Naruto One-Shot (Yaoi)

Spoils

Naruto Uzumaki was having a great week.

On Wednesday, he won the big case he’d been working on.

It was the kind of case where an up-and-coming attorney-at-law could make a satisfying name for himself. Naruto’s client was a well-connected businessman known as Yamato, but who went by Tenzou in more discriminating circles. He had paid a visit to Naruto’s office personally after being indicted on tax evasion charges.

Naruto had only known of his client by reputation. In a big town, Yamato was a big name. There hadn’t been a profitable real estate transaction there in at least a dozen years that didn’t have the venture capitalist’s mark on it somehow. People who knew him respected him.

A very flattered Naruto agreed to take his case with trademark enthusiasm, promising his client an acquittal borne of a diligent and thorough defense.

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A celebratory dinner was held that evening on Yamato’s yacht. Naruto, being hailed by his client as a hero, was invited as the guest of honor.

Dinner was followed by a barely-civilized party marked by a surfeit of booze and scantily-clad revelers.

Naruto didn’t normally carouse with his clients, preferring to maintain a certain level of decorum; but he found something in Yamato’s big, dark, bird-like eyes too compelling to resist.

The two men sat together at a small table on the deck of the yacht amid a throng of lively people. Elegant notes of jazz music provided a pleasant balance to the din.

“You’re a good man, Naruto”, the blotto Yamato rambled between gulps of brown liquor. “I’m going to send more clients your way. And”, he continued, setting his glass down on the table and pointing a finger at his young attorney, “you’ll be paid quickly and tipped generously.”

“I appreciate that, Yamato”, Naruto answered with a smile, and sipped his rum and coke.

The older man smiled in return. Naruto Uzumaki had been recommended to him by his good friend and associate, Kankurou Sabaku, who assured him that Naruto was a straight shooter who did not understand the meaning of the word fail.

Yamato was extremely pleased to discover that Kankurou hadn’t been wrong. He knew the handsome blond had indeed worked tirelessly night and day on his case, at times forgoing the necessities of eating, sleeping and bathing. Naruto had done an excellent job of keeping his promise.

Yamato wasn’t a trusting sort. Years in the business of business made him that way. People who kept the word they gave were a rare find. Naruto’s earnest ways and powerful defense had profoundly endeared him to the dark-haired businessman.

Yamato might never tell Naruto just what it meant to him that he worked so hard to get him acquitted; but again, thanks to Kankurou, he knew what he could do for him in return.

He picked up his glass, which seemed to have magically refilled with his libation of choice.

“Call me Tenzou”, he told his young companion, and then took a long, burning gulp.

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Naruto went to work the next morning with an unrepentant spring in his step. He opened the door of his office to find a kaleidoscope of flowers in a vase on his receptionist’s desk.

“What is this?” Naruto asked as he approached. Ino was a beautiful woman who had often received floral deliveries, though none of such majesty. The scent of the bouquet filled the room.

“They came for me”, she informed him with a pretty smile. “They’re from your client.”

Naruto didn’t need to be told which client it was. “I told you, you should have come with me last night. I think he missed you”, Naruto said with a wink.