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Parasomnia	By : Usha Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Itachi/Naruto Views: 1903 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, nor do I make any money from this writing.
Warnings: Blood, hints of sexual situations/intent, and language.
Beta-ed by: Akiru chan, who guessed the killer after a weekend of interrogation. xD
It’s always strange how when something becomes clear, everything else connects as well. It’s like studying for a test, where the first few times you don’t remember the answers but there will be a certain point in time when suddenly everything will come to you. After that point, a sense of calm rushes over your body and for the longest time you feel as if you’re sitting in a haze before the world starts to speed up once again…especially when the circumstances are against you.
Then you realize how daunting the situation can really be.
At the realization, all other things blank out and the only thing you can hear is your heart racing in your ears as it moves the blood through your body. But that feeling quickly turns to dread and your blood turns to ice underneath your skin while you break out into a cold sweat. Realization often comes at a heavy price and more often than not, the answer was always right in front of you; dancing around you in a dangerous dance, waiting for you to slip.
And the question is; are you ready to face what you have just learned?
Despite every nerve in Itachi’s body that wanted him to bolt out of the room, he willed himself to sit still. He was still considered a prime suspect; the only suspect at that and he had no way of proving his innocence. The real killer had made certain of that.
Instead, he was forced to sit still and try to look indifferent while he continued to watch everyone in the room. As the interactions continued, it only cemented his belief and he squirmed in his chair impatiently. He was playing with fire and there was no doubt, he would be burnt in the process, but sitting back and not saying anything was worse. Burns can be healed or ignored, but death is forever.
The raven felt naked to the world as he tried to grasp the truth that raced around his head. It was as if it was trying to claw its way out of his mind and was slowly tearing at him while everyone stared down at him in disgust. He had seen the discrete glances cast his way by not only his brother but by Kakashi and Minato and he desperately wanted to scream that he didn’t do it. But he wouldn’t act like a little child in this case.
The killer was playing a dangerous game and he was going to respond back with one just as dangerous. He truthfully had nothing to lose seeing as everyone thought he was guilty, but he had everything to gain from it. He knew he was smart enough to play the game, but there were still several pieces that could fall anyway and it was the element of uncertainty that made everything so dangerous. Itachi’s eyes slid shut while he linked his fingers together and rested his chin on them.
In his mind, he started to work backwards at a slow pace. Reviewing everything that he knew now and trying to connect it to things that had happened in the past, and more importantly, the events that had just unfolded. All other noises disappeared until nothing but silence surrounded him while he carefully shifted through the information. Everything was there for the taking and he knew it all, but the next step of this game was to find the correct piece to play the first part.
Someone who knew what to look for and could work under the radar. And more importantly; loyal.
“Sai.”
Madara glanced up from his papers and looked towards him, “What?”
“Call Sai and get him down here.”
His uncle looked at him, “It’s his day off today and why would you want him here? Last I checked, you didn’t like him.”
“That may be, but I would like another opinion before anymore fingers are pointed at me.”
“Itachi, he can’t work on this case; he’s family.”
Itachi smirked, “Not legitimately, he removed himself again last summer. He’s free to work this case.”
Madara inclined his head, “I’ll page him then, although I don’t know what you’re expecting to find.”
“Trust me on this one.”
The eldest Uchiha shrugged before pulling out his phone and Itachi turned his attention away from his uncle. His gaze settled on Kakashi who was looking at his watch and telling Minato that they needed to leave. The blond was still a little tense due to the fact that his son hadn’t been found yet and Itachi was glad that he wasn’t turning his wrath on him.
Kakashi ushered the parents out the door and looked back at Itachi, “I’m going to let them speak with Tsunade for a while and then I’ll be back so we can talk about last night. We’ll need to document everything that you may have remembered as well as your…unusual dream.”
The door shut behind them and Itachi stood up, relieved to finally be able to move again. He wanted to pace the office floor and tell Madara everything he suspected but he needed one more confirming piece of evidence before he could talk. His feet led him to the window and he looked down at Sasuke.
His brother glared up at him and snarled, “What?”
