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Scared Stiff	By : Ljiljana Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 1239 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 7
- 8
Warnings: Very
detailed description of a very ugly crime scene in this chapter!

Part 8

Naruto

Their destination was almost all the way across town.
Naruto, who was in the passenger�s seat, couldn't help but watch as the
dirty old buildings of his and Sakura's part of town steadily
transformed into the nice, freshly painted structures of Sasuke�s
side. The Gazelle
Bridge acted as an almost
literal barrier between the city and it�s �slums'.

Unease settled in Naruto�s stomach like a heavy stone. It
always did when he went too deep into Sasuke�s territory. Naruto kept glancing
into the rearview mirror as the place known Homesite
to everyone, despite the fact that a single house hadn't
been built there for the last fifty years disappeared in the distance.

The ride was awkward at best. Both Naruto and Sasuke had
opened the windows on their sides, but that didn't help much; the smells inside
the car were overwhelming. Naruto wanted to stick his head out of the
window, but couldn't. He�d look like a dog.

Naruto could divide every scent by its source and origin.

Cleaning products, with lemon.
Sasuke must clean his jeep at least once a week, the last time being three
days ago. He started on the right side of the back seat, and finished on the
left side of the front part � just above the wheel. No one else besides Sasuke,
Shikamaru, and Naruto himself had been inside since then.

No body fluids besides some very light sweat. The air
conditioning was working well. It was probably very expensive. If any
kind of sex had happened in this car, it had to have been weeks and weeks ago.
Naruto was very grateful for that. Some years back he had been forced to ride
in a car that had been used the previous night as alternate bed by some horny
teenagers. He had only just made it out of that one.

Fake pine smell. The pine
freshener on the rearview mirror was too strong, almost bringing tears to
Naruto�s eyes. It was new, probably taken from its bag the day the car was
cleaned.

The Leather and rubber were bothering him as well�but the
more importantly, Sasuke smelled weird. Not unlike himself, but
still�different. That was not exactly a new occurrence, though; it happened
every few months. Like some sort of schedule.

It meant Sasuke had found yet another
ability to copy. It also probably meant that he had found yet another
poor soul to take home, fuck, and then call them a cab. Or at least that was
how Naruto imagined it.

This time, the scent has changed in a more� chemical way. It
was almost like when Sakura took an aspirin, only stronger. What did that mean?
Could he ask? If Naruto had trusted himself to only ask about abilities, and
not about the way Sasuke was getting them, he probably would have. As it
was, he had to wait and see for himself. Sasuke was a show off, anyway; he
would take the first opportunity to try it out, whatever �it� was.

Sasuke stopped in front of a very nice house in an excellent
neighborhood. Naruto�s relief after getting out the car lasted for only a
short time, though.

Konohamaru had told Naruto where the spare key was, so they
let themselves in without any trouble. Naruto almost had to step back at the
force of the stench from upstairs.

�What is it?� Sasuke asked quietly, going for his belt.
Naruto shook his head.

�No, we�re alone. It just stinks.� He said. That was
understatement, so he tried to explain: �Like in the bus station toilet �
excrements, blood, sex. There�s something else though, it smells weird��
Like honey, but not quite. Bees and honey together?
Ants? Regardless, the scent was very strong and
coming from all over the house.

�Excrements?� Sasuke asked, clearly
amused. �Where did you hear that?�

�What, is it wrong?� Naruto asked. �Or did I just say
something very intelligent?�

�No, you implied that someone forgot to flush the toilet. I
just want to know where you heard the word.�

It definitely smelled as if someone had recently had a bad
case of diarrhea and a nonfunctional toilet. It was very rude of Sasuke to
assume Naruto wouldn�t know a word like that, though.

�Hey, you bastard! I know plenty of
big words!�

�Hn.�
Sasuke smirked, but it felt like a fond smirk. Naruto let it slide and allowed
himself to be lead up the stairs.

