The Only Exception

Characters are portrayed as over the age of 18
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto (C) Masashi Kishimoto, or any other brand names that appear.

Bar arm choke: An air choke done by placing the forearm across the front of the neck from behind. The free hand grabs the wrist and pulls back the forearm, hence driving the forearm (usually the radius bone) into the front of the neck
‘The Killer’s Song’- Carolina Marquez (mentioned)
‘Bang, Bang’- Nancy Sinatra (mentioned)
Caribou Lou- Bacardi 151, Pineapple juice, and Malibu Rum
Corazones- Daddy Yankee(mentioned)
Tech N9NE (mentioned)
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Ch.7: Let’s Compare Scars


Shikamaru laid the black suit jacket out carefully on the hospital bed before retying his hair up. After his morning was spent trying to keep Kyuubi from maiming the doctor and getting into his pants he had Kiba bring a change of clothes for the short fused man. Apparently they weren’t allowed to smoke in the building or have a recreational fuck despite the fact that the building its self was owned by Tsunade. Shikamaru sighed when he heard the angry growl of “Fucking Hell!” come out of the half opened bathroom door. The sight was one to behold as Kyuubi tried to tuck his white dress shirt in with one arm while the other sat comfortably in a black and white sling.

“You do realize how troublesome you are?”

“Don’t start. Just come over here and fix this shit.”

“Mmm.”

Shikamaru let a sultry look come over his features as he stuck his hands inside the black slacks and pulled at the shirt down in the back. His hands slid around Kyuubi’s hips slowly until they rested beside by the man’s growing package. Giving the inner thighs a good squeeze he pulled his hands free from the pants and stepped away from a growling Kyuubi.

“You know teasing me is only gonna make it harder for you later on?”

“I’m counting on it. Now finish getting ready. I’m going to go get the release forms so we can leave.” Shikamaru began whistling as he exited the room. He had no idea where he had picked the tune up at, but for some reason it fit the ambiance of the deserted hospital wing.

****

Her heart race as she entered the unoccupied patient room. Pulling out a nurses’ uniform she let a sneer of disgust cross her face at how old the style was. With a sigh she turned her IPod up louder and began to undress. She let out her signature four pig tails and ran a brush through long sandy blonde hair before placing the white cap atop her head. Hips swayed back and forth at the tropical Latino beat while she whistled along to ‘The Killer’s Song’. With a curl to her lip; she pulled back on the syringe. The cloudy purple substance promised death in three minutes thanks to Kabuto, but before she extracted her revenge she needed to take care of the body guards. As she left the room her eyes fell onto a black suit walking into the men’s bathroom. ‘Victim #1 identified.’ The gleeful expression was nothing less than manic as the song ended with four beats of a crash cymbal.

****

Shikamaru raised an eyebrow; he swore his shadow was strangling the doctor in front of him just a moment ago. The petite woman kept rambling on about how it was ‘inappropriate to fornicate and illegal to smoke in any hospital’ and how ‘Kyuubi was in no condition to have strenuous exercise and the only reason she was releasing him was because of Tsunade’. Then went on to say ‘if even one spark from the cigarette had connected with the oxygen tanks they would turn into air borne torpedoes and injure or kill many patients.’ Of course he already knew all this. He didn’t spend four years at MIT just to sit around with his thumb shoved up his ass (that’s what Kyuubi was there for), but there was no way in hell he was going to be the one to tell Kyuubi he couldn’t have his precious nicotine after being denied an orgasm. Nope, it would have been troublesome to have had a black eye like the doctor from this morning.

When the woman finally stopped her ranting Shikamaru made his way strait to the bathroom. He had had one too many energy drinks, to stay awake, and needed to drain the lizard before a certain red head made with the grabby hands again. The fluorescent lights glared off the all white interior of the bathroom. A quick unzip of his trousers and relaxation of his bladder had him sighing in gratitude. One, two, three shakes just for good measure and hands were on the zipper again. That is until his head collided with the white tile in front of him.

