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Whoo ?! ( october 5th. )

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[frutacitrica]

How cliche that a bird had stirred him from his slumber with a cheerily obnoxious tune. It sat on the balcony's ledge as if it were purely natural to be there, overlooking possibly the busiest street in Nevada. Wide, panoramic windows stretched across his blurry vision as heavy eyelids fluttered and raised, the mismatched pair clouded with the crippling exhaustion that held his lithe body to the Egyptian cotton sheets over the king sized mattress like lead weights attached to his limbs. It was strange to see the chickadee casually flitting its wings in the dim light and the man felt his eyes close once more. Dragging a sun-kissed hand to his face as he rolled lazily onto his back, the sheets coiled around his long legs as he breathed a long sigh of satisfaction.

It was almost time, the low-lighted figure remembered apprehensively as he stared at the black ceiling that made the large master bedroom of the condominium deceptively smaller. Turning his head to gaze out at the setting sun and the beautiful colours lighting the clouds similar to a famous painting of the dusk sky, Hatake Kakashi decided grudgingly that he would have to get up and get changed if he was to meet the only people that could make his dreams a reality. They were the best of the best; he'd better not disappoint. Almost too slowly- the speed of a demotivated sloth- the ashen haired stunner let his feet touch the heated hardwood flooring with a discreet yawn, ignoring the complaint of his muscles when he arched his back in a glorious stretch. The red the of the sun's descending rays added dimension to his toned body that would make any woman falter in her steps, drop anything held in her palm or cause her chin to become too heavy for her to hold closed any longer.

The bird outside rapidly threw itself into the air gracefully and flew away in obvious anxiety as the tall, statuesque man finally moved from his frozen state in a groggy beeline to the bathroom. As he walked into the bathroom, flicked on the lights and stared at his sullen reflection in the mirror, he peered around the frame of the doorway to allow his insatiable eyes to grove over the porcelain skin of his lover who was sleeping soundlessly with the covers form fitting to his lusciously curved body. There had been many guests who have joined him in his king sized bed, but none had ever captured his interest long enough for him to learn their name, what they liked, how they spoke- unless it was moaned- and what set them apart from others. This boy however had managed to somehow get inside his head. His name, his likes, his personality...all were intriguing to him and Uchiha Sasuke was his current obsession aside from his famous pastime.

That was what his carefully chosen companions had in common. Gambling. Casinos were the hot spot of Las Vegas, Nevada and if you weren't rich, witty or daring enough, you could spend a whole years pay or be out on your a** holding out a mug for change before you knew it. He just happened to be unfathomably lucky. In fact, the casinos where he'd lived in Japan knew his name and reputation well and treated him like a multi-millionaire.

Which was appropriate considering that his net worth was over fifty million dollars. In the gambling business he even had a very befitting nickname. The Money. Spinning the knob in the shower, the dial set at 'scalding', he stepped under the steaming spray without so much as a cringe from the heat. As the water cascaded over his upward tilted face and down his long, sinewy neck to his well-built torso, a finger reached up to trace the scar trailing over his left eyelid.

Kakashi had nearly lost his eye, but was saved by an old friend. He'd been young- naive- and he was caught counting cards in a casino in New York City at a blackjack tournament. They grabbed him by the arms, threw a bag over his head and dragged him outside. The security guards beat him within an inch of his life and the head honcho decided to bloody him up a little along with the pretty purple bruises that littered his crumpled form. It had been a shallow wound considering that his comrade Obito had tackled the guy before he could finish.

He told him to run. He did. He didn't look back. Kakashi had never heard from him again after that, but a news story in the herald had notified him that Obito's valiant attempt to rescue him and to get out alive were in vain. He'd been found in the dumpster behind the casino.

A permanent crimson eye was his only memory of his best friend, a blood vessel having burst in his iris causing the blood to take over the eerie gray they once had been. People stared wherever he went and sometimes it was a curse- made him easier to recognize if he didn't cover it with some dinky eye patch which he only rarely did. He went through the tedious routine of soaping himself down, cleaning his dirtied body from the early day's passionate events and he shampooed his hair before toweling dry. Exiting the bathroom and closing the door, he disregarded the steam curling from the base of the door's frame as he tied the towel around his hips with a glance to the sleeping boy in his bed. He moved fluidly over to the raven and sat on the edge of the bed near him.

Leaning in, Kakashi made an attempt to wake his partner with teasing kisses to slightly parted lips, adding a low, "...It's time to wake up, Sasuke."

His tone was breathy; merely the utterance of the name falling from his full lips sounding sensual and coaxing. Removing a lock of hair from the boy's pale, seamless face, he stood silently and dissapeared inside a walk-in closet. He had already laid out what he was to wear later that evening and he pulled a striped, long-sleeved dress shirt over his arms and buttoned it up, leaving a couple hanging open. He stepped into his black pants next, tucking the shirt loosely into the brand name slacks as he snapped the suspenders onto his shoulders with an elastic 'snap' that echoed through the large wardrobe. He was basically ready.

Slipping on a pair of black Italian leather shoes, he draped a tie around his neck and exited the room, looking casual yet formal and certainly comfortable in what he was wearing. Once more he returned to the boy's side, not with intentions of witnessing his eyes open, his focus to be on him, that coy smile he had when he stared into his face. Again he leaned in and again he teased the boy's colourful lips with his own, this time moving to his ear to nibble gently on the earlobe.

"Our guests are coming soon..." Kakashi whispered, his hot breath spilling over the shell of his ear. "After the briefing, then we have all night long to do whatever. We. Like."

Despite his current mood, the professional side of him kept a sharp ear out for the sound of the elevator door sliding open. Since it was the only way into his condominium, he'd mailed the specially made keys directly to the members of the team he'd selected so that they could just come in. His mouth moved to Sasuke's neck but merely rested there, his narrowed eyes sliding over towards the entrance to his flat. 'They should all be arriving within the hour...'

[Erotic Petals]

sasuke is so damn ******** hot. ******** yes he is.

“...It's time to wake up, Sasuke.”

“Hn.” He murmured, as he shifted a bit and instead of laying on his side, rolled onto his front, his arm moving out subconsciously to where Kakashi had been. . Nope, he was gone. Sasuke was sort of awake. He knew where he was, knew what he had done during the day, when they had decided to fall asleep, and Sasuke had no doubt in his mind that more would happen after the team left. The team. What an interesting combo indeed.

Naruto, you could say was his partner in crime. Wherever Sasuke went, you could be sure that Sasuke was sure to follow. But, there were times when Naruto had to do his job, and times like now when Sasuke had just had enough of the blond. Needed some time alone, to put it simply. But when they were working, Sasuke always had a job. He worked with Kakashi, and always had to have Naruto with him.

The Uchiha shifted again, and groaned. He could hear water running. A part of him almost made him open his eyes and go join Kakashi in the shower. But, his conscience told him that it would end up to being a long, extended shower. He groaned and pulled the blankets close to his body. Hell, he was tired. The others condominium was wonderful. Sasuke basically considered it his second home. Well, it basically was his only home.

Sure, Sasuke had a little dinky apartment down some boulevard that he couldn`t be bothered with knowing the name of, but he rarely went to it. Kakashi had made it very clear ever since the first time they had really gotten to get to know one another. That first night together had been anything except professional. They had gotten together because they had worked together a few times before. There was no doubt that Sasuke had wanted Kakashi, and despite no matter how sneaky Kakashi might have thought he was, Sasuke had caught the other looking at him.

He rolled back onto his back once more, one arm up underneath the pillow, the other lay across his stomach, his wrist hanging off his body. When he barely felt lips against his own, he softly returned the kiss. They weren`t dating, him and Kakashi. No. But, things like this made things a little more believable, if possible. They always had to be close to one another in the casino. Sasuke didn`t mind being called arm-candy. He knew he was arm-candy. It didn`t bother him anymore.

Sasuke almost cursed Kakashi for knowing all his weak spots, the ear being one. He shuddered and let out a soft mewing sound to show his appreciation of such a sensual feeling. But, when it disappeared, a very obvious frown appeared on his lips and he soon felt the lips trailing down his neck as Kakashi kissed down over his pulse.

“Nn, Kashi`. .” He murmured as he finally cracked open his lidded onyx hues, able to see the damp silver hair, he smiled as he opened his eyes completely, tilting his head back against the pillow, he slowly raised his arm and cupped the back of the others neck. Sure, Kakashi was fully dressed and showered, and Sasuke, who took longer than him, wasn`t even dressed. God, did he even have any appropriate clothes around here? No, he definitely did. Just for this case. Kakashi had told him to bring some meeting clothes. By ‘meeting’, it meant letting the team meet one another. Sasuke and Kakashi already knew who the team was, but he was sure that said ‘team’ would be excited to find out who they were working with. Each of them had their special attributes to this mission.

