The Mob.

Chapter 1

By: RobinSparkelz

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

There is a war coming. Whispers of a shift in power. With one purpose only " Rule from the underworld" A Mob AU. A Sasuke&Sakura story.

The calm before the storm. When it seems as if the whole world is waiting, holding its breath. There is a absolute stillness - not a movement or a sound and then there's chaos, its take a hold, grips on tightly and shakes you till you lost and alone standing in chaotic debris.

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I move with familiarity, to a routine that's second nature with a bone deep confidence. It starts with the familiar Beep Beep of my pager. "ER" flashing across its screen. Then the trip out of the on-call room into the elevator down to the pit. The glass sliding doors emblazoned with "Konaha - Senju Medical Hospital" hiss open after I swipe my hospital card. The ER is chaos incarnate, bustling with nurses setting up beds allocating spaces and moving non-emergent patients. Looks like there's going to be a big incoming haul tonight.

I weave my way through the ER the activity around me nothing but a blur of white noise. I am dead on my feet, bone tired, exhausted to the very core, only a good trauma is going to wake me up right now.

I go through the motions, first I tie my pink hair up, then I proceed to don a trauma gown, one of the excitable interns -idiots, ties the back of my gown. I slip on my gloves with a audible snap. And then with a deep breath I make my way outside.

"Listen up" I call. "Once the ambulances arrive, I will allocate you a patient."

There is a murmur of unrest between the interns.

"No squabbling, or fighting, each person needs medical attention" as I finish speaking the wail of the sirens cuts off the interns beginning complaints.

"All right people, let's save lives!"

I get ready as the first ambulance come into sight and even though I just told my interns every person is important, I plan on snagging the biggest trauma there's is. The familiar rush courses through my veins as the ambulance halts and the doors bursts open.

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This Kakashi muses is bad. Three of his boys mildly injured. Two in critical condition. But that's not what's bad, the police will be at the hospital soon, two of his boys are on parole violation, and the other one is pretty much famous with the police department. He also needs to fill out these hospital forms, he thinks as he peers over the edge of the book at the stack of papers in front of him. Claiming to be the legal guardian of all five injured was not his smartest idea, but who else was going to fill out the forms with the correct fake information, but of course he needed the fake ID's and medical records first and his favorite prodigy seemed to be taking his time...unlike him Kakashi thought just as his sensitive ears picked the low hum of a motorcycle.

Glancing outside through the large floor to ceiling windows of the lobby he frowned as the sleek black motorcycle parked itself smoothly in front of the hospital entrance. What happened to stealth training could he have not come in a inconspicuous car. Sighing he pocketed his book and made his way out the hospital into the light rain.

"You know that motorcycle as well as you are to well known."

He was answered by silence.

"Where were you?" Kakashi questioned.

"Delaying the police" the smooth voice answered.

"How much"?

"An hour"

Kakashi was silently impressed Konoha's Police Department was notorious for it's fast response.

"You have the documents?" He questioned

"Hn"

"You coming inside?"

Instead of answering the figure begins walking to the pneumatic front doors of the hospital.

"How's the dobe?"

Kakashi's one visible eye crinkled as he marveled at how the raven haired boy could ask a caring question in such a uncaring way.

Instead of answering the question he said, " Put your hood up would you Sasuke, your face is to memorable"

"Tch" he responded as he pulled his hood up to cover his face.

"Like yours isn't"

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Sakura stretches her arms, relishing in the cracking sound they make. Her patient is stable and in ICU. And according to the board so is the other critical patient that had treated. Making her way off the surgical floor she takes the elevator down to Trauma.

"So?" She says looking at the files in front of her.

"You all managed to deal with your non-emergent cases?"

There is a moment of silence followed by the sound of uncomfortable shuffling as the interns glance at her weariness in their eyes.

Her green eyes narrow as she glances down at the patient files noting that there is no patient history or identification document in it.

"So you saying you couldn't deal with a sprained ankle, a gash wound and a cracked rib?"

"Why the hell not?" She demands, her eye flashing in irritation. She has been here since yesterday; she has just completed a three hour surgery, not to mention she hasn't eaten. She taps her fingers in irritation on the counter waiting for answer.

"Well, you see, these guys had no ID on them and the man with the cool mask who said he's there guardian said he'd bring the documents.

"And you could have not treated them while you waited?" She snapped in annoyance.

"But hospital policy states no patient is to be treated without being identified first." The blonde intern stated.

The other two vigorously shaking their head in agreement with what she just said.

Sighing deeply she rubbed her throbbing temple.

"In emergent cases" she said her voice deadly calm, "we treat first and ID later"

"We will have a meeting tomorrow, to discuss this" she said.

"Get out of my face while I go treat your patients" grabbing the files, she hissed under her breath, "and get some common sense while you at it"

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Naruto it seemed had hadn't been treated at all, Kakashi knew hospital policy but still he mused it was strange. The blonde was dozing in his hospital bed, he's shirt pulled up revealing a sloppily placed gauze on his congealing bloody cut. Sasuke was sitting on the chair beside the bed, filling out the numerous forms with the fake information; he's bangs poking out of his hoody. He would have, taken the three boys home by know, if they had been treated and talked to Tsunade about the two in ICU, but Tsunade was according to the black haired female doctor in France as a guest speaker and wouldn't be back until two weeks. That left him with quite the dilemma. If the police saw them they would take them into custody as soon as they opened their eyes...

The sound of a raised voice reached his ears and broke him from he's thoughts, as he looked up to see three doctors, interns by the color of their pale blue scrubs, being shouted at by a attending physician. He watched as she reprimanded them hearing the words "-et out-" as she picked up a stack of files.

