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Glitter and Blood	By : AvangalineHazel Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1156 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Beware the plot bunnies and their pointy little teeth. As of the warnings on this one, it’s got a bit of everything, some I will use and some I might not depending on how it goes. This is a work in progress after all.
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He’d been a detective in the Federal Bureau of Investigation for a long time but even he was having trouble looking at the images strewn about the table in preparation for his young partner’s arrival. Yes, these images, these killing were like nothing else Kakashi Hatake had ever seen before.
Brutality, drugs, blood and finally death. All these things were paramount in the city of fallen angels, Los Angeles and every time the bureau called him down here he found himself hating this place even more. He wasn’t like the tourists that visited this place; he’d learnt to scrape away the fine layer of paint that kept the seedy underground from escaping too far into the spotlight in order to find the horror that need to be dealt with.
But the police of this damn city had made a big mistake this time that had virtually ripped the paint clean off. They had waited too long to involve the FBI and their bungled attempts to keep these murders out of the media had only made it worse because recently the killings had increased, both in in their violence and also in visibility, almost as if the killer was starting to exhibit his crimes, indicating to the silver haired agent that the person responsible was not appreciating being ignored. He wanted his message out there; he wanted his chosen from of prey to know they weren’t safe anymore.
Kakashi’s one visible eye shifted to a pile of newspapers by the crooked little table he sat at but none of the bold black headlines jumped out at him because despite their varied text they all said the same thing to him. There was a serial killer in Los Angeles and it didn’t seem that bodies would stop showing up anytime soon.
Yep, the LAPD had fucked this one up royally and the situation was most certainly going to get a lot worse before it got any better and what sucked the most was now his head on the chopping block instead of some aging chief of police who had attempted to handle something so complex on his own.
Sure the police hated the FBI and Kakashi had a list of officers from around the country that he would rather kick in the shins than help out but that was irrelevant now. The body count was nearing the double digits and with a new victim showing up every two weeks like clockwork it would only be a matter of time before it did.
These people were innocent, well maybe not innocent in the sense of the word but their lives became paramount over the stupid grudge help between police and FBI. Kakashi rubbed at his temples at the thought of working with the local officers on this case.
Jeez why don’t we just involve the CIA too, thought Kakashi with a bittersweet smile, then we can see how bad my headache gets before my brain explodes.
So distracted was Kakashi by the growing pressure in his head and his own twisted brand of humour that he didn’t notice the door to the hotel room he was sharing with his partner open and said partner enter, depositing his two small travel bags on the free bed with a thud.
“I told you,” Kakashi smirked as younger man sat down across from him at the dingy little table on the only other chair in the room, breaking him out of his thoughts, “you should have flown with me, I never get delayed but since we’re on the topic how was the three extra hours you spent at the airport? Buy anything for little ol’ me?”
Kakashi watched amazed as his partner reached into his black suit jacket and he became excited at the thought that the other man had actually brought him something but that excitement fizzled away as his gift hit him in the forehead before falling to the table top.
“Oh wow Sasuke, airplane peanuts,” said Kakashi as he picked up the packet and tore into it with mock enthusiasm, “you shouldn’t have.”
“Hn.”
That one syllable was Sasuke’s main form of communication. In fact unless he was questioning a witness or reading a suspect their rights it was all the young man ever really needed to say. Those that knew him could decipher the subtle variances of the expression and those that didn’t know him had no need to.
Kakashi studied Sasuke as he reached across the table to take some of the photographs he had been studying. At twenty four years old Sasuke Uchiha was the youngest agent he had ever worked with and after being partnered with him for a year and half he found that of all the people he had ever worked with he liked Sasuke the best.
He was a genius at practically everything Kakashi had ever seen him do and he was attractive as well. His hair was an odd mix of blue and black that constantly changed depending on what light he was in and it stuck up in the back in a variety of directions. When he had asked about the odd style the raven had told him that they had something in common, hair that no amount of styling or product could tame.
His eyes were just as dark as his hair, black pools with a stare that could make even the tightest lipped of criminals think twice about withholding information. He wasn’t exactly the tallest of men and his sleek muscular made him look smaller than he was but Kakashi knew better. Beneath the penguin suit they had to wear and pale porcelain skin he was deceptively strong and very fast. Just because he didn’t have arms like tree trunks and hands that could crush skulls didn’t mean he wasn’t deadly. Another thing they seemed to have in common.
“This is like nothing I’ve ever seen before,” Sasuke said quietly, echoing Kakashi’s thoughts from only a few moments ago as he flipped through the photographs in his hand, “I can see now why I was told not to look at these on the plane, I could only imagine how someone would have reacted if they had seen them.”
Kakashi simply nodded and continued to study the raven, looking for his reaction to the images. Sasuke wasn’t weak or anything, he didn’t faint at the sight of blood or go green like he used to when he was a rookie agent but if it was possible the older agent though the Uchiha may have just paled a little more, if that were even possible.
