote this coming fall.
Like him, she was a fuckin visionary who knew the way the real world worked.
“Tell her Uzumaki International Security Services will be makin’ another sizable donation to her campaign,” Naruto announced.
A single head nod, and Sasuke was retreated.
Clearly done getting on his nerves, the high powered attorney head for the door.
The jackass.
Finally alone with today’s rat, Naruto prowled back to Jūgo, lifting the axe, determined not to be interrupted again.
Jūgo hadn’t roused yet, but that was okay.
Naruto was about to give him something to wake his ass right up.
He swung the axe, driving it through Jūgo’s left ankle, grin widening as the sweet sound of bone severing and horrendous screams filled the room.
-
It took longer than he’d planned on, but he was more than satisfied.
Lungs heaving, eyes wide and excited, Naruto wiped a blood soaked hand through his equally drenched locks, pushing the wet strands stuck to his forehead.
Tossing the axe next to the bits and pieces of leftover Jūgo, Naruto sucked in a contented breath.
He felt good.
Felt refreshed and energized.
He stepped around the arms, legs and crimson puddle, admiring his handiwork, wondering if Jūgo had enjoyed his lesson.
Naruto reached down, grabbed a fist full of shaggy orange locks and lifted.
Jūgo’s severed head dripped as he held it up for closer study.
Wasn’t a bare handed decapitation, but he’d take it.
The cut was clean across, straight for the most part despite all the thrashing Jūgo had done in the process.
Dispassionate blue depths scanned the dead man’ last expression, taking in scattered bruises, appreciating the delicious tribute of agonizing torment forever etched into his ugly mug.
Humming thoughtfully, Naruto scanned the twisted expression with a more critical eye.
Priest would probably pay a killin’ for it, Art might too.
Geppetto definitely would.
He’d have it preserved and sell it to one of em.
He grinned.
Maybe he should start his own side hustle, creating a line of macabre art collectibles to sell on the Black Market.
Call himself Naruto Uzucasso.
He sure as fuck had more talent than that Picasso asshole.
Who else but him could take an axe to a bottom feeder and make art?
A familiar creaking cut through his self-admiration and redirected his attention to the door.
Naruto sat the head on his work bench and waited.
Footsteps sounded on the rickety stairs beyond the room’s wall, and a few seconds later, Shino stepped inside.
Heavy trench enclosing his tall, lanky form, onyx sunglasses gleaming beneath the florescent, the shaggy haired henchmen looked as static faced as he always did.
“They here, Brick?” Naruto asked, stripping his blood soaked shirt over his head, missing the familiar creases fold between Shino’s dark brows.
Not that it mattered.
Naruto knew the routine and was amused anyway.
Shino never liked his lil street name, not that anybody could blame him. He got it solely based on the fact that most of the crew, and Naruto himself, agreed Shino had as much presence as a brick wall.
Made him good at blending in where he didn’t belong, getting information and overhearing conversations he had no business having or hearing, but the downside to that was that Shino may as well be a fuckin dining room chair for all anybody in the crew noticed. Hell, even if Shino was in a room with nothing but him and an actual dining room chair, the damn chair still had a better chance of being noticed before Shino.
“Everyone is here and waiting in the den,” Shino answered, unfazed as Naruto unbutton his jeans and slipped his ruined jeans off.
Naruto nodded, shrugging off his boots and blood splattered socks.
“Let’s get this over with,” Naruto muttered.
He’d get a shower once he was done with the meeting, but fuck if he was sitting through it in soggy clothes.
Butt naked and covered in blood, Naruto left the room, jogged lightly up the creaky basement stairs and headed for the den.
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I got another chapter coming, most likely gonna be posted tomorrow, which will be about the long awaited confrontation with the landlady. After that, in chapter eleven, another meeting between Naruto and his future baby mama, lmao.
Hopefully there aren’t that many spelling errors in this, I didn’t run it through the text to speech thing I usually use. Too tired.
Anyway.
Hope you all enjoyed.
Don’t forget to review please.
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