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Plato of Your Kind	By : Ljiljana Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1231 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Plato of Your Kind

Prologue

Wisdom of Body

(There is more wisdom in your body than in your deepest philosophy.

~ Nietzsche)

It was a completely wrong place for Naruto to be right then.

He was too tired to dance and have fun after a long day at work, he couldn’t drink because he had to be in the hospital first thing in the morning to visit Jiraiya and the smoke was making his eyes tear and itch. The place was nice, though. Some people were sitting at low round tables, drinking the colorful drinks the club was famous for and a lot of them were dancing to a remix of a vaguely familiar song. The atmosphere was good, but all Naruto wanted to do was sleep and maybe have a day off sometime that month.

He could never say no to Sakura, though, not after everything she had done for him in the last several months. After all the cleaning, washing his clothes while he was running from one job to another, and not the least for just being with him when Jiraiya got sick, what was a small favor of getting her and Ino in one of the better clubs to celebrate an exam passed?

Jiraiya’s security agency was good for that at least. All the employees were city’s elite. When the agency had to be sold because Jiraiya was so horrible at business that everything fell apart at the first sign of trouble and Naruto needed money, they were scattered all over, with their reputation easily finding good jobs. When he had mentioned in passing that one of them, a giant named Ibiki, was now working as security chief in this place, Sakura made Naruto ask him to let them in tonight.

Sakura and Ino were talking with some guys who had bought them drinks a bit earlier, Naruto could see from where he was leaning on the banister of the stairwell leading somewhere upstairs. Even though they seemed harmless enough, he had to check them out. Sakura would not like it if she knew that he had lifted their wallets as soon as the two of them accepted the drinks and memorized – well, the important bits - the information in the documents before returning them discreetly. He couldn’t do anything else to make sure they were safe without getting beaten up by Sakura and left without the discount Ino was giving him on the flowers and other things he was buying in her family’s shop, because girls thought they could take care of themselves.

Instead of saying goodbye, for that would have interrupted whatever the guy with unusually thick eyebrows was telling Sakura that got her to blush violently, Naruto typed out a short message and sent it to her. She couldn’t hear her phone in over the music, but she would check it as soon as she noticed he was gone.

The emergency door was closer, but there was a broad guy with club name tag on his black t-shirt next to them. Thinking that he will not likely be let out through there, Naruto stopped to observe. He didn’t feel like going to find Ibiki nothing more than going through the sea of dancing people to reach the main door. Man’s weakness was obvious after only several seconds. Next time a girl with the cleavage bigger than brain walked by on her way to the toilet, Naruto slipped behind him and out of the door.

The alley behind the club was empty. Naruto braced himself against the icy cold air and the stench that was coming from the dumpster full of trash, and turned to where the alley was melting into the street.

A jeep turned in before he made a couple of steps. Naruto knew that car, or better yet, he recognized the symbol on the sides. There was no doubt that it would be Itachi getting out of them before the doors opened.

He backed off without thinking. Chances that Itachi would remember him were thin; Naruto’s parents had moved out of the neighborhood when Naruto was maybe twelve, but he didn’t want to risk it. He wasn’t feeling like talking, even if it was only to explain what he was doing behind the club, and he definitely didn’t feel like being searched inside out if the obligatory thugs rendered him suspicious.

Naruto backed up, retreated into the dark, to the heavy shadows and closer to the dumpster. He knew that crouching would be a better way to conceal himself in this situation, but that would be rather drastic and, if Itachi’s security spotted him, potentially even more problematic. He turned so his shoulder was facing the open space, to make himself the smallest potential viewing target, if someone looked carefully enough into the shadows.

Once the last door closed, and the sound of automatic locking echoed off the walls, Itachi’s phone ringed startlingly loud. He answered it, opening the phone in one swift elegant move.

Down on the ground around Naruto, the things that couldn’t fit into the dumpster were laying – used condoms, used pieces of toilet paper, tampons. Things from the club’s toilets. Watching carefully, so he wouldn’t step on something if forced to retreat more, Naruto even saw a real, extra large human shit. Someone couldn’t wait in the line. No matter how much money was spent on a club, or how imaginative the lights were, the trash next to it was being picked up only once a week, just like everyplace else.