“Alright, alright. . I`m awake. Geddoff. I have to take a shower, and get dressed. . And when I get out of the shower, I want a muffin, and coffee.” He said as he used whatever willpower he had and managed to slide out of bed, naked. He didn`t care, as he stalked over to Kakashi`s closet. He opened it and pulled out his own clothes, eyeing Kakashi for a moment since his back was to the elder, before he crossed the room and went into the bathroom. He shut the door and locked it, resting the clothes on the back of the door, he eyed his own black towel before turning on the water so that it was hot, but not scalding like Kakashi seemed to like it.

He took his time in the shower, too. Washing his hair, his body, his a**, every nook and cranny. When he was finished, he rinsed off twice and turned off the water, drying himself off, he turned the fan on to clear the foggy mirror. He knew he`d need it, and set to starting to get ready. Who cared if he was a little late for the ‘meeting’. He`d need all the damn time he could get to look sexy and show off that he was Kakashi`s, and that he`d beat the s**t out of anyone who tried to get near Kakashi. Save for Naruto, of course. They were teacher and student. That was it. Sasuke made sure of it.

Okay, so he was a little controlling. Just a little.

[w i n g - - SYNDROME]

On gentle ground I waited for you

xxxIn drops of dew

xxxxxI wished that were you

High rise, veins of the avenue
Bright eyes and subtle variations of blue
Everywhere is balanced there like a rainbow above you
Street lights glisten on the boulevard
And cold nights make staying alert so hard
For heavens sake, keep me awake so I wont be caught off guard
Clearly I am a passerby but Ill find a place to stay
Dear pacific day, wont you take me away?

Deep crystals that caught the attention of any and every passerby like rare diamonds were cleverly hidden behind dark shades. It was awkward to see the blond ball of energy with sunglasses on, but his eyes were one of his number one weapons to capture hearts across the brightly lit city. They were big and round, giving his child-like face even more young quality. Today, however, he was not flaunting those big water bright eyes or entrancing anyone at all. How much would Kakashi and Sasuke scold him if he were to show up to the first official meeting with a puppy following him in tow; or even worse puppies. He grinned at the mini-movie that played in his head. The poor stalkers would surely get the s**t beat out of them by Kakashi's hands or by his bodyguard's. These meetings were supposed to be secret. No outsiders allowed ~ He couldn't help but let a grin slide onto his lips.

However, his eyes were not the only tool of the trade. His lithe body was good at assisting him trap potential toys as well. He was small for his age as well as short. He always had been, though. He had a little hip to show for it, though. He'd been called jail bait many times. How many times was he ID ' ed outside of the casinos he practically lived in? Since he did not have his eyes on display today everyone would simply have to settle for ogling his body, which no one thus far seemed to object. The evidence was piling up that perhaps his body was his most valuable asset. He was not blind to the people observing him as he passed and where their eyes went. Well, he couldn't really help the way his body looked. He certainly wasn't going to hide that under heavy clothing. They were in Las Vegas, Nevada. The heat was nearly unbearable this time of year.

Small town hearts of the New Year
Brought down by gravity, crystal clear
City fog and brave dialogue converge on the frontier
Make haste, I feel your heartbeat
With new taste for speed, out on the street
Find a road to a humble abode where both of our routes meet
The silver sound is all around and the colors fall like snow
The feeling of letting go, I guess well never know

He pretended to be oblivious to everything, large headphones overs his ears and a hood to cover his messy blond hair that spiked where it pleased. It didn't take much to style his hair and have it come out appealing and fit the rest of his child-like facade. Due to the weather he wore a sleeveless shirt that zipped up in the front and was his favorite color, orange. The lining and bottom was a black. The hood was upon his head, the fabric on the edging a black as well. The front was slightly unzipped down to the middle of his chest revealed a white tank top. His legs were covered to his knees in black caprice that tied to his joints. And on his feet he wore flip flops. Many might have been curious what was beneath all that layering, though he would never reveal that little secret ~

Chewing on the headphone chord absent-minded as he neared the building, he pulled out his fancy touch phone to check on the time. He'd had to go the long way to get to the famous casino. Not every establishment in town was favorable to him. His brother was especially vehemently against his existence and was said to have ordered something gruesome for him if he was seen within the area of the premises. The streets had named his brother Kyuubi. Yes, Naruto agreed it fit him rather well. The hate was mutual between them. Kyuubi hadn't bothered to stick around when they were thrown onto the streets by society, leaving Naruto alone to fend for himself. If Kakashi hadn't found him, and in a terrible shape he was, he probably would have died, no thanks to his b*****d brother. Yes, he had to thank Kakashi for a lot. Kakashi was the first to show kindness towards him and for that he would forever remain loyal to the elder male.

Cheer up and dry your damp eyes and tell me when it rains
And I ' ll blend up that rainbow above you and shoot it through your veins
Cuz your heart has a lack of color and we should ' ve known
That wed grow up sooner or later cuz we wasted all our free time alone

Ah, it was a good thing he'd left some time ago to get to the casino. The blond was easily distracted and his place wasn't exactly all that close. It certainly wasn't on the main strip. After a few stops and a long walk, he was finally staring up at the hotel. He was a few minutes early. He dug in his pockets for the key Kakashi had given him. He paused. He started to scramble through his pockets a little panicked. He had brought it, right ? 'Oh. s**t. He cursed in his mind before starting to spout obscenities that gained him curious stares. After that long walk he'd forgotten the damn key ?! Harshly, he yanked the shades off of his face, scowling as he felt all over his body for the thing before his hand stopped on his chest. Blinking he pulled a thin string out of his shirt and stared at the end of it, finding a key hanging in front of his key.

"OH ! " He snapped his fingers and smiled his signature smile. That was right. He'd put the key on a string and tied it round his neck so he wouldn't lose it. Sighing with relief he stuffed the key back in his shirt.

When he glanced up again, he found many people looking him over as though he were crazy. "What 'th ******** 'ya lookin' at ? " He stuck his tongue out before slipping his sunglasses over his eyes. Naruto didn't have the best diction. After living on the streets for so long, he'd lost all chances of speaking well. Nonetheless, if he kept his mouth shut (which he hardly ever did) he was an attractive boy to both sexes. Pushing past the people that had gathered near him, he made his way into the building.

Your nerves gather with the altitude
Exhale the stress so you don't come unglued
Somewhere there is a happy affair, a ghost of a good mood
Wide eyed, panic on the getaway
The high tide could take me so far away
VCRs and motorcars unite on the Seventh Day
A popular gauge will measure the rage of the new Post-Modern Age
Cuz somewhere along the line all the decades align

The elevator ride was boring. Naruto groaned and kicked one of the elevator walls a few times in boredom. Perhaps it was a bit dramatic, but Naruto hated being stuck in places like elevators. You were trapped in a small space with boring elevator music and boring atmosphere. When it finally dinged he first poked his head into the room. It was weird. You started at the bottom and when you got to where you were going you were right there. He glanced around carefully. He did not want to see something that would scare his mind forever. He didn't mind men being together. Far from that, he was actually apart of the gay community, but those two together was already troubling. He would never confess this to either of them, however.

The two men were both very important to him. Thanks to Kakashi, he'd met Sasuke. The boy had made an impression on him. He was beautiful for one thing. He was also intelligent and mysterious, but even from the beginning, Naruto knew he never stood a chance against his sensei. He'd accepted that (besides he respected Kakashi and Sasuke too much to confess his true feelings), but that didn't stop his occasional fantasy or keep him from sticking to them like glue at all times.

"Uh...Anyone home ? I'm hereeee! " He shouted into the condominium. Quickly, he stuffed the key back in his shirt before he lost the thing.

More quietly, he plopped onto the long couch he was familiar with and stretched out, leaving his earphones in. he rested his head back, his face turning to the ceiling as his eyes fell closed. They'd be out soon enough. 'Hm...I wonder what the others would be like...'. He hoped it would be people he could get along with and not just people who wanted in his pants. He had plenty of come-ons on the job. He'd prefer to keep things with his fellow con-artists professional.

We were the crashing whitecaps
On the ocean
And what lovely seaside holiday, away
A palm tree in Christmas lights
My emotion
Struck a sparkling tone like a xylophone
As we spent the day alone

Maybe he would get some sleep if they were going to take very long. Good thing his headphones were in. It would keep any obtrusive noises out. He hardly got rest. He loved the night life; he also hated going home to an empty apartment. He didn't bother with roommates. He could afford a place alone, but he still wanted something more than guys constantly groping him. He wanted something real.

He wanted someone to love him.

