Conning Sweethearts

well here's chapter two of "Conning Sweethearts" sorry it took a while but i was trying to remember the scene and then luck graces me with it's presence at 3am where lo and behold "Heartbreakers" (the movie i based this storyline on) was showing. of course i tried not to follow the speech too much as that's just unimaginative but there are a couple of line from the movie here. anyways ready and enjoy.

Warnings:- no coupling here, cussing (this will apply throughout the whole story so this is last warning for this), somewhat extreme OOCness, oh and sasuke beating his brother at something

Chapter 2: Big Trouble Leads To A Big Job


Two months later, the now divorced Itachi and his so called cousin ‘Ryuuchi’ sat in a high end restaurant in a secluded booth discussing earnings and plans for the future. Well discussing earning on Itachi’s part while the latter was discussed by Sasuke.

“Listen Itachi just give me my share so I can be on my way. You said this was the last one and then I‘m on my own,” Sasuke growled.

“Foolish little brother, you think that the amount I got from this one will be enough to set you up for life?” came Itachi’s response.

“Goddamn it Itachi I don’t care if all you made from this was 5 grand! I just want out of this with my cut so I get one with my life!”

“Hn, fine then. But don’t come crawling to me when the first person you fall in love with screws you over, leaving with nothing but a baby to take care of.”

“I’m not that stupid Itachi. Besides the only way that will happen if I married a female or we have more family magically appear and one of then just gave birth.”

A small flash of emotion passed through Itachi’s eyes so quickly that if you weren’t paying attention you would have missed it, but as Sasuke was directly in front of him he saw it and somewhat regretted what he said.

“Look Itachi, I didn’t mean it like that. I know it wasn’t your fault mom and dad got killed. Dad was a stupid prick to kick you out after what your lover did. It was his fault that mom went into depression and hung herself and then got drunk in his grief and drove off that cliff.”

“No Sasuke, I know it’s not my fault, but it doesn’t stop me from blaming myself. It was a good thing Obito’s ex-lover took me and showed me the ropes to help set me up before all that happened.”

“I know the whole story brother. You will just have to trust me and hope that you taught me well enough to know I’ll be fine, okay?”

Rolling his eyes slightly, he gave a small nod and grabbed a small bottle from his jacket pocket. “Fine, we’ll go to the bank tomorrow set you up. You’re just lucky I got 80 grand from this one instead of the 5 you suggested earlier, but I keep the car. Dinner’s on me.” Here he opened the bottle and discreetly emptied some of its contents into his plate of untouched food. Putting back the bottle, he picked up his fork and began to impale his chicken breast.

“What the hell?! Garçon! Garçon!” Itachi called over the nearby waiter. The waiter along with the Maître’d (1) of the restaurant came to see what displeased their customer. Sasuke looked over at his brother’s plate and trained his face into a look of grimace and disgust.

“Is there a problem with the food, sir?” the Maître’d inquired.

“Yes there is a problem,” Itachi answered with a glare focused on the waiter. An audible gulp was heard from the young boy. “I was just about to eat and found some hair and small pieces of glass in my food. I dare say if this is how you normally feed your customers, I will have to rethink coming or sending any of my piers here again.”

The Maître’d blanched slightly at this and quickly responded, “Of course not sir, this has never happened before,” snapping his fingers twice and with a small wave of his hand, the waiter under Itachi’s glare quickly moved both plates of food. “I can assure you it will never happen again. As for your dinner, do not bother about the bill and accept a complementary bottle of champagne?”

“Hn, make a bottle of red wine or Chardonnay, and I’ll forget all about this little fiasco” Itachi countered. Nodding at the request, the Maître’d turned around in order to get the requested drink, missing smirks on both of the pale skinned customers.


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“I don’t see what the problem here is, Neji. We give you money to put in, so you can give us back the money when we need it,” Itachi glared at the lavender-eyed man behind the mahogany desk. “Now explain to me why the hell you won’t give us any of our money out of our account!”

“Calm down Mr. Uchiha. It is not that I won’t give you you’re money it just that…” the other man known as Neji started.

“It just that he can’t give you something that isn’t there,” a new voice completed. Three heads turned to see who interrupted them. A tall fair-skinned man stood in the doorway with slicked down grey hair with a bang covering his left eye. He had on a grey suit that was 3 shades darker than his hair that complemented his dark gray-blue eye that was shown. He reached into his inner jacket pocket and handed a card to Itachi. “Asuma Umino (2), IRS. It seems, Mr. Uchiha that you haven’t filed your claims in nearly eight years and you owe an awful amount.”

Itachi looked shocked and slightly embarrassed. Sasuke turned to his older brother with a look of fake shock and said in a fake disappointed tone, “Itachi! I am shocked and appalled at what you’ve done. I can’t believe it.”

“Oh shut up Mr. Uchiha Jr. We haven’t seen a dime from you either,” Asuma snapped at Sasuke. Looking at Itachi again he continued, “Look all we want is our cut.”

“But I thought my spouse was taking care of any taxes that I had,” Itachi finally said, shaking out of his stupor.

“Oh really, which one would that be?” Asuma asked in a mocking tone.

At this Itachi hardened his facial features and turned his glare to glacial, “Look just because I’m have trouble with my personal life doesn’t mean that’s any of your goddamn.…”

Waving his hand dismissingly Asuma continued, “Whatever the case Mr. Uchiha, we don’t care how you and your brother get your money all we want is what you owe.”