“I need you to move for a moment Sasuke.” He said, voice deathly calm.
Sensing an unmentioned threat, Sasuke moved to the side after snorting softly. Once he moved out of the way, Itachi stepped forward and glanced out of the window while his heart raced anxiously. Sure enough, the greenhouse was visible from the window and it was with growing dread that he realized the building could be seen from the desk area as well. A shiver ran through his body as his eyes focused on the snow outside.
His eyes narrowed at the powder substance and he placed a hand on the cold surface of the window, “Has anyone been allowed outside?”
Madara looked at him, “The entire building has been on lock down since the body was found this morning. It was hard enough to get inside; I can only imagine how hard it is to get out right now. Why?”
Itachi strained his neck to try and see around the window’s edge before he pulled back a bit. Earlier this morning Tsunade had said that, the building was completely shut down and that no one was allowed outside.
So why were there footprints in the freshly powdered snow?
“I know where Naruto is.”
His uncle leaned forward in his chair, “You’re still under suspicion Itachi and you’ll need proof that you didn’t do it; besides Naruto’s word.”
“I realize that.” Itachi answered and moved from the window, “I need to see the police report.”
“It’s on the desk and Sai said he’s on his way over.”
Itachi nodded absently and picked up the folder. He wasn’t a CSI and he didn’t know what he was looking for, but he needed something that would allow Sai to search the building for him. His eyes skimmed over the details about Orochimaru’s death and he pushed aside the crime scene pictures. He didn’t want to see the bloodied man lying on the floor; it almost seemed disrespectful. Instead, he started to read the reports that were collected by several of the officers.
‘Call came in at 12:45A.M., reported by Dr. Iruka Umino. Police were informed at 12:50 and dispatched ten minutes later.’ – Report filed and documented by Asuma (phone records available for review)
That would work.
A knock sounded at the door before a loud stream of cursing came from the other end. The door was flung open and a pale body slipped through the small opening while angry voices echoed down the hallway. Black eyes danced in amusement at the voices before they turned to the trio of Uchiha’s, “That was fun, we should do this more often.”
“Sai…” Madara exclaimed, “You’re not here to instigate trouble.”
“I know; I’m here to investigate the trouble that my ex-cousin created.” He looked at Itachi, “By the way, I received a speeding ticket on the way over here; you’ll have to pay for it. Along with the fine for not stopping for the coppers.”
“Fine.” Itachi answered, already feeling a headache coming on, “Look at this report and tell me if it sounds right.”
Sai cautiously took the folder out of Itachi’s hand and started to flip through it. He let out a whistle as he looked at the pictures, “I give credit to the killer; they did a nice job with the body. These cuts are expertly done; I’d say that someone with medical knowledge would have made them.” His eyes continued to skim the documents and a small frown tugged at his lips. “Is this it? The crime scene reports aren’t that informative; it’s like someone didn’t document everything.”
Itachi nodded, “I know there’s a report in there that’s wrong too. It says the first person to call in the body was a doctor named Iruka, but when I was with the captain, he interviewed another doctor. He said that he was the first one to call it in.”
“Do you think they’re working together?” Madara asked. “You know them the best.”
“No. I don’t see Iruka having any part in this.” He looked at Sai, “All the rooms were supposed to be checked for a missing patient.”
“Tell me about my suspect and missing person.”
“The missing patient is a young blond male, around Sasuke’s height. The person you’re looking for is going to be taller than me with silver hair and I want you to check for evidence in his room.”
A grin stretched across Sai’s face, “Undercover CSI work, eh? Alright, who’s the lucky person?”
“Kakashi Hatake. Last night he gave me a drink after mine…spilled; a little after that was when I started to feel tired. I think he might have slipped some of the sleep aid into the drink; he would have access to that kind of medicine. I know you’ll find something of value in his room.”
There were other reasons of course, ranging from the subtle glares that were directed at him when he was with Naruto and thinking back to his first few days; Kakashi never told him about the visiting day. It could have been possible that he purposely didn’t tell him so he was stuck at the center all day.
The other male inclined his head, “I’m starting to enjoy this. I’ll be back with your proof.”
