Being a Yazkuza's Bride

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto…or Viewfinder…(cries in the corner)



Warning: Yaoi, possible rape, bad humour, Yakuza's (and possibly other crime syndicates), really bad grammar (hopefully improved by my beta), violence, sexual harassment, and kidnapping.



Thank you for all the amazing review, since this fic was inspired by 'Viewfinder' so as I said before there will be a lot of similarities (so yes the rape warning does apply it just wont be explicit). I'm not abandoning my other stories, writing new ones actually help me clear my mind, if I have an idea I have to put it out or it will bother me forever.



As always updated won't be regular, I'll update when I can, that's all I can say. Thank you all once again. Beta read by Lanie12777!



Enjoy!





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Chapter 2: Club Tengoku



"Naruto!"



The blonde-haired man in question sighed; he rolled over in his bed, ignoring his friends as they knocked against his front door. He couldn't bother standing up this morning.



"Open up, you baka!" the shouts continued. But he didn't care, there where bigger things bothering him.



34.



That had been the 34th job he had lost because of something stupid happening, and this time it hadn't even been his fault! Another sigh passed his lips and his shifted under the covers. The knocking continued on; he hoped that his neighbours wouldn't complain from all that noise. Then again they should have realized by now to simply use the spare key he had given them.



'Click'- now they did.



The door sprang open, and hurried footsteps made their way to his bedroom before they barged their way in, and stopped in their tracks. It was a painful sight before them. Seeing their best friend in such a miserable state, just lying in bed with his back turned to them.



"Naruto, we heard what happened!" He recognized the voice to be Kiba's; he didn't have to turn around to see the worried expression on the other's face or that he had his dog with him.



"Cheer up dude, it isn't as bad as it may seem," came a bored tone. Shikamaru, resident genius and the original couch potato.



"crunch~mumble~yum" Chouji… he likes food… a lot.



His three best friends, and currently his only form of support. Naruto grew up with nothing; he was an orphan, which was never easy, something that got worse since he never got adopted. A troublemaker by nature, he only calmed down when he met his foster father Umino Iruka, the closest person he could ever call family. Being who he was he couldn't afford the prospect of University after compulsory school life, and tried his best getting a job. Sadly by some divine reason he always lost his job for one reason or another. By now he was so tired from all these letdowns he was just willing to give up.



Naruto felt his bed dipping and knew that Kiba had sat down, "C'mon man, get up."



"Don't feel like it…" he mumbled back



"Naruto, don't be like this."



He didn't reply; instead he just pulled the covers over his head, blocking out all the lights.



The group went silent; they hated it when the blonde turned like this. He became a reclusive hermit for a few days before they literally had to force him to find something new. "Troublesome…" Shikamaru mumbled. "Naruto, by now you already know what is going to happen…" he said.



"Yeah man, you ain't the type to just lie around and do nothing."



"You don't know that…" came the mumbled reply. Another bout of silence followed; this called for dirty tactics.



"What would Iruka say if you gave up so easily, didn't you tell him that you would never let anything get you down?"



Naruto gritted his teeth together; he hated it when they brought Iruka into this. It was true though, he had promised Iruka; after he had lost his first job he had promised to never give up finding a new one. He still remembered how proud his foster father had been, how his chocolate-brown eyes stared at him warmly. He didn't want to see the man disappointed again, not like that time…



"Here, we'll come and check up on you later."



Something landed on his head; he was pretty sure by the rustling sound that it was paper. Yet he didn't emerge out of his hide-away 'til his friends had left the apartment and silence greeted him once again. Slowly he emerged from his cocoon and looked at the object that was thrown at him. It was a newspaper; to be precise the want ads section with new jobs in his general area.



Naruto couldn't help but let a small smile pass on his face, those guys…



He sat up on the bed and started going through the ads, but nothing seemed to interest him or he had already once worked there. Then one particularly small ad caught his attention; a foxy grin grew on his face



'Club Tengoku… ¥5,465 (around £40, $55) a day'



"Jackpot!"



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Sasuke walked through the hallway towards his office when he saw a stack of papers lying on Kakashi's desk. But the silver-haired man wasn't even looking at them. He was enjoying his little orange book too much by the look of the light blush on his cheeks. The young Uchiha frowned and sighed heavily; there was no point in trying to tell the older man off, he wasn't going to change anyway.



"What are these?" he asked.



Kakashi didn't look up from his porno, "New applicants for the job at the club."



"Any good?"



