The Darkness Before Dawn

Orders

Pein stood outside the heavy mahogany door. He collected his thoughts, sighed and entered the room. A tall man with short, black, spiked hair was standing facing the wall of windows that covered his office. Upon hearing Pein approach, he turned around to face him. His left eye was missing and the right side of his face and body was scarred. Obito Uchiha had leveraged his story of wartime heroism and sacrifice into a flourishing political career and now his term was being rocked by these occurrences of violence and disease.

"Well?" He asked his Chief of Police. "We're working on it. There might be links to cold cases from around the Nations but that is just speculation at this point." "Do you have any suspects?" "No, but Itachi is working on a profile to help us narrow our search." "Do you think this is all the work of one person? Or should I be worried that the Mafia has made a reappearance?" "It's not the Mafia as it's not their style. However, we are working around the clock to solve these cases." Obito leaned on the back of his chair and nodded, "good. Get this shit figured out before I name your replacement!" With that, Pein bowed and left the office.

Yukiko sat at her vanity struggling to straighten her wildly curly hair. "Goddammit! Piece of shit! UGH!" she exclaimed as she threw the straightener into the hallway. It landed on the hardwood floor and clattered to a stop at Tenno's feet. Curious, he bent down and picked up the beauty tool. He looked around and saw Yukiko at her vanity. "Mistress?" he asked from her doorway. She turned to face him with a look of embarrassment on her face. "Sorry Tenno!" she said. He smiled and stepped into her room and stood behind her. "May I?" he asked, taking a section of her locks in his hand. She merely nodded and he set to work.

Hours later her hair was perfectly sleek and straight and Tenno had styled it into a French twist. He had expertly applied her makeup: a grey smoky eye with a natural glossed lip. She gasped at her reflection and gave him a bright smile. "Thank you!" she gushed as she looked at her hair from every angle. "What do you wish to wear?" Tenno asked.

Yukiko smoothed her figure hugging rose coloured dress and slipped into a pair of black strappy heels with lacing crossing over the ankles and up her shins. Tenno helpfully tied the lacings for her and held out her black clutch. Once she was ready, he escorted her to the black sleek BMW sedan with tinted windows. "Where to, Mistress?" "Lèvres Rouges please."

Konan sat on a bar stool, turned to see who was coming and going from the entrance and exits of the nightclub. She absentmindedly dipped her olives in her martini and rested her chin on her hand. Luckily her resting bitch face kept many enquiring men from approaching her. She sighed as she glanced at the thin gold watch on her wrist.

"Waiting for someone?" Konan turned to look at the woman standing next to and slightly behind her. She stifled a gasp as the cute girl with her hair in a bun that she remembered from yesterday had changed into this sexy vixen. Konan's amber eyes roamed Yukiko's bust and hips as the rose dress clung almost indecently to her curves. The heels she had on made her lean and sculpted legs appear even longer but what really caught her attention were Yukiko's lips. They looked sweet and innocent and Konan had to remind herself that she didn't know anything about this woman or what her motives were. But she was dying to find out. 

Yukiko slid gracefully onto the barstool next to Konan. "Old Fashioned please" she said to the bartender who nodded and placed her drink in front of her. "So. What are your questions?" She turned, crossing her legs and facing Konan. She nervously took a sip of her martini before answering "do you know what caused the virus? Or who killed the two in the West Block?" Yukiko tapped her chin before sighing, "and I was hoping you'd be more fun than this." "What do you mean?!" Konan ranted. Yukiko smiled, "does all work and no fun make Konan a dull girl?" she asked as she leaned closer to the other woman.

Konan blushed a little and leaned back so that Yukiko's temping lips weren't so close to her own. "Why don't you ask me something interesting?" Yukiko asked while seductively licking and gently sucking on the whiskey soaked maraschino cherries in her drink. Her blue eyes showed amusement as the usually verbal reporter was, for once, at a loss for words. Chuckling, Yukiko said "I'll start. You're unhappy in your marriage," she said indicating to the indents on Konan's ring finger from having worn a ring there for so long, "you want more recognition at work, hence why you've agreed to meet me here and based on how you're looking at me, I'd say a little lonely."

Konan looked at her left hand, unable to remember the last time she wore her engagement and wedding rings and that made her feel a little ashamed. Her husband has been absent from their marriage for years and while she had some flings, no one had been capable of filling the hole left in her heart. "I asked you to meet me here because you had information!" She said, trying to keep the tension from her voice.

Yukiko giggled and indicated for another drink. "I said I knew information. I never said I would tell you what it was." Konan just about smashed her glass on the woman's head out of annoyance but then she looked into Yukiko's blue eyes and couldn't read any malice in them. "Mmmmmm" the ombré hair coloured woman said as she felt the caramel coloured liquid go down her throat, feeling the smooth and slight burn. She picked out another whiskey soaked cherry from her glass, held it between her long manicured fingernails and rubbed it on her lips.

She turned to Konan and asked her to close her eyes. "Why?!" The woman retorted. "If you want my information then trust me and do as I ask" Yukiko said with an enticing tone to her voice. Konan thought about it and decided the best way to get what she wanted was to humor Yukiko.

She felt a soft, albeit sweet and slightly sticky, pair of lips kiss hers tenderly. Konan returned the kiss, a small moan coming from her throat as she leaned into the kiss. She could feel her wetness seeping into her thong and knew her underwear would be soaked in no time. Yukiko slid her tongue past Konan's lips and into her mouth, exploring and tasting her martini and the sweetness of the cherry that Yukiko had moved into Konan's mouth while kissing her with a passion that Pein used to kiss her with.

Yukiko pulled away, threw some banknotes onto the bar top and got off her stool. She scribbled a number onto a napkin and placed it between Konan's plump breasts. "Call me" she said as she left the nightclub, a pair of amber eyes following every move her curves and ass made.