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Ties that Bind	By : BishounenKrazed Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 2157 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hiashi stood staring at the house, lit by the small porch light and flashing red and blue lights from the various squad cars. He could just make out the meticulously trimmed hedges and well-tended flowerbeds that lined the front of the house and the cobblestone walkway that led to the front door. He closed his eyes and said a silent prayer for… he didn’t know what, maybe strength and serenity. Something that would help him to not vomit when he walked in and saw his friend and brother in arms dead.

Opening his eyes, he stepped forward, hearing the quiet click of his shoes on the stone, and entered the house. There was a slight step up where the polished wood floor began that Hiashi took automatically, knowing the house quite well after so many years, as he looked at the family photos on the wall of the short corridor. When the corridor ended, he turned to his left and entered the living room. Forensics personnel milled about, marking the casings and dusting the entryways. Cameras flashed over everything, and Hiashi could just make out a pale and bloodied arm between the legs of the gathered officers.

“Lieutenant Hyuuga.” He looked up at his name and nodded a greeting.

“Yamanaka, what happened?”

Inoichi nodded and looked down at a small notepad. “At about three this morning, neighbors reported hearing screaming coming from the Uchiha residence. Responding officers arrived about ten minutes later and knocked on the door. There was no answer. Officers rounded the house and noticed a broken window in the back, allowing them to enter the residence with probable cause. Two bodies found…” Inoichi trailed off then softly added, “Fugaku and Mikoto Uchiha. Multiple gunshot wounds.”

Hiashi closed his eyes again, this time in pain, as the situation settled inside him. He opened his eyes, catching sight of the large family portrait above the mantel, and moved forward, intent on seeing the bodies. The officers around the bodies moved to make room for him, and his breath hitched in his throat. Fugaku’s body was face down in a drying pool of blood close to the room’s entrance, his hair matted and stuck to the floor where the blood had soaked into it and dried. He had three exit wounds in his back, one dangerously close to his heart. Mikoto’s body was a bit further away, backed up against the sofa and surrounded by an extensive amount of blood that couldn’t have possibly been all hers. She had four entry wounds in her chest and torso.

They never stood a chance.

“Sir, the Chief is on his way,” Inoichi said behind him.

He nodded. “Then we better have something to tell him. Nara, what happened here?”

Shikaku paused in his conversation with the coroner to look over at him. Nodding, he said something to the coroner before joining them. “Forensics checked the broken window in the back, which seems to be the only visible sign of entry. A backdoor off the kitchen was left open, possibly by the shooters, but I have doubts.”

“What kind of doubts?” Hiashi asked quickly.

Shikaku raised his hand. “In a minute, sir. We don’t know the circumstances, but based on the footprints, blood sprays, and casings, the first shot happened here,” he said as he walked close to Mikoto’s body near the back of the sofa and pointed out the first casing. “No bullet in the wall behind.” He brought his right hand up to imitate a gun as his body turned so that his back was to the sofa. “The next seven shots were also from here, but in this direction. We’ve extracted the bullets from the wall to have ballistics run. An automatic, or more than one assailant fired a weapon, but I’m sure someone will move this one to the front of the line at Ballistics.”

Hiashi surveyed the scene. Shikaku’s description would account for Fugaku’s body, but not Mikoto’s. He said as much to Shikaku.

“Yes. Based on the blood, Mikoto was shot in the same place as Fugaku. But here you can see where she crawled to her current position.” He pointed to a trail of blood from Fugaku’s body to the sofa. There were hand prints smeared along the floor to either side of a long, solid trail of blood that ended as it neared Mikoto’s slouched body.

Hiashi looked over the bodies again. “How many bullets did you extract from the wall?”

“Seven.”

“But there are eight casings.” He looked up and saw both Inoichi and Shikaku nod grimly. “A stray bullet?” When he received no answer, his mouth set in a grim line. “Sasuke,” he whispered.

Shikaku nodded. “I think Sasuke was shot first.” He turned back to the blood surrounding Mikoto. “I’m sure the tests will show that not all of this blood is hers. If I had to guess, Mikoto crawled over to Sasuke after she was shot.”

“Where’s Sasuke’s body?”

“No body, sir.”

“Did they take Sasuke?”

Shikaku crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at the floor. “I don’t see anything that indicates a body was dragged out of here. If they picked him up, possibly.”

“Sir, Mikoto’s nightgown is torn and missing a fair bit of fabric,” Inoichi said as he kneeled down close to the body. “The frayed edges have partial palms, so she might have torn it herself.”

