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Lost Hopes ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~
Part I - Two lives
Chapter 8 - Debt
Sasuke
bathed after the end of your workout went into the kitchen to prepare their dinner. It was after ten o'clock, so do not expect any visitors. Therefore, there dressed in nothing but themselves bokserkami - of course black. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out the cheese. Straightening a saw a shadow, and later the voice of departing motorcycles. Confused threw what was holding onto the table and hastily pulling pants came out of the house. The first thing that threw him in the eyes of a red card for a car mat. He came quickly to him, not even kłopocząc of dressing shoes. He pulled a scrap of paper and looked.
- Whore! - He shouted suddenly. - About what it's all the fuck? - Has already said calmly. He pulled out the phone and turned the dial a friend. After the third signal was heard a familiar voice.
- Hello?
- Listen you have to fall near the 12th tomorrow SMS, I'll send you the address.
- Good - hung up. What Sasuke Olala totally aware that at this time, people doing different things that do not necessarily want to hear.
began to wonder how well I did ask a friend to arrive so early. He had no idea of \u200b\u200bwhat can go shove it, because he has apparently been dug up in something. "Damn!" He turned the phone between your fingers lightly biting his lip. "Damn!" He raised his eyes looking around the hall and looking for weaknesses that could be announced tomorrow guests to use.
His eyes stopped at the only picture he had. What mother did not take him because I was not there anymore, so it may be left. He realized that being so, how he wanted his father, is not limited no feelings. Thus they have no chance to blackmail him. He smiled cynically. Yes, Uchiha has no Achilles heel.
Relieved, he went to sleep.
morning sun rays danced on the face of a sleeping brunet. Watch standing on a dark mahogany dresser with a great bed time showed 8:20. Quilt was on the ground, and the boy lay sprawled across the bed without being aware of it. A sudden breath of cold morning air caused a shudder at the teenager, who started waving their hands in search of something to cover. When this proved futile, he opened his black eyes and looked at the time. Stretched gracefully and put his feet on the cold floor covered with panels. He reached for a blanket lying on the ground and threw her onto the bed and then quickly walked over to close the window.
even looked at the sleeping street. Every house looked rich. All landscaped gardens, perfect ... until it is too perfect to be able to exist in the real world, but, well ... a world in which those people lived was different. Here counted millions in his pocket, and sufficiently long family history. Perfection was the most important. He glanced at his backyard. Sakura Trees were covered most of the lawn, which is cared for by his father hired a gardener. Everything was even better and more refined than in the rest ... every millimeter was planned and had a specific function. No visible alarm lasers were hidden in places where no one would look. The camera records the every move on the driveway and garden.
Brunet ran hurriedly from the room. "Camera! That it previously had not thought about it! "Thoughts raced through his mind like crazy. He was sure now know who paid him a visit yesterday. He ran downstairs and turned into the first door on your right. He was in his office, which have been professionally arranged displays from all the cameras installed around the house. He sat on a swivel chair in front of the main monitor displays the image of the driveway and began to browse the archive.
finally found a recording of last night. He dropped it from 22 hours looking closely at every detail. Exactly at 10:14:34 p.m. zamigał picture for a moment and then remained motionless. Differences were small but noticeable. The wind did not move the leaves on the trees ... it looked like a picture. Any natural movement. Frowned, thinking about something, and when the time was 10:25:54 p.m. hop beat, and saw himself near a car with a piece of paper in his hand. He hit his fist on the desk top. Broke into the system and temporarily changed the image from the camera. It found that someone trampled his immune system. This was done so sloppily that it could be that someone simply did not want. Made a full turn in the chair. It was evident that he is extremely annoyed. He got up and left the room. He stood in the hall every move nervously, shifting weight from one leg to another. He clenched his fist and then slowly opened them. Normalized calm breath and I went to the kitchen to prepare their breakfast.
"Who dared?" - The thought knocked in the head brunet. He struck gently with your fingers on the table, when suddenly the phone rang. "Private number?"
