Mr. Alarming, Mr. Charming
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Naruto › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
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Category:
Naruto › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,291
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Drop your cock and grab your socks
Mr. Alarming, Mr. Charming
A short Naruto novel
Chapter 1: Drop your cock and grab your socks
It was kinda boring after awhile of little or no action… I mean, little or no action for 14 FUCKING MONTHS, FOR CHRIST’S SAKE! I mean, God, doesn’t anybody have some kind of grudge or something? Nobody dead? Humiliated? Kidnapped and held for ransom? God… “Fucking idiots…”
Dirty deeds done dirt cheap… that’s what Hideki’s job was. He’d taken it after he had been expulsed from ninja school for accidentally killing a girl in combat. Even though he showed extreme prowess as a ninja, he sadly just couldn’t find much else later… and so he decided he could start to kill on purpose.
He was going into his middle ages, but he still looked his 28 year old self. However, the deep scars in his body and his face were beginning to wither and waste him. He looked as though his skin had turned black in a few spots…
His short black hair creased over the plain eyes on his face. A black Dementia tattoo creased over his face, adding to his already insane-looking complexion. To add to that façade of pure criminality were his leg braces, over a pair of black pants and over his chest a grey shirt that looked like something out of a prison. Over by a chair was a white coat, dangling.
You could just call him a criminal, a hit man, for better use of a diction… but lots of people knew him as a genius, a psychological mastermind… someone who knew how to scare the shit out of anyone he came across… the good guys called him the “ninja butcher”… but his customers called him the “right man for the job”.
He was eating some open-fire beans from a can, trying to feel out a spot in his to stomach to fill with food, finally relieving the aching in his stomach. He had a bunch of black notebooks on his a nearby stool… you could call him his “work logs”… but it’s more of a diary.
Even though he’s a sarcastic little jokester, he’s a little sadistic fuck, you see. In those notebooks, you’ll find the record of every person he’s ever killed, imprisoned and tortured for the rich and high-paid ass wipes that come directly from that damn ninja school… in rather gruesome and darkly humorous detail.
He had chopped off about 30 dicks… sewed up some 60 pussies… and ate 16 kids… alive, roasted. He’s slit about 10 throats, stabbed people hundreds of times… and beaten more people than what authorities can really count.
Sure, it was a nice job… he liked it… and it paid REAL good… but I guess staying humble was rather important to him: he probably has more money than anyone in the freaking nation… and yet he lived in some cheap-ass apartment… well, a professional has to stay up to date, I guess…
Around him, several weapons hung from his walls… some were typical: swords, kunai of all uses, spears, axes… and then some more bizarre stuff: extra-sharp scalpels, rods, flails… he even had those machines you strap people on and you stretch them until their bones break in a distant corner of his apartment.
However, you’re probably wondering where he got all them bruises there… well, I guess you should ask the people he’s taken out: you see, when you’re taken away by a real life person-trafficking mafia your parents kept ranting on about (and which you didn’t buy a word of)… I guess you would be kind of scared… and you would struggle like hell to keep yourself to yourself…
Torture was the more enjoyable part of this job… especially if a cute little girl came roaming into the wrong way of a customer. However, just one thing bothered Hideki: he just never, ever, never, ever, never, ever got a combination job. Sure, these people wanted other people just… erased… but I guess they’re all just boring human beings... or they just don’t know what he’s capable of…
Knock knock.
“Who’s that?” said Hideki; rather lazily as he chewed his beans, “letter for a Mr. Judó” said a simple voice, “from who?” answered Hideki back, moody. “It’s from Mr. Hyuga Neji, favourite son of the Hyuga clan, sir”… “Job time!” piped Hideki, throwing his bean can over his head, hearing it splat on the floor, and he jumped up and excitedly took his letter from the scruffy messenger there…
A short Naruto novel
Chapter 1: Drop your cock and grab your socks
It was kinda boring after awhile of little or no action… I mean, little or no action for 14 FUCKING MONTHS, FOR CHRIST’S SAKE! I mean, God, doesn’t anybody have some kind of grudge or something? Nobody dead? Humiliated? Kidnapped and held for ransom? God… “Fucking idiots…”
Dirty deeds done dirt cheap… that’s what Hideki’s job was. He’d taken it after he had been expulsed from ninja school for accidentally killing a girl in combat. Even though he showed extreme prowess as a ninja, he sadly just couldn’t find much else later… and so he decided he could start to kill on purpose.
He was going into his middle ages, but he still looked his 28 year old self. However, the deep scars in his body and his face were beginning to wither and waste him. He looked as though his skin had turned black in a few spots…
His short black hair creased over the plain eyes on his face. A black Dementia tattoo creased over his face, adding to his already insane-looking complexion. To add to that façade of pure criminality were his leg braces, over a pair of black pants and over his chest a grey shirt that looked like something out of a prison. Over by a chair was a white coat, dangling.
You could just call him a criminal, a hit man, for better use of a diction… but lots of people knew him as a genius, a psychological mastermind… someone who knew how to scare the shit out of anyone he came across… the good guys called him the “ninja butcher”… but his customers called him the “right man for the job”.
He was eating some open-fire beans from a can, trying to feel out a spot in his to stomach to fill with food, finally relieving the aching in his stomach. He had a bunch of black notebooks on his a nearby stool… you could call him his “work logs”… but it’s more of a diary.
Even though he’s a sarcastic little jokester, he’s a little sadistic fuck, you see. In those notebooks, you’ll find the record of every person he’s ever killed, imprisoned and tortured for the rich and high-paid ass wipes that come directly from that damn ninja school… in rather gruesome and darkly humorous detail.
He had chopped off about 30 dicks… sewed up some 60 pussies… and ate 16 kids… alive, roasted. He’s slit about 10 throats, stabbed people hundreds of times… and beaten more people than what authorities can really count.
Sure, it was a nice job… he liked it… and it paid REAL good… but I guess staying humble was rather important to him: he probably has more money than anyone in the freaking nation… and yet he lived in some cheap-ass apartment… well, a professional has to stay up to date, I guess…
Around him, several weapons hung from his walls… some were typical: swords, kunai of all uses, spears, axes… and then some more bizarre stuff: extra-sharp scalpels, rods, flails… he even had those machines you strap people on and you stretch them until their bones break in a distant corner of his apartment.
However, you’re probably wondering where he got all them bruises there… well, I guess you should ask the people he’s taken out: you see, when you’re taken away by a real life person-trafficking mafia your parents kept ranting on about (and which you didn’t buy a word of)… I guess you would be kind of scared… and you would struggle like hell to keep yourself to yourself…
Torture was the more enjoyable part of this job… especially if a cute little girl came roaming into the wrong way of a customer. However, just one thing bothered Hideki: he just never, ever, never, ever, never, ever got a combination job. Sure, these people wanted other people just… erased… but I guess they’re all just boring human beings... or they just don’t know what he’s capable of…
Knock knock.
“Who’s that?” said Hideki; rather lazily as he chewed his beans, “letter for a Mr. Judó” said a simple voice, “from who?” answered Hideki back, moody. “It’s from Mr. Hyuga Neji, favourite son of the Hyuga clan, sir”… “Job time!” piped Hideki, throwing his bean can over his head, hearing it splat on the floor, and he jumped up and excitedly took his letter from the scruffy messenger there…