Warning: Yaoi, language, gory graphics.
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Cheery. Blue. Eyes
Soapy red swirls ran down the drain, as two pail hands cleanse themselves under the warm tap water, washing the evidence from under his finger nails, and his palms, scrubbing until the aroma of the lemon scented soap stuck to his skin. He shut off the faucet and walked toward the staircase passing a large mirror, he stopped to gaze at the handsome reflection staring back, and admired himself. Smirking, he lifted one delicate finger scrapping a patch of dried blood off his cheek, letting the particles blend with the air then fall to the ground.
The smell of death stained Hyuuga Neji's house that night.
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"Captain Subaku?" Matsuri said looking at the captain of the Konoha police force.
They had been called in for an emergency, when a young man was found dead in his home. Usually this would have just been a sad case but it was more disturbing, more unsettling, but it was not the fact that he was dead, but the way he was killed, tortured, in a cruel and sickening way, that only one person would have ever done.
"Captain?" The young girl said again, now looking at the pale man.
"He's done it again," Gaara gritted out through his teeth, and slammed his fist into the wall "and we can't stop him, we have no lead." he lowered his voice. "This has to stop." he looked up and walked into the room where the victim was found dead, examining it again.
It was a large room; it had a beautiful silk covered bed, which was now stained red, beautiful white walls that were no longer white, beautiful dark hardwood floors, now drenched in dried blood. It would only seem appropriate that the boy who was brutally murdered be beautiful.
And he was.
The boy had been of an old family, being excepted into prestigious colleges, a student at Dartmouth University, working for his medical degree. He lived alone in a small mansion outside Boston.
The odor was putrid, and the scene was horrifying. Coagulated blood coated parts of the floor and walls, men and women in police uniforms searched through the blood. Looking for any evidence possible, if that was possible.
The killer they were looking for was not an ordinary murderer, he was a serial killer. Known for killing thousands of people, children, women, whole families, or maybe just one person. No one knows where he will strike next, who or why. He's perfect, never once has he ever slipped, never have the police nor detectives found fingerprints, weapons, notes, nothing, they don't even know how he gets into the home. He's just perfect.
"Where is the body?" Gaara asked one of the men.
"By the ambulance outside."
Gaara nodded as he moved through the house to the front door.
It was a wonderful day, but the scene in front of the luxurious mansion ruined the aura around the neighborhood. Large orange cones and yellow 'CAUTION' tapes ran around the area, an ambulance and three police cars were parked in the street lazily.
Gaara walked up to a large table hidden behind the cars.
He stared with emotionless eyes at the corpse in front of him. Light blue eyes flickered from one part of the mangled body to the next feeling a disgusting churning feeling in his stomach. Jars labeled 'small intestine' and 'large intestine' made him sick. The body was hollow; everything that should have been inside was either in containers or smeared on the bedroom floor. It was horrifying, and he just had stared, remembering all the other times he had had to stare down at mysterious killings in which the culprit had not yet been caught.
These murders had been happening for five years, and not in those five years had the police gotten any closer to finding out who the killer was. As if it was impossible.
"We found him severed in four pieces," Gaara looked at the apprehensive man behind him, "from the waist down as one, his arms then-" The man looked as if he were going to break out in tears or hurl any second "then his head..." He looked so terrified, it was almost sad looking, but the event was also sad, he should be used to it, but who can get used to death?
"I see..." The red head sighed, "you're dismissed."
Gaara took one last glance at the remains of the body, frowning. 'How much more of this can I take...?'
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Hours later the captain was driving home, thinking over all the information he learned on the new case, thinking of catching him.
He pulled into a mid-size apartment complex. Fumbling with his keys finding the one with the orange sticker on the head and opening the door.
"I'm home." Gaara whispered, closing the door behind him.
"I was wondering when you'd be back!"
Gaara smiled.
He walked further into the house, throwing his bag and self onto a brown couch, relaxing after a tortured day.
A young boy popped his head out from the kitchen. "How was work?"
Gaara sighed at the question sadly.
The boy frowned putting down the bowl of brown mush he was stirring and sat next to his guardian, poking him on the cheek with a worried face on. "That bad?" he asked waiting for eye contact.
"Yea," He ran his fingers over his pale skin and through his hair. He closed his eyes getting more comfortable in the chair "It was him, he's done it again..." He looked down at the teen sitting next to him, who was starring up at him intently with beautiful sapphire eyes. Gaara loved those eyes. He loved them. They meant so much to him, just to see the sparkle of happiness in the orbs would make him feel better, knowing he got to see those eyes every morning, and night. It made him happy; it was the only thing that would make him smile anymore. "Once again, that mother fucker left no sign of himself anywhere." he got up " I'm skipping dinner, I have to look some things up..." trailing off as he walked down the dark hall to his room.
