Ultimate Sin
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Adult ++
Chapters:
8
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2,103
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13
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Old Friends and New Exploits
Ultimate Sin
Warning: Not much in this chapter but it’s coming…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto or make money from writing.
A/N: Kakashi gets a new job that will put him into retirement, either because he gets so well paid, or he ends up dead.
Old Friends and New Exploits
Kakashi sat in the smoky bar waiting for Captain Sannin. He’d been a private investigator for ten years and he’d worked with the police force several times but never on something that was so hush hush that he couldn’t even show his face in the station. The door to the hole in the wall opened revealing two people he knew and one he didn’t.
“Sannin, Sannin, what brings you to a place like this? We could have appeared more inconspicuous at a restaurant and you could have bought me a steak.” A blonde woman with incredibly huge breasts sat down at the secluded table next to her white haired husband.
“Hatake, this is Hiruzen Sarutobi. We think he may have a job for you.” Kakashi looked up at the wrinkly old man with curiosity and extended his hand with a smile.
“Well then it’s a pleasure to meet you.” His smile fell at the grim look on the ancient face. The old man sat down at the table. Eyes that he could tell once sparkled with life and mirth, were now dulled, in Kakashi’s opinion. Whatever was going on was serious. The wrinkled hand pulled out a leather wallet and extracted a picture.
“This…” he handed the picture to Kakashi, “is a picture take last year with my son and my grandson, Konohamaru.” The old man gave a sigh and sunk deep in his chair before grabbing Kakashi’s drink and slamming it back. “He was abducted six months ago from his elementary school. He’s ten years old.” The silver haired man shivered as his blood began to run cold. The old man’s eyes turned from tired to fierce.
“Have you any knowledge of the pedophilia club that’s been running in this town for over ten years?” Kakashi felt his mouth go dry. He’d heard rumors of course but anyone who’d ever gotten close to the disgusting ring was found an undetermined amount of time later in the Kyuubi river.
“I’ve heard about it. Very exclusive club. Almost impossible to get into unless you have a 401K and references.” The slap of a folder on the table drew his attention back to Tsunade and Jiraiya.
“This is your background. Investments, job description and three references. We want you to get inside and get us enough intel to bring down the whole organization.” Kakashi looked at her, then at Jiraiya, then back to the blonde.
“You’re crazy! This should be done by an undercover officer. I’ll end up dead! Do you have any idea what they do to informants?”
“Yes.” Kakashi turned surprised, forgetting that the old man was still at the table. “Both my sons tried to investigate after my grandson disappeared. My son Asuma had both his knees broken. Konohamaru’s father wasn’t so lucky.”
“Kakashi, they’ve got someone inside the force. Someone high enough up that they get wind of us every time we try to infiltrate. We need someone out side the force to go in. You’ll report to no one except for Jiraiya or myself.” Kakashi sighed deeply running his hand through his silver hair.
“I don’t know. I have to say that I don’t have a pressing desire to wear a pair of cement shoes. What’s in it for me?” The distinct sound of a cheque tearing from a cheque book pulled his attention back to the aged client.
“This is a cheque for five million dollars. You’ll have to spend a good deal at the club to make yourself believable. Anything that’s left is yours.” Against his better judgment Kakashi’s long, pale fingers closed around the narrow slip of paper. The old man however didn’t release the cheque. “I want my grandson back. If you can get him back to me in one piece then I’ll give you another two million.” Kakashi knew that was the clincher. Get back one kid and he’d be set for life.
“Is everything in here?” The two cops nodded and looked at him hopefully. He tucked the cheque into his pocket and threw a twenty down on the table for his drinks. “Then I guess I’m off to make sure my will is updated.”
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Obito smiled when he looked down the bar and spotted his old friend.
“Hey there, K-man! Long time no see. Still spying on cheating spouses?” Kakashi tipped back his drink and smirked at the very un-Uchiha Uchiha.
“Hey, idiot. Still rounding up gang bangers and thugs?” Obito shot Kakashi a thousand watt grin.
“Nope, I’ve moved up to murderers and rapists now. So how ‘bout you? Still sleuthing for uptight house wives?” Kakashi thought about telling Obito about his new death sentence but decided he might as well build his cover with his best friend.
“No I started selling stock about a month ago. I’m rolling in the Benjamins.” Obito arched an eyebrow in surprise. Kakashi loved being a private investigator and usually didn’t care much about how much he made.
“Really? So how are you liking it?”
“It’s booooring. But it’s work.”
“Can I ask you what prompted the sudden career change?” Kakashi simply shrugged and ordered another drink.
“Why do we do anything in life? Money of course.” The grinning Uchiha tossed his head and clapped Kakashi on the shoulder.
“I never thought I’d see the day. Well I guess it’s okay for a change. I bet you don’t last six months.” Kakashi chuckled grimly as he thought about the cheque in his pocket.
“I bet you’re right.”
They chatted for half an hour catching up before the raven’s phone rang. He scowled deeply when he answered it, saying a few uh-huhs and rights before hanging up and hopping off the tall bars stool.
“I gotta run. Some of us still have to be on call nights.” Kakashi nodded and watched the receeding back before pulling out the file and carefully going through it to make sure that no one was able to see the notes. He was really going to do this. He was going to risk his life and infiltrate a pedophilia club to save at least one child from a life of prostitution. His stomach twisted in disgust at what he might have to do and anticipation for the thrill of such a difficult and dangerous assignment.