Blood came shooting out his nose and down his face. Tears instantly swelled in his eyes as his head was bashed into tile again and again leaving a long trail of crimson blood dripping towards the floor. A fist connected with his kidney and had him falling toward the ground. When his ass connected with the floor he kicked out at the white stocked knee. The body fell to the ground and his eyes widened at who he was looking at.

“TEMARI!” With a growl he sat up into a crab walk position and slammed his left heel into the woman’s stomach.

Temari felt the air escape her lungs as the powerful kick landed into her. She quickly rolled right and out of range. Reaching up her leg she grabbed a throwing knife from her garter. With a quick flip of the blade she slashed out and cut down a black clothed thigh. Shikamaru grabbed at his leg and Temari made quick to her feet. The knife flew from her fingers quickly and grazed Shikamaru’s right arm.

“What’s wrong home wrecker? Can’t take a little cut from a woman?”

Shikamaru hissed as the knife cut into his skin and imbedded its self in the grout of the tile. Reaching into his pants pocket his extracted a switchblade and flipped it open.

“Fucking bitch what the hell are you talking about? There was never a home to wreck you cunt.”

Using the urinal as a support he lifted himself up and out of the way of another throwing knife. He leapt out at Temari and slashed at her stomach. The white cloth quickly stained red as splattered blood flew across the air and towards the ground.

“Ugh! I’LL KILL YOU; YOU BASTARD!”

Temari barreled into Shikamaru’s stomach and laid him out against the blood stained linoleum floor. Shikamaru threw a punch towards the snarling face above him only for it to be blocked and have long manicured nails cut across his face when she slapped. He tried the same move again only this time to bring his other arm up in an upper-cut when the nails came for his face again. Teeth bit down on tongue as the fist connected with Temari’s chin. Blood pooled instantly into her mouth. Her choking sob had blood spew from her mouth and onto the two
struggling bodies.

Shikamaru’s eyes closed when he felt the blood cover his face and frantically tried to wipe it off. He quickly regretted it when he found himself in a bar arm choke. Blood swelled to his head as he bucked his hips upward to try and dislodge Temari from his body, but her feet were securely dug into his hips. He clawed at her hands; taking chunks of skin off her knuckles. She pressed harder down into his throat and trapped one of his shoulders into a painful position leaving the arm useless. Shikamaru’s free arm fell limp by his side when he began to purely concentrate on breathing or lack thereof.

Temari leaned into a forced blushing ear after the attempted buck and whispered.

“You know Shika, after I caught you riding Kyuubi’s dick like a bitch in heat I was so upset. I ended up at this sports bar downtown and ran into a rugged man who went by the name of Asuma.”

Brown eyes scrunched in wonder even as his air supply was slowly depleting.

“He was drinking with a bunch of guys from Sharingan. Well wanting to get some revenge I thought I would take him back to my hotel room and have some fun of my own. It wasn’t until he started talking about his pupil Nara, in his combatives class, that I changed my mind. He talked such strong words of the friendship and camaraderie you two shared; I just had to do it.”

Shikamaru felt his heart stutter beats and his larynx begin to close. This wench couldn’t have done what he thought. Asuma couldn’t have died from the hands of this psychotic bitch.

“I dragged him instead to the park with promises of some exhibitionism, and under that big tree in the center of the park” Tamari licked the shell of his ear leaving mix of blood and saliva before uttering the final words; Asuma’s final moments “I gutted him like a deer in hunting season with his own knife.”

Black was crawling up his eyes as tears shed freely from over whelmed emotions and his total lack of oxygen. With the last of his strength he reached for his knife and threw his arm into the body straddling his.

“AAAAAAAAGH!”

The scream was music to his pounding ears when air quickly made its way into his lungs. More blood coated the ground as he coughed and gagged violently on the exhale. He could still hear wailing cries behind him when he rolled to his side. Tamari was laid up against the wall clutching the knife handle that had been shoved between her ribs; right into her left lung. A choked and gurgled intake of breath left her lips as she pulled the knife out and dropped it on the ground. Shika panted harshly as he watched the woman begin to bleed out.

