A/N: Hope you enjoy my story!

Started: Thursday, July 14, 2005

Draft Finished: Friday, July 15, 2005

Fiction: Continuation

Rated: PG-13

Disclaimer: The character and names of Naruto characters belong to Kishimoto Masashi-sensei. The plot belongs to me.

Anime: Naruto

Pairings: SasuSaku, NaruHina, NejiTen, InoShika

Genre: Romance/Mystery

Summary: An AU fanfic. What happens when four young female bartenders are caught in a murder scene, making them all suspects of a cop case? Drinks all around because its . . .

"Happy Hour"

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"Good morning Konoha! It is now 6:15 A.M. The weather outside is in the high 70's-"

A hand banged on the snooze button, turning off the radio of the digital clock. Getting up from under his navy sheets, he headed toward the bathroom. The light of bathroom flashed on as he went over to the sink. His rough slender hands reached the faucet, twisting it to the right as the cold water splashed on his tired face, the face every girl would fall for. Looking in the mirror, his onyx eyes stared back at him. The raven locks were still in the same place they were despite that he slept down on them. Long bangs complimented his pale face and perfect jaw line. His exposed shirt revealed his abs of his toned figure.

Any female at the sight of him would throw themselves at the Uchiha's feet. At age twenty-four, he is still single. Single and not looking. His job prevented him to have a life and he was fine with that. The concept of having women graveling for him makes him sick. They absolute have no dignity whatsoever. Wherever he went, whispers of how gorgeous he looked were never-ending. Women would give him seductive looks, but he would always ignore them. Girls, especially in their teens would give him cutesy smiles making him scowl more every day. As if getting the stupid looks of the women around him wasn't bad enough, Sasuke continuously received calls from females who had laid eyes on him throughout the years.

The situation got so bad that he had to change his phone number a million times. Despite that, they seem to find out what number he changed it to, so he went to the next stage and bought a cell phone. The calls didn't bother him until a week later. The voicemail in his cell were then packed with various question of 'Will you go out with me?' and shrieks of girls who were excited that they found the number to his cell phone. Soon, he just blocked every incoming call, except from his work place. That didn't last long either until he got another call from another annoying woman. Right now, Sasuke didn't have a phone, a cell phone, not even a beeper. It's worst enough he have girls screaming 'I love you' on numerous messages, he didn't need to see the stupid keys of ' I (insert symbol here) 3 U.'

Turning off the running water, Sasuke placed his toothbrush on the white sink and walked into his room. The oak doors of his closet opened. Pushing the numbers of hangers aside, he put on a turquoise buttoned shirt, black slacks and a belt around his waist. After securing his sapphire colored tie around his neck, Sasuke grabbed his silver watch, car keys, badge, and wallet. Locking the doors to his apartment, he got into his car and drove off to work alone. At least until he gets down to the station and lock himself in his office and didn't come out til midnight. He would want to be anywhere but a public place. Getting out of the parking lot, Sasuke took a left and headed toward the Konoha Police Station. Yeah, he is a cop. Just another reason a woman would want him for a boyfriend. Today is just another day of hell for the Uchiha Sasuke.

Every phone at the station rang endlessly. As soon as Sasuke reached the doors, the women who worked there greeted a 'Good morning, Sasuke-kun' and walked off blushing like high school girls. Deepening his scowl, he proceeded through the room and walked into his office.

"Hey, Sasuke-teme, another million hits went on your fanclub site today," mocked the blonde at his door. Standing there, Naruto had a stupid grin on his face. A bowl of ramen was in his hands along with a pair of chopsticks. The only thing the idiot would eat is ramen. There is no time to cook when you're a cop, so you have to go 'instant' or 'takeout.' The badge on his orange dress shirt shone on his left pocket he always wore with a blue necktie. Another bad habit about being a cop was coffee. It was like a drug to Sasuke and he needed a cup NOW.

"Whatever, dobe," Sasuke said as he sank down into his black leather chair. Numerous volumes of books and encyclopedias lined the selves of the bookcase near the windows. Not a beam of sunlight is shown through anything that is transparent of the Uchiha's room. The blinds on the windows were always down. Being stalked when he is on the street is bad enough, he didn't need people to gawk at him while he is at work. Set on his on desk was the usual: a computer, a cup filled with pencils and a lamp.

"We have a meeting in like five minutes," Naruto said in-between slurps.

"Aa."

"You know what, Sasuke?"

"No, what?"

"I heard that this case is going to be an undercover thing."

"Hn."

"Ahhh, come on, I know you like a tough case."

"What is it this time?"

"I don't know, but that lazy ass is going to the meeting and mentioned something about women," smiled Naruto.

"Hn."