It really wasn�t fair that all of the people Naruto was
desperately trying to stay away from knew him so well. Because it would not
change what Sasuke thought of him, Naruto grumbled:

�Sakura put up a big sign in my guest bathroom, �Clean
your own excrements!�. People are always asking me what the hell it
means, so I looked it up.�

Another �Hn� was the only answer
Sasuke offered. Naruto couldn�t resist smiling brightly as he followed.
Sasuke might never win a reward for niceness, but at least they didn�t fight
about stupid things anymore. Yet even while Naruto felt good about them
being on good terms, he was scared as well. Getting too close to someone
can get you hurt. It was a lesson he had learned well.

Upstairs, Sasuke turned with a raised eyebrow. Naruto
directed him to a room at the end of the hallway with a nod.

Instead of going in, Sasuke opened the little suitcase he
had brought with him. Naruto couldn�t see what was in there, and he was
practically burning with curiosity. He knew Sasuke had his gun and handcuffs
under his jacket, even though he couldn�t see them. The case had to have those
cool CSI things in it - little handy saws, colored lights, fingerprint dust...
Sasuke took something out and gave it to Naruto. It
looked like a tiny plastic bag, packed tightly into an even smaller plastic
bag.

�Um, what�s this for?�

�Gloves, shoe covers and a cap. So
you don�t leave evidence you were here.� Sasuke explained with an impatient
note. He opened his own set of protective plastics, and demonstrated how to put
them on.

Naruto was stuck between complaining and laughing. Sasuke
looked ridiculously cute with a blue plastic cap on his head. To hide his
smile, Naruto quickly followed Sasuke�s instructions and put on the protective
wear. He couldn�t stop his complaints, though.

�I wouldn�t touch anything. I know I�m not supposed to.�

�Hn.�
Sasuke answered, as he carefully opened the door. Naruto knew the difference
between �Hn, it�s nice we cleared that up,� and �Hn, I don�t believe you�. Sasuke
had used the second one.

�I wouldn�t!� Naruto insisted. Sasuke was standing at the
door, holding it open just enough far enough that only he could see inside.

�And if you knock a lamp down? Are you trying to tell me you
wouldn�t try to catch it on reflex?�

Oh. Catching a thing automatically would indeed leave
fingerprints on it. Sasuke nodded without even looking back at him, though
Naruto had not answered. �What did the kid say he found when he woke up?�

�Um,� Naruto said, giving Sasuke his most suspicious look.
What kind of question was that? They�d been through this already; he had told
him everything he knew. Naruto tried to remember Konohamaru�s exact words
anyway. ��He was lying there, bloody and cold.� Nothing
specific. Why?�

Sasuke just frowned for a moment.

�You don�t have weak stomach, right? If
you do, better stay out.�

What the hell? What in the room could be so bad that it was
making Sasuke act so careful?

�If I had weak stomach, I would�ve thrown up as soon as we
walked through the front door.� Naruto pushed the door to open wider with his
gloved hand. For a moment, he couldn�t see anything in the dark room. The
blinds were about half-way down, contrasting heavily with the bright light
filling the rest of the house.

By the time his eyes had adjusted, he already knew the
bigger part of what had happened. The strong smell of shit that he had noticed
earlier was coming from the bed. It was mixed with blood, old sweat, sex
fluids, and a stench that was the beginnings of the first stage of rotting �
something a regular nose would not catch just yet.

Sasuke walked carefully across the carpet to the bed. Naruto
followed, not really sure he wanted to see the corpse.

The once-gray sheet covering the dead body was stained dark
red from the dried blood on the upper half, and brown on the lower part that
was smeared in dried shit. You could see the sheet�s original gray color only
on the edges that were hanging over the edge of the mattress. It was covering
most of the naked skin; Naruto was sure that all the guy�s clothes were on the
floor and the chair near the bed. His legs were spread wildly, not leaving much
to the imagination about what had been going on before, or maybe during, his
death.

Naruto heard that sometimes, out of extreme fear or stress,
a murder victim�s stomach could give out. Of course, after death the body
defecates naturally.
To see it up close and personal�Naruto could have happily
lived without that.

�This is good, I think.� Sasuke said. �This wasn�t done by a
girl.�

Naruto knew he meant good for us. He did.

It was just hard to see any good in all this.