“So she crawled over to Sasuke and tore her nightgown. Trying to patch Sasuke?”

“Possibly. He apparently only received one gunshot. There’s no telling where he was shot, so there is a possibility that he got up and walked out on his own.”

“The backdoor?” Hiashi asked Shikaku. The other man nodded and led them to it. It was located in the kitchen, in which the lights had been left off, but enough light spilled in from the living room and hallways to allow them to see their way about.

Shikaku pointed to the floor. “It’s hard to see in the dark, but there are drops of blood that lead from the scene to the backdoor. They could be drops from Sasuke being carried, but there are partial shoeprints that lead me to believe that Sasuke left on his own.”

Hiashi looked behind him, considering the way Fugaku and Mikoto had been killed. His brow knit together as he refocused on the blood drops Shikaku had pointed out. “This doesn’t make sense,” he said quietly. “Why shoot Mikoto and Fugaku so many times, but only shoot Sasuke once?”

Shikaku crossed his arms and looked at the floor. “There are many things about this that don’t make sense.”

Hiashi shook his head; he felt like they were missing something, but he moved on. “If Sasuke did leave on his own, how could he have left in such a short amount of time? Only ten minutes passed between the call and the responding officers arriving.”

Inoichi flipped some pages in his notepad. “Coroner says that based on the liver temps, Mikoto had been dead for about an hour, Fugaku about an hour and a half. Follow-up with the neighbors confirmed that they waited some time after the screams to make the call.”

“If Sasuke left on his own, sir, there was plenty of time to do so between the killers leaving and the police arriving.”

“So Sasuke could very well be alive,” Hiashi said. “Contact every local hospital. I want to know of any young males admitted with a gunshot wound.”

“Yes, sir,” Inoichi said, and he moved away to relay the order. Hiashi turned his attention back to Shikaku.

“What else, Nara?”

“Sir, all the visible evidence points to a robbery gone wrong, but after years of robbery cases, I can’t help but feel that something doesn’t add up. You are right; Sasuke’s single gunshot wound would make sense if the robbers were caught by him, but for them to shoot Mikoto and Fugaku so many times doesn’t. When caught, robbers are more concerned with getting away, not potential witnesses.”

“You think these murders were planned?”

Shikaku nodded slowly. “I think someone wanted the Uchiha family dead.”

“Any other reasons?”

“Nothing stolen. We’ve been over the upstairs, and nothing looks out of place. We’ve collected the laptops and cell phones and have gathered all of Fugaku’s case materials that he’d brought home. We’ll hand them over to Captain Hatake when we get to the office.”

“So why not make sure Sasuke was dead? Why not shoot him as many times as Mikoto and Fugaku?”

Shikaku sighed. “That, sir, might not be a question we can answer until we find the killers.”

The other officers got louder in the living room, hailing someone as he came in, so Hiashi and Shikaku made their way back. As the man moved to stand over the bodies, the other officers quieted and backed away.

“Chief Namikaze,” Hiashi said as he neared him.

“What happened?” he asked, his voice quiet and strained.

“Forced entry, eight shots, two bodies.” He got closer so he wouldn’t be heard by the other officers. “Nara thinks it’s a hit. From the evidence, the son was also shot, but we have no body.” Minato looked up at that, his blue eyes bright and sharp. He nodded, indicating that he wanted this discussion moved. Hiashi motioned to Shikaku and Inoichi to follow them as they went back into the kitchen.

Once there, Minato leaned over the sink, his knuckles white where his hands gripped the counter and his blond hair falling forward to hide his face. “A hit?”

Hiashi nodded at Shikaku to explain. “Yes, sir. The excessive amount of gunshots in the bodies leads me to believe that it was not a robbery attempt.”

“Don’t professionals try to kill in the least amount of shots?”

“Yes, sir, but when trying to make it look like a robbery, I’m sure they would forgo hitting one vital spot for instant death and hitting several non-vital spots for the victims to bleed out.”

“And Sasuke?”

“Unknown. We have a BOLO called in to all the local hospitals for a gunshot victim in case he left on his own,” Hiashi said.

“Sir, what are we going to tell the media? There are already several news vans out front. This is going to be a high profile case. Not only was Fugaku a well-known officer, but his brother…” Inoichi trailed off uncertainly.

Minato straightened and turned to look at them. “We’ll keep it as robbery for now. If it was a hit, no need to let them know we’re investigating anything more serious than tracking down some punks.”

“And Sasuke?” Shikaku asked. “The media could help us find him if he is alive, but it will also notify the shooters.”