She swiped her card on the side of the sliding doors and entered the ER and in the worst mood possible. Tugging of her scrub cap she let out a sigh as the pressure on her head decreased.

The ER was quiet now, the lights dimmed, only two nurses on duty. Making her way to the nursing station she inquired as to which beds they were on. "Beds 3, 4 and 5 Doctor" the strawberry blonde nurse said, shooting her an apologetic look.

"Right". She nodded.

Deciding the man with the cracked rib was the most important she headed to bed 4. There were two people around the bed one with a shock of silvery-grey hair, a red bandana slanted over one eye, and a high collared jacket covering half his face, the other was sitting on the chair besides the patient, he looked like a young boy, methodically filling out a stack of forms. -Strange-

"Hello" she greeted. "I'm. , sorry for the delay"

"Its no problem" the grey haired man said cheerfully.

She nodded as she moved to the patient,

"Sir" she called gently.

"Ngh ..mmm yes, I want ramen" the blonde patient mumbled

"Sir" she called again.

Reaching out to grab his shoulders, she gently shook him out of his stupor. The events that occurred after were a blur. Cerulean blue eyes snapped open and next thing she new, one of her arms were twisted back, she was yanked forward a glinting blade at her throat.

In a flash of realization Sakura understood, the lack of documents, the interns nervousness, why these two men were being permitted into the ER this time of the night. They weren't just a ordinary bunch of guys, they were The Mob.

She recalled Tsunade's words. The policy with the Konoha's crime syndicate is simple. We treat them they pay cash, they leave.

"But they filling out hospital forms"

"I just throw them away, once their gone actually, it's to give them the impression that we have "something" on them, and discourage them from coming"

"I'm so sorry" the blonde patient blurted out as he removed the knife from her throat and released her arm.

Sakura stared at him wide eyed, how she could have been so stupid as to not realize this before. Dumb, dumb, dumb.

Gaining her composure she nodded, "It's okay sir"

The blue eyed man seemed to deflate at her words as he slipped down the bed a small hiss escaping him.

Noting this she spoke again. 'I'd like to take you down to x-ray, your preliminary exam -at least those idiots had done one- indicates a possible fractured rib, if your..." She paused glancing at the gray haired man, and guy sitting next to the bed.

"Uhm...acquaintances can wait he-"

"Actually" she was cut off by the smooth voice of the older man. "That won't be necessary, just patch him up and the other two and we'll be on our way."

"Sir, with all due respect I am the doctor he-"

She was again cut off when he spoke over her again.

"Dr. Haruno was it? "

He carried on before she could answer..

"You don't strike me as a ignorant women, and I think you know very well who we are and what we do, so fix him up and we'll be on our way."He said in a cool voice.

Sakura swallowed her entire mouth going dry, these men, they were dangerous she could here it laced in his polite words, the silent implications of what would happen if she didn't comply, but Sakura wasn't a pushover.

So she looked him squarely in his one visible and said well more liked hissed. " And you understand, this is against medical advice"

He nodded seemingly surprised at the fact she hadn't started crying or ran away.

"Well" she said turning to the blonde man in the bed, who grinned back at her sheepishly after witnessing the disagreement

"Let's get you patched up"

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Kakashi was silently impressed. This woman clearly had spunk. After patching up the boys, he had handed her the documents which Sasuke had filled out in his freakishly neat handwriting, and received a curt Thank you, before she swiped her way out of the ER her pink locks bouncing behind her.

Their hour was just about spent, that woman was quite efficient, even in her haste to have them leave.

"Sasuke, Naruto" he motioned

"Let's go"

"Meet me back at base in an hour, stay off the main routes, don't go looking for trouble" he warned, as he turned the other way. He had some business to deal with.

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Throwing the hospital forms that the Mob guy had filled out into the trashcan. Sakura sighed in annoyance. Running her fingers through her hair in frustration, she decided to get out of the hospital before she got caught up doing something again.

Maybe she mused as she through her navy blue trench coat over her scrubs and picked up her shopper, she should take Tsunade up on her offer. A week in the Seashells sounded pretty darn good right now.

Making her way out to the hospital parking she walked to her C-class two door convertible Mercedes. Sakura was a doctor she earned well and she wasn't afraid to splurge, either.

She stayed in a revised area, a old area which was taken over by architects and artist and converted into stylish apartments and sprawling lofts.

Her loft was situated in a Victorian style building with floor to ceiling windows and refurbished wooden floors, the modern building however still had a rustic old style to it with its towering wooden beams and intricately carved skirting's.

One…Two...Three, Sakura counted in her head as she watched the numbers on the elevator tick by until she came to floor seven. The elevator opened with a pleasant 'ding'. And she all but sprinted to her apartment's wooden door.

Sakura had by far one of the most tiring days ever, and thoughts of her bed and a hot shower and definitely some food were the only things keeping her from collapsing in the hall way.

Opening her door, she kicked her shoes off, relishing in the feeling of the wood under her feet. She pushed her door closed and made her way into the open planned living deciding to run a bath first and eat later, but all thoughts of that flew out of the window when she flipped her light switch on. Her handbag dropped from her fingers, her entire body froze, her heart stuttered before it began pounding against her ribs. She couldn't move. She couldn't blink. Because sitting on her suede couch, looking very much at home was the grey haired man from earlier.

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Note: I hope all you lovely people who love Naruto and Reading enjoy this. I will update Millionaire Extraordinaire. I just decided to write down the first chapter of my ideas and get these stories out there. Please review until you a writer i don't think anyone realizes how motivational they are.