Full summary: She's an insane yet ingenious detective who swore to bring down any criminal that looked her way after one of her closets friend's murder. But as deadly secrets are revealed her her world comes crashing down, and she finds that in a world of criminal master minds, She'll have to rely on a father she never knew, a man she could never trust, and the few friends that are still alive. Main: Nejisaku Slight: itasaku gaasaku gaahana sasusaku All standard disclaimers
Chapter 1: Intro for the Detectives
Haruno Sakura, a twenty-two year old detective, sat at her desk that was tucked into a corner of her small office, scribbling away on a crowded notepad, and occasionally glancing at a file. You see, although it is very plausible that Sakura is ever so slightly insane, she is an ingenious detective. In fact, nearly all case files, and quite a few reports have passed into her hands from fellow detectives, and police officers who wanted to get her take on them. And a lot of times the people who she'd helped were more than happy to help her in return, especially when she needed people to pull a few strings for her.
A loud knock sounded through the room disrupting the silence. "What's up? Sakura asked casually, not bothering to tear her eyes away from the paperwork demanding her attention at the moment. "Hey Sakura you're still here?" Sakura jumped slightly at the rough almost menacing tone, and looked up, only to see her old friend and colleague Sabaku Gaara leaning in her door way. "Oh, Gaara, when did you get back? I didn't even know you where here." Sakura asked in surprise straightening slightly. Gaara had been on a medical leave for the past three months, because of a high speed chase, in which his police car had been slammed into, and ended up flipped over. Needless to say Gaara had not made it out without serious injuries, and was left with a slow and pain filled recovery. "Well that's not surprising, seeing as you've been locked in this office, for the last three days, as I've been told," He remarked dryly, causing Sakura to snort. "Well then I must inform you that whoever told you that is full of bull shit; I haven't been in here for three days straight, I went home yesterday!" "At what time? Three A.M.?" Sakura's face gained a shade of bright red as she hunched over slightly in embarrassment. She was a notorious workaholic, and had a record of being banned from the police station, for days at a time. Kakashi, the current chief of police had called these times 'Recuperation periods', Sakura however, did not see what use they were, seeing as she usually found a way to get involved in a case whether, or not Kakashi allowed it.
The truth is that Sakura is probably one of the most unlucky people in the world, well maybe not the world, but still, trouble never seemed to leave her alone. In fact, Sakura could be minding her own business, and quietly awaiting her coffee in a quaint little coffee shop, located in the friendliest neighborhood in the universe, and she would still manage to get tangled up, in an armed robbery. And coincidentally, this had actually happened, and for the robbers involved they were more than happy to serve their time in prison than to face an angry, coffee deprived Sakura. That day was the last day a thought of crime ever flitted through those criminals mind, partly because, they never wanted to encounter the pink haired detective, and partly because they found that sharing showers with people who looked like they could swallow you whole, was not the most endearing way to spend your life.
Gaara chucked slightly seeing her embarrassment, causing Sakura to scowl, "watch it buddy or you won't make it home tonight." Raising a non-existent eyebrow at the comment Gaara smirk and retorted, "My, my, Sakura that is a direct threat against an officer of the law, you don't want me to report you do you?" Sakura rolled her eyes leaned back an looked him straight in the eyes, "please tell me you did not come here just to annoy me, because you know me, my temper is legendary and I am no mood for some bull shit games," although she said this calmly, her jade colored eyes shone with impatience, irritation, and just a touch of malice towards that crimson haired male. Tilting his head, Gaara said "I just wished to inform you that it is now eleven o'clock, and it would be wise for you to leave before Kakashi or Shikamaru has you hauled of the premises again." Sakura's eyes narrowed, a sign that she was closed to her explosion point when, almost as though this had been rehearsed, Nara Shikamaru, second in command, and strategist to Kakashi walked past. "Sakura if you don't leave now, not only will I have you hauled of the premises, I will report you to Kakashi." Sakura stood up abruptly, mouth gaping, and stared at Shikamaru, who didn't even pause to send her a glance. Her eyes stayed glued to the lazy strategists back as he walked on and finally he left her line of vision completely. Sakura redirected her gaze at Gaara for a few moments then with a defeated sigh she flopped down into her chair. She then grabbed a bag from next to her desk and began packing away her things, as Gaara still stood leaning against her door frame, watching her intently.
As the pinkette finished packing Gaara slowly, stepped into the office, and toward her, "What?" she snapped irritably. "Do you have plans tonight?" "Well I was going to finish my work on the Oasaki case, but you had to ruin if for me."
"Someone has to take care of you since you're obviously not taking care of yourself," Gaara's voice was low, and more menacing than his usual deep tone. Sakura flinched at the anger hidden in his words; years of being around Gaara had left her very perceptive to the emotions of others even those few who, like Gaara, easily hide their emotions. She looked up at him, and into his sea green eyes. "Gaara...I... I know you care about me, and I'm sorry I know I'm not the most cooperative, person in the world, especially when it comes to my work," He snorted at that and Sakura straightened herself before continuing. "But you of all people should know that I not the same girl you went to middle school with. I grew up, and although I do need to take better care of myself, I don't need a father hanging over my shoulder." They held each other's gaze for a moment, and then almost as though he was embarrassed Gaara looked away.