Minato looked down and let out a sigh. “Let’s try to find Sasuke on our own for now. Announce the murder of the Uchiha family without specific names, let the media assume what they will, and answer all questions with the standard reply that it’s an ongoing investigation.” After a moment’s hesitation, he added, “Make up a third body bag and let the media see it along with the other two. It’ll buy us some time to find him. And if we’re lucky, maybe it’ll throw the shooters off their guard enough to slip up somewhere.”

“Yes, sir,” Hiashi and the others said together, and Inoichi and Shikaku left to make sure everyone in the house understood what was going to happen. Hiashi looked at Minato and watched as he brought a hand up and rubbed at the back of his neck.

“Minato,” he said softly, concern and shared sadness coloring his voice.

“I can’t believe he’s dead, Hiashi,” Minato whispered. He crossed his arms over his chest, hugging himself. “He was my best…” He cut himself off and looked away.

Hiashi nodded and changed the subject. “Who should we notify as the next of kin?”

Minato looked up at him, his eyes wide before they cut to the side, something that Hiashi didn’t miss. He licked his lips, hesitating, before he said, “We are under no legal obligation to notify the next of kin. Let’s focus on finding Sasuke first.” He paused a moment, his brow wrinkling in thought. Hiashi studied him closely in the dim light from the hall. Whether or not they found Sasuke alive, Itachi would be the next of kin, and he wondered if that had caused the sudden nervousness in Minato’s manner.

“Besides,” Minato continued, “The media is about to notify them for us.” He sighed as he eased himself back against the counter. “Do we know if this was targeted against a specific person?”

Hiashi shrugged. “If Nara is right about it being a hit, there’s no telling if they were after someone specifically and shot them all, or if the entire Uchiha family is in danger.”

Minato snorted softly through his nose. “If they’re after the entire Uchiha family, they might want to think twice before targeting Madara.”

“But, in my opinion, it may have been Fugaku they were after,” Hiashi added after a moment.

Minato looked at him sharply. “Why would you say that?”

“I’m bothered by the fact that Sasuke was only shot once, while Mikoto and Fugaku were sprayed with bullets. I’m bothered by the fact that Fugaku was the one that died first, even though Mikoto was shot more times. Sir, I’m just bothered by this whole thing.”

“I guess your concerns are valid,” Minato said quietly.

There was an odd note in Minato’s voice that puzzled Hiashi, one he recognized as Minato having information, as Chief, that he couldn’t or wouldn’t share. But instead of pressing for information, he merely said, “Yes, sir,” and made to leave. He’d taken one step when Minato doubled over and groaned. “Sir?” he asked as he moved closer.

Minato shook his head. “I was just thinking of the other notification I have to make. Kushina and Mikoto were like sisters. And if I can’t find Sasuke alive, I don’t even want to think about what Naruto will do.”

Hiashi hummed in understanding, though he didn’t think he’d have the same problems. While his daughters had grown up with Sasuke, Hiashi got the feeling that the boy wasn’t very well liked in general.

“All right, let’s wrap up here so the bodies can be removed. I’ll be at home if anything comes up,” Minato said as he pushed off of the counter.

“Yes, sir,” Hiashi said and followed Minato from the kitchen. Minato paused by the entrance to the living room and gave the bodies one last glance before continuing down the hall toward the front door. As he watched Minato leave, the flashes of cameras lighting his retreating figure, Hiashi began to give the officers very specific instructions as to how this crime scene would play to the media.

~*~

Naruto’s alarm went off at 6:45. The only reason he even knew it had gone off was because he was wide awake and staring at Sasuke’s contact information on the screen while his earbuds fed his angst-puppy playlist into his ears. He swiped his finger across the screen of his phone to silence the alarm, and after a few seconds of wishing he could stay in bed, he sluggishly dragged himself from beneath the covers and headed to the bathroom.

On the way, he turned on the TV to catch any updates on the weather or traffic and made sure the volume wasn’t too loud to aggravate his sleep-deprived state. Shuffling into the bathroom, he emptied his bladder and let his boxers slip to the floor so that he could jump straight into the shower. The blissfully hot water pouring over his skin allowed Naruto to waken enough to tackle the day ahead. And the memories.

How dare that son of a bitch come to my place and demand to be let in after the way he acted! He should be grateful I didn’t open the door and punch his face in!

Naruto poured his shampoo and body wash into his hand and furiously washed himself, his anger at Sasuke continuing to grow.

If he comes looking for me today, I’m going to seriously kick his ass.