Cheer up and dry your damp eyes and tell me when it rains
And Ill blend up that rainbow above you and shoot it through your veins
Cuz your heart has a lack of color and we shouldve known
That wed grow up sooner or later cuz we wasted all our free time alone

[xhime - lemon drop]

&& : ( 5 : 25 pm ) `

The sound of tapping echoed within the large condominium. Almost irritatingly as if waiting for something to happen, all the more consuming. Dark eyes switched over to watch the hands on the clock move as each second passed, he hated waking up way to earlier. That always means that he had to wait for something and he hated waiting. To forgo time, he swiftly flicked his wrist and ran slender fingers through his inky untied hair and stood. Grabbing a towel on his way into the bathroom. Perhaps this was the reason he always waited to take his showers right before he had to leave. To take up the remaining of the time. God knows he has been having trouble sleeping lately. Even the medicine wasn't helping lately, it was bearable, for now. Turning the crystal clear knobs inside the shower until the water was a little bit below warm before shedding his sweats and stepping inside. Letting the cool water wash away his wariness. He was so tired. But he didn't let that affect his game, he didn't like to disappoint. Especially the people that were counting on him.

Leaning his forehead against the cool tile allowing the water to run his length. He liked showers for only one reason because to it felt like it was washing everything away. His life, his dreams, his job, everything and at the same time he felt that none of that mattered anymore. Though he was grateful for the things that he had. All thanks to Kakashi, that man had helped him a great deal the past couple of years. He couldn't help but remain loyal to him and it had nothing to do with how he use to feel and now the things that Kakashi and Sasuke were obliviously doing. He didn't want any other man looking after his younger brother. Dark eyes drowned out as he stared continuously at the drain watching the water swirl and disappear down the black shadows of the pipes. Finally giving away his eyes began to drift again, closing inch by inch until finally he was lost to this world.


&& : ( 6 : 30 pm ) `


"Hn. . ."

A sharp pain ran across his back as finally he managed to open his eyes. Hazily he groped around for the edge of the shower. Standing with his left arm behind him rubbing his back, sucking his teeth when he realized that he fell asleep. When his vision finally cleared from its grogginess he pulled back the shower curtain searching for the time. Not even close, he realized. Dipping his head back in and under the now extremely cold water. Making quick work with washing his long hair and pale body before finally stepping out and wrapping a crimson towel around his waist. Not bothering to dry the rest of his body as he walked out the bathroom and into his bedroom once again. Glancing to the window, the sky was still clinging to the beautiful hues of the setting sun. Feeling that maybe it wasn't ready for the shades of darkness that would soon consume the bright city of Las Vegas. His still wet hair clenched to every known area, water droplets running down well - endowed torso only to disappear underneath the red fabric tied around his waist. Keeping his business in check.

Uchiha Itachi didn't bother dressing yet, nothing more than a pair of black boxer - briefs and then he made dinner. Something he never did possibly because he never had the time. Besides he wasn't exactly the dinner kind of man, he liked lunch and at times breakfast. Sometimes he went through a whole day relying on what he ate for lunch because he almost never had time for dinner. Because of the job perhaps, but even after that he still had time to eat he just choose not too. That's right, it was his choice and his alone. He allowed his onyx colored eyes to travel the length of the table, resting on the still closed manila package. Chewing slowly of his sausage, he gaze concentrated on it. He knew it was from Kakashi, but Kakashi never sent things out. He finished chewing and looked away from the Kakashi - sent package and back down at his plate. He poked at his food until his fork was full and then placed the silver utensils back in his mouth. His teeth scraping against the metal as he pulled it back out. His fingers were itching as he continued to think about the concealed Kakashi - sent package. Finally giving into the temptation he reached across, with his long fingers he managed to grasp it which out getting out of his seat. He set his fork down and slide the package till it was next to his plate. Looking over it once more before he gave away to opening it. Disappoint at what it was, it took one of his fingers and slid the silver key till it settled in front of him. Swiping the remaining of the Kakashi - sent package and resumed his eating.

Before long the Uchiha has settled in his evening wear. A dark Armani suit, very fitting for his character. His hair remained loose and it flowed around his broad shoulders, blow - dried and combed to a perfect silk just the way that he liked it. But he was all professional, it all tied together with a crisp white dress shirt and a velvet red tie that could choke a horse if he put it on. Throwing on his jacket, grabbing a envelope that he promised himself to give to Sasuke and the lonely key that he left on the table. It's wrapping still laying on the floor as he closed the door behind him. The sky dark and the cities lights poured into his place like an uninvited guest.

Not bothering to take the car for Kakashi lived a couple blocks away from him. He found it soothing to live close to him if something would go wrong he wasn't far away and it only took a short run to reach it. Even if living so close he had seen him for a good amount of time in a while. Itachi went and did some of his own jobs for a while. Kakashi was okay with it though or so he hoped. Fingering the smooth texture of the silver key that laid in his pocket ready to be used. Wondering all the while how Sasuke was doing. Coming down to it, Itachi didn't seem like the caring type. He could deal with that, even he himself agreed to the fact that he didn't even LOOK like the type. All the more better, he would keep that part of himself a secret. What about him that wasn't a secret. It was better that way, he would always remind himself that. He had a hard look, harder for people to understand him. He didn't want people too it just made life more difficult for him. Come to think of it, he was probably a hard person to love as well. Though he didn't exactly hang himself over that subject, he wasn't all that popular in the relationship area. Sure he turned a few good heads, but he never gave anyone a second glance. After all he had to keep his head in the game. That was probably why he was glad that Kakashi had his hands around Sasuke. He knew that Kakashi would take care of him so he didn't have to worry. Though it has been awhile since he last saw both Kakashi and Sasuke. He was surprised to receive the letter, all the more surprise when he found out that Sasuke was WITH Kakashi.

Finally reaching the other building with what he knew had even larger condominium than his own. His eyes which already held as little emotion as possible hardened at the thought of a team. Sure he's worked with a few people before. Kakashi and Sasuke included, but everyone knows that he was more of the individual type of worker. No one got in his way and he didn't get in their way, just the way that he liked it. Silently he was glad to get the letter. Pulling out the key from his pocket as he entered the building. Heading straight to the elevator. Placing the key back in his pocket. He waited, he hated waiting because it always take up time and he hated wasting time. Grunting irritatingly when it finally dinged and the doors opened, a large room greeted him. Already he spotted a body he didn't even bother to make his presence known.

Walking over to the couch that was obliviously occupied he stared down at the smaller body with a brow raised. It twitched and with a annoyed look on his emotionless face he flicked the blonde's legs off the couch and took a seat where they had been before. Throwing one of his arms behind the couch and leaned his head back careful not to mess up his hair. Crossing his legs and blocked any sounds that would annoy him further from reaching his ears.

He was guessing that this blond was apart of the team. All the times he had worked with Kakashi he had never seen him.

He didn't care.

He never did.

The job was all that mattered.

[frutacitrica]

When those pale lips pressed back against his, it sent a familiar shock of electricity through his body. It was so very hard to resist mussing up his perfected, casual image in order to lay the porcelain skinned boy before him and it turned out that he didn't have to as Sasuke made his consciousness known to him. He found onyx eyes staring back at him the second he peeked through closed eyelids; he was supposed to be letting his other half get up to dress himself since it took a very long time for the boy to doll himself up, but the hand cupping the back of his neck kept him there. At least for the moment. His nickname was muttered in his own ear and a his mouth twitched at the corners. Sasuke had always called him 'Kashi when others weren't around and he found it adorable how he had a pet name already. Considering the man he actually was, it was no surprise how the younger male hadn't received one of his own. Everyone knew that the ashy haired high-roller could have his moments of playful banter, flakiness and overall laziness, preferring to show up fashionably late for meetings other people threw together instead of sitting through the pains of introductions. Some thought he came off as completely unreliable and chronically tardy. The latter was quite accurate, but the term 'unreliable'?

Never. If there was one person in the world you could trust to keep a secret or someone who could get the job done quickly and efficiently, Hatake Kakashi was your man. He was a force to be reckoned with and one of the reasons he was so renowned in Las Vegas was because of the fact that he was a good friend. He had many companions and even more hook-ups. He had a silent intellect that even his enemies grudgingly admired, seeing as he'd graduated from high school at fifteen. He embodied everything that a scarecrow was, his outer appearance making some wary even frightened at first, though his friends and his current lover, Sasuke knew that he was just a bunch of stuffing and hay underneath. Although his past held great sorrow which had permanently changed him, almost making him bitter and critical of others, it showed him the other side of life as well, making him protect the ones closest with a near animalistic ferocity. If someone injured or threatened his comrades, he would search out and destroy whomever was brave enough to make the attempt. There was also a matter of the man's temper. Kakashi was always calm and aloof- nothing seemed to phase him and for good reason seeing as his history had always been dark and dreary.

