Being a Yazkuza's Bride

Chapter 13: Inside man



It seemed like there was always something that he had to do. Now Kakashi prided himself as a man who could get out of doing any kind of work, usually by passing it onto one of his underlings. Yet this task he would not allow anyone else to handle, simply because it felt too personal for someone else to handle.



Retrieving Naruto's clothes.



He was ordered to go to the blonde's apartment and fill a suitcase with the blonde's clothes. Sasuke planned on after he beat the shit out of the snake bastard and most likely killed him, to take a little vacation. Somewhere tropical maybe…



The silver-haired man couldn't help but chuckle; the young Uchiha always planned ahead, although this whole mess with Naruto was never planned. Then again it was only when the blonde was around that Sasuke got riled up; he was like a peacock that got its feathers ruffled, it was funny. Although really this situation wasn't funny at all, Orochimaru had gone too far with his actions.



Slowly he went up the stairs, the large suitcase lugging behind him. When he finally reached the blonde's floor he sighed out wearily, it wasn't as bad as last time when he had actually carried Naruto up 4 flights of stairs. But with no lifts… it was just torture.



When he finally reached the right floor, he straightened out his suit and tightened the grip on the handle. He was about to walk down the corridor when he noticed a brunette standing in front of Naruto's apartment door. He was at least a head shorter than Kakashi, long brown hair pulled into a high ponytail, and what looked like a long scar just over his nose. The man looked worried pacing up and down in front of Naruto's apartment door.



"Can I help you?" he asked, approaching the man.



The brunette stopped in his tracks and stared Kakashi up and down in confusion. "Do I know you?"



"Oh, I'm Naruto's manager at Club Tengoku, and you?"



"Umino Iruka, I'm Naruto's-"



"His foster father! Naruto mentioned you!" he interjected happily. Of course Naruto hadn't mentioned the man at all, he just knew the man from reading the blonde's file.



"Really? Have you seen Naruto then? He didn't come home yesterday and-"



"Oh he's just pulling a double shift, really nothing to worry about!" he quickly replied.



Iruka frowned at the tall man, something didn't seem right. "Then why are you here?"



Now he's stumped; how to answer that one? "Well I promised him I would get some of his spare clothes…"



"And you need a suitcase for that?"



"Oh this? This is just- this is just for me…" what the hell did that even mean? That was one of the most stupid things he could come up with.



"And you carried it up all the way here?"



"Er… yes?"



The brunette just kept staring at him, obviously not believing what he was saying. "Okay… could you please tell Naruto to contact me soon, I need to go."



"Of course!" he replied and waved at the smaller man as he walked away. As soon as he was out of sight, Kakashi let out a sigh of relief.



Good, now he needed to get the blonde's stuff together.



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Getting shot was one thing, but what this woman was doing was much worse.



Dr. Suzuki Tsunade, a busty woman with dirty blonde hair bundled together in a tight bun, a pale beautiful face. Deceivingly young looking for someone so old, she looked 30 when she was 60. And she was an expert surgeon. A miracle worker, with healing hands that had the ability to bring a person back from the brink of death. Yet her methods were unorthodox, she wasn't gentle or kind, usually reeked of alcohol, and was an unlucky gambler.



That's the reason she didn't actually practice medicine anymore. Her gambling debts piled up so high that she did some backstreet work. But when she got drunk, she also got loud, and botched her whole operation up. Got her licence revoked and almost ended up on the street.



That's before the Uchiha's came and picked her up from her rut. They made her a deal. Work for them, and her current and future debts would be taken care of. That's why she was working on him now.



"OW, watch it!" Neji shouted as she wound the bandages a bit too tightly.



"Stop whining, you brat," she snapped back and pulled the bandages even tighter to make a point.



The young man hissed, but didn't complain again. Instead Neji tried to distract himself by looking around the room he was kept in. Not that there is very much, plain white walls, no window, only a bed and a bedside table, and the bed he was laying on was covered in his precious life-giving blood.



"You're lucky that the bullet was a through 'n' through, and somehow managed to miss any vital organs. Honestly, another hour and you might have died. Idiots, the lot of you," she muttered under he breath.



Tsunade detested the Yakuza; they ruined lives, although that was a contradiction. It was well known that the Yakuza controlled the gambling sites and foreign alcohol distribution in Japan, both of her weaknesses. Yet it was also because of the Yakuza that she lost everything, her husband died in a crossfire between two rivalling clans, and her little brother… stabbed in the back. In the end as much as she hated them, she also needed them to survive.