He almost had to force himself to look up into what was of
left the face on the dead guy and if he ever came close to puke, it was then.
It wasn�t the stench; the smells, though unpleasant and very strong, were
natural. Naruto got used to them very quickly. It was the sight itself.
There was hardly anything left of the face, just a big mush of dry blood,
pieces of skin, flesh, and whitish parts of bones sticking out here and there.
Sasuke leaned over the body. Naruto could see his face clearly, as the hair
that would otherwise fall over his face was tucked inside of the blue plastic
cap. Sasuke didn�t seem disgusted by the scene or upset with the fact that
another human had done this.

�Oh, God.� The
came from Naruto�s mouth before he had managed to form it as a complete
thought. �Konohamaru did this?�

Sasuke looked at him.

�I don�t know. Are you sure he didn�t lie to you?�

Fear. Guilt.
Sorrow. Soap with almonds.
Nettle shampoo. Fading traces of the dead guy�s natural scent. But Naruto
was sure that, no, the kid had not been lying.

�I�m sure.� He said, almost whispering. �He looked like
normal kid, maybe someone who would kill under really extreme circumstances,
but this��

His voice faded. Sasuke picked up where he left off.

�This was personal. This guy was stabbed several times in
the chest area. After that, every attack was directed at the face�� Sasuke
picked up something that Naruto had apparently missed from the mess that had
once been a face. �He still had his glasses on.�

Naruto looked closer. Part of the broken frame was still on
the tainted pillow.

�But, his head looks like it was smashed several times, like
with hammer or something.� Naruto said. �Is it possible to do this with bare
hands?�

Sasuke turned on a tiny flashlight that had appeared in his
hands seemingly from nowhere and kneeled to look under the bed while Naruto
spoke. He answered, too low behind the bed for Naruto to see his face.

�For you? Yes.� Naruto winced,
though it was probably truth. �For me? Probably, if I had some time. For some
random mutant with the ability to turn into a girl? No.�

Sasuke looked carefully around using his little, but
unusually strong, flash light. Naruto followed his every movement, pretending
he was trying to remember the order Sasuke used to inspect a scene. In
actuality, Naruto was enjoying looking at Sasuke while he was too busy to
notice. In this place, it felt like he was resting his eyes.

It was always fascinating to watch the way Sasuke
never wasted a single movement or second. It seemed as if he was even breathing
in a certain way, to help himself be more efficient.

The room was just a normal teenager�s room, besides the fact
that it would have looked freakishly clean if it wasn�t for the jumble in the
middle. There was an expensive looking computer in the corner, a bookshelf with
more comics than books stashed in it, and a poster on the wall advertising some
video game. The carpet in the middle was baby blue, in exactly the shade a mum
would pick for her son, with recently made dark red spots on the side nearest
to the bed.

Sasuke finally moved to look at the small mess on the
nightstand. The items on it seemed out of place out in the open like that.
He turned the flashlight�s beam onto it, even though you
could have easily seen it without any help. After a moment he cut the light and
quickly started going through the items, picking up one thing at a time.
Naruto could tell what they were from across the room.

A pack of condoms (opened, with one separate empty wrapping)
was the most obvious thing. Also, a jar that looked similar to those ones you
get from a pharmacy when they have to mix your medicine. Naruto had a pretty
good idea what was in it, but he had to ask anyway.

�Can I smell that?�

Sasuke looked at him, frowning.

�Huh?�

�That jar. Can I smell it?�

He was looking for the source of that honey-like smell. It
made no sense it for it to be lube; it was too strong and felt too
natural. Still, he wanted to check.

Sasuke opened the jar.

�Come over here. I not going to
risk you contaminating the evidence. If something were to fall on the bed��

Yeah, same old Sasuke. God forbid
he worry about disrespecting the dead, evidence was more important. Naruto
walked around the bed, even though he knew from the moment the lid came off
that the lube had the smell of strawberries. He sniffed the thing from
the greatest possible distance anyway. It was even more sickeningly sweet up
close, and for the first time in quite a while Naruto felt his stomach
churning.

�Too much of this could make me puke.� He informed
Sasuke, who looked at him carefully, probably to make sure he wouldn�t vomit
for real. Satisfied with what he saw on Naruto�s face � (a nose wrinkled in
disgust), Sasuke smirked and closed the jar.