****

Crimson and white was the first thing wide blue eyes met when he slammed the bathroom door open. The next was a bleeding and hacking Shikamaru. Kyuubi ran up to the convulsing body and slid to his knees in a pool of blood. Brown eyes met his own before moving slowly to the other body in the room.

Temari sat there spouting gurgled giggles as she watched the scene before her hazy eyes. The man she had wanted for her own was on his knees to the skank that stole him away. And to top it off she knew she was going to die. She wouldn’t be surprised if Kyuubi personally dropped her beat and bloody corpse off to Gaara personally. She giggled again as she thought of her brothers. ‘God what have they gotten themselves into.’

Kyuubi stood from the ground, completely numb to his own pain as the rage he was known for boiled heatedly through his veins. In three large steps he stood in front of Temari with his pistol drawn. The words he spoke left in a snarled growl.

“Last words!?!”

“Bang Bang. My baby shot me down.” Tamari closed her eyes and smiled.

The hammer fell twice. Two bullets through the chest and Tamari Sabaku was no more.

**********let’s compare scars**********

“Tobi! Turn that shit down you fucking retard!”

Tobi the clubs DJ was going through his records for the night’s crowd that would soon be showing up. The speakers flexed and dipped as the base shook through the three men’s bodies.

“Don’t listen to him Tobi. He’s just bein’ a lil’ bitch bout his wounds.” Kisame hollered as loud as he could at the young man behind the turn tables while flashing him a toothy grin.

“Fuck you Kisame. My head is pounding and I can’t take listening to Tech N9NE at ear splitting levels right now.”

“Well get over it pussy. If you don’t want me fucking up while I take the bullet out then you will let me listen to what I want.”

Grabbing a bottle of Bacardi 151, pine apple juice, and Malibu rum; Kisame quickly threw together two large glasses of Caribou Lou. Handing one to Deidra he watched as the tall skinny blonde chugged the thing down in one go. With a shake of his head Kisame got to work on the bullet wound. With precise precision he reached into the hole with a pair of sterilized medical tweezers. Deidra face was scrunched up in pain and then Kisame pulled.

“FUUUU-CK!”

“Pussy. You’re fucking lucky it didn’t hit bone. Just needs some stitches and you’ll be limping around like you normally do.”

“Shut the fuck up and just get on with it. I would like to put some pants on before the servers start showing up.”

Deidra grabbed the second glass of Caribou Lou and sipped on it. He knew better then to chug or even drink too many of these things in one go. He sat patiently as the four stitches that were needed to close the hole were threaded through. When Kisame finished and cleaned up he went back to the bar and mixed up another round of drinks. Deidra pulled the black silk pants from the seat next to him and redressed. The two instantly went back to their banter as if nothing had happened. They knew someone would be showing up soon to talk to them anyways.

****

“I thought I told you to wear inconspicuous clothing dumb ass.”

Naruto was in the passenger side of the black Mercedes as the two made their way to go see Deidra and Sasori. His baby blue button up, black skinny jeans, and white leather motorcycle jacket stood out against the crème colored seats.

“1: I look sexy and you know it, 2: This jacket was specifically made with a built in holster for my 45, and 3: You’re dressed in a Dolce and Gabbana suit with a baby blue tie that matches my shirt. Where are you even keeping you 9mil at? That suit fits to well for you to have a shoulder holster on.”

“Anko only brought my suits and underwear, my M9 is in the back of my pants, my SIG is strapped to my ankle, and wearing a white leather coat is like painting a target on your back dip shit.”

“Well there’s not much we can do about it now; now is there bastard?”

“Hn.”

