Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Maid in Akihabara ❯ Let's make a deal ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: All Naruto characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto.

 

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Night finally came to the busy city of Tokyo, which meant it was closing time for Master's cafe. While most of the employees had already ended their shifts, four maids were left behind to clean.

 

“Iruka, maybe you should calm down.” said Hinata, “Your peeling the paint off.”

 

Iruka, who was furiously washing a table, stop his rough treatment to realize there was a big white hole in the middle of the pink painted table.

 

“Oh, sorry.” Iruka said as he set aside his washcloth.

 

“Don't tell me you still worried about that lawsuit?” Ino asked as she wiped down the bar.

 

“Of course I am. It would be one thing if he was only suing me, but he's bringing Master's cafe into this as well.”

 

“You know.” Sakura said as she walked out of the kitchen. “I'm sure the boss would be able to pay off any amount this cafe can get sued for. Plus I bet he'll even pay your amount. That is if you act real 'grateful' in return.” Sakura ended with a wink.

 

“S-Sakura, I couldn't do that.” The dark-skinned man said with a blush coated his cheeks.

 

“Oh, don't be such a virgin!” The pink-haired girl insisted. “Just give a little shake to your behind, show a little cleavage, and you have him eating out of the palms of your hands.”

 

“Sakura, leave Iruko alone. Unlike you she's not a slut.” Ino remarked.

 

“Look, I'm just saying women were given boobs for other reasons besides breast feeding.”

 

“Yeah, yeah. Just make sure you recycle those bags.” Ino said while pointing to black trash bags lying against the cafe's front door. Sakura pouted but grabbed the bags nonetheless.

 

Ino waited for the pink-haired girl to leave the room before continuing the conversation. “So what are you going to do?”

 

“I don't know.” Iruka said with a sigh, “It's not as if I can stop the case from happening.”

 

“Well, maybe you can.” said Hinata, who had remain silent up until this point. “You could probably negotiate with him or something. Do you have a way to contact him. A name, number, work place?”

 

“No, I don't have anyway in-”

 

Here's my card if you ever want to do any business with me.

 

“Oh, hold on!”Iruka quickly dug into his apron pockets and pulled out a small business card, “Why didn't I look at this before?”

 

KAKASHI HATAKE[1]

 

 

HATAKE CO.

Tokyo, Ginza, 5-7-4 Contact Number

Tokyo, Cho-ku 170-3293 (03)-2748-8347

 

 

 

Chapter 2: Lets make a deal

 

Iruka rode his bicycle quickly down the streets of Tokyo. He rushed by pedestrians and swerved through cars stuck in traffic as he hurried to get to his destination. It was only when he came across a huge skyscraper that his speed decreased.

 

Iruka looked at the building with a sudden fear in his heart. The establishment looked at least to be an intimating 20 stories. Two muscular guards stood near the building's entrance as businessman and woman went through the swinging doors with suitcases in tow. These things, plus the serious atmosphere that surrounded the place, only reminded Iruka that he was way out of his territory.

 

The dark-skinned male chained his bikes to a rail before entering the building. As he past the swinging doors Iruka couldn't help but feel as he had just walked into a refrigerator. His skin was already covered in goose bumps and he barely spent three seconds in the building.

 

While zipping up his jacket, the dark-haired man took note of his surroundings. The tiled floors were cleaned and waxed to the point that Iruka could see his own reflection. The room was large and had several elevators built into its walls. In the middle of the vast room was a circular shaped desk. On both sides of the desk were large spiral staircases that seem to ascend for an eternity.

 

Iruka walked towards the front desk as he did he noticed that most of the workers gave him an odd look, almost as if they knew he didn't belong here.

 

“Excuse me.” Iruka said once he got to the desk. “I need to see a Mr. Kakashi Hatake, please.”

 

“Do you have an appointment?” asked the lady behind the counter.

 

“No, bu-”

 

“Sorry, but you're going to have to make an appointment.” The secretary said not even bothering to look away from her computer monitor.

 

“Well, when can I make an appointment?”

 

“Unfortunately, Mr. Hatake is busy this entire month. You're going to have to try for July.”

 

“July, but that's too long!” Iruka exclaimed.

 

“I'm sorry sir, but there's nothing I can - OH MY GOD! TOHOSHINKI!” The woman suddenly screamed as she looked at her computer screen. The yell caused everyone in the room to look at the secretary for a second before continuing what they were doing.

 

“Um...Tohoshinki[2]?” Iruka asked after checking his ears for bleeding.