Naruto shook his head in frustration. �That�s not the
scent I�m looking for, though.�

The only thing left on the nightstand was a paper napkin
with some little tablets on it, the bright green marking so bright it made them
look like small targets.

Naruto lifted he head and his eyebrows to look at Sasuke,
but there was no answer. Sasuke was packing a single tablet into a small
plastic evidence bag.

�Sakura will find out what this is faster than an official
lab.� Naruto nodded. Sasuke glanced once again around the room. �I don�t see
the murder weapon anywhere. We have to check the bed.�

�Oh. We can go though the bed?� He really wanted to check
everything he could.

�We have to; I want to know what weapon was used.�

�Could we check under the pillow, too? That smell really
bothers me, and it�s strongest there.�

Sasuke�s only answer was a single nod, before he started to
move the sheets slowly and carefully. Naruto kept away, not sure what to do. If
Sasuke needed help, he would ask. Hopefully.

After a while, Sasuke announced, �Nothing. He did something
with the weapon, he must have.�

�No.� Naruto said. Konohamaru said that he hadn�t when
Naruto asked, and he hadn�t been lying. Sasuke opened his mouth, and Naruto
snapped �I�m sure.� before he could say anything.

The kid just didn�t look like a murderer � not at all. He
looked like a normal kid, with his own set of problems. The possibility that
this had been done with bare hands� It was all very disturbing, and Naruto felt
that the whole situation was far too familiar.

�Before he came to, or however that happened. Before he woke up.� Sasuke said, glaring at Naruto to show
he hadn�t been about to ask Naruto if he was sure. Naruto concentrated on the
little pang of guilt to keep himself as far away as he
could from that mood. After a moment of silence, Sasuke waved at the
pillow. �Come on then. I will lift it as far up as I can without disturbing
anything and you look.�

Sasuke gave Naruto his little flashlight. He needed it, too;
Sasuke�s shadow made the already dark pillow hard to see under. Naruto pressed
the switch and looked.

There was definitely something there, but it didn�t look
like anything that could smash someone�s face in. It was more like a bluish
smudge � with moving ends? Naruto adjusted the beam of the flashlight so that
it was falling from a little blunter an angle.

Bugs. A large nest of was bugs
right under the pillow.

Naruto picked one up. It was gray on one side and oddly blue
on the other. Sasuke looked over Naruto�s shoulder impatiently.

�I�ve never seen a bug like that.� He stated. Naruto wanted
to elbow him in the stomach for standing so close.

�There�s a nest of them under the pillow.�

Sasuke took the bug and packed it in yet another plastic
bag. Naruto was starting to suspect the suitcase Sasuke had with him was mostly
full of plastic. �Uh, I don�t think Shino�s going to like it if you kill a
bug.�

�Shino?� Sasuke asked.

�Yeah, you remember him, the guy with bugs and sunglasses?
We�ll take this one to him to see what he can tell us about the bug, right?�

�We have bugs experts available as consultants.� Sasuke
said, keeping the bag with the bug against the window. He was trying to count
legs, apparently.

�You have better experts than Shino?� That was quite
impossible. What was with Sasuke? It wasn�t like him to miss out on a good
source of information.

Sasuke looked away from the bag. �Didn�t you meet that guy
in the asylum?�

Oh, he was trying to be considerate. Naruto wished he
wouldn�t do that. Yes, Shino had been Kiba�s roommate, but that wouldn�t make
Naruto cry or go over the edge and start destroying things. That had only
happened once or twice anyway.

�It would also be quicker.� Na said, ignoring the question.
Sasuke knew damn well exactly how and where he�d met Shino. �He offered to
help.�

�Hn.�
Sasuke said. He probably knew Shino better than Naruto.

�Well, he came to my place, looked in all corners for dead
insects and left me his phone number and address. I assumed that meant �You�re
not killing bugs for no good reason; I�ll help you when I can�. He can help us
now. And I haven�t killed a thing since then, in case he comes back.
That guy is scary.�

�Fine, we�ll ask Shino.� Sasuke conceded. He knew Shino was
the best, but he wanted to make sure Naruto wouldn�t go crazy.