And she hated herself for that.



Golden brown eyes glanced at the brooding man standing by the door; the Uchiha were amongst the worst of the Yakuza clans. Their power reached beyond Japan, and they held an almost cruel control over their 'businesses'. Tsunade didn't think that there wasn't a rivalling clan who didn't know and fear them. Especially if somebody was giving the same death glare the Uchiha was giving her patient right now.



She could tell her presence was unwanted, so after making sure that Neji was okay she packed up her kit and left the room. Leaving Sasuke and Neji alone. The raven straightened himself, rubbing imaginary creases from his expensive suit before regarding the injured with a fierce glare.



"Let's get this straight Hyuuga, I'm only getting you treated as collateral. If the information you gave me was wrong, I will simply kill you, and I promise this bullet won't miss," Sasuke stated.



"Tch, understood Uchiha, although I do have to ask you something."



"Are you really in a position to ask me questions?"



Neji chuckled, he ignored the warning look the other was giving and continued. "Why do you want to save him so badly?"



"I hate my property being messed with," he replied back snidely.



The Hyuuga frowned. "Is that all he is to you, another piece of meat? Will you throw him away after you're done with him like the many others?" Sasuke went silent at this; he didn't have an answer for that. So instead of saying anything he turned around and left the room.



"He will run away from you if you aren't true to him!" Neji shouted after him, but Sasuke ignored him.



Well he tried to ignore him. Neji's words rang true in his mind; he wasn't a particularly kind lover, then again he never expected much of them, just obedience and a good fuck. Maybe that's why most of his relationships didn't last for more than a week; he got annoyed with people too quickly. And Naruto really embodied that, he was loud, defiant, and such a nuisance. But it was an attractive part of the blonde… that fire in his blue eyes. Sasuke enjoyed its blaze, and here he was about to rescue Naruto from Orochimaru's perverted clutches.



He could tell himself as much as he wanted to that it was simply because no one stole from him, and that made him wonder. Would Naruto ever mean anything more to him? So far he hadn't cut the blonde out of his life; in fact he was even more determined to keep the dobe in it.



What did this mean?



To him it seemed genetically impossible for an Uchiha to actually even 'love'. His father never cared about his mother, and he even had heard rumours about the man having numerous affairs. His brother was an odd one though, for a long time he was a single, never having a lover. Then Deidara came along a few years ago, and they were still together. Uncle Obito was a playboy, uncle Madara might jump anything that moves, and he didn't even want to think about the rest of his clan.



Then there was 'fatherly' love, if that even existed. Fugaku never paid much attention to him, Itachi was important, but never really 'loved', and he was left to live in his older brother's shadow. The man was too cold, always looking for profits, and his sons were just another way to make more money. That's what all those gatherings where about. Since Itachi was so obviously bent, and he didn't mind being with a woman (only ever slept with one, and that had been his first time before he decided that vaginas weren't his thing. His father didn't know that though.) he was the obvious candidate to help extend their already huge clan.



No matter what his own choosing was.



Sasuke sighed and went inside his office to sit down, only to find Kakashi already waiting for him inside. The silver-haired man looked up at him when he heard the door open and gave a nod in greeting.



"You got his things?" the raven asked.



"Yes, and also met his foster father…"



"Naruto's foster father? That Umino guy, did he ask any questions?"



"Well obviously, but I think I managed to gain some time."



"Good," he replied and sat down beside his desk. Swivelling the office chair around so that he was looking out of the window.



Kakashi stared at the raven; he had this odd contemplative look on his face, he did brood very often, that's what the young Uchiha did most of his time. Although the look he held now was slightly different, and Kakashi could guess what this was about. It wasn't difficult to decipher what he was thinking.



"You know how when you were younger your mother often went on vacation?"



Sasuke didn't even glance at the silver-haired man when he replied. "It was the only way to get away from father, and his lies."



Kakashi couldn't help but chuckle, the man would never change. He still acted like a teenager when it came to talking about his father. "The rumors regarding your father aren't true Sasuke…"



"Hn…"



"And your mother never went on vacation."



This got the young Uchiha's attention; he glanced at Kakashi with a delicate eyebrow raised in confusion. "What's that supposed to mean?"



"Fugaku lied to you about that, you were too young to remember this, but when your father started taking over the Uchiha clan, the family had a lot of enemies. And you mother was a prime target. All those time your mother supposedly took a holiday she was actually kidnapped, and your father personally went to rescue her. Do you know why?"