His mother had died giving birth to him and later on when he was six, his father Sakumo had committed suicide after loosing his well-paying job. He'd left his son everything and nothing. Kakashi had lived in an orphanage until he was able to attend a boarding school where they wouldn't have to look after him any longer. Years passed and he'd become what he was today. A highly successful winner. Of course he had been employed, but recently he quit his vice-presidency at a business that dealt with casino fraud and illegality to retire and live off his father's large tip. Ironic wasn't it that he was about to commit one of the most heinous crimes he used to catalog and file everyday. "Alright, alright...I`m awake. Geddoff. I have to take a shower and get dressed...And when I get out of the shower, I want a muffin and coffee." A lighthearted chuckle sounded in the near cylindrical bedroom. "Well isn't someone bossy today? Did you want butter on your muffin, my liege?" His query fell on deaf ears as Sasuke slid from the silky sheets, walking stark naked towards Kakashi's closet. Watching him for a moment with a rather amused smirk, the owner of the closet admired the boy one last time before turned fluidly in the direction of the kitchen. He heard with incredibly sharp ears that the shower had come on and he hummed a single bass note to himself as he made his way around the granite counters of his wrap around cuisine, the dark wash of the cupboards almost catching his reflection in their polished surfaces.

Everything in the cooking area and merged living room was a extensive palette of browns, reds, blacks, whites and the occasional blue pillow. Red could've easily been guessed as the suave gentleman's favorite colour since it dominated the rest and it was true. Red was a very passionate colour and it caught the mood no matter what demeanor you had. An enchanting, soothing aroma soon filled the condominium with the strong scent of coffee beans and he inhaled deeply, letting his concentrated look to relax. He leaned against the counter, his arms crossed, a muffin ready to be heated sitting in the microwave. Now all he had to do was wait. They were, as he'd clarified for Sasuke earlier that day, going to be arriving at dusk. "Uh...Anyone home? I'm hereeee!" It was strange that the shout didn't make him jump or even twitch in the slightest and with an exaggeratedly slow motion, he pushed his rear from the counter's top as the familiar voice and face of Uzumaki Naruto filled the room. His presence was his personal form of coffee.

He was always an instant pick-me-up. The young man was light a neon light walking across his living room, making him sway his head slightly at the sharp contrast between the dark, rich, chocolate colours of the walls and the head of spiky blond hair bobbing to the plush couch. Earphones were clamped firmly to his ears, drowning him out immediately as he gave an informal exclamation of 'yo' when he'd made himself comfortable. Letting out a low chuckle, he began to walk over, but paused as a taller, unannounced visitor made his arrival known. Unlike Naruto, this tall, strict man had an air of seriousness and a business like approach, his lean and certainly muscled figure adorned in the classiest suit he'd likely ever witnessed. A smile was coaxed onto his full lips as he tucked his thumbs under the black suspenders holding up his pitch black pants. It was Uchiha Itachi. Should he warn Sasuke before he came out? He hadn't seen his brother in a while; in fact, neither had he. Some oddity had made the silver haired man think that Itachi wouldn't show.

How absurd. Kakashi now harbored no doubt in his mind that the two would show up sice they were already here. It was just like them to be punctual- Naruto seemed eager to see him and Sasuke. The two in the living area were two of his closest friends and his most trusted confidants other than his lover with whom he shared almost everything. 'The two will get along famously.' His thoughts were purely sarcastic as he lifted a hand to his mouth to clear his throat, politely allowing the others realize they weren't alone in the condo. "Welcome." Crossing the room at a steady pace, Kakashi felt a warming smile stretch the bottom half of his flawless face, the skin crinkling gently at the corners of his eyes. He liked showing the world that he was a rather happy man. The millionaire was pleased and showing this clearly in his features he let his lips part, showing a perfect row of pearly white teeth.

"Itachi, Naruto...It's a pleasure to see you both again. And on such short notice too. I admit that I was a little worried you weren't going to show!" He paused, dipping his top half into a shallow bow before continuing, "I just put a pot of coffee on. Can I interest you two in a cup?" He decided to sit in the cushy black leather chair just beside Itachi's arm of the couch, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. A curious look was on his face as he wondered what the boys had been up to, but he blinked his mismatched eyes remembering that Naruto and Itachi weren't acquainted. "Oh, forgive me, Naruto, this is my good friend Uchiha Itachi. Itachi, Uzumaki Naruto." Kakashi leaned back contentedly with a gentle sigh. "It has been too long."

[Erotic Petals]

sasuke is so damn ******** hot. ******** yes he is.

Sasuke took his time as he blow-dried his hair, then straightened his long bangs. He found his gel as he spiked the backs of his hair to utter perfection. If there was one thing that bugged him, it was if he didn`t look good. Being an Uchiha, skin, eyes and hair were the main attractions. Then body. Okay, so body was in there with the other three main attractions. Did that even make sense? Yes? Oh, good, so you are following along. The Uchiha sighed as he looked around. For him to wear a suit, there was no way that was going to happen. He picked up the black dress shirt and tugged it on, buttoning it up from the bottom up, he left three buttons undone, as he tugged the garment away a bit to reveal milky - coloured skin. A smile crossed his peach lips as he slid on some briefs and then some tight, black skinny jeans. He examined himself in the mirror as he frowned and slid the red belt through each loop of the jeans before claiming himself ready, sliding on black and gray striped ankle socks. He knew that his brother would be showing up. He had asked Kakashi who was on the team. Most of the names he recognized. Some he didn`t. He wasn`t too sure about this Hidan guy. Seemed like a lot of trouble. And then Sai. . He had met the other a few times, and didn`t like him upon first meeting him. Wonder why.

He took a deep breath, slowly exhaling. The last time he had seen his brother, had been a few years ago. Sasuke remembered the day well. He had been walking downtown, and had spotted his brother inside a limousine. The glass was tinted well, but not well enough, for Sasuke`s eyes had caught his brothers long hair, and had barely seen his eyes, before the limousine was taking off, the light having turned green.

Needless to say, despite the fact of knowing who was coming, I was excited to see my brother. I was more excited for my muffin and coffee. Especially since he knew that he would have one. Kakashi was kind in that sense. There were some little treats that Sasuke liked, such as a muffin with his coffee whenever he woke up. While he woke up, Kakashi would shower, and then Sasuke would shower. When he came out, a muffin and a coffee would be waiting for him with a note usually beside it. Kakashi used to work as one of the guys that used to target thieves like him. It was so ironic, that they were about to steal a forty-million dollar item, from the same casino that Kakashi used to work for. Irony at its best right there.

Finally deciding that he was ready to go eat his muffin and see his best friend, brother and lover, Sasuke left the bathroom, turning off the fan. He stretched his arms into the air above his head and yawned, before dropping his arms to his side, as he left the bathroom, walked through the bedroom, and finally went into the room that he had been secretly avoiding, despite the way things were going.

What did Sasuke do when he wasn’t stealing with Kakashi? He was a part time model. Not anything big. Some magazine stuff. He modeled clothes. And it worked perfectly. He got tons of money from that as well. Sure, he wasn’t no millionaire like Kakashi, but he made enough to get himself some nice clothes every week. He had some good pocket money, and while he did have his own place, he definitely spent most of his time at Kakashi`s. It was a silent agreement between them. As long as they were gonna be lovers, Sasuke was going to stay at Kakashi`s. Besides, he did some cleaning whenever the cleaning lady didn`t come by.

The raven-haired male looked over his brothers features. His brother was wearing a nice Armani suit. He grinned softly. Of course his brother was wearing a nice suit. An expensive nice suit. And it looked good on him, that was for sure. Sasuke waited until they had connected eyes as he nodded to his elder brother, before looking over at Naruto. “Heh, dobe.” He said with a grin as he came further into room and stood behind Kakashi, leaning down, he slid his arms around the silver-haired males neck as he whispered into the others ear. “Muffin.”

With a grin, Sasuke pulled away and looked around. He crossed his covered arms over his chest as he leaned against the arm of the chair, sort of half-sitting on it, as he had his back to Kakashi, but faced his brother and best friend. He sat closest to Kakashi and Itachi, occasionally watching his brother. He bit his lower lip, trying to find something to say. Sure, he talked to Naruto nearly every day, talked to Kakashi every single day. . The last time he had actually spoken to his brother, had been nearly five years ago, for his eighteenth birthday. And words had been. . . Brief. Itachi had showed up for a half hour, before having to go away on business. Was he expecting that? Yeah, he had been.