Sasuke said �we�. They were about to spend some more time
together. Naruto tried not to be happy - or to think about it too much.

Sasuke lifted the bag to inspect it in the light once again.
In the next moment, the bag was falling to the floor. Sasuke gasped for air,
blindly stepping to the side. Naruto caught his hand, stopping him from walking
into one of the biggest smudges on the floor. With time, Sasuke�s control over
the visions had grown very good; there were almost no consequences at all.
However, it was still impossible for him to be on two planes
at the same time.

For awhile, Sasuke had given up his every day sight to see
glimpses of that other time and place. Neji refused to develop his own talent
in that way. He concentrated more on feelings and empathy. Sasuke, as always,
wanted more. The accuracy of his visions, he believed, was worth it.

How the hell he still had his job with episodes like
this one, Naruto couldn�t say.

�

  Sasuke

It is his room, the way it had looked when he was a kid,
but the window is on the wrong side. The light is falling from the right, not
from the left. Sasuke knows this was a vision. He also knows that this
vision is wrong.

The greenish light means a vision of the past, but in the
past, the light necessary for him to do his math problems came from the left.
The desk is the wrong color but familiar and somehow smaller than it is
supposed to be. He feels a little sick but does not stop writing the solution
in the already half-filled notebook. The door opens with a bang, without any
warning at all. Itachi rushes in, pouting in that adorable, childish way that
Sasuke loves so much, and demands:

�Sasuke! Play with me! You
said you�d play with me today!�

Wait, this was wrong� Sasuke knows it�s wrong, wrong in
color, shape, sound. His mouth is opening on its own.

�I have homework. Some other time,
okay?�

No, it wasn�t okay.
Not for Itachi, who looked like he is about to start crying. It wasn�t okay for
Sasuke, who had finally realized what was so wrong about this scene.

When Itachi was
five, Sasuke hadn�t been born yet. He had only seen the five-year-old Itachi in
old photos.

With that realization, the greenish light faded. Sasuke was
once again in the bedroom of the murder with Naruto.

This had never happened before. His visions were always
accurate, to the very last detail. What the hell just happened?

He turned, about to ask the question aloud, then stopped. Naruto was holding him like Sasuke was fifteen
again and would faint from a single vision. He snatched his hand away and tried
to step out of the light embrace. Everything washed away into a red fog.

Future, then.

He is sitting at the desk again. A computer is to the
right of him, its monitor shining into his face too brightly in the dark room.
He is not alone, and that is familiar. The other person is coming closer and
closer and closer, with the clear intention of killing him�killing him�

Blood, there was blood on his hands. He wasn�t
alone. He wasn�t safe.
He could see, through his blood-stained fingers, that the
shadow is coming closer and closer. Fear is choking him. He is such coward,
such a foolish little hypocrite; he should be out there, Naruto could still be
alive. Instead he gave up, clutching at his stomach even though the pain was
long gone. He wanted the shadow to come closer and finish the job, because
there was nothing after this, nothing at all�

This time when Sasuke came to, Naruto really had to hold him
up. Sasuke was too shocked by the vision to concentrate. He was gasping for
breath, Naruto was not letting go and damn it all, Sasuke didn�t want him to
let go, so he didn�t try to struggle.

�The same one.� He said, in the
voice so low it could only be called a whisper. �The same
one.�

That was not enough for Naruto to understand, to see what
Sasuke had seen. It was the same vision he�d had the night before they escaped
from the asylum. The day he had seen his brother for the last
time. Weren�t they sleeping in the same bed after that? No, that�s
wasn�t important, not when Kiba was dead and Itachi lost forever.

Sasuke licked his dry lips, and tried again.

�That night� At the asylum, I had a vision, remember?�
Naruto�s hold on him was suddenly tighter, strong enough to leave bruises and
to remind him that Naruto could break his bones without even realizing it.
Sasuke couldn�t make himself fight against the grip.
Naruto didn�t get the importance of this! Maybe it was a
clue, maybe they could find Kabuto now, maybe Sasuke could finally, after all
these years of searching and waiting, find out what had happened to his brother.