Itachi watched as Sai vanished from the room, drawing several more shouts of annoyance before silence overtook the hallway again. Even though Sai often acted immature, he was very serious about his job and enjoyed poking around in other people’s personal lives. Sniffing around for dirt in Kakashi’s room would be something he took great pleasure in. And more importantly, he was loyal, despite his outward appearance.
And he owed Itachi a favor or two.
If someone had told Sai that he was going to get to play detective today, he would have shrugged. It was his job after all, nothing different from his normal day-to-day operations. But when he received the call from his uncle, he was more than interested; his whole body shivered with excitement. He knew that his ex-cousin had been diagnosed with something that put him in a rehabilitation center, but he never went into the specifics.
All he knew was that one-day Itachi was fine and the next the family was in an uproar over a murder that happened at the main house. A few weeks after that, the news died down but faint whispers still floated around the Uchiha line that Fugaku’s methods in raising his children may have been too harsh; thus making Itachi snap.
Whatever the case, he decided not to investigate, figuring that his older cousin was stressed enough. And so the months faded into winter and suddenly he had a call to come see his old family. While he didn’t consider himself an Uchiha right now, his own blood still boiled at the thoughts of someone trying to frame his own flesh and blood and he wanted to get to the bottom of this.
Itachi didn’t give a room number to him, but after slipping through the hallways, he finally found a room with a small plaque and finely etched words. The room was at the end of the hall, almost next to the elevator and at the cross section of all the other corridors, allowing the doctor easy access to every part of the wings. He carefully examined the doorknob before pulling some gloves on and started to get to work.
To his body, it didn’t seem any different than any other crime scene. He still moved with careful practice when it came to dusting for prints and checking for blood. His body was trained to handle the situation with ease and with the skill of an artist; he removed a full print from the doorknob.
Murder was an art of itself; it was his job to try to decode the meaning behind the work.
After documenting his minute find, he pulled out a small cotton swab and ran it over the handle. The faulty police report was enough to allow him to go into the doctors’ room, but he wanted more. The raven grabbed the phenolphthalein in his kit and let a few drops fall onto the surface. The swab didn’t change colors so either the doctor wore gloves or cleaned the handle well.
With a small sigh, he pulled out a bottle of luminol and sprayed the surface. The doctor may be smart, but he was smarter; and he had better equipment. His eyes danced as the handle lit up on the underside where the doctor didn’t clean as well. He grunted as he stood up and tested the door, relieved to find it unlocked; he didn’t want to track down a janitor.
The room was dark when he entered, but his other senses quickly kicked in. His nose curled at the onslaught of cleaning chemicals that drifted through the room and he knew that Itachi’s hunch was probably correct. With a snap, the light clicked on and Sai started to move around the room.
Surprisingly, the room was rather messy when compared to the doctors’ office and he wondered if last night had something to do with the mess. The raven stepped over a pile of jumbled blankets that had fallen on the floor and moved to the bed. Most people tried to hide evidence such as weapons under the mattress and he carefully lifted it up.
Finding nothing, he set it back down and proceeded to look under the bed, but came up with the same results. Judging from the ligature marks on the body, a small knife was used and he would go as far to guess that it was a surgical one. They were often small and made fine cuts, meaning it would be harder to find the weapon and he cursed the doctors’ use of a tiny knife.
Sai picked a delicate path to the adjoining bathroom and his eyes skimmed over the area. It was slightly messy, but nowhere near the mess in the bedroom and the smell of bleach hung heavily in the air. The sound of water dripping grabbed his attention and he turned towards the shower. The curtain was open and water droplets slowly slid down the wet walls.
He wouldn’t find anything in the bathroom. If everything had been cleaned here, he was certain that all the evidence had been dissolved in the bleach. Sai turned to leave the room, thinking that he could find better evidence at the murder scene. The smallest flash of white caught his eye and he paused mid-step.
A small white cloth was poking out of a drawer and he knelt down to inspect it. The fabric dripped with wetness as continued to look at it while he breathed lightly through his mouth. His thought was that it was chloroform and if that was the case, it would explain why there was very little struggle in the pictures. Sai guessed that the suspect might have fought at first when the rag was placed over his mouth and caused a small mess.
