Chapter 1: Mob Life

Shadows fell across the grey, red, and blackened bricks of numerous buildings as figures moved across the ground. The shadows turned and lengthened, grew short and grey, before the one in front of the other slowly pulled ahead and led the other shadows no more.

The sound of boots on concrete sounded as the male figure that formed the shadow turned around yet another alleyway and emerged for the first time in thirty minutes onto the sidewalk, before crossing the street and entering another alleyway that was straight. Near the end was a metallic dumpster and as the figure approached, another figure emerged from the other side of the alleyway.

"Kiba, you're late." The second figure commented as the first figure know known as Kiba arrived in front of the dumpster and just outside another sidewalk and street. Kiba wore a winter trench coat and gloves with fur lining the edges.

"Sorry Sir, had to ditch a lot of my shadows if I may be so brutally honest. I think they may be on to me."

"Well, if that is the case, maybe it is time to get out."

"No, I think I-"

Suddenly, outside the alleyway directly in the middle of the street appeared a black van with its tires screeching madly as smoke came up from the concrete. The black door in the middle of the van opened up and suddenly four men were seen in the opening brandishing semi-automatic Uzi's.

"Hey Kiba! The Don says goodbye!"

Bullets shots out of the guns one after another, chattering quickly as the men emptied their magazines. The bullets tore through windows, bricks, metal, street, and flesh, and as soon as it started, the sounding of bullets ended. The men closed the van door and the tires screeched as the van disappeared down the street.

Red liquid ran in small rivers down the alleyway, all stemming from a constantly forming pool of blood before the two bodies that were ridden in bullet holes like swiss cheese. The body with a trench coat shivered, signifying that the man known as Kiba was still alive.

Blood poured out of his wounds, sliding down his arm and covering up his hand, where a small engagement ring became a blood red diamond as Kiba breathed his last.

"Dammit. I'm sorry, Hinata-Chan."

(Five Years Prior)

"Excuse me!" A little girl cried out as she ran past an old Italian looking lady with a lot of groceries. The girl raced forward, passing many people on the streets who were soaking in the last rays of sunshine before the darkness of the night.

The little girl twisted around corners of the sidewalk, almost hitting a piano that was being moved by some workman. The girl saw a piece of cardboard in the middle of the sidewalk and jumped on the segment of wood. The girl's previous speed moved onto the wood and the girl slid underneath the heavy piano.

The young child's hair swept back in the girl's self-made breeze and as she turned another corner, she crashed into a man carrying a bag of toiletries.

"Sorry!" The girl screamed behind her as she continued on past the many streets. All around the girl, transactions were made in the shadows and some outside in the lessened lighting. Glints of metallic blades shined in the sunset and men with blotted side pockets that resembled polished fire sticks.

The girl's raven black hair fell down to her shoulders as she paused at a street crossing to check her bearings and to catch her breath. As soon as she saw the street sign, she smiled before looking both ways and dashed across to the restaurant straight ahead of her.

The raven haired girl ran straight into the glass door and pushed it open to come face to stomach with some burly men who stood by the door, complete in black and carrying hand guns in gun holsters on either side of their sides and in clear view.

The men parted and the girl surged forward a bit and saw the restaurant much better than before. The restaurant was an olden day pizza parlor, which along the right side of the parlor was a bar which at the moment had a few regulars sitting on the connected stools. To the middle of the room were numerous tables on which were many men and a few women with hidden weapons under their various colored jackets. In the very back was another booth where the light from outside still reached and showed four men in deep discussion.

The girl smiled brightly and twirled her way around the various tables, passing some other kids her own age as well as the swirling dancers in the front of the room where the music was playing a little louder than anywhere else. The girl's twelve year old hands were then brought up and pushed herself up on the table.

"Excuse me, Don-Sama."

The four men immediately stopped talking and three of them push themselves back from the table and into the booth seats, leaving one man leaning forward who smiled at the raven haired girl before him. The Don gestured to the girl to come closer and the girl's mouth gasped happily and she pushed herself across the empty table and fell down on the other side, the right side of the Don.

The boys around the Don held small smiles on their faces and knew how much the girl meant to their boss and the crime family. On each of the men's switchblades in their pockets held a red and white fan symbol.

Fugaku Uchiha looked down at what he considered to be his daughter. Though she was not, she praised the Don at an extent that not even his most favored captains and lieutenants held for him, and the whole district under the Uchiha's control knew it.