Itachi’s slightly annoyed voice snapped back Naruto’s attention. He was not the type to show annoyance and raise his voice. Even if Naruto hadn’t had the opportunity to know that personally, he would have known anyway because people talked about Itachi a lot. This was uncharacteristic.

“No, lady, for the last time, you have the wrong number.” Itachi said before hanging up.

Naruto thought that it would be funny, an old lady – or he presumed it was an old lady because Itachi was pretty nice, considering – calling a big crime lord just before he was about to go inside of his dirty jobs fortress, only it sounded ridiculous at this hour. Not to mention that this alley was most likely one of the places he was most vulnerable at; there must be a good reason for the back door being completely out of use.

An old lady getting Itachi’s number several time in a row while he was so exposed by accident sounded improbable.

Already wary, Naruto tensed further when Itachi’s phone ringed again. He quickly scanned the surroundings. The building above him had just a wall on that side, the club was on the upper side a huge, yellow window, but of those that couldn’t open. The trash was too far away from the exit; Itachi would have no reason to stray that much. That excluded a bomb. What was left was…

…The apartment complex across the street. Most of the windows were still lit, being only twelve and all, so Naruto quickly looked over the dark ones. And there it was, third floor, second visible window from the right, opened, with a long barrel leaned on the windowsill.

Before making a conscious decision to do it, Naruto ran. When his mind caught up with his body, he was swearing - cursing Itachi for being nice to him when he was a kid and giving him a candy bar once, cursing Sasuke for whatever it was that was making him a good childhood memory, because it wasn’t his personality - but he was still running. Itachi’s guards noticed him and started drawing their weapons. It was too late.

Naruto used the force of his sprint to knock Itachi over. He didn’t hear the shot – silencers were not completely silent but workable on this distance – but he heard when the bullet hit chassis of the jeep over his head. Naruto quickly got up on his feet. He dragged Itachi behind the car, trying to stay as low as possible.

Once safe, he scanned the surroundings once again. Bodyguards were apparently out of shock. The smaller one was running to the beginning of the alley and the bigger one, with oddly bluish skin, checking if his boss was undamaged.

“Where?” The big blue guy demanded of Naruto once he was sure that Itachi was alright.

“Third floor.” Naruto answered, trying to control the slight pant.

The guy looked once again at him, a calculating sharp eyes roaming over his face, and left without a word. Itachi, leaning at the car with his back, didn’t appear to be worried. If anything, he seemed to find the situation amusing.

“Naruto.” He said. So, he remembered after all. “This is a surprise.”

Not sure how to deal with the calculating gaze, Naruto asked uncomfortably, “Are you hurt?”

“No.” Itachi said, not changing the expression. “Thanks to you.”

“I meant, when you hit the ground with me on top. I’m not exactly light and the ground is not exactly soft.”

“I’m fine. But I see you took over your godfather’s business.” Naruto automatically frowned. He was always around, it was just the way it was in his family, and that was probably almost as good as if he was trained. He even had some experience, but he didn’t want to take over Jiraiya’s business. “I wanted to hire him several times. He said no.”

No wonder. Itachi was just a common criminal. Well, he was some sort of mega-boss, but Jiraiya’s usual clientele were politicians, famous actors - important people with legal jobs. He was maybe a dumbass for the money issues, but very good at what he did.

“We sold it months ago.” Naruto informed him. Jiraiya was still the owner of one third of the agency, actually, but Naruto had sold the rest of it, two thirds he inherited from his parents. He had to sell it; Jiraiya was in the hospital for a long time, the bills were horrible because the old fart messed up even that little bit of health insurance he was bothering to take. It didn’t matter, anyway, because the place had stopped working on the day Jiraiya was admitted into the hospital.

“Waste.” Itachi answered.

Naruto glanced at the building across the street. Itachi’s big blue guy was in the right room, clearly visible on the light that was now turned off. The smaller guy was making his way back. Everything was under control, one way or the other.

“Okay, then.” Naruto said, after a short struggle to say something more productive. Itachi simply nodded. Only partly aware of Itachi getting up on his feet and watching him open the door of the club, Naruto walked back into the smoke and nauseating mixture of perfumes, still planning to go home, but taking the path that was maybe longer and more annoying but was also safer for now. With adrenalin withdrawing, he felt more tired then ever.

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