Glaring even harder at being dismissed he clenched his teeth and fists. Nostrils flaring slightly, he gritted out, “Fine, how much do we owe you bastard.”

Eye crinkling in amusement at the younger man’s reaction, he was silent for a while as he seem to be calculating the amount needed. “Exactly 450 grand plus late fees and whatever other cost, comes up to about 495,950 dollars.”

At the amount Sasuke eyes widened and began silently hoping there was enough in the account to pay it off. Turning to his brother, he heard him scoff lightly and saw him pull out his checkbook from his pocket. Grabbing the pen off of their banker’s desk, Itachi began to fill out the check for the amount. He was slightly surprised to feel the pen being pulled out of his grasps.

“Oh no, no, no, no. That is the amount owed remaining after we cleared out your account. Oh by the way, for the last deposit,” here Itachi was given a thumbs up.

“How the fuck do you suggest we pay off that amount then?” Sasuke sneered.

“Again Mr. Uchiha Jr. I really don’t care how you do it, but we will reimburse you some of the money now to help out your situation. We’ll give you only ninety days to come up with our money or you will be charged and thrown in jail. But knowing Mr. Uchiha that shouldn’t be a problem now,” and with that Asuma walked off.


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“Well that’s 850 dollars for you and 850 dollars for me, coming up to the grand total of 1700,” Itachi said as he handed Sasuke his amount while sitting in their car, “With the way prices are rising these days I’m sure you can find a nice cardboard box to stay in while your out there living a normal life.”

Glaring at his older brother, Sasuke snatched his amount and stuffed it into his pants pocket. “None of this would have happened Itachi if you just paid your shit. Fuck, now we have to more conning just to make it by.”

“Nothing is wrong with that Sasuke, you should be used to it by now,” Itachi deadpanned. Big mistake to say. Sasuke turned livid and his glare turned Arctic as he turned back to his older brother.

“Used to it?! Used to It?! You think I like seducing strange married men that think that I’m you while their pound my ass into a bed. Even some of the women you married are worst than the men cause they prefer to tie me down while riding me, the last almost broke my dick off you fucker. All I wanted was to just take my share and live a fucking normal life, but you just have to go fuck up my life again Itachi. And after all that happens, in the end is a big payoff; do you know how that make me feel? Do you?! It makes me feel like some whore who’d do anything for a quick fuck!! You think I like feeling like that Itachi!! DO YOU SERIOUSLY THINK THAT??” Sasuke was now heaving by the end of his rant as he watched his brother sink down more into his seat.

Itachi has never been on the receiving end of his brother’s strongest glare and fury. Sure his glare was pretty strong enough to make the strongest willed men piss themselves and he is always on the receiving end of his brother anger, but to be on the receiving end of his younger brother’s Ultimate Death Glare and now his fury, was something Itachi was not prepared for. He hung his head shamefully and waited patiently until his brother’s breathing was regulated and calm.

Ten long minutes after, Sasuke finally quelled his burning rage to a small flint and collapsed back into his seat somewhat exhausted from the amount of emotions he let loose. Itachi finally raised his head and answered his brother’s questions calmly as to not agitate him further.

“No Sasuke I don’t think, I know you don’t like feeling like that because I felt the same way when I was working with Kakashi while he was showing me the ropes. And I know that you want a normal life because I want the same thing too, but right now what we need is an income in order to do that. If it wasn’t for that bastard father of ours and his brother Madara, we would have gotten all of our inheritance instead of paying off all of his debts and losing the rest our uncle. I really am sorry that we now have to more cons but….”

“No” Sasuke cut him off.

“No what Sasuke?” Itachi inquired.

“No more ‘cons’ we just need one. Besides we don’t have time to do a lot,” Sasuke deadpanned.

“And where do you propose we go to get this ‘one.’ Because I’m sure that there isn’t a lot in the inner and eastern states.”

“Palm Beach,” was the calm reply.

“What! Are you crazy?! Those people down there are more wary of the people they meet than the other losers we’ve been doing. I say we just stick to the small one for now until we move our way up,” Itachi reasoned.

“No! I refuse to whore myself anymore than I have to Itachi. It’s either Palm Beach or nothing. Please Itachi, I just don’t want to feel like this anymore,” pleaded Sasuke as he grabbed his brother’s sleeve.

Looking at his brother’s eyes he saw the loneliness and self-disgust there and released a breath of defeat and shook his head. “Fine Sasuke, we’ll do Palm Beach. Just don’t plead again; you’re an Uchiha and we don’t plead to anyone.”

Releasing his grasp on his brother’s sleeve, Sasuke faced forward as Itachi started the car that he got from his last divorce settlement, and headed for Palm Beach. Bending his head and letting his bangs to hide his face, he allowed a small smile to grace his features; one that Itachi or anyone else would ever see him have...

Or so he thought.

Well ther you have it, Chapter 2. R & R an tell me what you think.

(1) I am not sure how you spell this but it means Head waiter i believe if not someene tell me cuz i haven't studied french in like 4 years.

(2) I knw that this is really Asuma and yes it is who yall think it really is but for the sake of the story just accept it.

Most of this story or any other stories that i do are from memory and i knw most of the lines and scenes are off but where's the fun in jus copyin it exactly. the phrase is copyin and makin it your own, which is something i am trying my best to do. hopefully i've succeed

Anyways again R & R and tell me your thoughts whether good or bad