"Sasuke-teme, its girls we're talking about!"

"Whatever."

"Ah, who gives a-"

"Uchiha, Uzumaki," came a voice, "you're both needed at the conference room." Looking at the direction of the door, they both saw a figure standing there with a stoic look on his face. Dark brown strands of his long hair trailed down to the bottom of his fine jaw line with the rest secured in a low ponytail. Dressed in a silver shirt with his collar unbuttoned revealing a glimpse of his chest, Neji had his hands crossed. The pupil-less eyes of the Hyuuga looked straight at the Uchiha. Though their age difference was just a year apart, they had some similarities in personalities and lifestyles. Both of them are very attractive, yet, they don't seem to be interested in women. It even occurred to Naruto one time that they were both gay, but he can tell they were just sad bastards with very big egos.

Caught in between the world-is-ending-and-you-two-are-just-staring-at-each-other contest, Naruto gave a sigh. This was ritual would happen every day of the week. The boss calls them to a meeting and for the fun of it, that lazy pervert would always order the Hyuuga to go fetch them. Eventually, they would snap out of the staring trance and go on about doing what they were suppose to in the first place. Yeah, like after a good ten minutes or so.

"Oh, get a room you two, so then you guys can stare endlessly into each others eyes with an undying proclamation of lo-" BAM! A slender pen came straight at Naruto's head, knocking over the joker. His chopsticks were flung at the ceiling at the unexpected force and his bowl of ramen was held close to him warily, not wanting to drop a single molecule of miso soup on the royal blue carpet. Naruto grumbled something along the lines of 'Stubborn lovers who are just hiding their true affections for another' and stalked off to his desk to get another pair of wooden chopsticks. Their 'undying love' was something he often tease them about. It is fun to joke around the prodigies to kill the 'I'm going to murder you in your sleep' atmosphere between them. The only thing he resents is the bumps that he receives on his poor head.

"Nice of you to join us, Naruto," someone said. Present in the room was Neji, Sasuke, and the genius Shikamaru. Without taking his eye off that orange perverted book he always reads, Kakashi motioned them to take a seat on the cushion chairs of the long maple wood table. The rays of the sun danced in every corner of the room between the gaps of the blinds from the wide glass windows that had the view of the streets below them. The wall adjacent to the windows had a white overhead screen rolled down several feet. Placed on the center of the long table was a projectile, signifying that they were going to have a briefing.

Sasuke took his seat near the middle of the room and sat there with his arms crossed. Shikamaru didn't waste time and just took a seat next to Neji. They all had that bored look in their eyes, wanting to get the meeting over with. An irritated scowl was on everyone's face, except for Naruto that is. Holding a fresh pair of chopsticks, the blonde didn't get the chance to touch the moist noodles when Kakashi interrupted him to go and shut the blinds. Frowning, Naruto did what was told of him and pulled the strings to deflect the sunlight aimed in the room. Getting back to his seat next to Sasuke, he hungrily stuffed his face with ramen, keeping his eyes in front for the room. After a good minute, the silver haired pervert finally closed his book and took a remote out from his pocket. Pressing the red button, the overhead projector sprang to life, emitting a light on the screen in front.

"Last night, the forty-eight-year-old head mobster Gatoh was founded dead." A picture of a white-haired man wearing a pair of sunglasses in a black suit appeared on the screen. His wide forehead accented the sinister look he was giving to the people around him.

"The location of his death was in a bar called 'Red Love' owned by a guy name Gaara. He is a twenty-year-old male, height: 5' 8', weight 129, DOB: January 14th, and with a blood type: AB." The eyes in room gazed at the picture of the bar owner. The mop of red hair on him made him look years older. Dark circles under his eyes showed that he was suffering from insomnia. On the right side of his head was a red tattoo displaying the kanji 'Ai' for love. The deep scowl on his face showed that he was not just some ordinary bar owner. He wore a black fishnet shirt with a red vest that cut off a few inches from his arm length finished off by a pair of long dark tan pants that gave him the urban look. Though he appears to be from a city, the way he look proved him otherwise.

"We have limited information on him including where he originated from. Though his record is clean, the bar he owns has numerous ties with the gang members in town. Many secret meetings are held in there with discussions of war for the claims over the city. We have concluded that the death was not accidental. Gatoh had a lot of enemies who would give anything for his head." Kakashi continued as he pressed the next button.

"Investigators found Gatoh in a chair without any cuts, bruises, or bullet wounds. His blood had no signs of poison and he didn't seem to have any heart problems. There were no marks on his neck, so we know that he wasn't strangled to death. His death is a mystery, but I can tell there is more to the story." The room of males was still silence with only the long sounds of slurping from the loud blonde.