"Sakura, My Girl and Daughter, what can I do for you this evening?" Fugaku smiled down at Sakura, his adopted daughter who had dyed her hair to match his family's except for a single pink stripe which she insisted on keeping to, ask she had stated, to remind her of her late parents.

"Don-Sama, I was hoping that Sasuke would play with me?" Sakura asked with a hopeful face.

The Don sighed depressingly at what he had to tell his adopted daughter. He hated not being able to give her whatever she required or wanted. Fugaku roughed up Sakura's middle length hair and she smiled, loving the attention. "Unfortunately, Sasuke has reached the age where he cannot play around anymore. It is time for him to learn the family business and study up on the rules and guidelines."

"Oh. O-okay," Sakura responded and a small frown formed on her face. Even though Sakura was adopted with the main family, she lived by herself in a small apartment meant for maybe two people at most. Sakura was a smart child and already knew how to cook quick meals and came to the parlor for the main meals with the family, much like most of the mob that she lived around.

"You know though, I think Ino might need some help at the bar." Fugaku hinted, and skaura gasped happily again.

"Really?"

"Why don't you ask her if you can put on an apron and help out around here. This place could use a happy smile, don't you think?"

"Of course, Don-Sama! I'll do my best!" Sakura beamed before scrambling over the table and rushed over to a fourteen year old blonde who had just walked in for her part time job at the parlor. The men watched as Sakura greeted the blonde happily and plead on her knees to help out, which Ino rolled her eyes at the Don and nodded her head.

"You will do anything for her, Don. Won't you?" One of Fugaku's bodyguards mentioned aloud.

"That I will."

Five years later, and much of the district had stayed the same, but technology had helped to upgrade the community in more ways than one. The borders between the Uchiha and the other crime families were steady and life was pretty quiet.

Inside the pizza parlor, Sakura could be seen gliding across the polished floor, taking orders as she danced around the tables before moving to the bar and heading back out with pizza, spaghetti, and anything else that the mob family inside the parlor could ask for.

When compared to back then, Sakura was a knockout beauty and simply a beautiful seventeen year old teenager. Sakura's long slender porcelain colored legs kept many eyes upon her lower portions as she crossed and uncrossed them as she twirled. Sakura's upper frame held a generous bust size that many girls would die for and many boys her age had called her out on. Sakura had been a late bloomer, but now she was one of the two figurehead models as well as her best friend Ino for the Uchiha mob.

Sakura's figure resembled the perfect hourglass figure, and she had done nothing to keep herself in check. Sakura's work outfit consisted of a very, tight white blouse which hug her sensuously as well as a very short skirt that when she spun flipped dangerously high so that some men dip themselves low to try to see up it, though it still hid everything from view.

Sakura wore light black sneakers that slipped along the polish floor. Finally, Sakura's short hair as a child now went down to her upper back and with Ino's help, was set in a wavy manner. Still held as a child, Sakura's hair was completely raven black but held a full pink stripe down her right side.

As Sakura worked her way across the restaurant, her smile warmed the room, as it had since the day five years ago when she started working here. She took no pay; her work here was for the Don and for the family. There was no greater honor in the family, as Sakura would say.

Sakura looked over to the Don and saw him smile at her and call her over with his hand. Sakura excused herself from any more orders and quickly paced over to the bar and asked for another girl to cover for her for a moment.

Sakura washed her hands off with a dry towel and made her way to the Don's booth, passing the three high class bodyguards along the way. The Don was always surrounded by at least three guards and they never left his side.

Fugaku smiled as Sakura walked over and stood up to hug her deeply with a bone crushing hug before they both sat down smiling.

"How are you, my daughter?"

"I am superb, Don-Sama! Who would not be in this wonderful year? Though, I wish the boys would stop staring at my ass. They are real idiots, thinking that I can't see them doing so." Sakura giggled as the Don tousled her hair, and when she looked over inside the booth, she saw one of the Don's enforcers for the southern sector of the Uchiha district looking really scared.

"Sakura, my dear, this man is Mikazu, one of my local enforcers for the southern district."

"I recognize him."

"Well, it appears that he has lost a lot of merchandise for us, and I have just told him that he must get it back, but he says that that is something impossible to do."

Sakura nodded her head approvingly and in complete understanding.

"Help me out for a second my dear. What is the most important thing to us, Sakura?" Fukagu asked.

Sakura smiled brightly at the question, as it seemed so simple for her to know that a kid could memorize it. Sakura spoke firmly as she recited her lines. "'Family comes first. Any traitors are dead to us.' Plus, I'd do anything for my family."

"And who is your family, my dear?"