But there was still something that didn’t make sense. The experimental cuts that he had seen on the body made it seem like the killing was personal, so why would the doctor want the suspect completely knocked out. Judging from the way the liquid dripped from the rag, the amount would have been enough to knock them out for a long time.
Sai shifted on his heals and found that his line of sight was directly in line with the bed. Perhaps this rag hadn’t been used on the suspect, but instead the missing person that Itachi was talking about. If the doctor had kept his victim in the room, he would have placed him on the bed so he could watch him while he cleaned up.
His eyes settled onto the pile of blankets that were at the foot of the bed and slowly stood up. Once he reached the bed, he stood over it and analyzed it with a critical eye. There wasn’t anything off about the mattress; it looked like the doctor hadn’t made his bed though. But if he had indeed placed the boy on the surface and he woke up…
The raven crossed his arms and looked in the direction of the door. The sheets on the bed were yanked in the direction of the door, indicating that someone had gotten out of bed rather quickly and pulled the top sheet with them. He could imagine the other male waking up and seeing the doctor cleaning blood from his instruments before bolting towards an exit.
Sai’s eyes settled on the nightstand table where it was standing slightly crooked. He could see the indents from where it stood previously and he wondered if the male ran into it while trying to run away. The raven knelt next to it and his gaze narrowed at the fine hairs that were caught on the corner. He pulled them out and examined them in a better light.
The blond hairs shimmered at him before he placed them in a small bag and wrote down a brief description. Once that was done, he made his way back to the bed and leaned over it, trying to find something of importance. It seemed that it was the center of the room, seeing as the doctor could watch it from the bathroom and it was always within view.
A small wet spot caught his attention and he leaned in closer. It looked like someone had dripped water on the sheet but he was starting to wonder if perhaps it was the chloroform. The doctor could have caught the escapee and subdued him on the bed with the chemical. And with the heavy amount on the cloth, he would have been knocked out in no time.
But there still would have been a struggle getting him to the bed and restraining him for a brief moment. His eyes fell on the covers that were on the floor again and he pondered why the doctor hadn’t placed them back on the bed. Surely it would made the room look more innocent at a first glance, seeing as it looked like a struggle had taken place earlier.
Perhaps the man had run out of time?
Sai moved over to the blankets and lifted a corner up, expecting to see a body of some type but all he found were more blankets. He started to separate them layer by layer and froze when he heard plastic rustling underneath the fabrics. Nestled between two blankets was a small trash bag filled with clothes with the smallest hint of a red smear on the side.
He let the covers drop back down and he leaned on his heals in thought. Things still weren’t adding up. You have to be smart enough to make people think that someone else committed a murder while you sit back and watch. Judging from the information that his uncle had told him, the person was trying to set Itachi up for some reason.
If that were the case, then everything would have worked out; the evidence that had been dropped led a straight path to Itachi. But it was this room that had thrown a corkscrew in the whole thing. And it wasn’t just the room, it was the whole thought process behind it. Judging from the chloroform used earlier, the doctor seemed to know what he was doing, but the rag in the bathroom suggested that the amount given might have been accidental.
Sai grunted; not only that, but everything in the room seemed to suggest that the events had been rushed. That shouldn’t have been the case since everything had been laid out almost perfectly. What had caused the doctor to become so careless?
Was it because he was in his own room and he felt more secure?
People often committed acts in the privacy of their own domain because they felt as ease in the familiar setting.
Standing up, Sai grabbed the blankets and removed the bag of bloodied clothes before spreading out the covers onto the bed. If the covers had been on top of the bed at the start, there must have been a reason the doctor didn’t put them back on. He arranged the bedspread on the surface and tried to remake the bed as it could have looked before they fell off.
He started at the top of the bed where he found a few strands of blond hair laying on the pillow, indicating that the male had been laying in the middle of the bed. His eyes moved down the mattress and froze when they picked out a few small white spots on the comforter. Sai felt his heart start to speed up and he swallowed uncomfortably.