 

“Yes. They're a Korean boy band that started debuting in Japan a few months ago,” said the secretary whose attitude changed from prudish to hyper active schoolgirl in five seconds flat. “They're having a concert in Akiba but unfortunately they already ran out of tickets.” The woman ended on a sad note as she continued to click away at her computer..

 

“Wait! Did you just say the concert was in Akiba.” asked Iruka.

 

“Yeah. What about it?” A smiled formed on young man's face.

 

“Call this fate, but I actually have a friend in Akihabara who buys at least 30 tickets for every concert that happens there, just so he can sell them for a higher price once their sold out. I could easily get you one. That is if you let me see Mr. Hatake today.”

 

“How do you expect me to trust you?” The secretary said while staring at the dark-haired male in disbelief.

 

“Do you have a piece of paper and something I can write with?” Iruka asked. The secretary handed the man a scrap of paper and a pen.

 

“I'm writing down my phone number, address, work number, and email.” Iruka said as he wrote on the paper, “So if you don't get your tickets, you can harass me anytime and anyway you want.” The secretary took the sheet and looked over it thoroughly before speaking again.

 

“Okay, I'll trust you but only because you have a convincing face.” The woman set the paper aside. “Get in the elevator behind me. It will take you directly to Mr. Hatake's office. While you're in there I'll warn him about your arrival.”

 

“Thank you.” Iruka exclaimed before running into the elevator.

 

“Yeah, yeah. Just don't forget my tickets.” The secretary said before the doors closed.

 

As Iruka slowly rose from floor to floor, he noticed that the elevator seemed to be built to carry only one person. The dark-haired man guessed that it was only meant to be used by the boss of the company. After what seemed like hours but were only a few minutes long, Iruka had finally reached the top floor.

 

The doors opened and the young man stepped out of the elevator, but instead of walking into a hallway like he expected, he entered a large and luxuries room.

 

“I guess she really meant it would take me directly to his office.” Iruka said to himself as he looked around.

 

Expensive paintings covered the wall. In the middle of the room was a large table that had multiple bottles of wine placed on it. Black leathered couches and chairs were spread throughout the floor. And completing the rich theme, hung an enormous chandelier that shined over the room.

 

Iruka was too distracted by so much wealth in one area that he didn't even noticed that there was another person in the room with him.

 

“If you came here only to look at my office, please leave,” voiced Kakashi.

 

“Huh? What?” Iruka said now directing his attention to the other individual in the room.

 

A scowl formed on the gray-haired man's face. “My secretary told me that you was quite persistent in seeing me today, yet from looking at you it's seem like all you want to do is waste my time.”

 

'Why is he so different from yesterday?'

 

“Um, I came here to discuss the lawsuit with you.” Iruka said in a meek tone.

 

“What lawsuit?”

 

“You mean you don't remember?” The dark-skinned male said with a shock expression on his face. He had worried a whole day and night about the situation he was in, and yet the man who dared to sue him had completely forgotten about the whole thing.

 

“How can you not remember? You got into a car accident and I pulled you out of the wreck.”

 

“Wait a minute.” Kakashi slowly got out of his chair and walked towards Iruka. The dark-haired male couldn't help himself from blushing once the older male's body was so close to him that he could feel the heat radiating off of it.

 

“The maid in Akihabara?” Kakashi softly whispered as he gazed into Iruka eyes. Unconsciously, he put his hand on one of the younger boy's cheeks.

 

“What are y-” Iruka tried to ask but was silent by a quick hush from Kakashi.

 

The businessman trailed his hand down the dark-haired man's neck. Iruka gasped but still didn't protest against Kakashi's touch, which seemed more than weird to him because he would always object when Mizuki would sexually harass him.

 

Kakashi's hand got to the zipper of Iruka's jacket which he quickly unzipped. Underneath the jacket was a white t-shirt that was thin enough to see through; and that was when Kakashi noticed it.

 

“Hey! What are you doing?” Iruka shouted once he felt the older man harshly grabbing at his chest.

 

“You're completely titless!” Kakashi said in amazement as he continued to search the man's chest.

 

“Of course I am. Men usually are.” Iruka said while pushing Kakashi's hands away.

 

“Men! You mean the reason I got into an accident the other day was because of some cross dresser!?” Kakashi said in disbelief.

 

“Well the correct term is cosplayer[3].” Iruka corrected, “Wait! How did I cause your accident?”

 

“Oh, come on. Don't tell me that you didn't know you had a face that could make men run red lights,” the older male said coyly.

 

“Your telling me the reason you got into an accident was because of my face?” Iruka asked with pink staining his cheeks.

