Mr. Alarming, Mr. Charming
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Naruto › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
Chapters:
3
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Shake a Leg
Chapter 2: Shake a leg
“So…” said Hideki, sitting at an arm chair at the Hinata homestead. It was kind of a big mansion spot, you know? Really classy and real nice… “Yeah, this is nicer than my apartment” he told a mute bodyguard, who seemed rather annoyed, “and I got to tell you, my apartment can get cosy!”
He wondered what the hell that Neji kid wants with his ass. Besides killing off some Hokage, though, Hideki was kind of fed up of waiting for someone to give him a job… and mindless homicide sprees through town were just boring now.
Suddenly, he heard a noise: it was rather faint, and he betted that the bodyguard didn’t hear it… “Say, where’s your little hand job room? I gotta empty” he told the bodyguard, who just stared for awhile… and then pointed down a hall and said “first door on your left” “thanks, bud” and Hideki ran off…
However, he just opened the door to the toilet and then shut it again… curiosity was getting the best of him… and you can really find something WEIRD when you’re in some big, high class mansion brought up and run by some faggot with a three-inch cock.
And then, by taking only a few steps down the hall, the noise he heard became louder… and one peek through the freaking door to the south, at the end of a curve into the next hall… beheld a pair of teenaged faggots: there was one dude with long hair, butt naked, smacking another dude in the ass with a flail…
If Hideki hadn’t suspected such right away, he would have thought they were women… those bishounen-looking morons… They were curvaceous, and their skin was smooth like the softest bed sheets… and even their voices sounded girly as they played with themselves…
“Oh my God… If I had my way, I’d stab them both!” trilled Hideki, rather insanely excited… from the colour of their eyes, Hideki could tell they were both Hyugas… which ones he didn’t know… nor did he care… “Just another little reminder on how faggot and boring the upper class people are!” and he walked away…
He came back to the waiting area whistling a little tune. It looked like the bodyguard didn’t suspect a thing… ah, well; I guess his boss isn’t too descriptive about his relations… “Mr. Neji will see you now” said the bodyguard curtly as Hideki walked up to him.
“Well, it’s about fucking time” said Hideki, and they both stepped into a big, expansive room. It looked a lot like a combination of a master bedroom, an office and a throne room. There, sitting on a throne behind a desk… was one of the little faggots he saw playing with themselves earlier on: he guessed this was Neji Hyuga…
“Holy shit, man!” said Hideki, throwing himself on a chair in front of the desk, “I didn’t know they had shrimps in charge!!” and he ignorantly took Neji by the hand and shook as hard as he could… Neji, meanwhile, looked both completely pissed and completely beaten.
“Right…” he said, trying to stray from what Hideki had said, “You’re Hideki Judó?” he said, scanning Hideki’s clothes, a glint of disgust in his eyes, “I expected someone more…” however, before Neji could end his comment, Hideki barked at him: “what, like some bishounen faggot?” and this made Neji’s eyes widen in both anger and frustration.
“How dare you speak back at me?!” he barked, standing up and smashing his fists on the table, “oh, fuck you, you faggot shrimp” said Hideki, inspecting his fingernails, “What did you just call me?” snarled Neji, walking out from behind the desk, trying to act all threatening, his head as red as a tomato… “What did you just call me?” he growled, “what, are you deaf now? I said you’re a cock-sucking faggot short bitch!”
“BE SILENT, YOU IGNORANT PUNK!” shouted Neji, “Oh, so now you’re trying to out-man me?” said Hideki, rather patiently in contrast with the furious Neji, “if you’re so fucking manly, then how come you have long hair… and those girly sandals… and the name “Neji”?”
Neji struggled to contain himself, and tried to act like a gentleman: “listen, you will treat your…” however, Hideki opened his dirty ass mouth again: “you suck dick, shrimp?” he said, which made Neji say “what gave you that idea? No, I’m…” but he was cut off once more: “BULLSHIT! I bet you could suck a shuriken through a hollow log!”
Neji’s face once again lit up like a tomato… but when he opened his mouth once again, Hideki cut him off one last time: “shut up and pour me some fucking sake, you prison bitch” he ordered… Neji hesitated for a bit… but then ordered his guard to bring some sake, serving himself and his guest… who never touched the drink for some reason.