He and Sakura had met at the tender age of eleven, both coming from unhealthy family environments. Gaara's own father had been an alcoholic and abusive man, while Sakura's father had never been around; her mother had been a promiscuous teenage girl when Sakura was born, and had never bothered to find out which man out of four had been Sakura's father.
Sakura watched Gaara for a few moments before looking away as well; she felt incredibly guilty reminding him of their troubled pasts. She gave a deep sigh and her shoulders drooped. "Look, you know how I like to be independent, and I'm headstrong, I'll admit that that is probably my worst feature, but I've been this way forever. Even Ibiki Morino couldn't change that!" Sakura flashed a grin, playfully and Gaara couldn't help but show a small rarely seen smile. Ibiki had been their drill instructor at the police academy, and he insisted that everything be done his way, meaning if he told you to take a hike through the forest, with out a map or compass that was exactly what you did. Well everyone except Sakura that is. Gaara's smile widened as he recalled what had happened their first day. Ibiki had taken them into the shooting range, where he tested them on how well they could use a simple modern hand gun. Instead of doing as Ibiki had said, Sakura found and old fashioned revolver and used that to shoot with. Gaara could even recall word for word what was said:
"What the hell are you doing girl? Are you stupid? I said the hand guns, not the goddamned revolver."
"Yeah well, I like the goddamned revolver better. So back off!"
Sakura's response would have angered any instructor, but not Ibiki. He merely laughed said "This ones got spunk!" Which was followed with a "Now drop and give me fifty solider!"
Sakura had always been a smart-aleck, although she'd rarely shown it in school or in public, well except to Ibiki, Gaara, Kakashi, and a select few others. This time it was Gaara's turn to sigh. "No Sakura you're right. I don't have the right to be hanging over your shoulder; like you said you don't need a father, especially when you're all grown up." He shook his head, and looked at her, and she could see the emotions he wasn't bothering to hide form her: Fear, worry, and just a bit of loneliness. She felt a swell in her heart as she registered that he was allowing her to see his emotions; to know that he trusted her enough not to hide what he really felt, brought her pride, and a feeling of warmth. Sakura smiled, "Well I think we should start this again." Gaara shot her a puzzled glance before returning to his usual emotionally void self.
Sakura sat back down, "oh! Gaara Since when did you get here? I didn't even know you were back!" she said way to cheerfully, Gaara let out a sound that was half a sigh, and an amused snort. "You are an idiot," he remark then proceeded to pull his ridiculously, amusing, friend out of the chair, and out of the police station. "Hey! Where are we going?" The young woman inquired, as he continued to pull her along to his car. "I figured you could use some fattening up, so I am taking you out for a nice big sundae." "Hey!" She protested feigning anger, "You can eat food like that but I can't! It'll go straight to my thighs!" He glanced back at her smirked and said "Well I doubt they can any fatter-" Sakura screeched and threw herself at him smacking him in the arms quite hard before he managed to restrain her. Gaara couldn't help but give a small chuckle at her actions. "Wow Sakura you're working up quite the criminal record, first threats, now assault, and all to an officer of the law. This is not looking good for you." Sakura scowled and stuck her tongue out playfully and got into a beautiful black 2005 Porsche Boxster, she slid into the smooth leather seats and gave a longing sigh. Gaara smirked.
"You know Sakura I could get you one of these if you just promise to get rid of that piece of shit Acura." She gasped in alarm an glared at him as he started his (much better) car. "That car has history its beautiful, and I have a lot of memories in it. Besides driving this car while undercover would be like wearing a sign that says 'Hey look at me! I'm a cop in disguise lol omg jk.'" "Oh yes and a gold 1994 Acura Integra is completely inconspicuous." She glared at him again. "Exactly my point." Shaking his head he pulled into Sakura's favorite ice cream parlor. After ordering they slid into a booth and enjoyed each others company in silence. Sakura hummed in delight as she devoured a large cone of mint chocolate chip, and cherry chocolate chip ice cream. Gaara watched in amusement as he ate his own modest portion of, his secret pleasure, strawberry shortcake ice cream. He chuckled as she mercilessly attacked her cone breaking up the delicious waffle-ly goodness, like a little girl with her favorite treat.
"You know you staring like that is kinda creepy," she commented absently, finishing the remains of her ice cream cone, and licking her lips as she looked up at him. He shook his head and finished his own scoop of ice cream before escorting Sakura home. Gaara pulling into the parking lot of Sakura's apartment building. She got out murmuring goodnight, and giving him an awkward hug. She sauntered up to the door only to be called back by Gaara. "What?" She asked impatiently. His grin became feral, and extremely cunning. "Have fun on your day off tomorrow." He rolled the window up, as her eyes widen in horror, and she swore loudly in realization. Gaara could only chuckle at her expense as he drove away from his best friend.
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I know I really shouldn't have started a new stroy but I can think of any good way to re-write What We See. so here you go.
~Kitsunegirl1