Warning: Not much in this chapter but it’s coming…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto or make money from writing.
A/N: Kakashi gets a new job that will put him into retirement, either because he gets so well paid, or he ends up dead.
Old Friends and New Exploits
Kakashi sat in the smoky bar waiting for Captain Sannin. He’d been a private investigator for ten years and he’d worked with the police force several times but never on something that was so hush hush that he couldn’t even show his face in the station. The door to the hole in the wall opened revealing two people he knew and one he didn’t.
“Sannin, Sannin, what brings you to a place like this? We could have appeared more inconspicuous at a restaurant and you could have bought me a steak.” A blonde woman with incredibly huge breasts sat down at the secluded table next to her white haired husband.
“Hatake, this is Hiruzen Sarutobi. We think he may have a job for you.” Kakashi looked up at the wrinkly old man with curiosity and extended his hand with a smile.
“Well then it’s a pleasure to meet you.” His smile fell at the grim look on the ancient face. The old man sat down at the table. Eyes that he could tell once sparkled with life and mirth, were now dulled, in Kakashi’s opinion. Whatever was going on was serious. The wrinkled hand pulled out a leather wallet and extracted a picture.
“This…” he handed the picture to Kakashi, “is a picture take last year with my son and my grandson, Konohamaru.” The old man gave a sigh and sunk deep in his chair before grabbing Kakashi’s drink and slamming it back. “He was abducted six months ago from his elementary school. He’s ten years old.” The silver haired man shivered as his blood began to run cold. The old man’s eyes turned from tired to fierce.
“Have you any knowledge of the pedophilia club that’s been running in this town for over ten years?” Kakashi felt his mouth go dry. He’d heard rumors of course but anyone who’d ever gotten close to the disgusting ring was found an undetermined amount of time later in the Kyuubi river.
“I’ve heard about it. Very exclusive club. Almost impossible to get into unless you have a 401K and references.” The slap of a folder on the table drew his attention back to Tsunade and Jiraiya.
“This is your background. Investments, job description and three references. We want you to get inside and get us enough intel to bring down the whole organization.” Kakashi looked at her, then at Jiraiya, then back to the blonde.
“You’re crazy! This should be done by an undercover officer. I’ll end up dead! Do you have any idea what they do to informants?”
“Yes.” Kakashi turned surprised, forgetting that the old man was still at the table. “Both my sons tried to investigate after my grandson disappeared. My son Asuma had both his knees broken. Konohamaru’s father wasn’t so lucky.”
“Kakashi, they’ve got someone inside the force. Someone high enough up that they get wind of us every time we try to infiltrate. We need someone out side the force to go in. You’ll report to no one except for Jiraiya or myself.” Kakashi sighed deeply running his hand through his silver hair.
“I don’t know. I have to say that I don’t have a pressing desire to wear a pair of cement shoes. What’s in it for me?” The distinct sound of a cheque tearing from a cheque book pulled his attention back to the aged client.
“This is a cheque for five million dollars. You’ll have to spend a good deal at the club to make yourself believable. Anything that’s left is yours.” Against his better judgment Kakashi’s long, pale fingers closed around the narrow slip of paper. The old man however didn’t release the cheque. “I want my grandson back. If you can get him back to me in one piece then I’ll give you another two million.” Kakashi knew that was the clincher. Get back one kid and he’d be set for life.
“Is everything in here?” The two cops nodded and looked at him hopefully. He tucked the cheque into his pocket and threw a twenty down on the table for his drinks. “Then I guess I’m off to make sure my will is updated.”
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Obito smiled when he looked down the bar and spotted his old friend.
“Hey there, K-man! Long time no see. Still spying on cheating spouses?” Kakashi tipped back his drink and smirked at the very un-Uchiha Uchiha.
“Hey, idiot. Still rounding up gang bangers and thugs?” Obito shot Kakashi a thousand watt grin.
“Nope, I’ve moved up to murderers and rapists now. So how ‘bout you? Still sleuthing for uptight house wives?” Kakashi thought about telling Obito about his new death sentence but decided he might as well build his cover with his best friend.
“No I started selling stock about a month ago. I’m rolling in the Benjamins.” Obito arched an eyebrow in surprise. Kakashi loved being a private investigator and usually didn’t care much about how much he made.
“Really? So how are you liking it?”
“It’s booooring. But it’s work.”
“Can I ask you what prompted the sudden career change?” Kakashi simply shrugged and ordered another drink.
“Why do we do anything in life? Money of course.” The grinning Uchiha tossed his head and clapped Kakashi on the shoulder.
“I never thought I’d see the day. Well I guess it’s okay for a change. I bet you don’t last six months.” Kakashi chuckled grimly as he thought about the cheque in his pocket.
“I bet you’re right.”
They chatted for half an hour catching up before the raven’s phone rang. He scowled deeply when he answered it, saying a few uh-huhs and rights before hanging up and hopping off the tall bars stool.
“I gotta run. Some of us still have to be on call nights.” Kakashi nodded and watched the receeding back before pulling out the file and carefully going through it to make sure that no one was able to see the notes. He was really going to do this. He was going to risk his life and infiltrate a pedophilia club to save at least one child from a life of prostitution. His stomach twisted in disgust at what he might have to do and anticipation for the thrill of such a difficult and dangerous assignment.