Sasuke moved a slender finger across the image he had just come to, tracing the line of a clearly broken jaw, the blood splatters on the skin strangely seeming not out of place with the smeared and tear streaked makeup the young man in the photograph was wearing.
The silver glitter the man wore on his eyelids did little to highlight his now lifeless eyes, instead bringing to light the swelling of his eyes that were a result of a beating he must have received before his death. Sasuke couldn’t tell the exact colour of the man’s hair, there was too much dried blood, and that was just a shot of the victims face. He didn’t really want to see what the rest of the body looked like.
“So you got all the files faxed through,” Sasuke asked as he set the images aside, deciding that he had seen enough, “give me the basics.”
Kakashi leant down and grabbed a rather full manila folder from his brief case at his feet before rattling of the basics of the case, knowing Sasuke would look it over in detail later, and then again after that, “we’ve got six victims so far, turning up once every two week. The dump point are varied but it’s always somewhere that the body can be found with the last one being found in his home three days ago with no signs of forced entry. As for a connection between victim they really only have one.”
“Male prostitutes,” Sasuke said glancing at the man in the photograph as he interrupted his partner, “or something along those lines.”
“Yeah but mostly high end, not one of them have ever worked on a street corner as far as we know,” Kakashi said as he handed over a few of the victims profiles to the raven, “the victims come from three specific clubs offering services for the gentleman caller that are all more than happy to blame each other for this mess considering there is something of a territory war going on between them with them being within one hundred and fifty meters of each other. Keep in mind though that all this information comes from the local law enforces who most likely missed something in some, if not all, areas of investigation.”
Sasuke raised an eyebrow at that but didn’t question it, already being highly aware of the older agents dislike for not only the police of this area but the area in general, “what about the one doing this, any information on that front?”
“I'm waiting for a more detailed report to come through from Iruka back at headquarters but he says were most likely looking for a man around thirty who is either closet gay or bisexual and from the sheer ferocity of the attacks he most likely hides that by excessively working out and being a man’s man.”
“Iruka?”
“Yeah, you know the new psychoanalyst slash criminal profiler in our department; he’s got that cute little scar on his nose?’ Kakashi paused for a moment before something caught his attention, “that was what you took from all that information?”
“No,” Sasuke gave a wry smile before standing from the table and collapsing on his bed, “I just wanted to know if you were interested or not since you and Ibiki had that little fight in the copy room before we left.”
“You heard that?” Kakashi groaned as he too threw himself onto his bed.
“Yeah, me and the whole department,” Sasuke said through a yawn, “do you mind if we put off going to talk to the separate clubs till a little later, it was a long trip.”
Kakashi waggled his eyebrow even though the Uchiha couldn’t see it, “that’s okay with me, in a few hours it will be business time for them.”
Sasuke sighed and stared up at the peeling cream paint on the roof before he pulled himself up of the bed and grabbed the keys for their rental car before turning to Kakashi expectantly, “we’ll go now.”
Kakashi pouted for a moment but he too got up eventually and grabbed his discarded badge off his nightstand and grabbed some files off the desk for Sasuke to read over while they ate before following the raven out the door, “you never let me have any fun, and what about you nap?”
“We won’t be able to talk to anyone while their “working” so I figure we go earlier and interview a couple of people before they start,” Sasuke reasoned, “besides if we go during business time and I let you have your fun then I won’t get any sleep at all.”
“Fine,” the sliver haired agent grumbled and he trudged down the stairs after his partner, “wanna get something to eat first, we have some time.”
“Well since you ate my peanuts I am a little hungry,” Sasuke chucked the keys over his shoulder as he spoke, “you can drive.”
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“Tell me about the clubs,” said Sasuke as he stared out the window while Kakashi drove them to the district where all three clubs were located. He had wanted to ask over their early dinner but to his dismay his partner had taken him to a fast food place where he had to endure the screams of small children and the distinct lack of silence. Talking about gruesome murders and businesses that traded sex for money most certainly wouldn’t have gone down well there.
“We’ve got three establishments each within two hundred meters of each other, hence the turf war. It’s hard for one place to business when potential customers see something else down the street that catches their eye. Anyway first off we’ve got The Snake Pit, their more of a dance place, lots of lights and smoke machines and poles. Then they have their specialty items like whips and cuffs and…other things. They let in just about anyone as long as their willing to pay and the strange thing with that is that out of all three places they only have one victim.”
Sasuke nodded silently seeing what Kakashi was getting at. If anyone could get in then that meant there would be higher opportunity for the killer to stalk prey, it would be easier, “so we’re looking for someone who goes to The Snake Pit but can also pass whatever standard the others have,” Sasuke found himself wrinkling his nose at the name of the establishment, the double-entendre sounded a little wrong in his head.