So Sasuke took a deep breath, perfectly aware that it was a
not good idea to let Naruto get so close, and poured the second vision and
everything that had come to his mind right afterwards into Naruto�s brain.

It took couple of seconds to settle in, and then Naruto�s
eyes were red and focused.

Sasuke opened his mouth to ask something, but everything
faded once again. He only had the time to remark to himself that he had never
had three visions in a row before, and then�

It was Naruto, leaning over him, holding him flat against
the wall with a single hand, clear intention written on his face. It was
Naruto - his hands, his warmth, his eyes, red and
intense - and for the first time ever, Sasuke closed his eyes and closed
his mind to the vision. Whatever it was � he had a very good idea, but still -
he didn�t want to see it. He couldn�t.

Sasuke opened his eyes once again in the stinky room with
the corpse. Naruto was looking back at him. Was it his red irises that had
triggered the vision?

�Sasuke,� Naruto said, eerily calm and lucid in the chaos.
�What was the first one?�

�Not important. Past.� Sasuke
answered, realizing how much he was out of breath when he had to suck in a big
gulp of air just to squeeze the words out.

�And the last one?�

�None of your business!� The words
were a bit too sharp to be convincing, but Sasuke could breathe easier now.

�Ah.� Naruto answered, smirking in a way that let Sasuke
know without a doubt Naruto knew exactly what the vision had been.

It was nice, in a way. It was refreshing to have Naruto
around. He was capable of understanding Sasuke. It was also very nice to
have Naruto�s hands around his waist, to be so close; but as soon as the
redness went away from his eyes, Naruto would regret he had let this last as
long as it had.

Sasuke�s eyes would be just as red, to match, if he wasn�t
so full of the garbage Chiyo called medication�

Oh, God, no! He wasn�t supposed to have visions at all
because of the drugs! It must be some side effect - this was false information,
these visions were not real at all! How could have he been so stupid? Sasuke
knew he wasn�t supposed to have visions this early. He�d messed up. He�d just
given Naruto false information and he wouldn�t be able to explain why that had
happened without revealing that he was taking those pills.

Sasuke finally stepped out of the hold, struggling a little
against Naruto�s strength. Naruto�s red eyes flashed, and he gave a lazy
smile full of sadistic mirth.

�You ware so sad.� He said.

�What?� But the realization was reaching his brain
already. He had shown Naruto his vision. He had also poured all the
emotions the vision had inspired straight into Naruto�s awareness.

�You thought I was dead, and you were so sad. You
thought there was nothing to live for.�

Well, shit. Sasuke didn�t want to have this conversation. Ever. He also
didn�t have anyone else to blame but himself. He said, sharply. �I thought
you were dead. I thought I had nothing to live for. Two.
Separate. Things.�

Naruto laughed, the rich sound falling from his lips
inappropriately loud when there was a body just couple of feet from him. Sasuke
was determined not to react sexually. It would be too much after that
last vision.

�You thought you had nothing to live for because I
was dead.� Naruto insisted.

Until this fox crap passed, Sasuke had no chance of having
his way. It was impossible for anyone to argue with Naruto when he was like
this, especially Sasuke. He knew exactly what Naruto was capable of in this state
- and he had to fight off flashbacks and talk at the same time.

�Where is the bug?� He asked, cutting off the conversation.
Any further denial would only make Naruto more determined.

Naruto picked the bag up from the floor, but the sly smile
didn�t leave his face.

�Here. Now tell me. Remember, I know when you�re lying.�

I can outrun you. Sasuke thought, and then to himself, You will not run from yourself.

�I have no idea. Go die, and we will see.� Sasuke
answered. That was true enough to go through Naruto�s sensors as a
possible truth, even if he didn�t really want Naruto to go and die. It had been
a vision of future, anyway. Who could say what would happen between now and
then?

Naruto laughed again � low, melodious and out of place.

�I might just do that.� He said. �If that�s what it would
take.�

Sasuke didn�t answer, choosing instead to pack the evidence
he had collected into the case. He wanted to ask what that had meant, but
didn�t. Better to leave it as it was.