“Now, what the hell am I doing here?” Hideki demanded, “Isn’t it obvious? I want you to perform a hit” responded Neji, gulping down a large portion of his sake, “Ah…my favourite past-time… on who might I ask?” “Ahh…” said Neji, sounding like the faggot dreamer/mystic he was…
“What, did you suddenly have a mother fucking orgasm? Who’s the target?” said Hideki… “That would be my cousin, Hyuga Hinata”… this left Hideki a bit surprised, but it was rather predictable… “Hyuga Hinata? The adorable little girl that got thrown on the street by her fag daddy?”
“Be careful what you say about my uncle” said Neji, sounding all high and mighty, “and my cousin… I’ll explain it to you” and Neji emptied his sake cup, and he paced his room… “My cousin, I’ve observed recently, has become an increasing danger to me… just recently; I attempted to kill her myself actually…”
And Hideki listened on for a few minutes… and then, he decided to interrupt Neji once more: “so, what do I do with her?” Neji stopped his ranting… and glared at Hideki, annoyed he had been interrupted once again… However, he maintained himself… a bit, at least…
“Well… first, I want you to kidnap her… hide her for a while, get the Military Police to look for her… then, send them a ransom note: demand 2,000 at best (“that’s how much this girl is worth to this guy?!” thought Hideki)… while that happens…” and Neji took a more serious tone… “I want you…” and he closed the distance between him and Hideki… “And listen to me… I want you to inflict as much pain… as much humiliation… as much emotional suffering and bleakness you can accomplish… and then, once you get the money, kill her”
Neji looked as though he was ready to murderize someone up… to tear out someone’s guts out and then eat them… and then ask for seconds… “I want you to gut her like the piece of shit she is… I want you to fuck her up like the garbage that she is… bring me her guts as proof, understand?”
“Damn…” said Hideki, draining his sake cup “you aren’t getting any serious bedtime, are you?” … with those last words, Hideki was grabbed by the neck of his shirt and the bottom of his pants, thrown through a window and told to get to work…
“So…” said Hideki, sitting at an arm chair at the Hinata homestead. It was kind of a big mansion spot, you know? Really classy and real nice… “Yeah, this is nicer than my apartment” he told a mute bodyguard, who seemed rather annoyed, “and I got to tell you, my apartment can get cosy!”
He wondered what the hell that Neji kid wants with his ass. Besides killing off some Hokage, though, Hideki was kind of fed up of waiting for someone to give him a job… and mindless homicide sprees through town were just boring now.
Suddenly, he heard a noise: it was rather faint, and he betted that the bodyguard didn’t hear it… “Say, where’s your little hand job room? I gotta empty” he told the bodyguard, who just stared for awhile… and then pointed down a hall and said “first door on your left” “thanks, bud” and Hideki ran off…
However, he just opened the door to the toilet and then shut it again… curiosity was getting the best of him… and you can really find something WEIRD when you’re in some big, high class mansion brought up and run by some faggot with a three-inch cock.
And then, by taking only a few steps down the hall, the noise he heard became louder… and one peek through the freaking door to the south, at the end of a curve into the next hall… beheld a pair of teenaged faggots: there was one dude with long hair, butt naked, smacking another dude in the ass with a flail…
If Hideki hadn’t suspected such right away, he would have thought they were women… those bishounen-looking morons… They were curvaceous, and their skin was smooth like the softest bed sheets… and even their voices sounded girly as they played with themselves…
“Oh my God… If I had my way, I’d stab them both!” trilled Hideki, rather insanely excited… from the colour of their eyes, Hideki could tell they were both Hyugas… which ones he didn’t know… nor did he care… “Just another little reminder on how faggot and boring the upper class people are!” and he walked away…
He came back to the waiting area whistling a little tune. It looked like the bodyguard didn’t suspect a thing… ah, well; I guess his boss isn’t too descriptive about his relations… “Mr. Neji will see you now” said the bodyguard curtly as Hideki walked up to him.