"The death of was reported by four young girls who worked there for a few months. Half a year tops." A picture of four girls were shown on the screen. Zooming in, Kakashi focused on the girl with pink hair.

"This is Haruno Sakura, a.k.a. Pinky at 'Red Love.' Age: 20, DOB: March 28th. Height: 5' 2'', weight: 104. Blood type: O."

"HEY, she's kind of CUTE!" Naruto bursted out with pieces of noodles flying everywhere. Glares were shot at him at his display of idiotsy. Sheepishly, the blonde rubbed the back of his head and went back to eating his ramen. Turning back their direction, the three waited for Kakashi to proceed.

"The next one is Yamanaka Ino, a.k.a. Lavender. Age: 20, DOB: September 23rd. Height: 5' 3'', weight: 112. Blood type: B."

"The girl next to her is Ten-Ten, a.k.a. Sharpie. Age: 21, DOB: March 9th. Height: 5' 5'', weight: 122. Blood type: B."

"The last one is Hyuuga Hinata." At the mere mention of that name all eyes of the room darted at Neji, who just continued to look fiercely at the person in front of them. No one said a word but eyed the Hyuuga in the room. The last suspect of this case is related to him. Usually, when a case involves family members on the investigation, it is forbidden to have them on it. However, this is an exceptional matter. They need the best to figure out this tough mystery and family ties should not be the hindrance of this case. They little knowledge about Neji's profile, but they did know the feuds between the Main and Branch families. Everyone in the city knew. Times past and the arguments between the houses had died down ever since the Heiress went out on her own and become missing. Now, she is found again and Neji had some question for her, whether she is from the Main House or not.

"Also known as Pearl at 'Red Love.' Age: 20, DOB: December 27th. Height: 5', weight: 98. Blood type: A. These four girls are the main deal to the case. Although they are just the bartenders, we believe that they can be suspects of the case. They are the eyes and ears of the bar. Your first assignment will be tonight. The four of you will have to go undercover and see what kind of information you can gather from them. I've assigned each of you to a person." Pulling out four manilla envelops from the desk behind him, Kakashi gave each of them one.

"Report back to me when you have something that might help with the case. You all are in luck," said the silver haired pervert. "The girls are going to put on a show tonight. I heard they were very talented, so keep a close eye on them. Any questions?"

Shikamaru raised his hand.

"Yes?"

"Why do we need to gather information when all we need to do is study the scene of the death?" Kakashi smiled underneath his mask he always wears, rain or shine.

"We need to determine the ties Gatoh has around the bar, and the information would not come easy. There are still unsolved gang cases and this is one of them. The information founded can help the department figure out when and where the 'Triad War' is going to happen. Now if everyone doesn't have any farther questions to ask, meeting adjure," finished their boss. Pressing the button to turn off the machine, he went over to the windows and pulled the blinds up. The sunlight brighten up the room as they left the room.

Sasuke walked out the door with the folder in his hand. He went to the lounge and poured himself a cup of coffee. The bitter brown steaming liquid reached his lips as he took a sip. There was no one in the room, so he enjoyed the peace of the morning. Living in the city is not all fun and games. There are robbers everywhere and the nights are always filled with endless sirens of police vehicles. Many crooked people in the city of Konoha. They will try anything to get a couple of bucks by either conning, or robbing some bank. But in the end, they would all get caught. They always do.

"Ahhh, look who I have!" yelled the excited Naruto, waving his papers around like a crazy maniac who have just won a million dollars. "I have Neji's cousin," his loud voice boomed the room when the door slammed shut. Taking a seat across from Sasuke, he placed down the folder with the close up photo of Hyuuga Hinata, and went to the fridge to get a can of soda. A snap of the top and Naruto drowned the whole drink in a second. Wiping the fizzy carbonated water off his mouth with the back of his right hand, Naruto went back to the table and sat down.

"So, Sasuke-teme, who do you have?" Flipping open the file in front of him, he took a glance and threw it in the idiot's direction. At first nothing came out, but then a burp replaced his gasp and he reached toward the picture of the girl. Her emerald green eyes had the look of innocence with the wide cheery smile on her face. The attire she wore displayed her tone figure and slender limps. The most unusual feature on that girl was her hair. Judging from the gazes of the people around her, the bubblegum colored hair seems to attract anyone's eyes upon looking at her.

Opening his mouth wider as if it wasn't wide enough from the surprised expression on his face, Naruto took a big breath before yelling, "YOU HAVE THE CUTE GIRL!"

A/N: How did you like the first chapter? Should I continue? Please excuse my spelling and grammar mistakes. I know it's short, but more will come if you would please review any thoughts you might have about my story. I don't mind concrete criticism just as long it is in an intelligent manner.

Thank you for reading!