"Who...?" the saddened teen looked down at his socks, "who was the -"
"Hyuuga Neji," Gaara cut him off. "That boy, Neji, he wasn't much older than you are." The door to the master bedroom slowly clicked shut, ending the conversation.
The boy sat on the couch thinking of what his 'father' must go through every day at work, hoping he would be ok.
"I think I want to finish making those brownies."
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"W-who are you! What are you doing in my house!?" Neji yelled at the dark figure standing by his bedroom door "I know you're there! Don't hide, I can hear you breathing!" He had been lying in his bed for the past hour unable to sleep, feeling the aura of another person in his room. "Show yourself, you fucker!" he yelled at the corner of the almost pitch-black room, with the exception of the moonlight shining over the Hyuuga's bed from the skylight above.
The pale boy was scared to death, he knew there was someone in his room, but he wouldn't come out, he would just stand there, breathing.
Neji was trying to open the top drawer of his nightstand while keeping an eye on the corner of the room, but the uncontrollable sweating of his hands and fingers was not helping. Fidgeting with handle he finally got it open to reveal at small handgun with two bullets in it. Exactly two bullets.
He grabbed the gun and hysterically whipped it out in front of him. Pointing it shakily all around the room, he had lost him.
His own breathing was so loud, and so unsteady that he did not notice the breathing that was now running down his the back of his neck, giving him the goose bump effect.
Neji unconsciously swallowed the annoying salvia in his mouth, and twisted his head around to meet two blood red eyes. He gasped and jumped to the side so that the man was now in the moonlight.
"W-what d-do you w-want?" Neji stuttered out, shaking the gun nervously in front of his face.
The figure said nothing; he only made his way closer to his quarry.
"I-I'll shoot you!" Neji yelled, shaking the gun more. "I-Ill do it!" he repeated.
The only part of the invader Neji could see was his eyes, they glowed. They glowed a horrifying red. Neji couldn't look away; it was like he was hypnotized, unable to break the contact and run or shoot, just stare.
The figure put his hand on the gun and pushed it down slowly, never taking his eyes off his prey, he looked through a faithless eye, "Are you afraid to die?" he asked in a deep voice that sent shivers up Neji's spine.
He was terrified. He was afraid to die.
He stood there as the demon in front of him pulled something out of his pocket, something short and shiny.
'I'm going to die.' Neji thought as a tear rolled down his cheek, to the side of his face, never dripping.
"I-I don't want to die, I can't die!" he shouted and he pulled the trigger on the gun "I'm supposed to become a doctor a-and save people! I can't die!" Boom.
The bullet ran by the perpetrator's arm, but not hitting. Instead it shot right through the wall behind them.
He grabbed Neji and thrust a scalpel into the shaking man's stomach area. Zipping from the hip and across he opened up the abdomen, he held the gun away from him in one hand and with the other dug into the open wound and ripped out his small intestine along with a waterfall of blood.
"…. W-who ….a-are y-y-you? " Gasping for air, he watched a hand repeatedly reach into his body and scratched around, tearing his insides out, and pulling out organ after organ. His last frantic breathing came to an end, and he dropping the gun in a pool of blood spreading out from under him.
"Uchiha Sasuke." He answered, knitting pale fingers on to a bony neck lifting him up off the ground and massaging the bone slowly slitting the skin of his throat, leaving a deep gash, letting the thick liquid rush between his fingers and squeezed harder on the slippery neck making the blood come out faster.
Sasuke dropped the lifeless body on the ground with an awkward 'thump' splattering blood all over the dark room. He pulled out a long blade from the side of his pants, shinning its reflection on the body before slicing its arms off drenching his blade in the Hyuuga's blood.
Sasuke bent down and brushed his fingers through the brunettes long brown hair, grabbing at the roots and pulled his head up. He slammed his foot into the gash of the cut on his neck, hearing a satisfying 'crack.'. Smirking he drove the red blade into the remaining skin and tissue that connected the head to he body. He lifted up the severed head and took a long look at him, after; he threw it into the puddle of blood that had formed.
"Mr. Hyuuga?" The serial killer looked up from his work and listened to the soft knocks on the door "Is everything alright in there? I heard a 'bang'…" the man at the door looked through the small window of the front door, seeing only the silence of death in the house. He shined his flashlight through the hole taking another look around before walking back to his own house and phoning the police.
Sasuke avoided stepping in the blood that was all around him and went to the door, pulling on a pair of white gloves. He stepped quietly through the house, making his way to the front door. He made sure the man was no longer there before, he opened the door and walked outside, leaving no sign of himself and dashed into the dark of night with unremarkable speed, like a bird in flight.
He was indeed Chidori.
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Ok ok chidori thousand birds
Ok sasuke chidori thousand DEAD birds
Just think about it like that!!!
I surprised myself! If I actually try I can write pretty good! ((to me)) well that was Cheery. Blue. Eyes. Chapter uno! ((Spanish fool!)) ha...
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