The two exited the car and walked into the club through the employee door without so much of a second glance from the bouncer stationed there. When the two emerged from the back room they were surprised at a few things they saw. Deidra was dancing around on a set of crutches and keeping up word for word with Daddy Yankee’s song ‘Corazones’, Tobi was drinking and not getting yelled at, and Kisame was sitting atop the bar counter with a bottle of 151 and a lighter spitting flames. When the reality of what they were seeing finally sunk in they tried their hardest to keep from laughing. Sasuke succeeding where Naruto ended up clutched over the side of a chair laughing and gasping for air. Sasuke left Naruto to die of laughter as he walked to Kisame and snatched the lighter from his hand before smacking him upside the head. Kisame immediately made to hit him back before his drunken hazed eyes realized who exactly it was that hit him.

“If it isn’t baby brother. How ya been kiddo? Hey wanna shot?” Kisame held out the bottle to Sasuke and waited expectantly for younger man to take a swig.

“Why are you wasted at 4 in the afternoon and not at the company handling the money laundering scheme?” Sasuke took the bottle from Kisame’s hand and took a quick shot from the bottle. He left eye twitched at the potency and his new ability to breathe real fames if he didn’t get the answer he wanted to hear.

“I got a distress call from Deidra over their around 11am. Since he is a good friend of Itachi’s and mine I couldn’t let it go un-answered. I ended up tracking the phone to the utility room of the Hilton down town. Gaara had him tied up and was getting ready to torture Blondie over their when I got a shot off at him. We had a good ‘ole style shoot out but the little shit got away when I was cutting Dei free.” Kisame grabbed the bottle back from Sasuke and took a swig. Deidra and Naruto had come closer in the middle of Kisame’s speech and watched as Sasuke’s temple began twitching violently. Without turning to look at Deidra, Sasuke asked his next question before going ahead and giving into his temptation to throw a chair across the dance floor.

“Dei where’s Sasori?”

“He’s out looking for Gaara as we speak.”

Naruto’s phone began ringing before Sasuke could respond. The blonde quickly grabbed it from his back pocket answered with worry, glee, and slight desperation.

“Kyuubi! God, are you alright man? Did anything happen? I’m sorry I couldn’t come see you, but I heard Shikamaru was there so I was like ‘Okay cool’ he’s good. But I swear Kyu--”

“Shut up Kit. I’m alright. Already up and walking, but we have another situation on our hands. Put me on speaker phone so Sasuke can hear this too.” Kyuubi’s voice sounded stressed as he got his hyper active cousin to calm down.

“Alright.” Naruto set his phone on speaker so everyone could hear what was going on.

“Temari showed up here. She was coming to poison me we think, but she attacked Shikamaru in the bathroom before she got to my room. He’s pretty cut up but nothing serious, and Temari is nothing more than a bloody corpse now. An interesting fact came up during the fight though. It seems Temari was the one who murdered Asuma back in June. ”

Sasuke sighed and ran his hand down his face. The last thing they needed now was a murder at the hospital.

“Fuck. Alright, did you get everything cleaned up?”

“Yeah, everything is taken care of here on my end. I just need to know what you want to do with the body Uchiha.”

“I have an idea but I need to run it past Obito and Kakashi first. For now just head down to dock 6 and wait for me to call you back.”

“Got it. Just don’t keep us down their too long. I’d like to sleep in my own bed at some point tonight.”

“Yeah; yeah. Later Kyuubi.”

“Ja.”

Naruto honestly didn’t want to know what was going to happen with Temari’s body. He knew how this lifestyle was, and he knew sleeping with the fishes would be a more appropriate final resting place then what Kyuubi and Sasuke were probably going to do.

Sasuke grabbed his own cell phone and dialed up Obito. The other line rang and rang and rang but not even his
answering machine picked up. With a slight look of disappointment he tried Kakashi’s number and hoped that the two were together. He needed to get his answer so Kyuubi didn’t burn down anything at the dock because he got bored and was frustrated. On the second ring Kakashi answered with his normal greeting.

“Yo.”

“Hey Kakashi is Obito with you? I need to get a ‘ye or ne’ on a situation that has arisen.”

“Obito is actually at the Uchiha manor right now trying to get your father and mother to take a vacation back to Japan for a little while.”

“Fuck, that could take all night, and I need an answer now.”

