Introduction; Naruto
Naruto was smart, not book smart, but smart with his words and with his hands. He could make anyone flush with a few compliments and while he's at it, steal their wallet. He should have stuck to more petty crimes, nabbing a car from a drug dealer was probably a bad idea. He thought he was just some low level junkie, and, why he wasn't no Al Capone, he certainly wasn't some street rat either, sending half a dozen dudes to surround him, and he probably had a dozen more a couple streets over. God, he didn't even get to keep the car!
Well, it could have been worse. His face wasn't unrecognisable, it was however noticeably bruised and uglier than usual. His breathing was obviously wheezy and if that didn't go away in the next couple of hours he might just need to take a trip to the Aunt Tsunade to check his insides didn't take the worse of the beating. He had a really vibrant bruise all up his arm and when he tried to move it he ended up biting through his lip. Broken, perhaps. His legs were barely touched, in an odd compassion, or maybe they were too busy beating everything waist up they forgot everything below it. Whatever it was, he was thankful, not being able to walk would probably lead to his corpse being dumped in a lake before morning. At least he could have a chance at running away.
Naruto knew he couldn't go home, the goons send were just appetizers, a warning, if he went to his home, the police or a hospital, he'd be jumped and killed. He was being played with, he knew it. The first wave of muscle was just to show a teaser of his future, Naruto knew he was a rat in a trap. But, he wasn't a quitter. If he just disappeared for a while, four months tops, he'd be safe. He just needed to survive till then.
First stop, a club. His arm was tightly wrapped in some medical tape he had stolen, he couldn't do much with his face or his hair, so he left it, bruises, messiness and all. He couldn't pull of any charm when his usually slightly above average face had become a -3 out of 10, so, he'd need to do something slightly different and simple.
The club Naruto chose was high class, it would be filled with rich, tipsy young adults, and, best of all, it had a parking lot underground. Cars were his favourite things to steal, and they came with a lot of perks, a roof over his head and the ability to move far away fast. It was kind of funny the thing that will help him escape is the thing that got him in this mess.
Getting in was easy, even when his face had been battered, his fake I.D was made by one Shikamaru Nara, and he was the best at these things. Adding Naruto's natural acting abilities, he managed to convince the bouncers he was a haughty socialite, even when he looked like he had been dragged through a cow pasture.
Glancing around he started to mentally draw a plan, he needed this car fast, and couldn't afford to have his target realise he had stolen their car till he was too far gone. He needed to be close to the exit so he could Immediately grab the car and leave. He also had to be able to grab the car keys with little difficulty. Luckily, there was someone who met all these requirements.
At the bar was a pair of girls, one was a pretty brunette, she had a pretty elaborate look with broad purple streaks on her cheeks and large purple winged eyeshadow. It was very dramatic. The girl next to her was another brunette, her long hair in a pony tail, she had an equally dynamic look, with bright red eyeshadow and triangles on her cheeks, the triangles were so sharp she must have used a ruler or something while doing her makeup. The pair were talking loudly, the red girl was noticeably drunk, while the purple girl held herself together better.
The red girl had left her car keys innocently next to her. Now, he could just grab them, but they sound they'll make when he grabs them would probably alert the pair or even grab the attention of the bar tender. He'd need to make enough natural noise that the loud jangle of the keys would be drowned out. He guessed he'd have to act like his beloved Godfather for a second.
"Hello ladies" Naruto crooned, his arms heavily draping over the girls shoulders, he leaned forward slightly and slurred his words. The pair immediately reacted how he expected.
"Get off us fucker!" Came the slurred growl from the red girl, pushing him off them, as the pair started verbally abusing him, he used the momentum from the push to grab and pocket the keys, unheard over the pairs complaints.
Not long after the pair sent one final glare and Naruto quickly walked through the exit down to the parking lot, a self satisfied grin on his face. Pressing on the key a car, a couple cars down beeped, it was sleek, silver, not the biggest, definitely designed for speed and aesthetic rather than anything else. Oh, it was perfect. It was obviously expensive but wasn't too stand out and could blend in with other cars, settling into the driver seat he couldn't help the breath he took, it smelt practically new. Ah, it probably was. His luck. Her misfortune.
It glided out of the parking lot, it was smooth and Naruto thinks he's in love.
He discovered pretty quickly it also had good brakes.
The moment she stepped into the road he had pressed the brake and for a horrified moment he thought he'd have to add a hit-and-run to his list of crimes. Luckily, the car halted, not even that close to her actually.
Her eyes were wide, bright, terrified green. She had pink hair and her outfit was yellow. She was covered in a wet red.
He let her in the car.