- Hello? - Asked a cold voice.
- Listen, do not give advice to be so early. I'll train fled after the 14th - He heard a familiar voice. "Damn! Almost at the same time as those guys! "
- Okay no problem - ended the conversation. There he wondered how his friend after all he took his number, but he was not sure if all goes as it should. He had little to change the plan today. He made himself a cup of coffee
steaming mug and went to the gym. He had a few hours to visit. "We'll see how it will be." - Said in her head, unconsciously turning to each other in the plural.
About 13 after a workout, staggered to the shower. Dressed baggy jeans and a tight black blouse, then headed to the kitchen for some juice. He sat down at the table, and time stretched him mercilessly in anticipation. Every now and then glancing nervously toward the driveway. Rubbed his beard and wrinkled brow thoughtfully.
After a few minutes of inactivity, he turned on the radio and listen to the lyrics of a well-known for his songs. The singer just beginning to sing the second verse, when someone opened the door to his kitchen. He jumped like a scalded on the face mask, evoking the cold bastard.
- This is it Sasuke? - Asked his fellow redhead, whose face was hidden behind a mask. Once back brunet cold shiver ran when he reached his ears a voice devoid of all feeling. So far he had heard it only once before yesterday, and he certainly did not belong to the individual standing before him and celującego to him with a gun. Standing next to him, the boy who was abandoned except for a mask on his head hood, nodded assent head. - You may have to warn you that I met him. - Gaara's voice could be heard a note of regret, but in his statement that the leader only shrug his shoulders.
- Time to repay Uchiha for saving his life. - Black-eyed immediately recognize that voice anywhere. For a moment you could see the shock on his face, but a momentary weakness of the rapidly passing. He looked carefully at the newcomer. "Naruto?" - Uncertain zakołatała thought in his head, but he only said aloud.
- Kitsune.
- glad that you remember. - Empty the voice denied logical sense sentences spoken by blonde. - You should invite guests into the living room and give you something to drink. - Taught him blue-eyed with satisfaction in noting the pinching gesture of helplessness fists. - Where is the descendant of the famous Uchiha clan culture? - Gaara noticed that the blond having a great time standing in front of them aggravating brunet.
Fox rejected the hood and removed the cloaking his face mask. Looking at him at the moment, it could be regarded as a monument. On his face there was not any feelings or emotions that distinguish humans from conventional robots. The ruling emptiness in his eyes sparked back brunet another shiver of uncertainty. At least that is persuaded himself, because he never agreed to grant to the fact that at that moment he felt only fear. Lightly tanned blonde hand went into his pocket and pulled out a gun. Threw him a few times from hand to hand, looking expectantly at Sasuke. This though suddenly realizing what is going on with your hand pointed out that followed. He knew that the redhead keeps an eye on him and then shoots him with his weapon. He felt uneasy, although he was at his house.
- So what is it? - He asked the cold, when you sit themselves comfortably in the living room now ... well, maybe not all, Gaara stood at the door of deliberately cutting off the only escape route brunetowi. Kitsune pulled a cigarette from his pocket, every black-eyed grimace slightly. The blond man's deal with this without making the shot back and took the smoke.
- Who is Itachi Uchiha? - Naruto began with the hundredth case, then making a strzepał ash ashtray with your favorite carpet brunet. Sasuke did not even notice. Again they asked him about his brother, so guessed that it was he was implicated in all this. Although he did not know, I began to hate him.
- From what I know is my brother. - Heard the sound of odbezpieczanej weapons, but the blond waved his hand reassuringly on the Redhead. "Deja vu" - Passed through my head brunetowi when he recalled the situation of yesterday.
- your lost little brother say? - This diminutive mouth Naruto sounded scary. - Well I'm sorry to say it, but you are not starting and you have to help us.
- Like what? - Żachnął the Uchiha proudly raising her head. - You do not have power over me. - An ironic smile appeared on his face, but disappeared soon after the blond curled his lips in what might be casually call it a smile.