"Why, The Uchiha's of course. You gave me a place to stay, you raised me, you provided for me. I am proud to serve you, Don-Sama." Sakura smiled brightly at her Don.

Fugaku chuckled sadly at how much he has warped this girl's mind into serving the Uchiha beyond that of her own life. It was how he envisioned everyone in his district behaving. A district where everyone was loyal and trustworthy and told the truth to those that it concerned.

Fugaku looked over at Mikazu and shook his head sadly at the enforcer's look of disbelief. "My Sakura is loyal to a fault, Mikazu. In fact, she is the most loyal girl I have. You, Mikazu are not. You took that shipment for yourself and got caught by those outside of us."

"No, p-please, Uchiha-Sama, Don't do this. I'll-I'll get it back." Mikazu pleaded as his voice squeaked.

"Boys, take Mikazu for a drive. Make sure that he is…comfy."

"No! Please!" Mikazu screamed as some of the Don's men grab Mikazu by his arms and began to drag him out of the booth.

As this happened, Fugaku looked towards Sakura and noticed how sad and confused her eyes were by the sudden outcome.

"What's wrong, Sakura...sweetheart? I thought my girl was happy today."

"I Am, Don-Sama. Believe me when I say that truly, I live for the family. It's just…wouldn't mercy be apt this time?"

"You think I'm making a mistake?"

"No!" Sakura breathed out; "Don-Sama never makes mistakes, it is just that a better option could be utilized. Mikazu will do anything for his life now, he has something to strive for. He has a family now, a wife and son at home."

Mikazu stared at the Don, his eyes rimmed with tears. Finally though, Fugaku turned to Mikazu. "You will get the shipment back within twenty four hours. Is that understood?"

Mikazu nodded his head rapidly and the men let him go as he ran out the parlor and on his way to get the merchandise back for the mob. The Don signaled and everyone relaxed.

Fugaku sighed and sat back down before looking over at Sakura who was figiting and looking everywhere but towards him.

"Sakura?" Sakura's eyes still darted everywhere but at the Don. "Sakura? I am not mad at you. In fact, I see that you have grown very smart and wise over the years. Is there anything I can do for you? You have saved me the death on my hands."

"No, there is nothing I want. You've given me everything, Don-Sama."

"Anything child."

"Well…there is one thing that has been on my mind lately."

"What is it?"

"…Can you tell me about my parents? I know they were killed years ago, but I still want to know what happened to them and why." Sakura spoke meekly.

Fugaku sighed and breath out though his mouth. He already knew everything about Sakura's parents' death. He was the one who had them killed. They were traitors to the family. But they had been loyal before they became enemies and the Don's personal friends, and he'd taken Sakura for himself shortly after their demise. He had twisted her into someone who would never disobey him. Earlier, she was scared for simply offering another option. What would conspiracy do to her?

"Sakura, your parents were strong in will and great friends to me growing up." Fugaku spoke as he told mainly truth but inbred some lies to keep Sakura within his reach. She had truly become like a daughter to him. "However, there were traitors in the family at that time, and they almost brought down the Uchiha.

"Your parents were strong, loyal, and worthy of my trust. That is why I insisted on you waitressing here. You are so loyal, and strong in both will and spirit. You uphold all of your ideals and the ideals of the family. You have my ultimate trust beyond anyone else. Do you understand what I mean?"

Sakura smiled more brightly. "Yes Don-Sama, I understand completely. You demand an honest girl out of me and the moral that traitors are an infection and must be removed as soon as possible."

"An infection?" The Don smiled brightly at Sakura's choice of words.

"Yes sir."

"You have been reading the medical books I bought you?"

"Yes, sir." Sakura replied as if she would use anything the Don gave her, which she would. "I thought that maybe I could help out the boys when they get shot. You know, by those filthy Hyuugas." Sakura said fiercely at the name of the Uchiha's fiercest enemy. Her views fit in with that of the mob perfectly.

"I have a beautiful and smart girl right next to me," Fugaku sighed happily. "Now, run along and continue to work. I have my own work to do."

"Yes, Don-Sama. Have a blessed and life fulfilling day." Sakura commented before exiting the booth and glided happily over to her best friend and upper classmen, Ino Yamanaka. Ino and Sakura did not go to school, they tutored each other, took quizzes, mentally tested the other physically and emotionally. They were best friends, and Sakura looked at Ino like that of a little sister looking up to an older more experienced one, but one that had done some wrongs that Sakura, the little sister had learned from and knew what was best.