It would be considered normal for any male, but the marks would normally be visible on the sheets where they wouldn’t be seen and not the bedspread
Sai reached for a small light in his kit along with some orange glasses all the while praying that he was wrong. But when the bedspread lit up under the light, he knew that his fears were confirmed.
Itachi never mentioned that the doctor was infatuated with the blond.
This would explain why the covers had removed so quickly and tossed onto the floor inside out. He could only imagine the fear the blond felt upon waking up naked with evidence of a previous action on his body. And seeing the doctor cleaning blood off of a knife would have made things much worse. He would have tried to bolt and the doctor was forced to knock him out again but in his hurry, he poured too much on the rag.
He set the glasses in the case and put the light up with a sigh. Sometimes the best-laid plans could fall apart due to uncontrollable lust and the doctor’s choice to partake in the action was his biggest slip up.
Voices outside echoed down the hallway and Sai froze as they headed in his direction. The raven felt his blood run cold as the door swung open and he found himself face to face with an officer.
“What are you doing in here?” The officer snarled, “This is a restricted area.”
“Then what are you doing here?” Sai countered.
The brown-haired officer growled and strode forward, catching Sai’s upper arm. “I haven’t seen you before from any of the staff that was interviewed. You’re going to have to come with me.”
Cold cuffs settled around the raven’s wrists and he was yanked forward, all the while cursing the cop. This wasn’t supposed to happen; he needed to tell someone what he found before the doctor decided to take things further with the blond.
A door was shoved open and he stumbled into the room. A slow smirk crossed his face as his eyes settled on three bodies that he knew all too well.
“Hello family.”
It took all of Itachi’s self-control not to strangle Sai. The male sat next to him with a knowing smile plastered across his face. Behind him, Madara was massaging the bridge of his nose and Sasuke watched them with a blank stare. The youngest Uchiha had been oddly silent during the whole time Sai was gone and it made Itachi wondered what was running through his mind. He forced his attention back to Tsunade who was looking at them as the captain reported his findings.
“We found him in Dr. Hatake’s room. Seeing as he’s related to the accused, I think he was planting evidence.”
“I wasn’t planting evidence!” Sai snapped and looked towards Tsunade, “I’m a certified CSI, and I was called down here on behalf of my family.”
The captain leered at him, “Even if you were gathering evidence, you’re family and anything you find won’t count.”
“Actually he’s our cousin from our fathers, brothers, uncle…area.” Itachi said softly.
“Twice removed, or three. Does it count if you remove yourself from the family name?” Sai piped up
Tsunade rubbed her temples, “Why would you suggest that there would be foul play in my center? More importantly, why would you even suggest Kakashi?”
Sai turned to Itachi, “This is where you take over; I’ll butt in when I hear my cues.”
Itachi grunted, “There are two police reports on who called the body in. One says that Iruka called it in, the other states that Kakashi did.” The raven looked towards the brown-haired doctor in the room, “Iruka, was Kakashi with you last night?”
The man shook his head, “No, Kakashi told me that he was working an early shift that was going to start at ten. I found the body a little after twelve-thirty and called it in. There was no one else on duty at the time.”
“But he told us that his shift started at one.” An officer piped up from the side, “And that he called it in; or at least that’s what he told our captain.”
Tsunade’s face grew stern, “Kakashi wasn’t supposed to be on shift last night. He was off night shifts for the entire week.” Her gaze drifted towards the other doctor, “I would suggest you get your ducks lined up Hatake.”
“If I may?” Sai spoke up gently, “Before I searched his room, there was blood on the door handle and I found evidence of chloroform and bloodied clothing. I also looked over the reports given to both Madara Uchiha and yourself. There are several bits of information missing and I would like to view the crime scene myself.”
“Are you suggesting foul play?”
“That among other things.” The ex-Uchiha said and inclined his head slightly, “For the privacy of the missing patient, I would like to reveal my findings in a more…private setting.”
The blond doctor nodded, “I understand.” She looked up at Yamato, “Captain Yamato, can you please escort Dr. Hatake to a secure room until I can question him further.”