- And here you are wrong Sasuke. At any given time are on our grace. - Empty voice in combination with artificial expression czarnookim shook. "Is this really the same Naruto?"
Gaara walked slowly to the tense boy and put his gun to his head. He leaned over him, look you gave green eyes.
- not worth a place laddy. - Said to him softly in your ear. - I killed not one like you. - After saying these words and call in the head brunet even greater chaos returned to his former position.
- can be useful to us - said material and blue-eyed, while maintaining as if no notice is played just before the scene. - But we're not needed, so when you do the problems, we can be rid of you. Anyway ... we got a tip that the Akatsuki have on you hunt, the police reportedly betrayed something you should not. Now only Leaf can give you adequate protection. Next you have any objections to co-operate with us?
Sasuke shook his head, feeling a strange bump in my throat. "Wjebałem in the swamp!" - He said to himself in thought resignedly. Naruto
przygasił peta legs to form a hole in the carpet and nodded his head significantly rudzielcowi. Disappeared for a moment at the door, then returned with Shikamaru. Chestnut eyes bored successful around the room without stopping for anything visual, and yawned fixedly.
- What are you ... - Brunet did not finish because I interrupted him violently.
- Shut up. You are not so important to me to speak. Do not be annoying is that you do not furnish your faces. Yen, but it's all confusing .- To the surprise of dark-eyed words were spoken by none other, as just standing in the doorway of a colleague from school. In total, Sasuke never turned it believes, but he knew that walking to class together and this is one of my friends Kiby.
- Where is your computer? - Naruto Uchiha interrupted meditations.
- Upstairs in the room. - The boy at all costs tried not to show how much is puzzled and humiliated this whole situation.
not waiting for anything more chestnut came out of the room.
rang the doorbell. All present in the living room in anticipation spięli. From the hall came the bored voice.
- But it's all confusing.
The next chapter will be 30/01/1911 bathed after the end of your workout went into the kitchen to prepare their dinner. It was after ten o'clock, so do not expect any visitors. Therefore, there dressed in nothing but themselves bokserkami - of course black. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out the cheese. Straightening a saw a shadow, and later the voice of departing motorcycles. Confused threw what was holding onto the table and hastily pulling pants came out of the house. The first thing that threw him in the eyes of a red card for a car mat. He came quickly to him, not even kłopocząc of dressing shoes. He pulled a scrap of paper and looked.
tomorrow at 14 do not leave home
He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Who dares to command the Uchiha?". Raging crushed the card, but after a while, when the first excitement wore off, straightened it and put it in his pocket. He looked a little relieved, and noticed two marks on his motorcycle parked in the driveway. Unaware of being watched by two teenagers standing around the corner, quickly returned home. He closed the door and sat on the stairs leading on the floor. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. - Whore! - He shouted suddenly. - About what it's all the fuck? - Has already said calmly. He pulled out the phone and turned the dial a friend. After the third signal was heard a familiar voice.
- Hello?
- Listen you have to fall near the 12th tomorrow SMS, I'll send you the address.
- Good - hung up. What Sasuke Olala totally aware that at this time, people doing different things that do not necessarily want to hear.
began to wonder how well I did ask a friend to arrive so early. He had no idea of \u200b\u200bwhat can go shove it, because he has apparently been dug up in something. "Damn!" He turned the phone between your fingers lightly biting his lip. "Damn!" He raised his eyes looking around the hall and looking for weaknesses that could be announced tomorrow guests to use.
His eyes stopped at the only picture he had. What mother did not take him because I was not there anymore, so it may be left. He realized that being so, how he wanted his father, is not limited no feelings. Thus they have no chance to blackmail him. He smiled cynically. Yes, Uchiha has no Achilles heel.