“So, are you actually going to be able to stay around this time, Itachi?” He asked softly, a bit of a bite to his words. He was obviously a little pissed that his brother hadn`t really tried to be in his life. There were just a few little things that still bit at him. Cold onyx hues narrowed slightly as he watched his brother. While he admired him in many different aspects, he did have a few problems with his brother. He didn`t care if the other had to go out on business. Wasn`t their relationship as brothers more important? It wasn’t like they had any other family. It was just the two of them.

[u has aids]

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An arm that belonged to a male was currently sneaking it’s way across a body that was snuggled against him in a slumber. They were both in a messy bed, that stood in a room that no doubt was owned by a female. It wasn’t the fact that the walls are pink or anything like that, the walls actually were a simple really light purple color, but the closet that was open and only had female clothing in it gave that away. The male stirred in his sleep, a yawn forcing its way past its owners lips. Eyelids slowly lifted, revealing a pair of weird pupil shaped eyes. They had a hint of dog like eyes to it, seeing as they are slits, but it actually really fit the male. It was something unique that lured people into getting to know him, or either be make a bee-line around him. When those eyes caught sight of the female close up to him, his lips turned into a sloppy grin, showing off his canine like teeth. Teeth that perfectly matched with his eyes. Those teeth were one off the things people loved him for using it under the covers. Like last night for example.

The brunette male let his arm that was draped over the female run slowly and softly trough her hair, not wanting to weak the sleeping beauty up. She was one off those typical blond gorgeous woman that you see every now and then. When she would open her eyes, you could see her eyes were hazelnut colored instead of any shade of blue though. But it didn’t take away her beauty. When the hand had reached the top off the females head, he gently pushed away the hair that was over her forehead before leaning down and placing a butterfly kiss on her temple. As he pulled away his eyes caught sight off the alarm clock that was beside the bed, before they traveled back down to look at the female in his arms. It took him a bit to grasp it, but he got it when his eyes suddenly widened. He had to be somewhere, and he was going to be late, if he didn’t leave. Or he already was late, he didn’t exactly know. All that he did know was that he had to leave.

He rose up to fast from the bed, and was a little bit to harsh with standing up. The female had woken from her slumber and was lazily rubbing the sleep out off her eyes as the body that was keeping her warm wasn’t there anymore. Instead, that body was moving around the room to collect his clothing together while hastily putting it on when he got them picked off from the ground. A frown slowly formed on the blond haired female on the bed as she pushed herself in a sitting position, the sheet falling from her middle to her hips, revealing the top off her naked body. She parted her lips to speak up to the male that was still walking around wile dressing himself.

“.. Kiba ? What are you doing ?”

The brunette stopped in his actions pulling the shirt over his head, leaving him standing with his shirt only just pulled over his head, and his pants hanging on his hips as the belt wasn’t fastened yet, and the zipper and button were still open. A sigh escaped past his lips as he completely pulled his shirt over his head. Kiba walked over towards the bed and sat at the left side off the female. He cupped her cheek in one hand, and pulled her closer to give a small peck on her lips.

“’am sorry babe, but I have to go.”

He visibly could see her eyes soften, and her face fell a little. She probably was one off those people that though the other would stay for another few days, weeks, who knew. But Kiba had told her yesterday that this was a one time thing. Kiba wasn’t the person to crawl back to the laps off his one night stands. He didn’t even remember the name off the girl he was currently in the same room with, so it showed that he really didn’t have much interest in her beside the night they had spent together. Even though she gave him a good night, he would probably forget about that soon. He got up from the bed again and pulled up the zipper off his pants, buttoned up, and fastened his belt. But before he could walk out off the room without saying another word, the female spoke up again. “You will call me, right ?” when she got no answer from him directly, she parted her lips again. “.. Kiba ? You will right ?” The male put on a smirk when he turned his head to look over his shoulder.

“Of course I will.”

And then he walked out off her sight, into the little living room off her apartment. He grabbed up the rest off his items like his cellphone, keys, wallet, and his jacket. He pulled the leather jacket over the red shirt that he was wearing, and pocketed his items in his pockets. After finding both his shoes still in the hallway, he put them on, and did one last check to see if he brought everything. When he was sure he did, he opened the front door to walk out, only to be stopped by that voice again. “You sure you don’t want breakfast ? I could make you something …” the female now stood a mere meter behind him, holding up the sheets to protect her body from the cold air that was in her apartment currently. Kiba hated clingy persons like these, but then again, he found it utterly adorable when someone cared about him like this. He turned around once again, and closed the gap between them. One off her hands went up to place itself gently on one off his red triangle tattooed cheek. He placed his own hand over hers, to force it away from his face. “I’m sorry, but I really have to go, I’ll call you, don’t worry.” Lair. He was just giving the female false hope. But it didn’t matter, he would probably not see her again anyways. Beside, she lives in vegas, she probably must know that other people don’t come here to actually find a relationship.

He made sure to just walk out off her apartment then, and closed the door behind him. He took his sunglasses that he had hung on his shirt, and put them on. A hand went trough his unkept, wild looking hair while he walked down the hall off the apartment, only to take the stairs to go 5 stories down, instead off taking the elevator. Going down the stairs wasn’t tiring anyways, and the elevator was to slow for his liking. And he hated to hear that damned elevator music. Once he got outside, he started to make his way towards the building he was suppose to be at already. He was going to be casually late then. He luckily didn’t need to worry about Akamaru for the time being. He was a reason why he went out last night anyways. Akamaru had fallen ill, so he was at his sisters vet clinic for the time being, as he couldn’t take care off his sick dog at this time.

Kiba suddenly licked his lips with his tongue, as the outside air was making his lips feel dry. He wasn’t a fan off chapped lips really. He took a left turn, and put his hands in his baggy jeans pockets, letting his eyes roam the crowd for the time being. He would grin or smirk sometimes, when he caught someone staring at him. Kiba wasn’t shy to flash what he got. He has a perfect golden sun kissed tan, and a perfect stomach to match. He was very proud off his six pack from his regular visits to the gym, so he wouldn’t care to show it off with wearing a shirt that wasn’t loose, but wasn’t tight either. Just good enough to show you that his stomach was something you would like to run your hands over. He luckily didn’t have scrawny legs, but just good enough to fit with his body shape. His arms did prove also that he isn’t a person that lays around all day to watch TV.

When he finally arrived at the building he was suppose to be at, he got the keys from his pocket, and opened the door. Sadly, he did have to take the elevator this time, but then again, he didn’t feel like taking the stairs anyways. He entered the elevator, being greeted by one off those annoying typical elevator tunes, and pressed the right button. Kiba let a grunt come pass his lips as he waited for the elevator to stop and open the doors. On his way here he had had enough time to think about what kind off people he was going to work with this time. He always liked to meet new people, but sometimes they were hard for him to get a long with. Giving his personality. The male was relieved when the doors finally opened, and revealed to him the room he was suppose to be at.

He already saw four figures in the condo. Of course, he recognized Kakashi right away. The man was hard to miss with his absurd, yet strangely attractive hair. The kind you just wanted to run your hand trough all day. Well his hair wasn’t off importance. The other figure he recognized was that off Sasuke. He didn’t know him that well really, but he did meet him before, seeing as he was by Kakashi’s side a lot actually. A smirk formed on his face, as he didn’t really grasp who the other two are. “Oi. Hope ‘am not late or anythin’ ” He walked over to where the other were seated and let himself sit comfortably on the matching chair. Now he just hoped he didn’t reek or any off the sort. Seeing as he didn’t take a shower before he came, and he certainly did something last night that gave off a certain sense off smell.

Maybe he should have taken one anyways, without caring for being later ?

[xhime - lemon drop]

"Hn. . ."

Itachi replied after noticing Hatake Kakashi in the room. He thought he would feel something when seeing the older man again, but there was nothing. At not a feeling that he couldn't easily pin point. Not that he was expecting much, happiness? Possibly after not seeing the white haired man in a good five years. Although happiness wasn't exactly apart of his character build up. He hadn't felt happiness in many, many years, now that he thought about it, he couldn't remember ever feeling that emotion. The blacked haired male leaned back even further into the couch as he watched Kakashi take his seat next to him in the arm chair. Which he dumbly failed to notice and cursed himself for having to sit next to the blond boy. Observing came naturally to Itachi, he did it often which was probably why he was good at his job. He observed Kakashi, how he had changed, nada. He hasn't changed. The same hair, the same colored skin, the same eyes as he could remember. It had been five years and it looks as if he hadn't changed at all. Itachi narrowed his eyes, fixating him on the high ceiling, listening to the sound of Hatake's voice. He didn't say a word.