When he finished the job and looked up Naruto was smiling,
his eyes blue again. It was that insecure and dishonest smile that Sasuke
really hated. Sasuke clenched his teeth so hard it hurt and raised an eyebrow,
expecting an apology.

Naruto surprised him.

�It was the bugs.�

�Huh?�

�The smell. It�s the bugs. They
must be all over....�

Sasuke�s phone interrupted him. He answered it without
bothering to check who it was. He needed a break from Naruto�s heavy
presence, and he would have taken the call even if it had been from a long dead
second cousin.

It was Shikamaru.

�Where the hell are you?� He asked in an
uncharacteristically loud and anxious voice.

�Why?� It couldn�t be anything good if Shikamaru was so
upset. Sasuke answered the question with one of his own to make sure he
wouldn�t blurt out something he wasn�t supposed to.

�Where is Naruto?� Shikamaru demanded, ignoring the fact
that Sasuke hadn�t really answered him.

�Why do you think I would know that?� Sasuke said carefully,
but he couldn�t resist glancing at Naruto from across the room. He was
wide-eyed and appeared to be listening intently; he could probably hear every
word.

�Don�t bullshit me, Sasuke! That Deidara
guy is thrashing around in panic, claiming he hasn�t gone to a hospital in
years and that he would never attack anyone. He�s demanding to talk to Naruto,
and there�s nothing I can do to make him calm down!�

They had been dancing around Sasuke�s involvement in mutant
business for a couple of years now. It was worrying that Shikamaru would
decide to say something as crude as �Don�t bullshit me� on the subject. Things
in the precinct must have been really bad. Not that Sasuke actually believed
that Shikamaru didn�t know about him - very little could get past the
man. Sasuke could only hope against hope.

If Shikamaru wanted to report him, he could do it. He
probably had enough info to get him fired without even mentioning �mutant�.

It was obvious that they had reached the end of the line.

�We�ll be right there.� Sasuke answered.

Shikamaru sounded nothing short of relieved as he answered,
�Hurry!�

Sasuke shut the phone and looked around carefully as he put
it away. Being in a hurry wouldn�t pass as a valid excuse if he fucked
something up now. Naruto was frowning, but followed Sasuke without asking for
an explanation.

Once they were out of the house, Naruto muttered. �He
really isn�t the violent type.�

He being the blonde terrorist Deidara,
Sasuke assumed. Deidara looked very violent to
Sasuke. He had blown up parts of the hospital and hurt people. Now he was
thrashing around the station, claiming amnesia�

Sasuke stopped in his tracks. Naruto almost collided with
him on the front path of the house.

�He doesn�t remember.� Sasuke said aloud.

�Who? What?� Naruto asked, hovering
a bit with a worried expression.

�Deidara doesn�t remember. And
Konohamaru doesn�t remember either.�

�Oh. You think they�re connected?�

The tablets on the table in that upstairs room were
unfamiliar to Sasuke � Sakura would have to check them. If
they were some kind of stimulant� Maybe they were something that reacted
only with mutants and triggered violent behavior and then memory loss
afterwards. Konohamaru might have used it, and Deidara
looked like the type that would take drugs.

It was a dodgy theory, but worth looking into.

�It might be.� He answered Naruto�s question. �We�ll find
out.�

And Kakashi might as well kill him for getting Naruto right
in the middle of his investigation, but Sasuke felt that they had to work together.
Naruto was like a walking polygraph, and the situation was pretty grave. If the
media got their claws into the incidents � especially if they somehow managed
to take pictures of the dead body upstairs � all hell would break loose. It was
odd that two unfortunate events of this caliber had happened on the same
day. It would be a huge relief if they could find some proof that they
were caused by a chemical accident.

They had to work together on this, and they had to be quick.
Sasuke would also use the opportunity to fix what he had done when he�d slipped
up and let Naruto inside of his head.

What ever the situation was, it had nothing to do with what
had happened in the asylum; that, at least, was clear.

A/N: Yeah. It will almost be a year since I started this
story. As the first one, it means to me much more then all the others but I
write it slower. And this chapter was one really big gore festival. Sorry!
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