We Own the Night

I struggled with this chapter for a long time, trying to find something that clicked- gah, this keyboard is so different from my regular laptop one! Hope the new one comes in soon… anyway, after watching Kinky Boots, a plot came up. Lulz.
Oh, and I urge you to listen to the songs that will be serving as the titles from now on. It sets the mood.

And sorry about the long wait. Vacation, vacation extension, hand problems, and drama is basically how it went down.
And the SasuNaru comment? Shoulda worded that differently: by overrated I meant to say, ‘There’s a LOT of it.’

Chapter 4
.:Feel Good Inc.:.
-Gorrilaz-

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-It’s so cheerful I’m gonna puke razorblades and rainbows.-
-Self quote

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Flick.

The TV flickered for a second, then flared to life, white noise filling the room before I pressed down hard on the cool rubber of the – volume button on the remote.

No one probably believes I could put so many big words in one sentence.

Well, maybe Kiba. But that’s beside the point.

…
Did I even have a point to begin with?

I plugged in the cords to connect my PS3 to the cheap motel television, sat on the floor (after checking for bugs, of course) and grasped the controller readily in my hands.

You must be thinking, ‘What a sleazy motel’, but to tell you the truth, as a mafia boss I’ve seen much worse.

This is actually one of the ‘finer’ establishments.

Yes, I did say mafia boss, because I am one.

I’m probably losing you at this point, so let me introduce myself.

My name is Naruto Uzumaki, at your service. Or you’ll probably be at mine, ‘cuz if you don’t Kiba’ll probably have a bullet through your temple in five seconds, flat.

I pressed the A then B button in quick succession as Solid Snake dodged a knife jab from an angry looking fellow and shot him… in the crotch.

Call it juvenile, but these things just crack me up.

I doubled over, laughing myself to tears, before wiping my eyes, pausing my game, and barging straight into the little bathroom, where Kiba was currently attempting to comb his hair.

“Time to go, mutt.”

“Aaaw, so soon?” He smirked, then holstered a .9mm Beretta. I raised an eyebrow at the gun, then turned on my heel and walked over to the door, flipping the TV off as I went.

Sorry, Solid Snake sir.

Tonight we were going to a club of our own, dubbed ‘DDR: Dance Dance Revolution.’ Crappy name I know, but I had been playing DDR when Iruka-sensei had approached me, asking me for a name, and all I shouted out was, well… DDR.

I opened the door as soon as I sensed Kiba behind me and practically flew down the small flight of stairs before emerging into the slightly chilly night air.
We set off across the street… to end up directly in front of the club.

Well that was anticlimactic.

So let me tell you a little more about this place.
It has two floors, three if you count the VIP floor, a rooftop garden, a bar on the second floor, and the dance floor is on the bottom. There also happen to be a few poker tables and whatnot lying around. Kiba figured if they’re drunk, they won’t know how much they lost, right?

But it still seems… wrong, to me at least. But hey, it makes a profit, and where I am, it’s all about the mula, baby.

You do what it takes to get by on the streets.

I should know, being a street kid myself.

I sighed a little as we entered the club, my ears immediately being assaulted by the loud throbbing of music in my ears, though that was nothing compared to the racket that the people in here were making. Pressing my hands over my ears, I turned and promptly walked into the nearest elevator.

Without Kiba.

Hoshit.

I leant against the door, Kiba wasn’t that stupid, he’d follow me up in another one. A ‘ping’ sounded as the doors slid open, and I stumbled into the room back first before righting myself, regaining my composure and even going as far as to straighten an imaginary tie.

Instantly, a swarm of girls appeared to notice me and flocked over, bouncing up and down so much I had the sickening thought that their silicone breasts were going to pop out at any given moment, but thankfully their push-up bras, those heroic push-up bras, kept those juggling jugs in place, and I was able to slip past without much incident.

I slid onto one of the plastic bar seats, swiveled around to meet the bartender, and flashed him a wide smile.

“’Sup Haku.”

Haku smiled back, flicked his long hair over his shoulder and drummed his fingers on the counter.

“What’re you having, Naruto, the usual?”

“Yea, sure.” I waved my hand a little, frankly I did not care whatever I drunk tonight, I was here on business.

Haku slid a kamikaze over to me.

These things are excellent: strong, knock you right off your ass with no hangover in the morning. Seriously, the guy who invented this drink was God.

I turned, spotted a new head sitting at one of the tables. I make it a point to know all my patrons, and slid off the stool, (drink in hand of course) and wandered over to… looks like a him.

I slid (I seem to be doing that a lot lately) into the seat across from him and waited for him to acknowledge me.

I didn’t wait long.

“Uuuh… hi?” He hasn’t looked up yet.

“Yo.”

At the sound of my voice he raises his head, in my eyes it seems to play in slow motion. His longs hair flicked to the side, bangs almost whooshing as he finally looked straight at me.

And I couldn’t breathe.

His eyes were pale, I guess… white, the pupils only a shade darker and therefore indistinguishable from the rest. But it wasn’t pure white; there where little flecks of violet and ice blue in there as well.

In other words, his eyes were fucking gorgeous.

My eyes slipped down, taking in the rest of his features. A straight nose, like a noble’s, but smaller, and softer. Cheeks, tinged pink, a smooth forehead, and a soft chin with a slight point, all bathed in creamy white skin.

