Authoress' note: I'm not going to use Japanese at all in this. Basically, the only asian component is the last name first style and possibly a few chans and sans and senpais and bakas in there. It makes it easier for me.

I don't own Naruto. I own this story though because I am writing it

Last night, a man was murdered in the famous hotel, La Bostelle, beaten to death with a blunt object in one of the stair wells. He was found by a m

"Sakura?" The woman looked up from her keyboard and saw Genma, a fellow staff reporter, at her door.
"Oh, hello Genma. Sorry, I was typing up the murder article. The one that happened at La Bostelle. You heard?"
"Yeah, but anyways, Boss wants to talk with you." This got Sakura's attention.
"The boss? What happened?" She had been working at "Blue Flag" for 3 years, and never even had a glance of the mysterious boss that stayed behind his office door and hardly talked to anybody.
"I dunno. But, don't worry, his secretary wasn't crying yet. Couldn't be that big of a deal." The same boss was the reason that secretaries were hard to hire, he scared away each one of the secretaries that he was assigned with. The last one had a mental breakdown after one meeting with him. The amazing Hatake Kakashi. The man said to be able to make anybody crazy with just a look. He was an amazing writer and publisher, but a horrible socialist, able to make a whole room silent with one word. It was both a honor and curse to work under him.
"Ok. I'll be right there." There was no way she was in that building by accident. Haruno Sakura was a smart woman with nerves of steel. She wouldn't let him crush her. She had worked for her position in one of the most famous publishing and newspaper company in Konohagakure. And she was going to stay here, maniacal boss or no. She has dealt with him before.

Sakura had wanted to be a writer since she was 5. After reading so many books, she wanted to be able to transport people into their minds and to distant lands far beyond the reader's imagination. When she was 13, she had him as her English teacher. Hatake Kakashi. The only teacher that could be completely hated yet universally liked.
He was late everyday, did almost nothing, yet taught them everything they needed to learn. On the last day of school, his students all kind of sat there wondering how he did it. But, he did have his favorites. The class clown, Uzumaki Naruto had caught his attention on the first day by setting up the door so that when it opened, a chalkboard eraser fell down to hit Hatake-sensei' poofy head. Uchiha Sasuke, school heart-throb and top student just stood out. Haruno Sakura, another good student, stood out because of her pink hair and her obvious interest for reading and writing.

"Hatake-san, Haruno Sakura is here."
"Let her in." He heard the clicks that her heels made on the hard wood floors, the perfectly measured steps that moved efficiently and confidence. He opened his eye when he heard the door of his office open, and saw who was once one of his prized students. One of his little trio that he actually still saw. Uzumaki Naruto dropped by to tease him, talk about what was happening, make sure that he was sleeping and usually dropped off a few copies of new books, especially books from Icha Icha series. Uchiha Sasuke was captain of police and usually helped them with crime articles and reviewed mystery and action books with Kakashi whenever he visited. And Sakura...
"Hello Sakura, how are you today?"
"Fine Hatake-san. But I don't think I'm here for chit-chat. What do you need me for?"
"Well..."

Cliff hanger? Aw, I shouldn't have, should I? Well, comment on this if you can. Just a warning though, this might go from Teen to Mature in a few chapters. Peace, and I hope that this becomes popular later on...

Ruefully yours-
Depressing Truths