The Destiny of a Stolen Heart
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Naruto AU/AR › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Naruto AU/AR › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
1,194
Reviews:
1
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Unblinking
If I watch you, will you see me?
If I trust you, will you believe me?
“Stop fidgeting, you look fine.”
“You are not the one in dress.” Kurama hisses tugging at his hemline.
“Yes cause a six foot ten inch, 250 pound ‘lady’ wouldn’t raise suspicion?”
Kurama sighs in defeat, signs in, and presses a black button, next to a clock, the time pause on 9:02.55. The door unlocks with a soft buzz and locks with a drawn out click behind him.
Kisame walks trough about a minute later, Kurama glances at his watch and nods to Kisame. It was going to be a very interesting Friday morning like icing to their Thursday night cake.
“Good morning and welcome to the home office of Uchiha Corp. The late great Fugaku Uchiha designed this building. Every detail was painstakingly perfected into the modern masterpiece we have today. Please follow me.”
Kurama lags behind to admire the artwork and intricate details of the structure. Kisame drapes his arm over the pink haired beauty and bombards her with question both personally and professional based. Each utterance laced with distracting flattery, as one is left behind.
“
A blinking red light pulses in an obscure corner. Ticking away the seconds and recording every movement. The mechanical eye saw all, never blinking, never blurring. Even now, its steady eye focuses on the dark haired young man as he walks down the hall. His lips are pressed and a file is in his grasp as he
“Itachi, here is the report you asked for.” Sasuke says tossing the file on his brother’s desk
“Thank you.”
“May I ask why you need a detailed tape of all who entered and exited the building on Friday?”
“You may.”
“Well” Sasuke huffs impatiently
“Well what?” Itachi asks looking up from his work to stare at his easily irritated little brother. A smirk inches on Itachi face as he pushes his chair back to rises from his chair. He walks with long strides over to his brother and places an arm over his squared shoulders. Guiding his brother to the door he says, “I only said you may ask I never implied I would answer.”
A soft click of a shutting door and a loud curse of a pissed sibling echoes in the empty building.
Itachi studies the sheet in front of him. Something’s was not matching up. The sign in sheet did not match the sign out sheet. The number matched, yes, but the time was a bit off. He places both sheet side by side and check off each name.
Uchiha Corp. has guided tours of the facilities every day three times a day starting at 9:00 am, then at 1:00 pm and finally at 4:00 pm. Each tour is approximately 45 minutes long depending on the guide. However, on Friday, there was a ghost.
Itachi father was two things; Uchiha Fuuaki was extremely rich and extremely paranoid. No can say if his paranoia made him rich or his wealth made him paranoid. What ever the case the building, his building had the latest security program installation, the most intricate inferred laser set-up, randomly placed light and pressure sensor on windows and floor, hidden and visible camera and a wireless fence on silent alarm for back up. Yet some one got around it.
Itachi began to tap his pen against his chin. Someone in the second tour group signed the sheet twice, different name but to close together in time to be a separate person. Another plus to the system, the door only allows one person to come out of the door at a time. The sign out punch clock records the time you leave the building. According to the clock report, someone clocked out at 9:50.04 and the alleged next person at 9:50.45.
Itachi leans back and slowly rubs his hand over his face. This is ridiculous he thought as he pushes the paper to the side and walks over to the bar to get a drink. The glass decanter softly clicks against the top edge of the low profile glass. Replacing the cork he picks up the glass and walk back over to the video wall, it is still replaying the day’s video.
“What’s this?” say with a raised eyebrow. Itachi places his drink down. He stops the video and stares. Staring back at him are the greenest eyes he has ever seen.
“That place is fucking fortress.” Kisame growls looking over Kurama‘s .gathered intelligence.
Kurama just sips his tea and nods from the windowsill. Itachi, Uchiha Itachi the name plays repeatedly in his head. His name oozed power, even the oil painting in one of the main conference room oozed power. His dark volcanic eyes could probably bring a weaker man to his knees with a glare Kurama muses with a small smile.
“…maybe if the camera on the north side of the auxiliary parking is disabled momentarily we could get over the…no no no. Wait we could…” Kisame thought aloud. “Aarrgh. Kurama you’re the brains of this partnership, give me an idea.”
“What type of man is Itachi Uchiha?” Kurama asks the cloudless night sky.
Kurama eases himself off the windowsill and walks over to Kisame. Who is still unfortunately racking his brain for a solution? He stands behind him places his hands on his frustrated friend’s shoulders.
“Leave it to me.” Kurama whispers in his ear massaging the tense muscles under his fingertips.