"Kinda, there is one kid, he looks promising but he's also has a long list of backlashes; he got fired over 30 times and most of them in under a week," the masked man said, and without even looking handed Sasuke a folder.



With a 'hn' he took the manila folder and opened it; he glanced at the picture of the applicant, and he couldn't help but grin. Blonde hair, blue eyes, deliciously tanned skin…



He scanned the name at the top… Uzumaki Naruto.



"Hire him," he ordered and dropped the folder back onto Kakashi's desk, then strode into his office.



Kakashi watched his boss go with something akin to amusement; he didn't know what it was that had the younger man so excited, but it couldn't have been good if he was willing to smile about it.



The poor man couldn't help but chuckle as he picked up the little folder, "Poor Kid…"



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"You're working where?!"



Naruto frowned at his friends; he was straightening out his bowtie in front of a mirror.



"At Club Tengoku, why?"



Kiba and Shikamaru glanced at each other, their eyes filled with worry, and then back at their oblivious friend. "Erm, Naruto, do you know what Club Tengoku is?" Kiba asked.



"It's just one of those high-class clubs, right? A place where rich snobs meet up and stuff," he said, looking back at the mirror.



"Yes, a place for rich people, it's an escort club!" Kiba shouted.



This had Naruto stumped; an escort club? He didn't know that. Still, it didn't mean he wanted to give up such a high paying job.



"Well if men only work there won't it mean that only women visit? Who knows, maybe I'll even bag myself a sugar-mama!" he passed his friends a cheeky grin, and before they could stop him he grabbed his jacket and keys and left the apartment.



Shikamaru gave a heavy sigh; they knew they couldn't stop Naruto when he put his mind to something. Now they wished that they had stayed with the blonde when he made his decision when he found this new job. They could have told him then that Club Tengoku was a special place, not only a private sanctuary for the rich and powerful, and not just a place for women to find their pleasure…



No, there was more to it than even his friends could have guessed.



Yet the blonde didn't worry about any of that, he was to busy being excited about his job. Obviously he didn't mean what he said to Shikamaru and Kiba; he had no intention of finding a 'sugar-mama'. He was only to be working as a waiter after all. To be honest he had never been interested in relationships, they weren't his thing. Some might say that he was just being a prude, but he'd rather wait instead of going through a string of one-night stands.



Club Tengoku wasn't too far away. Only a 20 minute walk away from his apartment; it was good sometimes to live in the capital, everything was so close by, even if the rent was unbelievably high. Although if this temp job worked out he could be hired full time, and with the pay, he wouldn't have to worry about rent or going without ramen for a long time. Dodging past the nightly rush of the Tokyo streets he soon reached his destination.



It was a magnificent building, a skyscraper, with the sign plated out with giant metal sheets; dim lighting illuminated the font so that it only stood out subtly. In front of the building was a row of limousines; they would stop near the large red carpet and a man dressed in black would open the door for the passengers. He didn't think he had even seen such glamorous people in his life before, although what confused him greatly was that most of them were men rather than women. Naruto shrugged; this Club may cater for more than an escort service, not like he knew what this place was.



Now the instructions had been to go through the back, where a guard would be standing, and he would have to show the man his letter or he wouldn't be let in. It took some time trying to find the entrance in the dimly lit alleyway, but he soon spotted who he thought to be the guard standing in front of a 'staff only' door. He was tall and wore a pair of sunglasses, which didn't make sense to Naruto. Who would wear sunglasses in the middle of the night? Not to mention in a back alley?



Really sketchy…



The guard kept on staring at the blonde, making him feel uncomfortable and jumpy.



"Er… I'm a new…" he didn't even get to finish his sentence before the man thrust out his hand, and grabbed the letter out of Naruto's hand.



He scanned the piece of paper and nodded towards Naruto before stepping aside to let the blonde through.



Naruto on the other hand didn't know whether to be grateful or worried as he stepped through the entrance into a busy kitchen. There were loads of people there, everyone had something to do, cooks, waiters, cleaners; he never thought he'd ever see so many people jam-packed into such a tight space.



"What are you doing here, kid?" came a gruff voice.



The blonde looked up to see a tall man with short black hair and pitch black eyes. He was tall and well built under the tight white uniform. He was the cook by the looks of it, and that bloody butcher knife in his hand was more than threatening.



"I'm new!" he said, a little louder than necessary.



"You'll be looking for Hatake then, just go through them double-doors, it's the first one to your left," the cook said and went back to carving up the meat.



