Wicked Lovely Lies
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Naruto AU/AR › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,031
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter Two
This Chapter is unedited for now.
Sorry it's short. =/
Chapter Two
Naruto walked into the dimly lit club, the smell of smoke and cheap liquor filled his nostrils. All around him sweaty bodies pulsed with the bass. Strobe lights worked the corners, as well as a few couples.
Naruto scanned the foreign place quickly, taking in all the exits and the security. He very casually checked his arsenal, two nine millimeter handguns were tucked into his holster, four sets of ammo strapped above them across his chest.
He glanced up to the VIP section across the packed dance floor, he could vaguely make out Sasuke’s silhouette, his partner in anti-crime.
They were always prepared for another battle, he’d won more than he’d lost. However they were still losing the war. He could see more than six people in his immediate area that were tripping on Ecstasy.
He grimaced and straightened his black blazer, moving slowly up to the open bar, he signaled the bartender.
He was currently waiting for his informant, they’d been running these circles for nearly six months. Three drug lords were operating on peaceful terms in this area, and they owned more than half of the local PD.
That’s where they came in. They were the Kempeitai.
On his left he saw a pink pixie flit through his peripheral vision, he didn’t even spare the girl a glance. She leaned up against the bar next to him, but not to close, she ordered five complicated drinks and a bottle of wine that ran about a thousand bucks a pop. The bartender sighed, knowing he was going to be gone for a good ten minutes.
“What’s the news Sakura?” He asked, barely moving his lips. He watched her small body turn slightly away from him, her tiny fingers tapping impatiently against the cool surface of the bar.
“They’re smuggling nearly ten thousand pounds of assorted illegal substances into the city every month. Sasuke can’t get a lead on where they house any of it. Apparently, they’re extremely friendly with the Yakuza, which means they’re operating either as partners, which makes four drug lords. Or they’re working under them. “
“Fuck.” Yakuza meant access, meant power. They were not dealing with the average gang leaders. These were intelligent business men. He took a sip of his beer, aware of his verbal slip.
He saw Sakura’s bare shoulders shake with humorless laughter, she was wearing a form fitting black cocktail dress, and she’d dyed her hair a bright pink. It had been a drastic change from her usual strawberry blonde but it was surprisingly cute, especially with her bright green eyes.
“Sasuke’s said he’s devising a plan, but it’ll delay the exposure by at least six months.”
“What is it?”
“I don’t know, he wont tell me. He told me to tell you though, to lie low for a while, maybe about a month. He’s going to get closer to them I think. I’ll tell you what I can when I can.”
“When are you guys coming back to the apartments? It’s been nearly a month.”
“I don’t know that either, really… I don’t like the way Sasuke’s using me though, as though I’m a fucking object, I mean, I might not be his actual girlfriend, but he doesn’t have to be such a dick. At least the other girls get pretty diamonds and shit, all I get is a man-shaped asshole.”
Naruto chuckled, but he knew as well as Sakura did that she could never wear jewels bought with blood money. Because that’s what it was, people died everyday because of the drugs circling in Tokyo. “So what role are you playing besides informant?”
“Well I’ve broadened my horizons,” she said sarcastically, he could almost see her eyes roll. “I’ve become really good ‘friends’ with the girlfriends up there. Jeez, I couldn’t do it, the wives are these woman that are aware, but… they let their men kill people, sleep with many women, many of them have mistresses. They’re more loose-lipped and fucking stupid. They’re all sluts, usually strippers.” She snorted. “They give me information that helps Sasuke maneuver around them more easily. But other than that, they’re aren’t any more updates.”
Naruto sighed, he’d have to stay on the surface and wait. He knew the drill, they told him that he played an important role in the sting, but it was hard to believe when he rarely ever got into the action.
He was essentially at the moment back-up, he also was currently a messenger boy. It was pissing him off, he wanted Sasuke to let him get into the action, but he was more useful on the outside.
He sighed as the bartender came back, handing Sakura a plate full of crystal glasses and a bucket of ice with the wine bottle. He turned then and walked to an empty booth. He mingled half-heartedly and then left, it would look suspicious otherwise.
He looked at the clock in the dashboard of his compact, not even eight yet. And he couldn’t even have a social life. He sighed and sped off toward his apartments. Ramen again tonight.