Countless thoughts wasted on unopened minds
Heart felt wishes squandered a thousand times
Meek irrelevance ashamed of fate
Love is only love after we have bathed in hate
If I trust you, will you believe me?
“Stop fidgeting, you look fine.”
“You are not the one in dress.” Kurama hisses tugging at his hemline.
“Yes cause a six foot ten inch, 250 pound ‘lady’ wouldn’t raise suspicion?”
Kurama sighs in defeat, signs in, and presses a black button, next to a clock, the time pause on 9:02.55. The door unlocks with a soft buzz and locks with a drawn out click behind him.
Kisame walks trough about a minute later, Kurama glances at his watch and nods to Kisame. It was going to be a very interesting Friday morning like icing to their Thursday night cake.
“Good morning and welcome to the home office of Uchiha Corp. The late great Fugaku Uchiha designed this building. Every detail was painstakingly perfected into the modern masterpiece we have today. Please follow me.”
Kurama lags behind to admire the artwork and intricate details of the structure. Kisame drapes his arm over the pink haired beauty and bombards her with question both personally and professional based. Each utterance laced with distracting flattery, as one is left behind.
“
A blinking red light pulses in an obscure corner. Ticking away the seconds and recording every movement. The mechanical eye saw all, never blinking, never blurring. Even now, its steady eye focuses on the dark haired young man as he walks down the hall. His lips are pressed and a file is in his grasp as he
“Itachi, here is the report you asked for.” Sasuke says tossing the file on his brother’s desk
“Thank you.”
“May I ask why you need a detailed tape of all who entered and exited the building on Friday?”
“You may.”
“Well” Sasuke huffs impatiently
“Well what?” Itachi asks looking up from his work to stare at his easily irritated little brother. A smirk inches on Itachi face as he pushes his chair back to rises from his chair. He walks with long strides over to his brother and places an arm over his squared shoulders. Guiding his brother to the door he says, “I only said you may ask I never implied I would answer.”
A soft click of a shutting door and a loud curse of a pissed sibling echoes in the empty building.
Itachi studies the sheet in front of him. Something’s was not matching up. The sign in sheet did not match the sign out sheet. The number matched, yes, but the time was a bit off. He places both sheet side by side and check off each name.
Uchiha Corp. has guided tours of the facilities every day three times a day starting at 9:00 am, then at 1:00 pm and finally at 4:00 pm. Each tour is approximately 45 minutes long depending on the guide. However, on Friday, there was a ghost.
Itachi father was two things; Uchiha Fuuaki was extremely rich and extremely paranoid. No can say if his paranoia made him rich or his wealth made him paranoid. What ever the case the building, his building had the latest security program installation, the most intricate inferred laser set-up, randomly placed light and pressure sensor on windows and floor, hidden and visible camera and a wireless fence on silent alarm for back up. Yet some one got around it.
Itachi began to tap his pen against his chin. Someone in the second tour group signed the sheet twice, different name but to close together in time to be a separate person. Another plus to the system, the door only allows one person to come out of the door at a time. The sign out punch clock records the time you leave the building. According to the clock report, someone clocked out at 9:50.04 and the alleged next person at 9:50.45.
Itachi leans back and slowly rubs his hand over his face. This is ridiculous he thought as he pushes the paper to the side and walks over to the bar to get a drink. The glass decanter softly clicks against the top edge of the low profile glass. Replacing the cork he picks up the glass and walk back over to the video wall, it is still replaying the day’s video.
“What’s this?” say with a raised eyebrow. Itachi places his drink down. He stops the video and stares. Staring back at him are the greenest eyes he has ever seen.
“That place is fucking fortress.” Kisame growls looking over Kurama‘s .gathered intelligence.
Kurama just sips his tea and nods from the windowsill. Itachi, Uchiha Itachi the name plays repeatedly in his head. His name oozed power, even the oil painting in one of the main conference room oozed power. His dark volcanic eyes could probably bring a weaker man to his knees with a glare Kurama muses with a small smile.
“…maybe if the camera on the north side of the auxiliary parking is disabled momentarily we could get over the…no no no. Wait we could…” Kisame thought aloud. “Aarrgh. Kurama you’re the brains of this partnership, give me an idea.”
“What type of man is Itachi Uchiha?” Kurama asks the cloudless night sky.
Kurama eases himself off the windowsill and walks over to Kisame. Who is still unfortunately racking his brain for a solution? He stands behind him places his hands on his frustrated friend’s shoulders.
“Leave it to me.” Kurama whispers in his ear massaging the tense muscles under his fingertips.
Countless thoughts wasted on unopened minds
Heart felt wishes squandered a thousand times
Meek irrelevance ashamed of fate
Love is only love after we have bathed in hate