As Kakashi managed to dish out an introduction for himself and the blond, he wasn't all to interested in learning the names of the people we was going to be working with. Kakashi and Sasuke were the only two he knew and he was planning on keeping it that way. Besides he wasn't exactly making arrangement to stick around for to long. There was suppose to be a big job coming down in Italy sometime soon and he wanted to be there for that one. Glancing down to the said Uzumaki Naruto, he sucked his teeth irritably. He looked like a damn boy. Almost to young to be doing this sort of thing. Although appearance and age have fooled him before who is he to judge someone by their appearance. Even he himself looked older than his actually age. It's always been that way. It had been useful for him when he was younger, before he was of age. He always looked older, so he managed to get into to anything. That only got him so far before it back fired on him. He learned his lesson. For all he knows the boy was most certainly older than he looks. Possibly Sasuke age, but he didn't even know what Sasuke looked like at the moment. A brief meeting five years ago can tell you nothing.

"It has been too long."

Itachi leaned forward to that, bracing his forearms against his thighs. Eyes drowned out as he watched the floor, his hair fell around his face like a curtain, much to his annoyance. He peaked over and acknowledged the white haired male. "Indeed . . . " He finally muttered a word, before turning his attention back to the floor. Surely the older male must know that he wasn't the type of person to strike up a conversation. He was the kind of person who sat back and listened, gathering in the surrounding and the persons voice. He can usually tell how someone is feeling by the why they speak. Even if they try to cover it up with false emotions. He can blankly tell if you are lying or not. A gift? Maybe. Or not, it was just something he's able to do. Almost always he is completely right and when he questions the person. They break. Which turns out to be more easier for him when they happens. But sometimes he gets a bunch of hard - asses. Much to his dismay. That means work.

"Heh, dobe."

At the sound of that voice, Itachi picked up his head. Catching his little brothers figure as he watch past and around to Kakashi. As he walked, his body straightened and once again he found himself leaning back against the couch. He fought the urge to roll his eyes when Sasuke's arms snaked around Kakashi neck. That was in fact the last thing he wanted to see. Turning his head to focus on something else that didn't make him want to throw up his food that he so delicately put together before he came here. So he wasn't all to thrilled with the whole Kakashi and Sasuke scene. Kakashi was nine years older than him, but he would guess that both of them would say that love holds no age or gender. Something like that. But it bugged him more than he would like it too. Just as long as Kakashi took care of him, then Itachi would keep his mouth sealed and shut. But the moment that changes he'll be all over Kakashi a**. Until it hurts. Thank you for good hearing, he for a moment heard the word muffin and silently wished he hadn't because he was beyond confused. Muffin? What the hell is muffin suppose to mean anyways, he scolded mentally. He hated hearing things that made no sense to him at all. Was it some kind of pet name? Intensely he wished he could recall that though because sadly he wanted to hurl again. So he's having one of his inner battles, who doesn't. It's a secret personality.

Sasuke's next question towards him caught him off guard and he froze. It was unexpected and he didn't want to answer it. He assumed the younger boy was use to him being away and gone for long periods of time, why should he ask such a question anyways. Was he sticking around? His thoughts instantly capture the sights of Italy and decided that no, he wouldn't stay. Why should he, he didn't have anything here that was tying him down. No reason for him not to explore the world and maybe he'll steal some stuff while he was out. Completely thinking sarcastically, he turned his face back to the younger Uchiha. A slight, almost non-existing smirk adored his pale face. "Perhaps, if something catches my interests." Liar. Of course he was, what gives him the right to give his brother or Kakashi of that matter false hopes, if Kakashi cared that is. He wasn't going to be the bearer of bad news, when in fact he was the bad news.

Itachi almost regretted looking up when a new voice entered the room. The rough looking man he had ever seen. He wasn't impressed with his lack of taste, noticing his non - professional look. What kind of people did Kakashi hire? For the first he thought about that, when he saw this man. He looked like a dog that just had a rough night. His brow twitched, surely Kakashi must be joking. Of all people. "Tch." He looked away almost harshly and was surprised that he didn't crack his neck or something.

"Kakashi, you can't be serious . . . "

[xhime - lemon drop]

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_____________________________________i've been R O A M I N G around always looking down.

Some would call him an addict, but he would disagree. He was just highly sensitive to somethings and it required alot of attention from him. But no, he was no addict. Addicts were disgusting and disturbing people to be around. They were very clingy and they tend to have aggressive personalities. Those kind of people, he liked to stay away from. So what if he had to have seven cups of coffee a day. He liked the rush, the smell of the beans as they roasted or brewed. Sometimes he would sit at the counter in the morning and listen to the way the coffee pot churned. He tends to get all giddy at the sound of the first drop that plopped into the glass pot. That doesn't make him an addict, does it? People get excited to get their favourite candies, so consider this his favorite drink. He was actually glad that he didn't want any children. His father and him had come to the conclusion that they would probably be hyper kids, ya know the kind that actually jump off the walls. If that were possible. It was pretty surprising that this man was able to sleep most of the day after having cups of coffee one after another. On another note, he`s pretty much tired all the time. Caffeine can back fire on you after all, not that he`s complaining, he enjoys sleeping. Prefers it actually. You would rather see him taking a nap than working on operation plans. In reality he doesn`t even write those plans down, they`re all in his head. Which means you`ll probably have to sit down and listen intently because you ain`t gettin` instructions.

" triple shot . . . " He finished the rest of his order, a long line started behind him. He moved over to the side to allow the others to take their order. Despite them being in the city of Las Vegas, they were certainly short of one Starbucks. He placed his wallet into the back of his dress pants. Yes, he was very classy looking and people were staring not that he minded. This was Vegas, may people dressed like this he just didn't know why they were so surprised. Unbuttoning the top two buttons of his slate gray dress shirt, allowing the black tie to hang around his neck for the time being. The air was thick with the sweet aroma of coffee, you could get high in here if possible actually he was starting to get a bit light headed. Starbucks was his favourite American coffee shop. Hard to think he was on a budget and yet the workers here know him by name. It was shameful really, but this was the only shop that was walking distances as far as he knew. If there was another, he would be there in a heartbeat maybe even make up a schedule for which one he would go to for each other day. " Ne , Nara ! You're order is up. " A female voice called and he walked over to the far corner to the exit door where they handed the finished cups. He gladly took the heated thick paper cut and made his way to the door. Why he didn't get something cold on a hot day was beyond him.

Walking out of the large shop and through the spinning doors he was met with the humid air of a night in Vegas. Looking up he was met with bright lights and large buildings. Not much different can be said for Japan. Except here, you can get money without having to shoot someone. With a very aggravated expression covering his face, he undid another button of his shirt and reached down into his pocket pulling a worn and torn piece of ripped paper. It was a letter, he had ripped off the address and left the message back at the small apartment he was currently renting in spite of the job. A bored expression replaced the aggravated one as he look back up once again after studying the names and numbers of the address. He put the piece of paper in the first trashcan he saw when he began walking. It was a good thing he could easily memorize things. If he couldn`t why bother calling him a genius. After a short walk and few minutes to allow his savory coffee to cool down he took a chance and took a sip. Years with coffee he built a tolerance to the heat that came with it. He learned his lesson many times, not being able to taste food for days due to burnt taste buds. That had to be the worst feeling there possibly was.

From time to time he would look up at the street signs to see if he was heading in the right direction. It was to bad that he didn't have a car and getting a taxi in this area was rather troublesome. So a nice walk in this heat could be a bit unbearable at the moment. It was a good thing that he forgot his jacket at his apartment and he brought an extra shirt with him. His hand gripped absentmindedly to check if his bag was still in his possession. He had a quite annoying tendency to forget were he put his things. Shikamaru sighed with annoyance when he noticed the mileage till his destination. Maybe he should have caught a taxi, though the other problem would be that he just spent the last of his cash on his coffee. He really did wish that the taxi companies will grow enough sense to put a credit card machine in the taxi`s soon. It really was a bother when the only money you had was your card. He was almost given in to his sore feet and his burning hand but decided against and continued on instead. Only two and a half more miles till he reached the living area of Hatake Kakashi. " God dammit . " He cursed. He would certainly have to find the man or women who invented sweat resistance DO. For they were the real geniuses.

So he was pretty much late. Hopefully they didn`t take that against him, after all he doesn`t have a car like the rest of him and he does live a good three too four miles away from here. He mentally cursed as he changed his shirt in the bathroom he found down in the lobby. Once again a gray dress shirt only a lighter shade, he left the first three buttons undone and the tie was loose and hung unevenly around his next. They wouldn`t dare press his appearance, it may be a bit rough, but this was a very experience French suit without the jacket. His suspenders laid down on his sides as he folded and pressed the dirty shirt into his bag. Picking up his cup of coffee he headed back out of the bathroom. Fresh and clean he thanked the busboy and headed to the elevator, with a swift use of the key before putting that back into his bag as well. The ride was long and thanked the heavens that there was none of that crappy excuse of music ringing in his ears. When the elevator stopped moving, he could hear voices before the doors had even opened. Oh man, he was really late. Curse his luck of not having any money. He scratched the back of his neck with his leather bag hanging from his thumb. An excuse . . .