Yamato bobbed his head, “I’ll watch him myself.” He grabbed Kakashi by his arm and led him out of the room while the rest of the officers followed him out.
Once they were gone, Tsunade looked at Sai again, “What does Kakashi have to do with Naruto?”
“I believe he may have taken him.” Itachi said, “But I know where he is.”
Madara leaned over towards him, “You’re still under watch, I would suggest against it.”
A sudden chill seemed to blanket the room and Itachi stiffened as a warm hand cautiously wrapped around his neck, “If you know where my son is, I’d suggest you tell me now.” The voice whispered in his ear, “I’m having a hard enough time trying to follow that one of my best students would harm him, let alone be a murderer.”
The raven nodded carefully, “I know it’s hard to understand, but I can tell you now that I would never harm Naruto. And I don’t think Kakashi wants to hurt him either.”
“Explain.”
Sai cleared his throat, “I ah, examined the bed in the doctors’ room. The top most covers were on the floor and covering a bag of soiled and bloody clothes. The sheets were yanked in the direction of the door but the nightstand table was moved, suggesting that your son either ran into it or was tackled to the ground. I found some blond hair on the side, so he might have hit his head. There was also a rag soaked in what I believe is chloroform, but I still need to test it.”
“That still doesn’t explain why Kakashi took my son.” Minato said lowly.
The raven squirmed, “After placing the covers back on the bed, I found some stains on the surface. Under fluorescent light, the stain turned purple…indicating sexual activities. I think my cousin knows this as well, but I would have to venture a guess that your student holds a small infatuation with your son.”
The hand around Itachi’s neck loosened and Minato turned away from him. Madara regarded the elder Uzumaki carefully before looking towards Tsunade, “We can point fingers later. If Itachi’s hunch is correct then Naruto may be in more danger than we realized. I’ve dealt with cases before dealing with people who are obsessed with others. They often place them on a pedestal and think that they can do no wrong, but when something happens to change their view on them, they often turn to violence.”
Tsunade laced her fingers together, “Do you know where his is Itachi?”
Everyone in the room shifted their attention towards the raven and Itachi glanced at them carefully. He could see the anticipation in their eyes as they waited for him to speak. Even Sasuke was staring at him with slight interest from the chair he sat in.
“I believe he is in the greenhouse.” He answered, “We had snow last night, there are footprints leading towards it, and no one should have been outside. You can also see the building from the window; allowing Kakashi to watch it.”
The doctor stood up, “Very well. We’ll go down to the greenhouse. Sai, you can go look over the crime scene and report your findings back to me.”
Sai nodded and everyone else stood from their chairs. Silence reined over the small party as they donned heavy jackets and boots before heading towards the side door. The police at the door entrance nodded at them and opened the door before following them outside.
Itachi felt his heart race as the door was opened and white snow overtook his world. It was past noon and he had no idea how long Naruto had been outside and what kind of condition he was in. Fear coursed through his veins though as he remembered the report that Sai gave and he hoped that Kakashi hadn’t gone too far in his actions.
He didn’t know how well his theory on why Kakashi took Naruto was correct, but he was certain that it started from a deeply rooted want that stemmed further than the young blond. He desired something else and this was going to be the best he could get.
They froze as footsteps clearly accented the snow and Itachi placed a booted foot next to the impression.
“It’s too big.” Tsunade said. “Even if Itachi was trying to frame Kakashi by using a bigger shoe size, the impressions would be scattered. The snow is too thick to break a path easily while carrying a body if your shoes are too big for you.”
Minato nodded and held his wife as Madara approached the greenhouse door. The redhead buried her head in his shoulder for fear of the outcome while one of the officers opened the door.
Warm air rushed out at them and Itachi breathed in the moist dirt smell before taking a cautious step inside the room. His eyes darted around the spacious area, trying to locate the blond but nothing stood out. He moved in further while trying to find a hint that could point in the right direction and he hoped that he hadn’t guessed wrong.
