This Dark, Dangerous World

Written by: Self Proclaimed KingofDDR

Now, I think a little intermission is in order. This will help explain some of the main plot of the story, as well as reveal some of the powerful enemies (or allies, depending on how things go) that Naruto and Sasuke will encounter. This chapter is basically filler, so it isn't as long as the others. But I hope you like it regardless!

Intermission

The Meeting of the Twelve

Deep within the Ruins of the D.C Area, twelve individuals prepare to meet and discuss things in an undisclosed location...

Within said location, the lights are dim, providing little to no visual aid, and making it hard to see the other people within the room. But that's just how the twelve liked it.

"So, we have all decided to meet here all at once for the first time in years...whatever is being said tonight must be very important indeed..." A Voice said in the darkness, light with a British accent.

"Humph, it had better be important. Are you aware that your little mutant freaks nearly blew my head off on the way here?" A gruff voice said, glaring across the room at a VERY tall figure.

"You are fully aware that we have to keep up appearances, you understand. Just think of what those Brotherhood Of Steal fools would do if they found out about our little...organization," The tall figure said, waving it off. "Besides, I only sent the weak, expendable ones to you. You shouldn't have any problem taking them down."

"Try telling that to the one who pulled out a freaking MINIGUN. You have any idea how hard it is to dodge something like that?!" An even gruffer voice shouted towards the giant figure.

"Now, Now, I'm sure we can settle this without any bloodshed. We should save that for our potential meals...I mean, enemies...after all," A slightly more unstable voice said.

"I say let the blood flow, and the gore splatter! It's been FAR too long since I've had the warm taste of blood and flesh in my mouth!! HehHehHehHeh!!!" A very insane voice laughed.

"Must it always go back to blood and flesh for you, you uncouth savage?" A suave voice scoffed in disgust.

"Database says that, in accordance with flesh-bag's combat style and rapidly increasing insanity, yes, flesh-bag must always go back to blood and flesh," A cold monotone rang in the darkness, not quite sounding human.

"Humph. Listen to you with all you 'database' this and 'database' that. In REAL combat, no number of facts and logic will help you. It's just more likely to get you killed," A young boyish voice said.

"It doesn't matter how it's done, so long as its done. And we can make a profit out of it," a smooth voice said.

"That's why I like you, man. You know just what makes the war-ravaged world go around," A flirtatious female voice sounded out.

"I believe the time for pleasantries has long passed," A very familiar voice to those within the Wasteland said. "We are all aware of why we are here, correct?"

"Of course," The smooth voice said. "We are cleary here to discuss what has occured within the span of one day."

"Namely, how those two brats came to be in the Capital Wasteland in the first place," The slightly unstable voice said.

"Humph. It's a good thing that that dumbass, Three Dog, has all the news that we want to hear. Idiot doesn't realize that by spreading word about the 'Good Fight', all he does is make it easier for us to keep tabs on the Wasteland," The first gruff voice said.

"Good thing, indeed," The British voice agreed.

"I still can't get my mind wrapped around the idea that a young child of no more than 12 or 13 can take out an entire pack of those mutts single handedly! And Bare-Handed to boot!" The suave voice said.

"Don't forget. If that asshat Three Dog's report was correct, then that jackass Max saved his ass before he brought the big one," The Second gruff voice growled. "That asshole Scavenger has been a thorn in our side for months now..."

"We'll handle him when the time arises, Jack," The female voice said. "The important thing is to figure out if these little boys are a threat to how we run things around here."

"You seriously don't think that two young children can mess up everything we've worked toward, do you?" The tall figure said.

"Previous dealings have stated that one cannot be too cautious in a place called the Capital Wasteland," The Monotone voice said.

"Not to mention the way they showed up here. I mean, coming through a Lightning Bolt? That's not normal," The Boyish voice said.

"If that were true, then they already be a well cooked meal for me and my little pets! HehHehHehHeh!!!" The Insane voice said.

"It doesn't matter how they got here. All that matters is seeing to the fact that they don't interfere with our grand design," The familar voice said. "We should simply observe them for now. And if the need arises, then..."

The Voice was cut off by the sound of a small phone going off in the room.

"Oh, I'm very sorry. I thought I had silenced that. But it must be my loyal servant, Mr. Burke," The British voice said, answering the phone. The rest were silent as the man spoke. After a bit of time passed, the man hung up his Cell Phone.

"Well, I seem to have a spot of good news! It appears that Burke has located one of the children, and is about to make contact," The man said.

"Hmmm...that is splendid news indeed," The Familiar voice said. "Make sure to let your subordinate know to keep the boy in his sights, until we can figure out his true intentions, Mr. Tenpenny."

"Understood," The Man nodded.

"Well, now that we've gotten one of the children somewhat under our control, we should focus on the blond one. If Max did indeed save him, then he should be within the automatic walls of the Scrapyard," The familiar voice said. "Eulogy. Since your home of Paradise Falls is near that direction, make sure that your slavers keep tabs near and around that place. We must ascertain just how much of a threat this young man can be."

"No problem, Pres Eden," the smooth voice, now known to belong to Eulogy Jones, said.

"As for the rest of us, we shall simply bide our time until we gather the info that we need. Afterwards, we shall make our move," The Voice of (Self-Proclaimed) President John Henry Eden said. "Remember Gentlemen. We must not make any mistakes. Not when we have come so far. And this meeting never happened. Understood?"

"Right!" Everyone said.

"Very well. Let's us return to our homesteads until next we meet."

And that's all. You have now caught a glimpse of the Twelve Corners of The Wastes group that Burke mentioned in the last chapter. And the known members so far are Eulogy Jones, Alistair Tenpenny, and President Eden. The others shall be revealed in time.

Catch you next continue!