It dinged and he stepped out. Greeting the bodies of five. Two he knew, that was it and wasn`t exactly impressed with who was there. The angry looking man on the couch looked reasonable and he quite liked what he was wearing. He didn`t seem to impressed with them as well. He noticed when he halted next to the rough looking man, who was dressed in the casual clothing. He looked like a dog. Shikamaru noted. Speaking up when everyone stopped talking.

" I tried to come up with an excuse of my being late. I had no money. Simple. "

Deciding to tell the truth, he lifted his almost empty and now cold coffee to his lips and drained the rest of it.

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[LEETEUK xx]

A sigh escaped the raven haired male's lips as he locked the door behind him and started to make his way down the somewhat busy sidewalk. He tired to reason out why he agreed to become part such a big scheme to get money - let alone part of a team, meaning he had to work with other people. Sai sighed again as he shoved his hands into his pocket and turned the corner. He still couldn't get over that fact that he had agreed and why. Why in the world would Sai voluntarily agree to something that involved other people. I mean don't get me wrong - its not that Sai hated people, it just people didn't understand and hated him. Well it wasn't his fault...it was all thanks to his step-father Danzo, a man with only one eye. He had lost his eye due an accident at school when he was younger. So he had decided that it was better for Sai's health and his education to be home schooled, saying it would further his knowledge and keep him from getting distracted. Of course Sai would have objected against that but he was too young and didn't know that he would have to face the consequences further down the road. That and Sai never figured out why his mother had to decided to marry a man so much older then him - well now he would never since his mother passed away 6 years ago.

A car honked, snapping him back to the present. Sai looked in the direction of the sound and noticed that he was standing in the middle of the road. Instead of rushing across the street like a normal people would, Sai just slowly, at his own pace started to make his way across the street. All the time he was doing that a stream of honking filled the air along with the driver yelling cruse words at him. Of course being Sai, he didn't feel the least bit threatened by the driver's words or the honking. In fact he could barely feel anything....yep, that was the wanted result of his step father. He wanted to have a 'son' that would obey his ever command, loyal down to the last molecule and a 'son' that would have no fear - and Sai was. He couldn't remember the last time he had smiled or laughed at a joke...no that was too long ago, way too long ago.

Sai winced as his felt the memories of his past creeping back, trying to resurface and remind Sai of what he was - what he could have been if it weren't for his step father or the death of his best friend. Sai shook his head attempting to get rid of thoughts that were creeping into his mind like an unwanted salesman who wouldn't stop until you bought what ever he was selling. Sai tried without luck and sighed as he turned another corner. He quickly fished out his MP3 and put on his headphone, blasting the music. Although Sai had lacked a lot throughout his life despite the fact he was from a very well off family, music was something he could always count on. Something that kept him sane and away from people. People never seemed to understand him - or better yet try to understand him and Sai had decided long ago that it was just pointless to wait for them to understand. He was way beyond their understanding and would never be understood, so what was the point of waiting around only to be hated for being different. Yep, as much as society liked to brag about their newest technology and how they had evolved, the true was they hadn't. They still were where they had started - afraid of people that were different from them...well that's what Sai thought.

Sai's stomach growled causing his thought to disperse. If any other person was in Sai's place they would have blushed, causing their whole face turn a bright red, but Sai did no such thing. Even when some people turned and gave him a funny look, Sai didn't take notice and quite frankly Sai was past caring by this time. After so many years of suffering the same thing over and over again Sai just learned to live with it and simply ignore it. So without skipping a beat Sai made his way into the next food store he stopped and decided to grab a bite to eat before he went...that is if he did end up going. Which brought him back to his original question - why had he agreed to this in the first place? Was it because Kakashi gave him the feeling of being needed and belonging? Or the fact that someone had actually come up to him and told him they wanted him to be part of their 'team'? Well whatever it was it gave Sai made experience something he never knew he could feel - belonging. It didn't matter that he had asked Sai to join in doing something illegal and that matter was he thought belonged on the 'team' - whatever the 'team' was.

"That will be $10.00" said a girl's voice, piercing through Sai's thoughts, once again bringing him back to reality. He quickly took out his wallet, paid and took the bag without pausing to mutter a small thank you, besides the girl was ugly (no need to be nice to ugly people, right?). Well what ever the reason Sai didn't seem the need to act all friendly towards someone that he barely knew. Heck, he couldn't understand how other people could do that in the first place let alone mutter 'Hi's' to stranger walking down the street. He had seen it many times, people saying hi to each other but the instant someone different showed up they were completely ignored. If Sai could have laughed then, he would have. It was surprisingly funny how ironic everything was. The human race was a big joke - the biggest hypocrites to walk the earth.

Sai sighed as he found himself getting lost in his thoughts again. Sure Sai always was thinking about things, heck with as much time as he had on his hands he spent almost everyday thinking,,,,but for some reason his thoughts today felt different. He felt himself zoning out and getting completely lost in them - something that rarely happened. In fact Sai was probably the best person at multitasking. He could do so many different things at once and not get overwhelmed but yet here he was getting overwhelmed with just his thoughts. Another sigh escaped Sai's lips as he decided it was high he got to where he need to be. Or he might find himself in the hospital if he kept getting lost in his thoughts like that. Now the only question that was left - where did Kakashi live? Like on cue Sai felt his pocket vibrate and took out his cellphone. That was the part that confused Sai, even though Sai had money - heck he was from a very well off family - he still agreed to help Kakashi. Sai shook his head getting rid of his thoughts and turned his attention back to his cellphone. He flipped it out and noticed he had programmed a little reminder of where Kakashi lived into it, like he knew he was going to forgot. He quickly read over the direction before pocketing his phone and it wasn't until his stomach growled that Sai realized he was still carrying a bag of food.

Not wanting to waste anymore time Sai decided to walk and eat and beside he would be burning the calories at the same time - not that he cared, it was just a plus. With that Sai opened the bag and almost stopped in his tracks when he noticed what was inside - a bunch of bananas. Sai sighed once again as he reached in and took out a banana. I guess I was deeper in thought that I realized... he said to himself as he unpeeled the banana and took a bite, continuing on his way to Kakashi's.

Before he knew it Sai found himself standing in front of the elevator that was suppose to take him up to Kakashi's. For some odd reason Sai couldn't bring himself to press the button, instead he found himself standing there staring at the doors well biting on his banana. After a few minutes passed Sai finally pressed the button, got in and waited for it to arrive at Kakashi's place. Luckily it didn't give Sai enough time to change his mind because it quickly open, bringing Kakashi's apartment in view. Sai sighed as he unpeeled other banana and stepped out. He scanned his surrounding and found that people had already started to gather and everyone was chatting. So without delaying any longer Sai made his way over to the table and quietly took his seat without muttered a 'Hello' or any other greeting. Instead he continued to eat his banana as he took in the people around the table. There was Kakashi and the boy that seemed to cling to Kakashi like a dog on a leash. What was his name again....? Sai asked himself as he unpeeled yet another banana and made a mental note to keep his name in mind next time he heard it.

Sai didn't bother to try to name the other people because he simply didn't know them. All he knew was they were definitely not the people he'd hang out with - that if he ever hangout with anyone. Quite frankly they seemed a bit too strange for Sai's likely and that was saying something. This new 'team' was going to take a lot of getting used to....


|| OOC;; Sorry for the huge a** delay. I got a huge writer block >3>' So sorry if this is totally crap Dx Pretty it up later. ||

[frutacitrica]

Kakashi's welcoming smile never faltered even as the familiar pale arms slid around his neck and a pair of lips forming a word in his sensitive ear. It didn't have to be loud- less than a whisper would've done the trick considering that his hearing was more like a cat's than a human's. His eyes slid to look at what parts of the boy's face he could see and he tilted his chin ever so slightly to peer up at him with a half-lidded gaze. Saying nothing, he gave a courteous nod to the room of guests before sliding gracefully out of his leather chair positioned at the head of the assembly and made his way into the kitchen. He pressed the pre-programmed button on the microwave and twenty seconds ticked by, melting the small amount of butter into the muffin at the perfect temperature. The tall young man plucked the brewed coffee from the machine, placed the muffin on a small plate, set it all on a platter and returned to his guests quickly, cups in hand. "Matters are better discussed over a cup of coffee, wouldn't you say? French roast." He set the platter down and perched at the edge of the leather chair once more, reaching forward to pour Sasuke- who was sitting on the arm of his seat- some before offering it to anyone else.