 

“Right. Though the whole cross dressing thing was unexpected, it only gives me more reason to sue you and the little establishment you work for.”

 

“You can't sue me for something as stupid as that!” Iruka said angrily.

 

“But I can. Police take distraction hazards very seriously, no matter if person or object.” Kakashi spoke in a sly tone.

 

“Okay. Maybe I was the cause of your accident, but can you leave the cafe out of it?” Iruka begged.

 

“Why should I?” The businessman asked in confusion, “They were the ones who ordered you to be out there in the first place.”

 

“Please, the cafe means a lot to me.” Iruka began to explain, “I don't want it to have to pay for a problem I caused.” The melancholy look on the young man's face struck a chord in Kakashi's heart, causing him to take pity on the dark-haired male.

 

“Okay, let's make a deal.” Kakashi said as he slowly circled around Iruka. “I'll forget about suing you and your precious cafe.”

 

“You will?” Iruka shouted with joy.

 

“I will...” The older man continued, “...if you give me your body.”

 

Iruka's face paled. “You mean sexually?”

 

“Does that cafe mean so much to you that you would actually whore out your own body for it?” Kakashi said as he closed on the dark-skinned male.

 

Iruka stood in silence as he deeply thought the question over. Master's cafe was like a second home to him. No, better than a second home because unlike his real home he actually had people there who loved him.

 

“Yes.” Iruka finally said. An angry expression appeared on Kakashi's face, but quickly disappear before Iruka could notice it.

 

The gray-haired man pushed Iruka down on a long and large couch behind him, surprising and both scaring the younger man.

 

“What are you doing?” The dark-haired man asked as Kakashi crawled over him.

 

“If I'm not mistaken, you did just agree to give me your body, right?” Kakashi said as he hovered over the young man's face. Suddenly Iruka's body was overcome with fear, but he tried not to let it show.

 

“J-Just hurry up and get it over with.” The dark-skinned male said while closing his eyes. Kakashi smiled and abruptly got off the couch.

 

“What do you take me for, a rapist? I was only kidding.” The older man said as he straightened his suit.

 

“What?” Iruka shouted as he rose from the couch.

 

“Whats wrong? Are you disappointed?” Kakashi asked with a pervert grin on his face.

 

“Of course not!” Yelled a now blushing Iruka. 'God this guy can be a real asshole.'

 

“I wasn't lying when I said I wanted your body though.” Kakashi said as he walked back to his desk. “I want you to work as my personal secretary until you worked off enough to equal the amount of damage you've done to my car.”

 

“Thats it?” Iruka said in surprised.

 

“Yes, I expect to see you here in my office next week. If you're not here I'll follow through with the lawsuit and don't come crying back to me when I do.”

 

“Oh, thank you, Mr. Hatake!” Iruka said as he bowed respectively to the older man.

 

“Call me Kakashi.”

 

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Hours had passed and now Tokyo lit up the darken sky as its people continued to live their lives even in the night. Eating in one of the cities many restaurant were two extraordinarily rich men.

 

“So you're telling me he's cross dresses as a maid for his job?” asked a pale-skinned male.

 

“Yes it's quite odd,” Kakashi said before taking a sip of his wine, “Though I can't say the maid dress looks bad on him.”

 

“So tell me.” said Kakashi's companion, “Are you interested in this young fellow? It's not like you to not go through with an action.”

 

“Is it that obvious, Maru.”

 

“Let's just say I know you well.” Orochimaru said with a mischievous smile on his face.

 

“Well, I can't say that I'm in love with him,”Kakashi said as he stared into his glass, “But there something about his eyes that I'm just attracted to.”

 

“However you feel, I hope your sure on the fact that he's not an otaku. Your sure he's not one right?”

 

“Oh, of course not.” 'At least I hope.'

 

“Good. It wouldn't be well for a successful businessman to travel with a person who still watches anime,” warned the dark-haired figure.

 

“I know, Orochimaru.” said Kakashi, “I know.”

 

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1. I tried my best to research what type of information would be on a Japanese business card. But I only got a little bit of info because most of the data I found was in Japanese.XD But what I basically put was a Japanese phone number, a name of a sub area (because they don't have streets with names like in the west), zip code, and the numbers of the sub area, building, and street 5-7-4.

 

2. An actually Korean boy band that goes by different name in different countries. DBSK in Korea, TVXQ in China, and Tohoshinki in Japan.

 

3. I assume most of you know this word already, but just in case you don't I'll explain. A cosplayer is a person who cosplays (Costume + Play). It usually used when people dress up as anime/ video game characters, but it could also be used when a person dress up as a singer, Disney character, real life person, etc.