He shut off the water and got out, snagging a towel from the rack above his toilet and hastily rubbing it over his body and then vigorously over his short blond hair. He hung it back and stood in front of the sink to brush his teeth. As he did so, he couldn’t help but think of Sasuke’s visit earlier in the morning.

[Naruto, I need you to open the door.]

Naruto frowned at his reflection. That was odd, though. Usually Sasuke would be all, “Hn, idiot, open the damn door.” He leaned over and spit the toothpaste out, rinsing with mouthwash before walking out of the bathroom.

He paused in front of the TV long enough to see that the weather girl predicted sunny days through the end of the week before walking into his closet to dress. He pulled on a pair of boxers and a pair of jeans before selecting an orange T-shirt and pulling it over his head. He ran a hand through his still damp locks and walked out of his closet toward the small kitchen. He reached for a coffee mug from his dish rack and pulled a single serve cup from his coffee carousel. He flipped the top of his coffee machine and placed the cup inside. Closing the lid, he placed his mug under the dripper and pressed the button for the biggest mug. He turned around and leaned against the counter, his eyes flitting to the TV screen.

“Continuing this morning’s breaking news, a family murdered in their home in the early morning hours. Police gave a statement at the scene regarding the shooting of decor—”

His coffee began to brew, so he turned around and reached for the cream and sugar and grabbed a spoon from the drawer. The last spurts of water shot out, and Naruto grabbed his mug from the machine, adding the cream and sugar quickly and stirring it all together as the reservoir sucked in more water. Tossing the spoon in the sink, Naruto left the kitchen with his coffee and wandered over to the living area to shut off the TV.

“—officers at the scene have released little details into their investigation, but are led to believe that this was a robbery—”

Naruto replaced the remote on the table and moved to grab his bag as he sipped at his coffee. Why he’d signed up for early classes, he’d never know. He frowned as he picked up his phone from his nightstand.

Well, I signed up for early classes so that I could do my homework during the day and spend my nights with the Über Bastard. Naruto’s frown turned into a scowl. Well, when His Pissiness deigned to call me or come over.

Scrolling through the news feed on his phone, he noticed he had a missed call from his mother. Pulling up his call history, he saw that she had called several times since a little after four in the morning, so he tapped her name and put his ear to the phone, wincing slightly as he downed the rest of his coffee and placed the mug on the side table. He grabbed his wallet and keys and slipped on his shoes as the phone rang on the other end.

“Naruto? Why the hell haven’t you been answering your phone?”

Naruto rolled his eyes to the ceiling and momentarily wished he hadn’t called her as he opened his front door and walked out. He closed his eyes and sighed before answering, “Some people sleep at night, Mom.” Not that he’d been sleeping. He’d been studying, and then Sasuke had knocked on his door close to three, so he’d been listening to his playlist and periodically thinking of calling the bastard when his alarm had gone off. He shook his head and didn’t even wait for the door to close and lock itself behind him before walking quickly toward the elevator.

“Naruto, we need to talk. Can you come to the house?”

Naruto pressed the call button for the elevator. “Not right now. I have class.”

“You have class at nine. It’s only 7:15. Just swing by the house, Naruto, please.”

The elevator doors on his left slid open, so he strolled in and hit the button for the garage. “I have a test today, Mom. I want to use the little time I have to study.” He sighed. “Listen, Mom, I’m in the elevator going to the garage. I’m gonna hang up.”

“No, Naruto, don’t—”

Naruto ended the call and slipped his phone in his back pocket. He kind of felt bad, but he’d go by the house after his classes and apologize. Maybe I’ll take some of those pastries from Chouji’s mom’s bakery that she really loves.

The elevator stopped and opened, allowing Naruto to step into the garage. He walked over to his little blue sedan and, tossing his bag into the passenger seat, climbed in and started the car. As he reached over to shift into reverse, he noticed a pair of sunglasses on the console. Picking them up, he studied them before realizing they belonged to Sasuke. Grunting as he tossed them into the backseat, Naruto backed out of his parking space and headed to the exit.

What if the asshole came to apologize last night? Maybe I should have opened the door.

Naruto shook his head and exited the garage. Now was not the time to think about it. He really did have a test that he wasn’t so confident about, so he needed to get to the classroom quickly and cram. All thoughts about that heartless dick could wait.

Traffic wasn’t that bad this early in the morning, so Naruto made it to campus a little before eight. That would give him a solid hour to study. There were a few of his classmates that met early every class to study, so maybe he’d study with them; they always seemed to grasp the material that usually gave him trouble. He swung by the coffee shop in the management building first, needing another hit of caffeine, before quickly walking to the classroom.