Relieved, he went to sleep.
morning sun rays danced on the face of a sleeping brunet. Watch standing on a dark mahogany dresser with a great bed time showed 8:20. Quilt was on the ground, and the boy lay sprawled across the bed without being aware of it. A sudden breath of cold morning air caused a shudder at the teenager, who started waving their hands in search of something to cover. When this proved futile, he opened his black eyes and looked at the time. Stretched gracefully and put his feet on the cold floor covered with panels. He reached for a blanket lying on the ground and threw her onto the bed and then quickly walked over to close the window.
even looked at the sleeping street. Every house looked rich. All landscaped gardens, perfect ... until it is too perfect to be able to exist in the real world, but, well ... a world in which those people lived was different. Here counted millions in his pocket, and sufficiently long family history. Perfection was the most important. He glanced at his backyard. Sakura Trees were covered most of the lawn, which is cared for by his father hired a gardener. Everything was even better and more refined than in the rest ... every millimeter was planned and had a specific function. No visible alarm lasers were hidden in places where no one would look. The camera records the every move on the driveway and garden.
Brunet ran hurriedly from the room. "Camera! That it previously had not thought about it! "Thoughts raced through his mind like crazy. He was sure now know who paid him a visit yesterday. He ran downstairs and turned into the first door on your right. He was in his office, which have been professionally arranged displays from all the cameras installed around the house. He sat on a swivel chair in front of the main monitor displays the image of the driveway and began to browse the archive.
finally found a recording of last night. He dropped it from 22 hours looking closely at every detail. Exactly at 10:14:34 p.m. zamigał picture for a moment and then remained motionless. Differences were small but noticeable. The wind did not move the leaves on the trees ... it looked like a picture. Any natural movement. Frowned, thinking about something, and when the time was 10:25:54 p.m. hop beat, and saw himself near a car with a piece of paper in his hand. He hit his fist on the desk top. Broke into the system and temporarily changed the image from the camera. It found that someone trampled his immune system. This was done so sloppily that it could be that someone simply did not want. Made a full turn in the chair. It was evident that he is extremely annoyed. He got up and left the room. He stood in the hall every move nervously, shifting weight from one leg to another. He clenched his fist and then slowly opened them. Normalized calm breath and I went to the kitchen to prepare their breakfast.
"Who dared?" - The thought knocked in the head brunet. He struck gently with your fingers on the table, when suddenly the phone rang. "Private number?"
- Hello? - Asked a cold voice.
- Listen, do not give advice to be so early. I'll train fled after the 14th - He heard a familiar voice. "Damn! Almost at the same time as those guys! "
- Okay no problem - ended the conversation. There he wondered how his friend after all he took his number, but he was not sure if all goes as it should. He had little to change the plan today. He made himself a cup of coffee
steaming mug and went to the gym. He had a few hours to visit. "We'll see how it will be." - Said in her head, unconsciously turning to each other in the plural.
About 13 after a workout, staggered to the shower. Dressed baggy jeans and a tight black blouse, then headed to the kitchen for some juice. He sat down at the table, and time stretched him mercilessly in anticipation. Every now and then glancing nervously toward the driveway. Rubbed his beard and wrinkled brow thoughtfully.
After a few minutes of inactivity, he turned on the radio and listen to the lyrics of a well-known for his songs. The singer just beginning to sing the second verse, when someone opened the door to his kitchen. He jumped like a scalded on the face mask, evoking the cold bastard.
- This is it Sasuke? - Asked his fellow redhead, whose face was hidden behind a mask. Once back brunet cold shiver ran when he reached his ears a voice devoid of all feeling. So far he had heard it only once before yesterday, and he certainly did not belong to the individual standing before him and celującego to him with a gun. Standing next to him, the boy who was abandoned except for a mask on his head hood, nodded assent head. - You may have to warn you that I met him. - Gaara's voice could be heard a note of regret, but in his statement that the leader only shrug his shoulders.
- Time to repay Uchiha for saving his life. - Black-eyed immediately recognize that voice anywhere. For a moment you could see the shock on his face, but a momentary weakness of the rapidly passing. He looked carefully at the newcomer. "Naruto?" - Uncertain zakołatała thought in his head, but he only said aloud.
- Kitsune.