He felt his body start to shake at the thought and it almost made him break down. The idea of loosing another person close to him was unbearable and he didn’t want to think about it. Even if Sasuke was still alive, his brother didn’t want anything to do with him and that alone hurt enough. But loosing Naruto was even worse.
Itachi continued towards the back of the greenhouse and froze when his foot stepped on something softer than the concrete floor. He stepped back slowly and realized that he had walked on the corner of a blanket. Dark eyes followed the material up from the ground as the light colored fabric seamlessly blended into the shelf.
His breathing quickened as he pulled the blanket back and pale skin met his eyes. The skin was cold to the touch as he carefully rolled the body onto its back and as the blanket fell back, blond hair cascaded out. It framed the face carefully and was tinted red near the forehead. A small trickle of blood had made its way down the blonds face and had soaked the gag in his mouth.
“Naruto…” He breathed.
The raven shifted slightly so he could lift the body from the lower shelf and onto his lap. Once Naruto was free from the wooden shelf, he quickly checked for a pulse and found one fluttering under his fingers, despite the blue tint to his lips. He pulled the blond closer to his body and buried his face into Naruto’s hair. It didn’t smell like it usually did and he could detect the faintest hints of chemicals on his body.
Itachi felt the blanket slip a little and he went to grab it. The blond was cold enough as it was; he needed every bit of warmth. His hands froze though as they touched skin instead of clothing and the raven sucked in a quick breath. He hugged Naruto tighter before standing up; they needed to get him inside and checked before anything else.
The light was bright when he stepped outside and he heard Kushina gasp when she saw the motionless body in his arms.
“He’s alive.” He reassured them quickly, “Just unconscious…and he’s not dressed.”
Minato stiffened at the news and Itachi moved forward to hand him to the older blond, but he shook his head. “I have other needs that must be looked at first.”
Itachi nodded at the comment and watched as he tried to calm his wife down. He could see the anger flashing in the dark blue eyes and he knew that Minato wanted to hunt someone down, but his first job was to his family. The raven was glad that the older man trusted him to handle his son while he comforted his wife. He pulled Naruto closer to his body as Tsunade approached him.
“We’ll need to get him inside so we can look at him. He’s going to need some fluids in his system and we’ll check him over to make sure nothing else happened to him.” The doctor paused, “I don’t think you did this Itachi, but you should know that you are still a suspect. I need to hear Kakashi’s side of the story first and read the new reports about the crime scene before you can be cleared.”
“I understand.”
Madara fell into step with him as they broke a path through the snow and he looked at Itachi, “You still know something.”
“I don’t want to say it now, the tension is too high and this news will be equally upsetting if I’m correct.”
The elder Uchiha nodded, “Very well, but when you see the man; don’t let your emotions override your actions. Your little blond won’t like it if he wakes up and you’re not there to tell him everything is okay.”
Sasuke snorted, “How did you ever make it out of law school acting like this? No one would want to hire you.”
“Because I’m one of the best out there.” He stated happily and followed Itachi through the door, “Now, we’re going to have to wait until Sai gets back to hear his report before deciding where to go. If your brother is correct, then we don’t have much to fear, but I want to be on the safe side.”
The youngest Uchiha watched as Itachi set the blond down onto the bed and carefully brushed a strand of hair out of his face. The doctor pushed him out of the room while another in blue scrubs stepped forward to start examining him. He looked over his brother carefully, noting the relaxed face on his profile and the calm that had settled in his eyes.
It had been a while since he remembered seeing that look on his brothers’ face. As they had grown up and their father pushed more responsibilities on them, Itachi had become more stubborn in his jobs. He had always believed that he was trying to keep their father from giving him a job at the company since he wanted it for himself, but now he wondered who was right.
Their father was a good man and he loved him, but looking back, was it possible that he had pushed too hard? All parents want the best for their children, but some push harder than others; often pushing their own desires onto their offspring. Sasuke could easily remember the long-winded fights between his father and Itachi regarding when he could start working with the company.
Sasuke leaned against the wall while Itachi was allowed to change from his sleepwear and was given some food. His past memories overwhelmed him and his eyes slowly cast in the direction of the room the blond was in. After the accident, Itachi had shut himself away from the world, including his own brother. Part of him had felt betrayed, thinking that he closed himself away because he was guilty.