Upon opening the door, he froze as the sound of someone crying hysterically inside hit him. At the end of the first row of seats, a group of girls tried to console Ino as she cried her eyes out. Naruto snapped out of his surprise and rushed over to see what had happened.

“What’s wrong with Ino?” he asked as he came up behind Sakura and Hinata.

Sakura turned red eyes his way, tear marks staining her cheeks. When she realized it was him, her eyes widened in surprise. “What are you doing here, Naruto?”

“Me? What do you mean? We have a test. What’s wrong with Ino?” He nodded his head in her direction.

“You don’t,” she started, “Oh, um, Naruto,” but she couldn’t finish. She started crying, too, and Hinata wrapped her in a hug as she began to cry in earnest.

“What the hell?” he said, his hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck.

“Naruto!”

Naruto swung his head around at his name and saw Kiba running down the stairs from the back of the lecture hall. When he hit the floor, he waved Naruto over away from the girls. Glancing at Ino and Sakura one more time, he walked over to Kiba. “Kiba, what the hell is going on?”

“Naruto, dude, how can you not know? Your dad’s the Chief of Police.”

Naruto stilled at that. He swallowed. “Did… did something happen to my dad?” he asked hesitantly, mentally kicking himself for hanging up on his mom.

Kiba shook his head. “No, it’s… not your dad, Naruto. I just thought he… would have told you. Or that you would have heard it on the news.”

Naruto furrowed his brow in thought. “No, I didn’t really hear the news this morning. I was trying to get out of the house.”

He saw Kiba swallow nervously. “Man, I don’t know how to tell you this. Maybe you should go home.”

Naruto grit his teeth. “Kiba, what the fuck is going on?”

Kiba shook his head again and looked at Naruto helplessly. Hinata sidled up next to them and hesitantly placed a hand on Naruto’s arm. “Naruto, my father told me and Hanabi this morning that… Sasuke and his parents were found dead last night in their home,” she whispered, squeezing his arm tightly.

“What?” he asked. He laughed as he turned to face her. “That’s a pretty mean joke for someone like you, Hinata.”

“I’m so sorry, Naruto,” she said as tears began to cloud her eyes. “It’s not a joke.”

“What? Hinata…” He took in the look on hers and Kiba’s faces. He heard Ino and Sakura still crying behind him. “You’re lying,” he whispered. “That bastard can’t be… why would you say something like that?” He ended up yelling the last, causing Hinata to flinch and release his arm. Kiba reached up and settled a firm hand on his shoulder.

“Keep cool, man. This is why I told you to go home. Come on, I’ll take you. Hinata will let Iruka know.”

Naruto shrugged off Kiba’s hand and reached into his pocket for his phone. He unlocked the screen and pulled up his browser, typing ‘Uchiha’ into the search bar. Instantly he could see several links to news websites and video clips. He tapped one with his finger. The clip was from the news channel he watched in the mornings.

“Continuing this morning’s breaking news, a family murdered in their home in the early morning hours. Police gave a statement at the scene regarding the shooting of decorated officer Fugaku Uchiha, his wife Mikoto, and their youngest son Sasuke. Our own correspondent was at the grisly scene this morning.”

The video switched to a pre-taped segment. It was dark, but Naruto could recognize the Uchihas’ house through the flashing of squad car lights. Officers wheeled three stretchers out of the house, and Naruto’s breath froze in his lungs.

“A quiet neighborhood is rocked early this morning with the deaths of police officer Fugaku Uchiha, his wife Mikoto, and their son Sasuke. The officers at the scene have released little details into their investigation, but are led to believe that this was a robbery gone wrong—”

Naruto stopped the video, his hands shaking too much to clearly see it anymore. Or maybe it was the tears that stung his eyes. Almost as if on autopilot, Naruto put his phone back in his pocket. But that’s all he could do. He just stood there, staring at nothing.

“Come on, Naruto. I’ll take you home.”

Naruto didn’t resist the tug on his arm. He followed Kiba to the door and out. He didn’t register the walk to the car or the trip home, but the black and white in front of his apartment got his attention. Shikamaru’s dad leaned against it, and when Naruto got out of Kiba’s car, Shikaku immediately straightened and flicked his cigarette to the ground.

Naruto’s throat tightened as he tried to swallow, and it felt like the world was spinning and tilting and coming to a stop all at once.

“Hey, kid. We have some questions for you.”
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