Almost Sucks
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Category:
Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
77
Views:
1,998
Reviews:
327
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
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I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Surveillance camera tapes
Almost Sucks
by Mashiro
Naruto fandom, series, no spoilers
AU, BOYS LOVE: Naruto x Sasuke, Kakashi x Iruka, Lee x Gaara
first time: July 11th 2008, Friday
second time: January 30th 2009, Friday
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DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the rights to the Naruto series or characters and I make no money writing this. I’m just a fan. This is fan fiction.
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72: Surveillance camera tapes
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Epilogue 3.2: The Sound
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Three men and a woman stood outside the tall building, smoking and brooding and waiting anxiously for their fifth companion to return and put an end to their last excuse not to go inside. They had been waiting in silence for a while, but the silence had grown too heavy.
“I hate it when that kid fucks up our lives,” the woman growled and spat on the ground.
“And the next time you come up with something, I swear I’ll...” one of the men grumbled.
“It wasn’t my fucking idea,” she raised her voice in quick angry protest.
“So whose was it?”
“I don’t know. Yours?” she snarled. “Fuckhead.”
“Shut up,” man number two sighed. “What does it matter?”
“We all agreed,” said a third.
Man number two and the third stood next to each other and you had to be an idiot not to see that they were related.
“It seemed like a good idea at the time,” the woman grumbled.
“It was a good idea at the time,” said the first man.
The first of December, three weeks earlier, the two guards on surveillance camera duty had nervously come shuffling with a tape and said they wanted the group’s opinion on something one of the camera had caught. It had quickly been decided that their boss would be better off not knowing what had taken place in the elevator that day.
Everyone was very aware of the boss’s... frustration concerning Uchiha Sasuke’s sudden departure and the circumstances surrounding it. He had managed to turn the situation to his advantage; the teen would have left eventually and now the boss got something out of it, but, of course, that didn’t change the fact that their defenses had been an utter disaster that morning. It hadn’t been one point of failure, but the combination of them all had been frightening.
They had been in the middle of a deal with a foreign contact and at those times everything was a little more chaotic. Sometimes people came that should be there even though you didn’t recognize them, so instead of asking questions and risk insulting someone and possibly ruin the whole deal, you let them pass knowing that civilians would be stopped eventually (and were harmless anyway) and that no one wanted a war.
The guards on roof duty had been green and while certainly familiar with Gaara of the Sand as a story, not familiar with him as a face and a threat. The former murderer had left the Sand and was gone now, or so everyone had thought.
It had been a Sunday. Saturday was party day and humans were humans.
But that just explained the disaster, didn’t make it any less disastrous and unacceptable (or the boss any less frustrated) and no one envied the ones that had been claimed responsible. It was understandable then, that the guards on surveillance camera duty had nervously sought advice and that the group had come to the decision they had come to. Making the boss even more frustrated had then been the last thing on everyone’s want-to-do list.
They had known that the unedited tape would most likely eventually find its way to the boss’s hands and their decision come back to bite them, but they had dared to hope it would take a little longer than three weeks. Maybe three years, or why not ten? How often did you look through surveillance camera tapes?
“He just had to hook up with a cocky kid,” the woman muttered when the silence became too much again.
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by Mashiro
Naruto fandom, series, no spoilers
AU, BOYS LOVE: Naruto x Sasuke, Kakashi x Iruka, Lee x Gaara
first time: July 11th 2008, Friday
second time: January 30th 2009, Friday
.
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the rights to the Naruto series or characters and I make no money writing this. I’m just a fan. This is fan fiction.
.
.
72: Surveillance camera tapes
.
Epilogue 3.2: The Sound
.
.
Three men and a woman stood outside the tall building, smoking and brooding and waiting anxiously for their fifth companion to return and put an end to their last excuse not to go inside. They had been waiting in silence for a while, but the silence had grown too heavy.
“I hate it when that kid fucks up our lives,” the woman growled and spat on the ground.
“And the next time you come up with something, I swear I’ll...” one of the men grumbled.
“It wasn’t my fucking idea,” she raised her voice in quick angry protest.
“So whose was it?”
“I don’t know. Yours?” she snarled. “Fuckhead.”
“Shut up,” man number two sighed. “What does it matter?”
“We all agreed,” said a third.
Man number two and the third stood next to each other and you had to be an idiot not to see that they were related.
“It seemed like a good idea at the time,” the woman grumbled.
“It was a good idea at the time,” said the first man.
The first of December, three weeks earlier, the two guards on surveillance camera duty had nervously come shuffling with a tape and said they wanted the group’s opinion on something one of the camera had caught. It had quickly been decided that their boss would be better off not knowing what had taken place in the elevator that day.
Everyone was very aware of the boss’s... frustration concerning Uchiha Sasuke’s sudden departure and the circumstances surrounding it. He had managed to turn the situation to his advantage; the teen would have left eventually and now the boss got something out of it, but, of course, that didn’t change the fact that their defenses had been an utter disaster that morning. It hadn’t been one point of failure, but the combination of them all had been frightening.
They had been in the middle of a deal with a foreign contact and at those times everything was a little more chaotic. Sometimes people came that should be there even though you didn’t recognize them, so instead of asking questions and risk insulting someone and possibly ruin the whole deal, you let them pass knowing that civilians would be stopped eventually (and were harmless anyway) and that no one wanted a war.
The guards on roof duty had been green and while certainly familiar with Gaara of the Sand as a story, not familiar with him as a face and a threat. The former murderer had left the Sand and was gone now, or so everyone had thought.
It had been a Sunday. Saturday was party day and humans were humans.
But that just explained the disaster, didn’t make it any less disastrous and unacceptable (or the boss any less frustrated) and no one envied the ones that had been claimed responsible. It was understandable then, that the guards on surveillance camera duty had nervously sought advice and that the group had come to the decision they had come to. Making the boss even more frustrated had then been the last thing on everyone’s want-to-do list.
They had known that the unedited tape would most likely eventually find its way to the boss’s hands and their decision come back to bite them, but they had dared to hope it would take a little longer than three weeks. Maybe three years, or why not ten? How often did you look through surveillance camera tapes?
“He just had to hook up with a cocky kid,” the woman muttered when the silence became too much again.
.
.