- glad that you remember. - Empty the voice denied logical sense sentences spoken by blonde. - You should invite guests into the living room and give you something to drink. - Taught him blue-eyed with satisfaction in noting the pinching gesture of helplessness fists. - Where is the descendant of the famous Uchiha clan culture? - Gaara noticed that the blond having a great time standing in front of them aggravating brunet.
Fox rejected the hood and removed the cloaking his face mask. Looking at him at the moment, it could be regarded as a monument. On his face there was not any feelings or emotions that distinguish humans from conventional robots. The ruling emptiness in his eyes sparked back brunet another shiver of uncertainty. At least that is persuaded himself, because he never agreed to grant to the fact that at that moment he felt only fear. Lightly tanned blonde hand went into his pocket and pulled out a gun. Threw him a few times from hand to hand, looking expectantly at Sasuke. This though suddenly realizing what is going on with your hand pointed out that followed. He knew that the redhead keeps an eye on him and then shoots him with his weapon. He felt uneasy, although he was at his house.
- So what is it? - He asked the cold, when you sit themselves comfortably in the living room now ... well, maybe not all, Gaara stood at the door of deliberately cutting off the only escape route brunetowi. Kitsune pulled a cigarette from his pocket, every black-eyed grimace slightly. The blond man's deal with this without making the shot back and took the smoke.
- Who is Itachi Uchiha? - Naruto began with the hundredth case, then making a strzepał ash ashtray with your favorite carpet brunet. Sasuke did not even notice. Again they asked him about his brother, so guessed that it was he was implicated in all this. Although he did not know, I began to hate him.
- From what I know is my brother. - Heard the sound of odbezpieczanej weapons, but the blond waved his hand reassuringly on the Redhead. "Deja vu" - Passed through my head brunetowi when he recalled the situation of yesterday.
- your lost little brother say? - This diminutive mouth Naruto sounded scary. - Well I'm sorry to say it, but you are not starting and you have to help us.
- Like what? - Żachnął the Uchiha proudly raising her head. - You do not have power over me. - An ironic smile appeared on his face, but disappeared soon after the blond curled his lips in what might be casually call it a smile.
- And here you are wrong Sasuke. At any given time are on our grace. - Empty voice in combination with artificial expression czarnookim shook. "Is this really the same Naruto?"
Gaara walked slowly to the tense boy and put his gun to his head. He leaned over him, look you gave green eyes.
- not worth a place laddy. - Said to him softly in your ear. - I killed not one like you. - After saying these words and call in the head brunet even greater chaos returned to his former position.
- can be useful to us - said material and blue-eyed, while maintaining as if no notice is played just before the scene. - But we're not needed, so when you do the problems, we can be rid of you. Anyway ... we got a tip that the Akatsuki have on you hunt, the police reportedly betrayed something you should not. Now only Leaf can give you adequate protection. Next you have any objections to co-operate with us?
Sasuke shook his head, feeling a strange bump in my throat. "Wjebałem in the swamp!" - He said to himself in thought resignedly. Naruto
przygasił peta legs to form a hole in the carpet and nodded his head significantly rudzielcowi. Disappeared for a moment at the door, then returned with Shikamaru. Chestnut eyes bored successful around the room without stopping for anything visual, and yawned fixedly.
- What are you ... - Brunet did not finish because I interrupted him violently.
- Shut up. You are not so important to me to speak. Do not be annoying is that you do not furnish your faces. Yen, but it's all confusing .- To the surprise of dark-eyed words were spoken by none other, as just standing in the doorway of a colleague from school. In total, Sasuke never turned it believes, but he knew that walking to class together and this is one of my friends Kiby.
- Where is your computer? - Naruto Uchiha interrupted meditations.
- Upstairs in the room. - The boy at all costs tried not to show how much is puzzled and humiliated this whole situation.
not waiting for anything more chestnut came out of the room.
rang the doorbell. All present in the living room in anticipation spięli. From the hall came the bored voice.
- But it's all confusing.
(A bit of confusion in this chapter, sorry, but I think I'm losing all inspired me and my wick, /)
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