Kakashi had smelled the newest guest before he'd heard him, but it wasn't a very offensive scent. Sure it was like a mix between sweat, dog and sex, but it wasn't entirely repulsive. Rather, it seemed to fit the ragged looking young man. He wasn't dressed for the occasion, but Inuzuka, Kiba could pull off an attire and manage to look handsome in it. The ashen haired host set the pot of coffee down and turned at his voice. "Oi. Hope 'am not late or anythin'." The older man stood in order to greet him, but the boy had seated himself in the matching armchair across from him before he could manage. Another smile would do the trick...Although his cheeks were getting sore. Anyone who knew Kakashi knew that he didn't smile all that often and preferred a kind of relaxed, blank expression opposed to a happier grin. "Not at all, Kiba, welcome to our home." At the word 'our', the Hatake reached up and set a hand on Sasuke's back, though retracting it a moment later to close around the coffee pot once more. It was his turn to have some coffee- he hadn't had one yet which was probably why he wasn't as relaxed as he could be. Taking the mug in his hands and lifting it, he took in the aroma of the brew before sighing heavily, closing his aching left eye. It still pained him a little to keep it open all of the time.

"Kakashi, you can't be serious..." He'd trained himself to keep one eye closed while the other could look whichever way it pleased without the slightest crease, distortion of the face or the wrinkles that would accompany it, so when his right eye landed on Itachi, his left stayed lightly closed. Itachi was a serious, professional man. Working with someone like Kiba was not his style, nor his preference. In fact, he would've rather worked solo without anyone else to get in his way, but he did it for Kakashi the ashy haired millionaire presumed. Kakashi was very thankful for this, but still hired the boy across from him even though he might have been a little too wild for the raven's liking. Why? "Oh, yes Itachi. In fact, Kiba here is quite the bartender." It was all about teamwork with him- it was no wonder Itachi was expecting something a little more...Suave. But the man with the money was intelligent- almost as smart as their genius Shikamaru who was to arrive shortly- and every little thing he did was a part of his master ploy. He turned from the well-dressed thief only to turn back around when he heard his other guest had arrived.

Speak of the devil. Nara, Shikamaru walked over to the side of the couch looking dashing in a gray suit that smelled of cigarettes. So he hadn't quit. "I tried to come up with an excuse of my being late. I had no money. Simple." "Nonsense, you're right on time according to my schedule." It was true- usually it was the millionaire that showed up fashionably ( extremely ) late for things, so he finished his sentence with a knowing smile. He motioned with an upward facing palm to the extra chairs he had set up. There were two three person couches and two armchairs, but he'd added a couple of dining room chairs just in case his company preferred a seat alone. "Please have a seat. We're missing two more people, but once they arrive, I can finally brief you all on why I dragged you here so suddenly." His drawling voice filled the crowding living room. Kakashi supposed that he now had time to settle down in his very comfortable chair. Taking a swig of the delicious roast he still had in his hands.

The soft metallic sound could be heard in the silence, but Kakashi merely tilted his head to peer around Sasuke's back at the new visitor who had entered without a greeting. He was looking over everyone, scrutinizing and memorizing their faces. He'd known it was not Hidan- everyone would be alerted to his presence immediately. Not everyone would enjoy the religious man's company, but...He would make a very suitable distraction while his hand of trump cards were being played. "Sai! I barely heard you come in, would you like a cup of coffee? Please, have a seat, it's great to see you again." Kakashi chirped. It would be a long meeting. He hoped Hidan would arrive shortly so no one got impatient. He would have to strike up a casual conversation. "So...How is everyone? I would love to know the kinds of jobs you all do, I know I am not missing employment one bit." It was not meant to be a brag, but the way he'd said it wouldn't have seemed like that was his goal anyway. He leaned forward in his chair, sincerely interested in what his good friends were doing with their lives.

( OOC ) Mine is so sloppy, forgive me. You have great posts, do not doubt it one bit!

[Erotic Petals]

sasuke is so damn ******** hot. ******** yes he is.

He would be lying if he expected that his brother was here because of him. Itachi was probably here because Kakashi had asked him to be. Despite the elder Uchiha being great at what he did, Sasuke found it difficult to truly trust him. The man was suave, and sophisticated. Everything that Sasuke wanted to be, but he certainly wasn’t. While Sasuke was sophisticated, most of the time he was rather lazy, a bit of a tease to Kakashi-- but he made up for it in bed. Oh god did he ever.

Sasuke had thoughts about everyone in this room currently, and then the few that weren’t yet in the room. His dark onyx hues looked over each figure separately, his mind working over his thoughts, and about how these people were supposed to work together.

It was right about then that Kiba Inuzuka joined them. The male was the same age as him, and was the type of guy that had sex every night. Sasuke didn’t know for sure, but it was obvious with that ego and personality. Everyone had their own ego, but Kiba’s was more personality than anything. Sasuke had worked with him once before. The guy was good with his drinks. An insider. A very important job. They had two insiders, just in case something happened to the other one. Kiba, and Sai.

When Kakashi's hand pressed against his back, he glanced over at the male and gave a small, knowing smirk, shutting his eyes and slowly opening them as the hand disappeared, and he looked back towards Kiba, Naruto and Itachi.

Listening to his brothers comment shortly before Kiba made his way into the room, made him narrow his eyes further, as he contemplated talking to Kakashi about his choice of people, before deciding otherwise that the millionaire knew what he was doing. “You give people false hope a lot, Itachi. I wouldn’t be surprised if you did leave.” He muttered coldly. There was a bit of tension between his brother and him, because of the past. He was about to say something else, when another guest entered. Shikamaru Nara. The genius. The brains of this entire plan.

He was sure that Kakashi and Shikamaru had gone over the plans before. . Gotten up a rough draft. Now, would be when everything came together. When plans would be more accurate. When they’d all go over their specific plans. When the money started to roll in. He grinned at Shikamaru`s entrance into the large, spacious apartment. It was a penthouse, really. Top floor of a rather high building. Kakashi had picked a perfect spot so that he could rise with the sun every morning, or some stupid thing like that. While Sasuke was an Uchiha, sunrises weren’t really his thing. He slept a lot during the day so that he could keep Kakashi happy at night.

And then their blackjack dealer showed up, eating a banana. The guy that looked so much like himself, Sasuke wondered if the guy was a fan of his. Doubtful. Maybe he didn’t even try-- But the guy tried to have emotions that he seriously lacked. Sasuke smiled slightly as Sai Kusazoushi joined them. No words came from the onyx-haired dealer, and Sasuke didn’t say much to anyone. They were just all part of the game. There was nothing else that they were required for, except to follow orders, to do as they were told, and to take their share and move on.

When Kakashi offered coffee to the team, he glanced around. Hidan was still missing. The disturbance. The s**t-hits-the-fan guy. The distraction that would help them along if necessary. Given the coffee, he took a sip of it and nearly shuddered at how incredibly delicious it was. It sent a shiver down his spine, and he set it on the small table beside the chair, taking his muffin and pulling the top off of it, as he took a delicate bite of it, butter resting on his lips, he pulled the food away and brought it down to his lap, keeping it in his hands, as he slowly licked his lips. The lips that had tasted Kakashi so many times.

“So...How is everyone? I would love to know the kinds of jobs you all do, I know I am not missing employment one bit.” Kakashi’s words made him grin. He knew the question wasn’t directed to him, so he brought the top half of the muffin back up to his lips and took another bite into the delicious food item, finally starting to fully awaken, as he set the half he wasn’t eating on the table beside his coffee, his free arm slowly slid around Kakashi’s shoulders, his hand resting on the furthest shoulder from him.

“Kakashi. .” He murmured, leaning down to whisper in the others ear again. “Perhaps we should start without Hidan, and just call him later? He’s already ten minutes late. .” He breathed softly into the ashen-haired males ear, looking out to the rest of the group from the corner of his onyx eyes, to see if they even cared what he was saying to Kakashi. Doubtful, but you never knew, did you?

Sasuke certainly had opinions about everyone in this room. He knew he’d stay much closer to Kakashi than normally, while in his brothers presence. He never knew what his elder brother was thinking, and him and Kakashi had been an item a few years ago. Even though Sasuke had been told countless times that Kakashi was over Itachi, and that he enjoyed his company, Sasuke could never get it out of his mind that just maybe even if Kakashi had moved on, that his brother hadn’t.

And the young Uchiha knew that if Itachi wanted something, he got it. He was suave, and professional at the same time, doing what he did best. Luring people in and convincing them that whatever he wanted to do, was what should be done. A dangerous person indeed, and nearly impossible to find if he didn’t want to be.

Was he here for an alternative reason? Sasuke was slightly paranoid as to why Itachi was even here at all. It annoyed him to no reason, but he kept a calm façade up.