Delinquent

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Delinquent

SasuNaru- (GASP) 8D Yus you read that correctly. SASU-SEME! XD

Rated M- Psh. Like I ever write anything else.

Giftfic for the amazing Yuuko Uchiha XD Was supposed to be a drabble but O_O....I'm starting to believe I can't write anything short....

Disclaimer: Pssh. Yeah. Right. If I owned Naruto there is no way in hell Disney could have bought the rights to it. So no, no ownage.

Beta: The WUNNERFUL Jelp, who came through in a total pinch. XD LUFFS HER!

Summary: "Oh Naruto!" Sasuke sighed. "They cuffed me and dragged me here! It was so horrible! I'm traumatized, hold me!" Naruto growled. "I'd believe you more if you HAND WASN'T ON MY ASS UCHIHA!"

Warnings: Sasuke is slightly OOC in the beginning but never fear, he gets all right in the end. Oh and you know that thing 'Mirandarizing', its where the cop gets the baddie and goes, "You are under arrest, anything you say can and will be used against you in a ...blah blah blah." Criminal has to be read his rights or the police can't legally apprehend him. XD. Enjoy.

The usual hubbub of the police station was broken by a loud crash, a bang, and then a stream of the most volatile-and familiar-cursing the law office had ever heard.

Chief Kakashi Hate sighed.

Into the busy holding area came Genma and Raidou, two of the KHPD's best beat cops, carrying a squirming, writhing, cursing bundle. The figure was tossed headfirst over Raidou's shoulder and his legs were tucked firmly under Genma's arm.

"Put me down you-"

"You want down Uchiha? You got it." And the burly cops unceremoniously flung the teen unto a steel chair and handcuffed him.

The pale teen, a bit muddled from the blood rushing back into the rest of his body, shook his dark, rats' nest of a head of hair and then, reassuming control of his faculties, looked up with hateful black eyes, and began to curse their ancestors.

"Christ," Ibiki muttered as he exited the interrogations room and saw the lanky form of Konoha's worst juvenile delinquent.

"What the fuck did you do now, boy?"

"Your daughter," the grumpy mass shot back. "I'd have done your mother too but all that flab made me sick."

Ibiki went red in the face. "You little mena-"

"Ibiki," a soft, calm voice countered. "Don't. You know he only does this to rile you up. If you lash out, he wins."

"Well, hello to you too doc," Sasuke called nastily to the team criminal psychologist.

"Still mind fucking honest criminals, Iruka?"

"Good Evening Sasuke," the brown haired man replied evenly. "Would you mind telling us why you're here today?"

Sasuke shot him a nasty glare from under disheveled, dirty black bangs. "I didn't do nothing! Here I was on 5th Street minding my own damn business-"

"-five blocks from the B&E at the seven eleven-" Raidou cut in.

"-MINDING MY OWN DAMN BUSINESS," Sasuke railroaded "talking to a girlfriend of mine-"

"- You mean collecting money from that prostitute you pimp who also happened to be wearing a coat matching the description of the one the proprietress reported missing-" Genma interjected

"-when tweedle dumb and tweedle dumbfuck here grabbed me, cuffed me, and dragged me here."

Sasuke leaned back into his chair displaying his half naked body shamelessly. He was dressed in scuffed army issue boots, leather pants, and a leather overcoat with the old Uchiha emblem stitched painstakingly into the back. His chest was wrapped by a swath of white bandages and nothing else. He was a beautiful boy...anybody could see that, from the defined cut of his abs and hip bones to the muscles in his thighs and the strong, aristocracy in his face.