Okay, do this is my first story, so please go easy on me! If I made any mistakes, leave me a message or review and I will take it into account and try to fix it.
The characters will be a little OOC, especially Sasuke, but Itachi isn't a murderer so I figured this is what he would be like if he had a normal family. Plus this will be SLASH as in, male on male yummy goodness. So if you don't like, don't read. Flames are not appreciated.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! All Naruto characters and materials belong to Masashi Kishimoto! He is their true creator! (trust me, if i owned Naruto, it would not be approppriate for minors. Can you say slash?)
It was raining, which is a little cliché, considering they were investigating a murder and robbery at the National History Museum in London. But then again, it was London. It always rained.
And this night was no different - except that approximately half an hour ago, a priceless vase was stolen from the Japanese folklore exhibit that was being lent to the museum. And found at the location was the dead body of the security guard. At least, they thought it was. He had the some bone structure and the dentals matched up, but it was hard to tell when the skin was flayed completely off of him.
Sasuke stared down at the body in disgust. He had seen many a grisly crime scene in his four years of working as a murder investigator for the City of London Police force homicide department,but this was one of his worst.
What type of human being could do this to another? 'Some twisted motherfucker' he thought. Literally all of the skin had been basically peeled off the flesh of this man. Yeah, even there.
Sighing, he stood up and looked over the scene. Frantic policemen and women were taking pictures, neatly categorizing spots of blood spread on the ground with numbered place markers. They were going to need more of those to mark all the spread out drops of blood. It was almost completely covering the entire floor around the display case in which the priceless vase had once stood.
"Bloody hell." He muttered under his breath. It was six in the morning, and he was dragged out of his bed at the ungodly hour of five, only to have to stare at the mutilated body of a dead man. Normally he woke up a seven and didn't have to see mutilated dead bodies until at least seven forty-five. He really needed some coffee. Caffeine fixed everything.
Sakura Haruno, a good friend of his and member of his investigation team , stood next to him and handed him a to-go cup of copy. "You know how much I love you, right?" he said as he took an appreciative whiff of the auburn-colored liquid. "In a totally you're my savior for keeping me from having caffeine withdrawals kind of way. Because I don't do breasts."
"You're just lucky I grabbed you a cup before getting here. Honestly, for someone who's obsessed with coffee, you'd think you'd grab a cup before you go." She replied. "And who said you'd be close enough to these breasts to even think about doing them?"
"Touché."
"So what have we got?" She asked. He grabbed the file he'd been cradling under his arm and opened it up.
"Victim Jack Weltman, age 49. Night guard for National History Museum in London. Died between the hours of two and three a.m. this morning. Found by next shift of guards as he came in to change shifts with him. No recognizable methods of murder, other than the fact he has no skin left."
"No skin left anywhere?"
"Nope."
She winced sympathetically. "Ouch."
"Yeah, ouch."
Turning around, I called over one of my other team members. "Neji!"
Turning his head towards me, he nodded, and turned back to the person he was having a conversation with, politely excusing himself. Turning all the way around and walking to my side , the first thing he said was, "Is that coffee?"
"Yes, but you're going to have to get your own." I replied while hugging my coffee to my chest protectively.
"Sakura?" He was making the Eyes. Nobody could resist Neji or Hinata's large lavender puppy eyes for long.
"I already got you some, it's over on the table. But first, answer Sasuke's question."
"Yes?" He turned towards me, fidgeting, obviously eager to get to the coffee before somebody else did.
"Is this all the information we have on the death of the victim?" I asked, curious about the lack of information on his cause of death.
Neji's expression turned annoyed. "Yes," he pouted, "we can't find any obvious cause of death. We'll have to take him back to the lab for further investigation of his body. No major wounds were found on the body, like gunshot wounds or stab marks."
"Ok, thanks. Now go get some coffee before it's all gone."
The light-eyed man brightened before going off in search of coffee.
"We'll just have to have Itachi, Shino, and Lee take a look then." Itachi, Shino, and Lee were the teams' forensic anthropologists. Basically, they studied dead bodies to find clues about the killers. Itachi was Sasuke's older brother, and the head anthropologist of the three. Basically, he was the big boss. Shino was more of the 'particle guy', finding clues in particles of substances left on the body, while Lee was a very… youthful guy who studied the actual body more than what was on it. Though they were a bit… odd, all three of them, they were the best of the best, and good guys once you got to know them.
That was when the door opened. And Sasuke's life was flipped backwards, upside down, and then pushed of the side of a bridge.
"Excuse me, you're not allowed-"
"I think you'll find that I am." Mmmm, whose voice was that? Smooth and rich, a soft baritone that caressed Sasuke's ears. He turned around to see who he was. "Now step aside boys. You see this badge? That means we get to get in here."
Sasuke could see a man pushing past the policeman. Out from behind him stepped a tall, broad-shouldered, gorgeous man. With beautiful cerulean eyes, golden locks, and sun-kissed skin, one would think he lived in California rather than dreary London.
As he got closer, Sasuke noticed he had three whisker-like scars on each cheek, but rather than disfigure him, it made him look even more exotic.
"Hello," He said smoothly in that wonderful voice, "Are you in charge of this investigation Mr.…"
"Sasuke Uchiha."
"Mr. Uchiha, then."
Sasuke nodded his head, not wanting to open his mouth again and blurt something stupid, like 'you're gorgeous,' or 'please take me to your bed and have your dirty way with me,' that would be embarrassing.
"Well then, my team and I will just have to take it off your hands." Reaching into his pocket, he flipped open his wallet to show his badge. "Naruto Uzumaki, Department of Supernatural Criminal Investigations."
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