Warnings: AU, prostitution, willing non-con (inexplicit but lime rated), angst, HUGE OOC (though the main characters will try to stay the same), violence, romance, curse words, blood and gore.
Sequel to Life’s A Bunch Of… Please read that one first, as it starts off the series as a short prequel, though if you want to, you really don’t have to. But if you don’t, this story might come off as a bit confusing. Just hang in there, ‘kay?
Link for Life’s A Bunch Of…: LINK
Pairing: SasuNaru, NejiGaa, KibaHina. More later.
Beta: Fooly! (-huggles-)
DISCLAIMER: Oh, Kami-sama, please lend me your powers so that I might convince the author of Naruto to give in to demands of ownage! Yeah…that’s never gonna happen.
Chapter One; Serial Killer?!
“Young Master, would you like today’s headlines?”
The words spoken from an elderly butler caused Sasuke to be torn from his deep musings. He gave a slight frown at the other but soon gave up.
“Sure.” The black-haired man watched with clear eyes as the black-clad man walked over to the stairway where there was a table and bent down to retrieve the paper. He gave it to Sasuke with kind eyes while Sasuke realized something. “Sarutobi, I thought I told you not to call me ‘Young Master.’”
He took the paper as the old man blinked. “It’s against code to call-”
“Sasuke.” The multibillionaire said firmly, looking at the butler with something akin to exasperation. “My name is Sasuke.” The butler opened his mouth to refuse the ‘generous’ offer, but was silenced by a scathing glare from the young Uchiha. Sasuke pursed his lips in slight annoyance and raised an eyebrow at the old man, daring him to refuse. The butler sighed and accepted the inevitable fate, chuckling slightly as he shook his head.
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That old geezer had been in his family for generations, before his parents even came into the world. It was…mind boggling to know someone that old. Not to mention how shocking it was to see that same old man lift up a trillion pound car when it ran through the gates and throw it outside. Sarutobi had been serving the Uchiha’s for years, and was still loyal to the last three family members, Sasuke, Itachi and Kakashi even after the mysterious massacre. He did everything from dusting the huge library to mopping the kitchen after the dinner.
Itachi. Sasuke rolled to familiar name around in his mind sadly. Ten years had passed and still there was no word about his older brother. He remembered all of those times when Itachi stood up to their parents for him, allowing Sasuke to have a few more privileges than he would have had. The genius of the family and the only family member to treat Sasuke like he was human, Itachi had gone missing after the massacre. He had fought off the assassin with one of the swords from the hallway and gave chase with his normally cold eyes blazing with anger. Then all traces of him had vanished. Sasuke had to admit, he missed his brother but always had to push off that certain loneliness because it would only distract him.
But that same loneliness had been the reason for all the searches even after a decade passed. He pushed his family’s personal detectives and police force to watch for any clues as to Itachi being alive. For all Sasuke knew, the kidnapper could have killed Itachi all those years ago, or Itachi could be alive but tormented with anguish and pain. Whenever Sasuke thought of his elder brother being treated like a prisoner… Well, his blood boiled for evidence and vengeance when the time came. No one was allowed to cause his brother misery, except for himself and maybe Naruto.
He crossed his legs with a sigh, opening the newspaper as he thought of his blond friend. It had been a month since he had seen that blond idiot, and he found himself missing his best friend more than he ever had.
His musings were once again interrupted by the headline on the newspaper. He stared at it in disbelief.
‘SERIAL KILLER ON THE RUN!’
His breath shortened as he skimmed the article, looking for the key words in the editorial. “In recent times…suspected male serial killer…roams for male prostitutes…with connections of blonde hair and blue eyes…chops victims up by limbs by starting with the fingers…before they die…torture…also by shredding skin and pulling nails…only one survivor so far…” His pupils dilated in shock, his eyebrows rising in disbelief. He snapped out his phone and dialed for his company’s police squad.
“This is
He wanted an explanation, and he wouldn’t wait.
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Chapter Two
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