Holdup… am I checking this guy out? While talking to him?

Smack yourself Naruto. Back to the conversation!

He blinks, then smirks.

Bastard.

“Glad to see you’re back.”

I roll my eyes. “Whatever. The name’s Naruto, by the way.”

The guy tips his head to the side, then shakes my extended hand.

“Hyuuga. Neji Hyuuga.”

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What the fuck?

“Itachi!” I’m yelling at the top of my lungs. Normally I would call for Neji, but I gave him the night off…

“What?” Itachi, calm and cool as the icicle shoved up his ass, leans over the banister to look down at me, a book dangling precariously from one hand.

He takes one look at my soot-smudged face and blacker-than –normal bangs and goes.

“You look like shit.”

Temper, temper Sasuke.
Must…resist…urge…to…punch…Itachi…in…face…

I take a deep breath (REALLY deep) before spitting out, “The toaster exploded.”

He raised an eyebrow, then vaulted over the railing, landing in front of me with a hump. He dusted his clothes off and looked down at me.

“Again?”

The only thing I could think was: Damn those two inches he has over me!

“Yes, again.”

Itachi ignored me and headed into the kitchen.

Ok, he’s in. Go, go, GO!

I slammed the kitchen door shut and locked it, then dashed upstairs to my room and locked the door there too.
Oh yea. I started cabbage patching.

Sasuke:1, Itachi:0.

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Trapped in the kitchen with a smoldering toaster, I sighed.

It was going to be a loooong night. Good thing the door unlocks from the inside, too.

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Hyuuga… Neji. I whisper it, feeling it roll off my tongue like smooth chocolate.

I like it.

And I know it.

I cock one eyebrow. I know he knows I know.

Wait, what? Kinda lost myself there for a moment, sorry.

“’Bloody angel’?”

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I crept up the stairs slowly, approaching Sasuke’s room. I slid the paperclip into the keyhole.
Turn, turn, and… click.

Bingo.

I hold up the can of silly string and barge into the room, guns blazing.

Itachi 1, Sasuke 1.

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He doesn’t react the way I thought he would; no shock, or anger, instead just calmness, as if he was expecting me to figure it out.

And by the smile on his face, I think I was right.

“What are you doing here?” That kinda slipped out, like at that party when I was seventeen and…

I digress.

Ha! Another big word. Bet cha didn’t see that coming?

Speaking of coming, out of the corner of my eye, I see Kiba approaching, swiftly and silently.

Neji turns in the direction I am now staring at, and I see Kiba start a little. Then he reigns himself back in, and lifts his T-shirt a little to expose the butt of the gun, tipping his head toward Neji a little.

The message is clear, ‘Shall I shoot him?’

I shake my head and mouthed, ‘Nope. He’s not hostile.’

Kiba appeared unconvinced, so I looked at Neji expectantly.

Neji groans. “Do I have to?”

A nod is the only reply I grant him; I’m pretty sure he’s kidding.

Neji slides his hand down to what I assume is a thigh holster and comes back with one of the most beautiful guns ever made.

The Bloody Angel.

He waves it at Kiba, the lays it down on the table and looks at me.

“Happy?”

“Chain.” He blinks, then grins and unclips the chain from his sleeve and lays it on the table.

“So why are you here?”

Neji cocks an eyebrow at my desperate attempt to make small talk and smiled a little.

“Night off.”

Night off? What?

Huh. He must really trust those brothers not to kill each other.

“They won’t. Though I’m pretty sure they’re trying right now.”

What? Oh, I spoke out loud. Brilliant.

“Wanna dance?”

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“AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”

Sasuke, you are an absolute, bona fide, genius.

You have somehow figure out how to get a water balloon into Sasuke’s pants without him noticing.

How you pull it off, I will never know.

Itachi:1, Sasuke:2.

Take that bitch.

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“What?”

I’m sure I did not hear right. He could not possibly have said what I think he said. It’s the rum and Coke Neji, it’s going to your head.

Somehow.

As if the deep desire to prove me wrong is his central drive, he repeats the question.

“Do. You. Want to. Dance?”

I’m not a flipping 1st grader, geez.

I will politely refuse im. I will go home and attempt to clean up the house. I will ignore how hot he is. I will NOT under any circumstances, say-

“Yes.”

Aw, screw it.

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Sasuke screamed.

Then coughed and gagged on a mouthful of toilet water.

I am the king.

I reached for the silver knob, to start the whirling torrent of water.

Itachi:2, Sasuke:2.

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‘When she does it like this, will you do it like that?
When she touches like this, will you touch it like that?
Now when she moves like this, will you move it like that?
C’mon! Ah shake shake, shake shake ah shake it…’

I moved in time with the beat, clapping my hands at every other beat.

Man, I love this song.

We were facing each other, eyes locked, gazes never wavering. My hands moved to his hips and stayed there.

For a while.

As if they had a life of their own, my hands shifted, catching my fingers in a few of his belt loops before my hands slid down…

Into his back pockets.

I remember him standing on tiptoe, and me leaning down, and then…

Bam.

‘Tonight you’re falling in love…’

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Crappy chapter, crappy ending, corny humor, boatload of cheese. But, I have at least advanced a little in that ball of yarn called ‘plot’.
So tired…
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Song- ‘Shake it’-Metro Station.