Naruto didn't take his time to reply and he quickly hurried out of the busy kitchen, and as the burly man had instructed he soon found the door, with the plaque labelled 'Hatake Kakashi'. He took a deep intake of air to steady himself and knocked against the hard wood. There was a shuffling sound on the other side, and someone mumbled a quiet enter. Naruto grasped the cool metal handle and pushed it down to open the door. Inside was seated a man with silver hair, that made him seem older than he was; he had a pale face but a scarf covered half of it. He wore a black suit like the guards did, although he did look a lot more approachable than the other men.



"Hatake-san?"



"AH, Uzumaki –san come in, I have been awaiting you." He then waved at the chair in front of his desk, indicating Naruto to sit down.



The blonde took his seat and waited; his employer was shuffling through the mess of papers on his desk for something. His face lit up and he gave a victorious 'AHA' when he found what he wanted. It was Naruto's resume, but there were some other sheets attached to it with a paperclip.



"Well Uzumaki-san as you know we didn't go through the normal procedure of an interview, especially because of your… colourful resume."



Naruto cringed thinking back to it; it showed he had a lot experience, but at the same time it showed his failings.



"But…" the silver-haired man continued. "The owner doesn't see that as a problem and is willing to give you the job." This made Naruto happy; he finally managed to relax himself.



"About the job, you will mainly be involved with the bar and working as a waiter there, understand?" Naruto nodded. "Good, now a discussion about your pay; you may have noticed that it's unusually high for waitressing, but that extra money is for a particular reason. Do you know about our clientele?"



Naruto gave a hesitant nod; Kakashi couldn't help but chuckle at how nervous the blonde was. Yet it was obvious that the other knew absolutely nothing about their policies. He smirked and leaned slightly over the desk. He raised an arm and tugged his scarf down slightly to show his full face.



"Our clients come here for privacy, it is a place for them to relax, do business, and it is our job to keep them content without being disturbed. The extra pay is a way of keeping silence," he said and gave a quiet, creepy smile.



Naruto quickly nodded and Kakashi leaned back in his chair, "Well, shall I show you to the bar, I can give you more instructions there." He then stood up and opened the door; once again for a moment Naruto hesitated before he followed.



The club was a mixture between a restaurant, and lounge. It was dimly lit and already packed with well-dressed people, some sitting by large round tables near the middle of the large hall, others hidden behind stalls, pulled into deep discussions. The people in the middle were more relaxed, in their arms a pretty boy sitting comfortably beside them. This wasn't what he was expecting at all; if this was a male escort club then where were all the women?



He wanted to ask his boss about that, but stopped himself; it sounded like a silly question. They meandered their way between the tables, and Naruto could feel the drunken stares on his back. He shuddered slightly, but said nothing; soon the bar came into view, but no one else was there. Kakashi leaned his elbow against the counter, and rapped his knuckles against the hard wood.



"Oi Haku, you there?" he called out.



Someone jumped up from behind the structure and Naruto blushed at the girl smiling at them both. She had long black hair with the bangs and fringe pulled back in a Chinese-bun, with the rest hanging freely down her back. She wore the same uniform as Naruto, a crisp whit button-up shirt and a bowtie. Although she was pretty flat-chested and her figure wasn't as curvy as most women, but she still looked attractive.



"How you been, Haku?" Kakashi asked.



"Fine, fine Kakashi, busy as usual," and gave him a sweet smile.



But that voice, it was- it was… really deep. Not at all like a girl's…



"Alright then Haku, this guy's new so take care of him, will ya'?"



"Sure, no problem." Naruto was pretty sure now that that person wasn't a woman, the looks greatly contrasted with the voice. Ohh, all this thinking was giving him a headache!



"Before I go the owner requested that you wear this badge." Kakashi reached into his pocket and took out a badge. It reminded him of a fan, with one half red and the bottom white. Kakashi pinned it onto his shirt carefully, and then patted his shoulder.



"Ja ne." The silver-haired man waved a quick bye and left Naruto alone with the, er…



"I am a man," the smaller brunet said, still smiling.



"What er- of course I knew that! he he…" and he trailed off into nervous laughter.



Haku giggled sweetly behind his hand before going behind the counter again; he came back with an apron. Naruto took it off the smaller brunet and tied it around his slim waist. All the time he didn't notice how intensely Haku was staring at the badge, and the small smirk that played on his face. This should be interesting; he couldn't wait to see how it would turn out.



"Well c'mon then, I'll show you the ropes!" he said excitedly, waving the blonde over.



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(Giggle) I'm guessing you can all tell that Sasuke is already very possessive. Poor Naru how's he gonna cope?



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