“Well, tell me what’s going on and I’ll see what I can do.” Sasuke explained the situation exactly as Kyuubi had told it to him and the others.

“Make an example of it Sasuke, and call me if anything else should arise tonight.”

“Hn.”

Just as Sasuke closed his phone it began ringing again.

“Uchiha here.”

“Boss-man I got a call from Zetsu saying that Kankuro and a bunch of Neji’s boys just entered The Green Door”

“Tell Zetsu to get the employees and customers out as discreetly as he can. Which team are you with right now
Kiba?”

“I’m with Sapphire-2 and Sapphire- 4.”

“Alright, tell the teams to stay still until Naruto and I get there.”

“Roger. Out.”

Naruto raised his eyebrow at Sasuke as the raven put his phone away, took another shot of 151, and then lit a cigarette. Deidra and Kisame sat silently as they waited for orders that were sure to come after the phone calls that had occurred.

“Didn’t know you smoked ciggs Sasuke?”

“Hn. Like a chimney normally due to stress.”

“Would now happen to be one of those times?”

“Yes, in fact, Deidra close the club up for the night. This is going to be a make shift hospital if anything should go wrong in the next couple of hours. Kisame you still have those vests in your truck?”

“Yeah, just take the truck. That car of yours won’t do any good if bullets begin to parade around ya’ll.”

“Thanks. I’ll contact you guys later. C’mon Naruto. It’s time to play undertaker.”

Naruto felt his body begin to rush with adrenaline at the slightly maniacal gaze that crossed over Sasuke’s features. Even though his stomach felt like a million knots where being made in it; the thought of getting into some action overpowered the nauseous feeling. The two headed out to the parking lot where the Tahoe was parked and got in. He watched as Sasuke let the cigarette dangle from his mouth as he drove. The whole ‘I’m slightly insane’ smirk still graced the thin lips as an occasional drag was taken and exhaled.

‘God, am I going insane too?’ The feel of his half hard cock rubbing against his jeans was enough to tell him that yes; yes he was.

**********let’s compare scars**********

The Green Door was a dive of a rock bar. New and upcoming bands played there while drugs and weapons were dealt in the shadows. Prostitutes came in and out of the emergency exit with practiced ease. Behind the bar a man with a shaggy green hair and half his body tattooed black lined up 20 shot glasses. The golden tequila filled shot after shot for the newest group of patrons to come in.

Zetsu signaled for the bar maid to come pick up the shots as he watched the group closely. Each was dressed in some form of street attire except for one. The odd man had purple face paint across his face and an expensive looking suit that was worn sloppily. From what Zetsu saw, he was armed with two Beretta’s holstered across his chest. Giving a slight snort he walked from behind the bar and towards the employee back room. When he walked in he was greeted with the sight of a prostitute pleasuring a customer on the table, but that was nothing new. When he reached a worn out couch a prone figure was spread across it, beer bottle dangling from a slightly tanned hand. Zetsu kicked out with a boot clad foot at the man’s body. A loud groan was heard as eyelids fluttered open to reveal angry brown eyes.

“What the fuck, you fucking ass!?!”

“Get up and go play something. We have business with Uchiha tonight.”

“Why the fuck would I play anything, wait did you say Uchiha?”

“Yes, dumbass, now go play until I give you the signal.”

“Looks like Lord Jashin will get a sacrifice tonight.”

Zetsu rolled his eyes and turned to walk away. Hidan was a crazy fucker, but damned if he didn’t get the job done quickly.

****

Sasuke pulled up next to grey pick up in the parking lot across from The Green Door. Stepping out of the SUV he was met with a scratched and bruised up Kiba. His suit was slightly ruffled and his hair still stood in messy spikes as per usual but the manic smile he wore threw even Sasuke off.

“You’ll never guess who’s playing at the bar right now.”

“Oh? And what exactly does that have to do with anything.”

“Hidan and his band are their tonight. Zetsu has them playing and ready for your signal to let loose on those scraggly ass mother fuckers.”