Like a flowing stream, it had caused a rift between the two.
For the past months, he had convinced himself that Itachi was indeed guilty due to the lack of emotion. But watching his actions now sparked something inside Sasuke that made him believe that perhaps his brother was innocent.
But that didn’t mean he forgave him.
Nor was that the reason for his being here.
After a quick shower and change of clothes, Itachi felt much better and was now itching to see Naruto. Tsunade had said that he was being examined for any physical trauma while they waited for him to wake up. The doctor was talking to Minato and Kushina about the whole ordeal now that the redhead had calmed down.
Minato still had a murderous intent surrounding him and he was constantly trying to relax his shoulders. The idea that someone he trusted had hurt his son was weighing heavily on his mind and it tore at him. He wanted someone to tell him that they were wrong and Kakashi was innocent, but almost everything pointed to him.
There was a knock on the door and Sai entered. Tsunade glanced up at him and the raven smiled tiredly.
“I’ve done as much as I can here. You have enough to hold him until my lab can process the DNA, fingerprints and everything else collected at the scene. I still need to go back to his room and collect the samples there for testing, but I’m certain he’s your guy.”
He set a folder on Tsunade’s desk and she looked at it, “I won’t understand much of this Sai.”
The raven nodded, “Okay. To start with, there was silver hair on the victims’ body that looks consistent with the hair I collected from his room. There was a small cloth underneath a chair next to the body. It’s dry right now, but I would guess that it had chloroform on it. There was a small struggle so your victim fought back, probably scratching the doctor. I was able to pull skin out from under his nails, but I’ll have to look at in the lab.”
He stopped to make sure everyone was following before continuing, “The experimental cuts indicate that he wanted to prolong his suffering, so this kill must have also been personal to him. He bled out due to a larger cut at the neck done with a larger knife. The other smaller cuts were made with a smaller knife; probably a surgical one.”
Tsunade rested her chin on her fingers, “We have officers watching Kakashi right now. I still need to talk to him before you take him anywhere.” She glanced towards the rest of the group, “On the plus side, my doctors’ have given me Naruto’s folder. Besides the small cut on his head, there were no other injuries.”
“We did check for any type of sexual intercourse and found none thankfully, although she did comment that there were several bite marks on his torso and neck. His body temperature is a little low and he’s still asleep but you may go see him if you would like.”
Itachi wanted to squirm in his chair like a child trying to get attention, but he forced himself still. He knew that Naruto’s parents would want to see him first and he could wait until they were done. A hand dropped onto his shoulder and he looked up to see Kushina standing over him, smiling softly.
“Come on, he’ll want to see you too.”
A small smile slipped across his face as he stood up and followed the blonds’ parents. No words were exchanged as they moved down the hallway and Minato paused as he passed an officer.
“Go ahead, I want to ask him if they can place some cops around Naruto’s room.”
They nodded as he darted after the man and continued towards the door. When they reached it, the redhead pushed him forward a little. “I’ll be right behind you.”
Pale fingers wrapped around the door handle and pushed it open, shivering as the warm temperature rushed over his body. The room smelt heavily of medicine and he wrinkled his nose at the smell. He took a few steps into the hallway, trying to walk as quietly as possible since the blond was still asleep.
Itachi froze when he walked into the room. Sitting on Naruto’s bed was a soft shadow, framed by the light coming from behind the window. The blonds’ head was cradled in the shadows lap and he could make out the faintest motions of fingers threading through his hair. Its head slowly turned to meet them and Kakashi’s dark eyes met his. A knife glittered in the light next to Naruto’s neck.
The doctor grinned, “Shh, he’s still sleeping.”
A/N brought to by Akiru chan: Well there you have it... and another lovely cliffie too... don't you hate those? I know I do. lol. So did you see that coming? I did, after much deep reading, detective work, and bugging DM... I have to say I loved it. lol. Plus it gave me something to think about on a boring weekend. xD lol.
Well I'll make sure she updates soon for you all!
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