Sakura jumped over the counter, flashing those that were looking and began to clean shot glasses before happy hour and the long night until ten at night when the Uchiha family instituted a no drinking after policy to enforce on drunks.

Ino Yamanaka was a beautiful girl, with the same outfit as Sakura, though her button over her breasts always broke and so therefore her cleavage was always on show. Ino didn't have Sakura's ass, but her blonde hair was rare enough to catch attention, and even most of the mob family believed that Sakura had raven colored hair, besides those that had lived long enough to know the Haruno's before their demise. Ino's hair draped over her right eye where a slash mark had been embedded into Ino's face for lying to the mob a couple times and through it, she glimpsed Sakura's happy demeanor.

"Hey Sakura? Why are you in such a good mood?" Ino asked as she dried a glass with the towel on her shoulder. Sakura was not supposed to serve the alcohol as she was not eighteen, but when drunks yell for her, it's best to appease them and save the furniture another night.

"Nothing, Ino." Sakura smiled backed at Ino, as she turned her head, remembering her talk with the Don about her family being loyal to him. "Just thinking that it's great being part of the family."

Ino snorted at the statement, and Sakura turned her head and shot her a confused look.

"What?"

"It's nothing, Sakura. It's just…"

"What?!" Sakura exclaimed in a whisper. Ino sighed as she turned towards the hallway behind the bar counter and away from the rest of the restaurant, and Sakura followed her to help grab the crates of glasses.

"It's just that people talk when you're not here. The other girls and I think that you'd sleep with every guy in every way possible if the Don even mentioned to demanding it."

"Ino, Don-Sama is kind and fair. He would never do that."

"Maybe not, but Sasuke would."

Sakura shivered as fear crept into her body. "H-he won't be the next Don. Itachi is set to succeed."

"Don't let Sasuke hear you say that."

Around the center of Konoha, where government buildings were located, a man around the age of nineteen walked between the buildings, inside their alleyways until he came to a dead end. The late teen continued forward into the dead end until he got till the very end and turned to his left where a hidden doorway was located.

The man walked into the door and took out a key and unlocked the door briefly before walking through the doorway and locking it back up. The man found himself in the old hallway of the building and walked forward once more. The bricks near the doorway turned into a metal alloy and into wooden frame with the police badge of Konoha police department holstered upon the wall.

The man had a rare hair color, blonde and ocean blue eyes that conveyed many things and hid all other kinds of emotions besides the smile that was clearly on his face. The man's name was Naruto Namikaze, and he was a police officer.

Naruto made his way into his unit's area which was near the back wall of the building, one of the most secure office areas, but a pain to get to and walk out of. Naruto walked past the situation room and saw one of his partners sitting at his desk. Naruto made his way over and saw him smoking a cigarette.

"Seriously Shikamaru, those things kill you young," Naruto commented as he sat down on the edge of Shikamaru's open air desk. Shikamaru had taken this desk because there was an air intake valve that took away the smell of smoke and that included cigarette smoke as well.

"Yeah, yeah. I know. But I don't plan on living forever. With these new statistics of living until you're one hundred, who really wants to live that long?"

"With or without the love of your life?" Naruto asked.

"Either."

"Well, if I can find a girl to settle down with, then yeah! I'd love that."

"Find a girl? You get asked out by almost all the girls we save out there."

"Just part of the job I guess. You give that girl…Temari a call?"

"No. Not yet. There's a sandstorm over Suna right now."

"Drat. Hey! Where is Kiba?" Naruto stood up as he searched the room. "I haven't seen him in a few days."

"Kiba is dead." Kakashi spoke aloud as he entered the room to the squad under his direct command.

"What? How?"

"Drive by shooting a couple days ago. His handler got shot in the process as well."

"That's…despicable."

The three of them remembered the last two months as clear as day. Naruto and Shikamaru did the paperwork and followed up on leads given by Kiba. Two months ago, Kiba had been inserted into the Uchiha crime family after a previous successful uncover sting in another crime family. In that process, he had turned the Hyuuga's oldest daughter, Hinata into his own informant and after he had left, they had gone out together in secret for the last year.

"How did they find out?"

"Apparently, some media caught Kiba on camera as he exited out the front door of police plaza around the same time with Hinata herself. They were both gunned down a few days ago at around the same time, we presume Kiba first."

Naruto pounded the desk with all his might. The three of them, Kiba Inuzuka, Shikamaru Nara, and himself had joined the academy at sixteen and the force at the age seventeen, and had been doing this for two years since their initiation. Now suddenly, Kiba was gone? What could they do?

AN: Welcomer to my new story, what do you guys think of it?