Fade

Disclaimer: Naruto and its characters belong to Mashashi Kishimoto and its affiliates, not me. The OC, however, do belong to me.

Warnings: Talks of adult language and activity.

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Additonal credits: not_your_god from livejournal provided me the name Hinako_chan.

Fade
Chapter 2: Deceiving Appearances
By: HPTR Fangirl / sparkling_dew


“Yes, yes,” said the man seriously sitting behind the office desk. “It’ll be done in time.” Only the man’s dark outline was visible from so far away.

“Are you sure, Hidoshi-san?” Said a muffled thick male voice from the other side. The way the other male’s voice sounded, as if he was talking through a phone.

“Have I ever failed you before? You have my word, Tsuraga-san.” The deep serious voice said with a tone of finality. “The job will be done. I will take care of everything.”

“When can I expect to see the results?” inquired the man.

“Soon, very soon!!”

“I most certainly hope so,”

With an audible sharp click, the man set the phone back on its holder.

“God! What an annoying pest!? Doesn’t know how to show respect to me as a business associate. The only thing Tsuraga wants to do is save his own hide. ” Naraku Hidoshi exasperated. “Two minutes, and I already want to kill him. Very painfully, I may add!” Naraku Hidoshi mulled over, as his lethal bright golden eyes, which stood out against the room’s darkness, threatened to smolder down the walls in front of him with just a look. But before he could continue further with his ill-intentioned contemplations, a sharp knock on the door interrupted his deadly sequence of homicidal murderous thoughts.

“Come in!”

The door opened, and two people entered the room. As soon as the door opened, the glass chandelier located next to the large polished brown, on the right side the lit up; radiance of the light illuminated everything within the room, including Naraku Hidoshi and his spacious office.

Naraku Hidoshi appeared to a man in his late forties or early fifties, with long wavy reddish-brown hair tied in a ponytail, and golden eyes. There were freckles present on his somewhat chestnut-brown angular face. He also wore a rectangular-shaped glass spectacle, with a golden border. A small mustache decorated the center part of his chin. He wore a black suit, with white vest underneath it; one circular ruby-setting golden ring adorned his left third finger.

People everywhere (Konoha, Suna, Iwa, and other small cities) said that Naraku Hidoshi was a law-abiding, respectable renowned, altruistic entrepreneur. He often looked out in the interest of the other people and his town rather than himself. He ran a number of trade and commerce enterprises, which gave a lot of unemployed, jobless, people jobs so that they could feed their families. He often bequeathed lots of money to orphanages, academy and schools so that children got a place to live in, food to eat, as well as get education. He also frequently donated huge sums of money to various organizations.

The pale yellow cream-colored room was quite large and spacious. Dark red velvet sofas were placed adjoining wall, but on the opposite to the office table.

“Well, well…” Hidoshi responded. “It’s been quite sometime since we’ve met, Hinako-chan” He leered lustfully at her stunning young lithe body.

“Please, have a seat, Hinako-chan,” Naraku stated. “You may take a seat as well,” He added, pointing to Daisuke. Both of them came forward and took seats in front of the wooden table.

“You wanted to see me, Hidoshi-sama,” Hinako inquired, straight to the point.

“Yes,” Naraku stated. “Yes, I did….”

“Is there any problems or…” but before Hinako could continue with her line of thought anymore, Naraku interrupted.

“No. No, no no.!” He chuckled and with a peculiar glint in his eyes, Naraku looked at her. His hands and fingers twitching strangely, as if it wanted to caress, touch something. “It’s nothing like that at all, my dear.” He paused before continuing, and in a licentious, profligate tone he stressed. “There isn’t any problem, Hinako-chan. Instead, it’s completely opposite, my dear. I have some good news for you.” He flaunted a sly grin towards her. He wanted to gauge, savor, her reaction to the news he had for her.

Contrary to the legend, Naraku Hidoshi was not a good person. Yes, it was true that he donated huge funds for charity, but that just to keep up with his appearances with the general public. After all, he didn’t want to have other people, especially the Konoha’s law officials, snooping on his real job.

His real job was running underground black markets, and adult discotheques, prostitution and sex-slave rings, kidnapping, and many other illegal trades. Naraku, however, got his real kicks from forcing himself upon young inexperienced juvenile males and females; he had lost count as to how many rapes and atrocities he had committed on young first-time teenagers. The juveniles—ranging between thirteen to mid-twenties—who were brought from poverty-stricken war-thorned villages, orphanages, under the promises of getting good job and living a peaceful life.

“You're been what, working here for seven months for us, and you've already become so popular, Hinako dear. Not one hostess, who has been working for us so long, has become so popular in such a short time.” He halted briefly, once more, with the impious grin and lustful looks still present. The small silence became unbearable, and the ambiance within the room became quite tensed and taut.

Hineko was frankly becoming very tired of Naraku Hidoshi’s delaying tactics, but her outer appearance didn’t betray anything what she felt. Even though she loved and craved those lustful stares sent towards her by her superior, she was also at her limit. She needed to go home soon, or else others may become suspicious of her late night rendezvous. Secondly, she just wanted to know why was she called here, if she wasn’t in any trouble.

“I have a proposition for you,” Naraku Hidoshi finally said.

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Over on the other side, the person walking in the shadows cursed himself, as he missed his target. Something important was going on between Hinako chan and Naraku Hidoshi, and he was out of the loop. All he could do was to watch from the sidelines, doing nothing, gathering no information for his leader. His boss wasn’t going to be happy if he came back without any results. His boss had been very explicit as to what he wanted, his mission was to follow the new girl wherever she went, what she did, and give him weekly reports about his findings. If he didn’t have any good reports, or failed to get important reports, then God bless all. He could beat the shit of out him with just one look, especially when he was annoyed. And he really didn’t want to see that dangerous looks of his boss, no matter what happened.

He didn’t know what was so important about the girl. She looked just like any other ordinary girl, except that she had a mysterious allure to her. It was true; the girl attracted males like moth to a light. Men, young or old, were drawn to her, wanting her, desiring to possess her body. At times, he just felt revolted looking both at her and the men.

But no matter what, he had a job to do, and he couldn’t let his personal feelings about Hianko-chan get in the way of his mission. What his boss wanted, it had to be done or face consequences. Neither of them looked pretty now. For now, he would just sit down and wait until the pair came out, and then gather information for his boss. And that’s what he was doing at the moment; after all, Daisuke always came for a drink at the bar, after his meetings with Hidoshi-sama. Not to mention, his chief would come for visit sometime later or early tomorrow.

“Yo, Hirashi,” A male voice inquired loudly. “Come back to this world, please.” Someone waved his hands in front of his face. This brought the dirty-brown haired looking man out of his dismal thoughts.

“You’d better have a good reason” Hirashi stressed, “to yell so loudly in my ears, Katsuya?”

“You’ve a customer waiting over there. He is specifically asking for you.” The man pointed to a lazy-looking white-silvered hair masked man sitting at the end of the bar table. His entire attire was hidden underneath the silver-white cloak. It appeared that he was reading something very important; after all his entire concentration was on that orange colored book, and may be that’s why that white-haired man wasn’t paying any attention to his surroundings.

Hirashi gaped, and the only thing running through his mind was, “Shit! The boss is early, not late”

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TBC.

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