* * *
End.
Sorry it's short. =/
Chapter Two
Naruto walked into the dimly lit club, the smell of smoke and cheap liquor filled his nostrils. All around him sweaty bodies pulsed with the bass. Strobe lights worked the corners, as well as a few couples.
Naruto scanned the foreign place quickly, taking in all the exits and the security. He very casually checked his arsenal, two nine millimeter handguns were tucked into his holster, four sets of ammo strapped above them across his chest.
He glanced up to the VIP section across the packed dance floor, he could vaguely make out Sasuke’s silhouette, his partner in anti-crime.
They were always prepared for another battle, he’d won more than he’d lost. However they were still losing the war. He could see more than six people in his immediate area that were tripping on Ecstasy.
He grimaced and straightened his black blazer, moving slowly up to the open bar, he signaled the bartender.
He was currently waiting for his informant, they’d been running these circles for nearly six months. Three drug lords were operating on peaceful terms in this area, and they owned more than half of the local PD.
That’s where they came in. They were the Kempeitai.
On his left he saw a pink pixie flit through his peripheral vision, he didn’t even spare the girl a glance. She leaned up against the bar next to him, but not to close, she ordered five complicated drinks and a bottle of wine that ran about a thousand bucks a pop. The bartender sighed, knowing he was going to be gone for a good ten minutes.
“What’s the news Sakura?” He asked, barely moving his lips. He watched her small body turn slightly away from him, her tiny fingers tapping impatiently against the cool surface of the bar.
“They’re smuggling nearly ten thousand pounds of assorted illegal substances into the city every month. Sasuke can’t get a lead on where they house any of it. Apparently, they’re extremely friendly with the Yakuza, which means they’re operating either as partners, which makes four drug lords. Or they’re working under them. “
“Fuck.” Yakuza meant access, meant power. They were not dealing with the average gang leaders. These were intelligent business men. He took a sip of his beer, aware of his verbal slip.
He saw Sakura’s bare shoulders shake with humorless laughter, she was wearing a form fitting black cocktail dress, and she’d dyed her hair a bright pink. It had been a drastic change from her usual strawberry blonde but it was surprisingly cute, especially with her bright green eyes.
“Sasuke’s said he’s devising a plan, but it’ll delay the exposure by at least six months.”
“What is it?”
“I don’t know, he wont tell me. He told me to tell you though, to lie low for a while, maybe about a month. He’s going to get closer to them I think. I’ll tell you what I can when I can.”
“When are you guys coming back to the apartments? It’s been nearly a month.”
“I don’t know that either, really… I don’t like the way Sasuke’s using me though, as though I’m a fucking object, I mean, I might not be his actual girlfriend, but he doesn’t have to be such a dick. At least the other girls get pretty diamonds and shit, all I get is a man-shaped asshole.”
Naruto chuckled, but he knew as well as Sakura did that she could never wear jewels bought with blood money. Because that’s what it was, people died everyday because of the drugs circling in Tokyo. “So what role are you playing besides informant?”
“Well I’ve broadened my horizons,” she said sarcastically, he could almost see her eyes roll. “I’ve become really good ‘friends’ with the girlfriends up there. Jeez, I couldn’t do it, the wives are these woman that are aware, but… they let their men kill people, sleep with many women, many of them have mistresses. They’re more loose-lipped and fucking stupid. They’re all sluts, usually strippers.” She snorted. “They give me information that helps Sasuke maneuver around them more easily. But other than that, they’re aren’t any more updates.”
Naruto sighed, he’d have to stay on the surface and wait. He knew the drill, they told him that he played an important role in the sting, but it was hard to believe when he rarely ever got into the action.
He was essentially at the moment back-up, he also was currently a messenger boy. It was pissing him off, he wanted Sasuke to let him get into the action, but he was more useful on the outside.
He sighed as the bartender came back, handing Sakura a plate full of crystal glasses and a bucket of ice with the wine bottle. He turned then and walked to an empty booth. He mingled half-heartedly and then left, it would look suspicious otherwise.
He looked at the clock in the dashboard of his compact, not even eight yet. And he couldn’t even have a social life. He sighed and sped off toward his apartments. Ramen again tonight.
* * *
End.