"Because someone dared to snatch away his 'property?" he replied with a sneer.



"No, because he loved her."



If Sasuke hadn't been sitting down he would right now be on the floor. Did he just hear Kakashi right? No, he did hear him right, and if that manic grin the older man was carrying meant anything, it showed how much he was enjoying the raven's bewilderment right now.



"If there was one person your father truly cared about, it would be your mother," Kakashi continued. "He has never been able to deny her anything, that's why Itachi wasn't forced to marry and why Fugaku hasn't cut you out of the family for your continued disobedience."



Hn, and all this time he wondered why he hadn't been kicked out of the clan yet. He defied his father on all his decisions, and simply did what he wanted. Sasuke didn't know whether to be glad that his mother had his back or feel insulted that he was still being coddled like a child. Then again he liked keeping his fingers where they were, attached to his body. (Yakuza costume, to cut of a finger when leaving their 'family')



Kakashi chuckled again and stood up from his seat. "Uchiha's have an odd way of showing that they care," he said and left the raven's office.



Sasuke stared blankly at the now empty chair; he felt like banging his head against the table, although that would probably only make his headache worse.



"You're an ass Hatake…"



He shouldn't be thinking about this, it would only cause him more problems. When he got Naruto back he would sort this out properly, he couldn't think with all these muddled up feelings.



'Knock, knock'



"Come in," he ordered.



The door slowly creaked open and in stepped one of his employees: Nara Shikamaru. The man lazily entered the room and slumped onto the seat, giving Sasuke his usual bored gaze. Nara may not look it but he was part of the 'family', a hacker, siphoning information from other businesses, and took part in Sasuke's more 'legal' business. Now, however, he needed Nara's skills for something else.



"Anything I can help you with, Uchiha-san? It's not usual that you call me up."



"I have an important assignment for you; I need for you to track all of Orochimaru's cargo boats."



"His cargo boats? Why?"



"Uzumaki Naruto has been kidnapped by Orochimaru," Sasuke said.



"Naruto? Naruto got kidnapped?" Shikamaru couldn't believe what he was saying.



He knew it was dangerous for the blonde to work for the Uchiha; he should have tried harder to keep Naruto away from that Club! Now his best friend was taken away by that renowned rapist! His lazy posture changed, and turned to glare at the Uchiha sitting behind the desk. He could barely control his anger; the usually calm Shikamaru was just about ready to burst.



"What the fuck did you do, Uchiha?" he growled uncharacteristically, but Sasuke took it calmly.



"I know he is your friend, and you have every right to be angry, but this is more important than your misplaced anger. Since it wasn't me who hurt him. Orochimaru kidnapped him. I want you to find the ship he is occupying, he'll most likely be occupying the same boat with Naruto."



"How can you be so sure?"



"Orochimaru is a compulsive control freak, he won't leave what he wants without supervision. Try and get in contact with Juugo as well, he may be able to help."



The brunette took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, and then slowly stood up, leaving the room without another word. Shikamaru didn't think he had ever been this tired, and now he had a call to make. He reached inside his pocket and took out his mobile phone, searching through the list for one particular name. Then pressed the phone against his ear, waiting for the man on the other side to pick up.



"Hello?"



"Juugo, where are you?" Sasuke never trusted Orochimaru and always had someone to keep an eye on the man.



Sasuke always though that there could be a chance he would go after one of the Club hosts, instead Naruto turned out to be the target. Not that Orochimaru was the only one the raven kept tabs on; almost all the visitors to Club Tengoku were checked out, and those with the most unfavourable backgrounds were spied on. It was a simple way of keeping on top of future threats.



"Keeping an eye on Orochimaru, don't have a clue where we are going though…"



Shikamaru finally reached the computer room; he booted up the computer and started pulling up the list of Orochimaru's cargo boats. "Which boat?" he asked.



"R-7, The Nuetial," Juugo replied.



He found it, and cursed under his breath when he found out that it had left the harbour yesterday night. At least he could figure out it destination.



"What's going on?"



"You're going to Taiwan…"



"Shit," Taiwan meant that Orochimaru was either buying a new toy, or selling an old one. For Shikamaru it meant that his best friend would be passed around like some hand-me-down clothes.



He needed to think fast.



"Did he bring someone new on board?" he asked, trying to keep his voice as steady as possible.



"Yeah, a blonde-haired kid…"



"Did he have scars on his cheeks and blue eyes?"



"Yes, I think so."



"Good, this is what I want you to do."