“Well, it’s about fucking time” said Hideki, and they both stepped into a big, expansive room. It looked a lot like a combination of a master bedroom, an office and a throne room. There, sitting on a throne behind a desk… was one of the little faggots he saw playing with themselves earlier on: he guessed this was Neji Hyuga…
“Holy shit, man!” said Hideki, throwing himself on a chair in front of the desk, “I didn’t know they had shrimps in charge!!” and he ignorantly took Neji by the hand and shook as hard as he could… Neji, meanwhile, looked both completely pissed and completely beaten.
“Right…” he said, trying to stray from what Hideki had said, “You’re Hideki Judó?” he said, scanning Hideki’s clothes, a glint of disgust in his eyes, “I expected someone more…” however, before Neji could end his comment, Hideki barked at him: “what, like some bishounen faggot?” and this made Neji’s eyes widen in both anger and frustration.
“How dare you speak back at me?!” he barked, standing up and smashing his fists on the table, “oh, fuck you, you faggot shrimp” said Hideki, inspecting his fingernails, “What did you just call me?” snarled Neji, walking out from behind the desk, trying to act all threatening, his head as red as a tomato… “What did you just call me?” he growled, “what, are you deaf now? I said you’re a cock-sucking faggot short bitch!”
“BE SILENT, YOU IGNORANT PUNK!” shouted Neji, “Oh, so now you’re trying to out-man me?” said Hideki, rather patiently in contrast with the furious Neji, “if you’re so fucking manly, then how come you have long hair… and those girly sandals… and the name “Neji”?”
Neji struggled to contain himself, and tried to act like a gentleman: “listen, you will treat your…” however, Hideki opened his dirty ass mouth again: “you suck dick, shrimp?” he said, which made Neji say “what gave you that idea? No, I’m…” but he was cut off once more: “BULLSHIT! I bet you could suck a shuriken through a hollow log!”
Neji’s face once again lit up like a tomato… but when he opened his mouth once again, Hideki cut him off one last time: “shut up and pour me some fucking sake, you prison bitch” he ordered… Neji hesitated for a bit… but then ordered his guard to bring some sake, serving himself and his guest… who never touched the drink for some reason.
“Now, what the hell am I doing here?” Hideki demanded, “Isn’t it obvious? I want you to perform a hit” responded Neji, gulping down a large portion of his sake, “Ah…my favourite past-time… on who might I ask?” “Ahh…” said Neji, sounding like the faggot dreamer/mystic he was…
“What, did you suddenly have a mother fucking orgasm? Who’s the target?” said Hideki… “That would be my cousin, Hyuga Hinata”… this left Hideki a bit surprised, but it was rather predictable… “Hyuga Hinata? The adorable little girl that got thrown on the street by her fag daddy?”
“Be careful what you say about my uncle” said Neji, sounding all high and mighty, “and my cousin… I’ll explain it to you” and Neji emptied his sake cup, and he paced his room… “My cousin, I’ve observed recently, has become an increasing danger to me… just recently; I attempted to kill her myself actually…”
And Hideki listened on for a few minutes… and then, he decided to interrupt Neji once more: “so, what do I do with her?” Neji stopped his ranting… and glared at Hideki, annoyed he had been interrupted once again… However, he maintained himself… a bit, at least…
“Well… first, I want you to kidnap her… hide her for a while, get the Military Police to look for her… then, send them a ransom note: demand 2,000 at best (“that’s how much this girl is worth to this guy?!” thought Hideki)… while that happens…” and Neji took a more serious tone… “I want you…” and he closed the distance between him and Hideki… “And listen to me… I want you to inflict as much pain… as much humiliation… as much emotional suffering and bleakness you can accomplish… and then, once you get the money, kill her”
Neji looked as though he was ready to murderize someone up… to tear out someone’s guts out and then eat them… and then ask for seconds… “I want you to gut her like the piece of shit she is… I want you to fuck her up like the garbage that she is… bring me her guts as proof, understand?”
“Damn…” said Hideki, draining his sake cup “you aren’t getting any serious bedtime, are you?” … with those last words, Hideki was grabbed by the neck of his shirt and the bottom of his pants, thrown through a window and told to get to work…