An intense-orange, warm sunset. A road bathed in shining rays. A golden, hostile field, tearing the sky at the crimson horizon. A silent, peaceful, yet tensioned atmosphere. What a great landscape for those silly people who like mushy romances. But not for me; personally, I hate sunsets. I've been hating them since I was small. They brought the night, a night full of crimes, blood, and other illegalities. A night full of fear, nightmares and traumas. In one collocation, Gaara's nightlife. Good thing he has slowed doing that for about an year now, but I still couldn't manage enjoying the sunsets. They were still creepy. But here I am, sharing one on my road to home. I'm tired, absent-minded, and can't thing of anything else but the sunset that I'm given to see. I've just finished my job for today, as a pathologist; I'm working very much at the morgue. Walking between white walls, near dismembered or naked skeletons, smelling the fragrance of death... all seem pretty fine to me. Some may consider me insane for doing that, but I've gained in time a light form of sadism; living in such a family environment, who wouldn't?

Although I'm spending a large amount of time among dead people, I'm not an anti-social freak. I hate most of the humans, for personal reasons, but I'm keeping friendships very well. I can feel when a person is sincere and original, and there are a few who can fulfil these conditions. It's not like I'd be pretentious, but most of them aren't worth. People at my age are either boring or extremely busy, and the younger ones...well, I can't stand the biggest part of them... Anyways, I'm not that desperate for company, although I'm an young spirit. I like listening to hip hop music, I mean.. the meaningful one, not trashes; and I also enjoy skating. I would most likely be found dead doing an extreme sport than taking drugs, like the rest of my friend do.

This was an ordinary evening. A nice tv post, a nice bed, a fresh room..it would be boring to describe the normality. It always was.. The next day I reached the hospital to find out my new task. I was in charge with a fresh corpse. It was the dead body of a tanned man, with a black beard. His name was Asuma Sarutobi as I've heard. I spended like 2 hours mutilating him without finding a convincing cause. I've started cutting his stomach and eliminating all his organs, one by one, until his body was empty. Then I continued with his face and members. This wasn't scary when you were experienced, just material, after all.. I've reached to the conclusion that it was the excessive smoking. His lungs were all black.

At the end of the day, when I finished job and started heading home, I found outside the building, near the entrance, a sleeping human. I assumed it was a girl, because of the ponytail. I didn't know what she was doing there, but I thought she was waiting for me, because I was the last doctor there. Too bad she fell asleep. So I thought of getting rid of her faster, so I can go home already. Skipping the greeting, although it was rude, I told her with a voice that I found sarcastic and somehow too harsh:

'Hey, if you're one of my patients, you should come tomorrow morning. Now I can't cripple you, the program is over for today, lady.'

She opened her eyes and raised slightly her head, watching me with cold and indifferent eyes. She wasn't asleep after all. But that's when I noticed that I mistook the gender. It was a boy.. But still, his style was weird. His face was masculine and his eyes were half covered by eyelids and with dark circles under. In rest, he seemed normal. But the hairstyle was... very lady-like. Maybe I should ask him if he was a transvestite... Maybe .. I should not.

'I'm not a girl...' he responded, with a gruff voice. Then I noticed a small cigarette resting between his lips. How can he sleep while smoking? It was dangerous.

'If you keep on smoking, you'll die like one of the recent "studied" men did... and the next time we'll meet it would be inside.. you on the bed, and I with a knife.' I warned him while taking my leave. I didn't know why I've told him that. I don't care about him, after all.

'Well...Because of him I'm here...' he cut. I stopped.

'Really? Was Asuma Sarutobi your father or what?' I asked him, even if there wasn't any resemblance between them.

'No... he was a teacher. A close one..' he said, closing his eyes. I could sense his sadness, and I hoped he wouldn't cry on me. Then he continued.. 'Was it you who made the research on him?'

'Well.. yeah.. And if you're here to find out the cause of his death, I already told you. Too much smoking harms.'

'No! My master was too tough to die just from that. He had resisted many years before he deceased. There must be another reason'
What's gotten into this kid? First he's apathetic, and then he darts at me as if I wouldn't have studied medicine. Ok, not darting, but he should keep his mouth quiet if he cared about his life.

'How frequent was he smoking?'

'All the day!' he replied shortly, like it was something normal. Then I could feel how my mouth edges were shaping a smirk. This kid was probably insane from his teacher's death. Funny, but annoying.

'Then there is no doubt.' I told him, before leaving. I really had no time to discuss over a pointless subject with that lad.

'No, doctor! Please, listen! It wasn't the cigarette who killed him. There are some legendary assassins haunting this town and they...'

'Shut the fuck up, kid! Don't try to give me stupid reasons when there are obvious facts! I've studied medicine, not fantasy! Just accept his death and period! What the hell do you want me to do now? Start an investigation? I don't care about him, but if you do, why don't you hit the road and...' Breath! Breath! You must breath now. It seems that my nerves are still... very sensitive. I really couldn't control this and keep my voice low, but the boy was intriguing. I was now expecting him to run or to be shocked, judging by my fierce nature, but he just remained silent.

'I'm 23! I'm not a kid!'... He spoke with a lethargic voice. He looked like he didn't hear me. But, was all that he could reply?

'And I'm 26, baby! So show some respect and shut up!'

Well, he amused me. He wasn't cranky like I thought he would be, even after my speech. But still, I hoped I'll never face him again. I turned around and started walking towards home. My job was tiresome sometimes. And I'd remark the sunset again... Shit!

Anyways, dood thing I'm free tomorrow. I can go to my favorite park and enjoy my youth a lil' bit. I don't have much time left. In my thirties I would probably have to raise a family so I'm not rushing time.

When I was close to my apartment, I heard some strange noises in the surrounding bushes. Then, some Japanese-stars things have crossed like 1 centimeter in front of my face and stuck into the nearest wall. What the hell was happening? Should I look for the attackers and hide from then? Or maybe I should run but... I don't know where they are! Drat! Don't panic, don't panic! You won't die here, I guess!Oh no, I'm already sweating and I'm feeling cold inside. You chicken! Run the hell now, you must reach home before anything happens.
But before I realized, I was circled by mysterious, black masked men. What the hell did they want?