The Veil of Mystery

Yes, I'm aware that this fanfiction story is displayed in the 'Brainstorming' section of my profile, but sometimes, when I think of a fanfiction and see a great potential, then it only makes me want to work harder. Please, allow me to show you a true story, even if it is AU.

The two other stories that I'm working on right now may not have been updated for quite some time, but that will soon change, I believe. My dedication has been quite low, but I think I'm ready to go through with every single one of them.

Please enjoy the reading. Because it is AU, not everything will be the same as expected.

Prologue:

My mind was already swirling with dizziness as I stumbled towards the Police Station farther down the street. Everything was a blur – the sights before me, where I was going, and what exactly I was running from. I knew everything, but at the moment, I could recall only one thing: Run.

I dared not to look back for fear that I would be caught, by what however, I still did not know. For all I knew, this may be the end or maybe not; it wouldn't matter because there was no one at my house waiting for my safe return. No one would welcome me home with open arms and ask me about my day, or anything that could possibly be in that category.

In retrospect, maybe that was my greatest fault in this situation. If I were to die, my death would be nonexistent, as if I was never even alive in the first place. However, if these killings continued, and more peoples' lives were lost since I failed to act, then their family would be at loss where mine has none.

A gunshot awoke me from my reverie and I flinched as it grazed my shoulder. I groaned in agony as I carefully, yet in a panic, felt my way along the brick wall of a house leading up to my most needed destination.

Pushing myself off the wall with what strength I had left, I had made a mad dash towards the steps leading up to the door of Tokyo's finest police enforcement. My hand was mere inches from opening a door that would take me in safely, but my hopes were false.

In less than a second, I felt the back of my green vest pulled backwards and my body dragged from my salvation. I was forcibly pushed into an alley, my head still in a daze. My hands hit the ground followed by my knees as I tried to retain balance.

The figure behind me grabbed me once more, punching me roughly in the back before reaching down in his pockets. That's when I heard the flick of a blade being drawn. Fear and anger soon boiled in my veins and adrenaline forced my body to stand up.

In a rush, I used strength that I thought had been lost and turned around to face the man. His glittering switchblade shined dimly from the streetlight just across the street. Just as I made an attack at him, he rushed forward and swung his blade upwards.

Unfortunately, in the moment of impact of my fist to his gut, his body swerved to repay me. I wasn't quick enough to dodge the oncoming blade as I watched not the weapon, but the man's eyes.

Two brilliant crimson red orbs glared down at me, just slightly awoken anger and a greatly evident sadistic side showed. He was enjoying this even through whatever pain I inflicted on this man.

"Mr. Hatake." His smirk, barely visible in the darkness of the alley, caught my eye, distracting me once more again from the blade. Finally, as if it had taken ages to build up enough power, the switchblade cut a slash across my face.

I backed away, one hand holding my eye as I growled in pain. I could not see properly out of left eye for blood was running down over it. My body shook barely, and then violently at the loss of blood.

"I'm sure I have your services now, Kakashi-san." His velvet voice whispered my name in mockery as he withdrew his weapon and returned it to his pocket once more. However, when he pulled out his hand once more, a small note lay in the palm of his hand.

"If you fail to comply, I will be forced to return and kill you." I blinked in shock at the nonchalance of his tone. It was if he had killed many before and that I was no different, but as I looked at him and then myself, I knew he had killed more than his fair share.

"Then I would have to find someone else with your skills, now wouldn't I? I would have to go through the same process and I don't believe you want that on your conscience." I frowned at his logic. He threatened me with the thought of losing another life for his cause. A shiver ran through my pain-induced body.

That's why I had become a private investigator. To prevent this sort of thing on my own, without help, but obviously…It had only gotten me into worse trouble.

He dropped the note, his eyes never leaving mine as the piece of paper fluttered down onto the dirtied ground. "Then we have an understanding. Good."

For the first time in a few minutes, I gazed down heavily on the note. It looked so innocent, but I knew the intentions of it were not. And then I looked up, and the man was gone without a sound.

How was it guys? :) I must certainly love this story already. What could this man's intentions be? What will Kakashi do now? What's in this note? Hehe…I love messing with you all. ^_^

I guess we already learned how Kakashi received his infamous scar, huh? I was hoping to have that in here at one point, and what do you know…There it is. Hope you enjoyed it and there is more to come! Thanks for reading!

Until next update,

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