Naruto came around the SUV in time to hear Hidan was at the bar and let a smile similar to Kiba’s cross his face. He had seen Hidan at work before and knew the man was completely off his rocker. No one ever lived through one of his fights. Turning to Sasuke he saw the smile struggling to surface on his lips from hearing the news, but was impressed when the raven kept an even tone as he spoke.

“Well that is good news to hear.”

“HAH! I thought you would enjoy that. Alright, now for the orders boss man. I’m itchin’ to get some payback.” Kiba’s eyes seemed to burn with excitement as he absentmindedly drummed his fingers on the stalk of his M4
strapped across his chest.

“I want Sapphire-2 to cover the back entrance and Sapphire-4 will enter through the employee entrance on the right side of the building. Naruto, you, and I will enter through the front. Everyone has their vests on correct?”

“Yeah, I made sure all the teams had ‘em on before they headed out this morning. Do you guys need one? I have a couple extra in the truck.”

“No, we have Kisame’s second chance vests. Speaking of which, Naruto can you get them out of the back.”
Naruto nodded and walked to the back of the Tahoe and pressed the button to open the back. He reached in and grabbed the two black vests. Taking off his jacket and shirt, Naruto slid the vest on and strapped it tight against his goose bumped skin. He quickly buttoned his shirt back on and slid into his jacket. When he emerged from the back of the truck Sasuke had already discarded his blazer, shirt, and tie. His nipples and the barbells through them stood pert as the cold air bit at his skin. The black flames over his arms seemed to dance as his abdominal and chest muscles quivered and shook in an attempt to produce heat to the body. Naruto didn’t notice how hungrily he was staring at Sasuke’s body until the man raised his eyebrow and smirked in an all knowing way. Kiba just chuckled before walking off to the two teams that were huddled next to two black Suburban’s.

“You going to hand me the vest any time soon?”

Sasuke stepped up to Naruto until their breaths mingled and the white condensation obstructed their view of each other. Naruto felt his heart speed up when a pale hand grabbed his hair and lips were smashed against his. Teeth nipped hard at his bottom lip until he felt the blood trickle down his lip only to be licked away by a skilled tongue that soon plunged into his mouth. Sasuke tightened his grip in the hair and rubbed his crotch against Naruto’s while he plundered his mouth. When the two broke from the fierce kiss Sasuke bit down on the shell of Naruto’s ear and whispered.

“When we get home tonight I’m going to suck you dry and fuck you until you can’t move.”

Naruto let out a breathy moan in reply, his half mast eyes and feral grin silently daring Sasuke to try his best. He handed him the vest and watched while Sasuke quickly got redressed. His blazer was left open and his tie hung loosely from his neck. With a nod to Kiba at the other side of the parking lot, he grabbed his phone and called Zetsu.

“Green Door.”

“You have five minutes.”

“Got it."

Sasuke hung up and gave the signal to move.

****

Zetsu hung up the bar phone and looked up to the small stage where Hidan and his band had just finished a song. He held up his hand with his fingers stretched out. Hidan nodded and went to the mic.

“That was our last song of the night. Have a good one.”

The group of twenty hooted and hollered when the band got off the stage; oblivious to the fact that they were the only customers in the bar. Hidan walked behind the bar and Zetsu reached under the cash register and grabbed the double barrel 12 gauge shotgun and a M9. Handing the pistol to Hidan he pressed play on audio system and turned it up to the max. The ‘6 days remix’ began to play as the front door to the bar opened and the first shots rang out.

**********let’s compare scars**********

Across town Gaara and Sai sat comfortably in the living area of Gaara’s motel room. Two glasses of scotch sat on the coffee table as Kabuto cleaned up Gaara’s wound. Sai sat back in his seat and watched. The only sign of emotion from the man was the tapping of his fingers on the cloth of the chair arm rest. When Kabuto finished and walked out of the room Gaara began to speak.

“I must say, I was not expecting to run into you while I was here.” Gaara lifted his drink and sipped slowly from it. His guard still on high as the detective sat across from him.