“The other two are called Arabian Nights and The Dancing Leaf. These two are similar in the fact they have more of a burlesque kind of feel to them. You sit down, you have a nice drink and you watch the show. Then if you see something you like you talk to the hostess, she makes the arrangements and you take your new friend upstairs for an hour or two. You can do the same thing at the snake pit as well but there you get an opportunity to sample the wears on the dance floor,” Kakashi smirked as he watched the Uchiha cringe slightly beside him but otherwise hide his distaste, “Arabian Nights has two victims and Dancing Leaf has three.”
“Well why don’t we start there then,” Sasuke suggested, “it’ll take the longest to process and I’d rather visit The Snake Pit in daylight if you don’t mind.”
Kakashi laughed outright, “You sound nervous Sasuke, don’t tell me a hardened agent like yourself is afraid of a few harmless little snakes and a toy here and there.”
Sasuke mumbled something indiscriminate before he turned his attention back to the real world outside the passenger window. He had only ever been to Los Angeles one with his family when he was younger and even then it had never felt like anything special to him, just another city with the same problems as one on the other side of the county. They all had their different levels of society and those that society stepped on. They had gangs and drugs and murders and every horrible thing under the sun all wrapped up in a concoction of steel and crafted stone that he found suffocating.
He’d rather be somewhere he could breathe, without another person for miles. Somewhere green and untouched, where the only thing you could hear was the sounds of the natural world going about its business around you. If he didn’t have to live in a city for work purposes the Uchiha was sure he would most likely be a hermit somewhere near the Rocky Mountains or living in a shack on some secluded beach that only the locals knew the name of like his father had always secretly dreamed of doing.
“We're here Sasuke,” Kakashi said as he pulled up and parked the car in front of an old Victorian three story home that was in need of a little love here and there and seemed out of place among the slowly lighting neon that the raven hadn’t even noticed appear during his musings, “Dancing Leaf has had three victims so far, Kotetsu Hagane, Choji Akimichi and Asuma Sarutobi, you read their files over dinner. The hostess here is a woman named Tsunade and she has a bit of a reputation for seriously injuring her patrons that don’t follow the rules she’s set up here to protect her wears.”
“Wanna flip a coin to see who deals with Mr. Hagane’s best friend?” Sasuke asked as he tucked his small notebook into the inside pocket of his suit jacket.
“Nah I’ll do it,” Kakashi said stepping out of their rented black Holden commodore, “I’ve worked with you long enough to know how you feel about tears and I wouldn’t want you to be insensitive and get us thrown out by the dear hostess,” Kakashi moved around the car to where the Uchiha was now standing before making sure it was locked and moving up the few stairs at the front of the house with his partner in tow, “besides I brought the supplies needed to deal with him.”
Kakashi pulled a tissue out of his pocket and waved it is Sasuke’s face before tucking it back into his pocket then he straightened his suit and knocked on the door, avoiding the large brass knocker. They didn’t have wait very long before they heard several locks click and slide before the door was opened to reveal an older woman who was rather blessed in the bust area with long blonde hair that looked like it was half way through being styled and resembled nothing of beauty in its unfinished state. She was wearing a deep green brocade robe that swayed just above the ground as she moved forward to shake hands with Kakashi, “Agent Hatake I presume.”
“Yes we spoke on the phone,” Kakashi smiled as he took the woman’s hand with just as much vigour as she had his. A lot was measured in a handshake and the agent had to admit that this woman certainly didn’t fall short.
Tsunade’s honey coloured eyes strayed to the Uchiha and she held out her and to him to, waiting for Kakashi to introduce her to someone she hadn’t been expecting, “this is my partner Agent Uchiha.”
“Yeah you mentioned him,” Tsunade said as she released the boys hand but continued to size him up with her eyes, “he’s just not what I was expecting,” She stepped back and opened the door wide enough for the two men to enter before closing it behind them and locking it up again.
As she busied herself with the gargantuan task Sasuke took in the large hall way they stood in. The walls were bare of any adornments but the wall paper was a deep red with small gold flowers here and there at random intervals, removing the need for any. The floor was a varnished wood that resembled the colour of the hostess’s eyes and the end of the hall was blocked of by a heavy of white curtain, keeping the rest of the house, and anything that might be going on, from view. There was a small wooden lectern the same colour as the floor set up in front of the curtain but it was vacant at the moment because no one needed to be seated. There were two doors on either side of the hall, again done in the same wood but they were both closed and the only light came from a large arch window above the door but the two small fake crystal chandeliers hanging from the roof would bring adequate light to the room once the sun went down and the fun started.
Once done with the door Tsunade walked past them to the curtain, “this way boys,” was all she said before disappearing through the fabric, leaving he men to follow her into her own sinfully sweet world with little knowledge of what they were really walking into.
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A/N: What did you think, worth continuing? Also I know nothing about Los Angeles or American in general, I'm sure it’s a very nice place and I feel kind of bad unleashing a murderous serial killer upon them, does stuff like that even happen there? Oh and is the head guy of the police in each separate place called the chief in America, not really sure. I was going to say the super intendant but I thought that might only be what it’s called in Australia.
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