“Yes, well I am the lead detective in Konoha.”

Gaara swished the liquor around his glass and stared straight at Sai trying to pick up on his body language. “As lead detective shouldn’t you be arresting me instead of having drinks and talking business?”

“I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to take down Uchiha and Namikaze’s for some time now. Be it legal or illegal, and my attempts so far haven’t even dented their organization.”

Sai voice rose slightly as he spoke, and his dark eyes burned with fury. Gaara noticing this took another drink from his glass before straightening up in his seat. If anything having this man on his side could bring him protection and another step closer to gaining Uchiha Incorporated and the Fire Region.

“Then I guess I’ll let you in on what’s really happening on the streets of Konoha right now. Neji Hyuga, Orochimaru Sanin, and my family have come to an agreement of sorts. Neji is Sasuke scorned ex-lover and wants retribution for not being able to have him again, and to take over Hyuga Enterprise from his uncle and cousin who have shunned him his entire life. He is using his connections in the company to steal money from both Hyuga Enterprise and Uchiha Inc. The lackeys he has running around on the streets are providing our security and under-dealings.”

“I have noticed an increase in his boys showing up in our cells lately. I was wondering why that was but I see now.” Sai said before refilling Gaara’s glass and drinking from his own.

“Yes, they aren’t the best at staying out of trouble but they are getting the job done. Now as for Orochimaru, well, a deal went bad a few years back between his company and the Uchiha’s. He was medaling with human genomes and how to cross them with animal genes. The Uchiha’s found out that he was using humans and animals as test subjects and quickly pulled out of their contract with him. Without their financial backing the company was close to bankruptcy until my sister stepped in. We are making a nice profit off his research now by selling it to the Chinese and North Korea. That’s not including the weapons manufacturing that the company also does. In short he owes us and we owe him. If everything goes correctly then he will be taking over Uchiha Inc. when we finally get our hands on it.”

“What about your family. Where do you all play into this?”

Gaara let out a sigh and quickly finished his drink. His face set in stone with aqua blue eyes that showed nothing more than hatred and anguish.

“When the war of the regions ended it was suppose to bring peace and understanding between the families that reined over them. A government of sorts was set up and rules were to be imposed. The system worked for a while but then a new face emerged as the head of the Fire Region. He was quick and witty with business procedures and ruthless on the streets. Charming his way around the families he ended up marrying the daughter of the Mist region’s head family. Because of the union of families the Fire Region had the largest fighting force and majority of ports at their disposal. None of the other families wanted to oppose anything the man said. That’s where my father stepped in. He opposed Namikaze by treading into his territory and making business deals that weren’t his to make. The Fire and Wind regions soon fell into a bloody street war. The end result was Namikaze’s bullet lodged in my father’s chest.” Fierce steel encompassed the red head’s face as he stared distantly into the nothingness that was his memories.

**
Gaara had been 9 years old when his father’s limo had come to a screeching halt on the outskirts of Suna. He heard the loud bangs of gun fire from outside the vehicle. His father had thrown him to the floorboard before swinging his door open and releasing his own barrage of gun fire in the opposite direction. The whistles and pings of bullets tearing through both air and metal were the only recognizable sound to the young boy’s ears. A shattering of glass had him looking up from the carpeted floor as blood and brain matter mixed around split glass from the privacy window. Aqua blue eyes froze in terror as an earsplitting scream bellowed from his mouth. He began to hyperventilate and then everything suddenly went black. When he awoke, Gaara scrambled out of the vehicle as fast as he could only to find his father’s cold and lifeless body lying on the ground. The white sands of the desert floor had stained red with blood and so had Gaara’s sight of the world.
**
When Gaara finally blinked out of his nightmare memories he was met with a steady and determined look from Sai. He matched the man’s look and held out his hand. The cold hands grasped each other in a firm embrace and shook. There was no need for words. The agreement was simple; Destroy what was meant to be theirs.


Let’s compare scars…TBC