Masochist: hiya (spins and clpas hands) I have a beta!!! here is the revised version;) please enjoy it. she did a great job I think:)

Warnings: Yaoi; SasuNaru.

Summary: "We haven't figure out why he does it, we just know he picks a town and when he's done with it, it's a modern ghost town." Kakashi sighed. "And it seems Konohagakure is his next target."

Mind Games

By: Masochist

Beta Reader: UchihaAkimoto

Prologue

"Screw you assholes! I didn't do a shit!" A young man yelled, as he tried to get out of the grasp of two police officers.

"You were the only one there," the tallest of the cops informed. He was annoyed, and he showed it by gripping the man's upper arm harder.

The brunet gave a yelp as the grip tightened. "You have no proof! Plus, this could be considered police brutality."

"No one would believe you, Kyuubi," the slightly shorter cop snorted.

"Aww, come on – how can I be Kyuubi?! I've told you already, I'm Inuzuka Kiba! Say it with me: Ki-ba!" The brown-haired young man, now known as Inuzuka Kiba, tried once again to escape the iron-grip.

Both cops ignored him and continued to lead him to their car, away from the burning building.

"Besides, why are you arresting me? I wasn't doing anything." Kiba was trying not to panic, it was evident in his voice and how his dark brown eyes were widened more than usual.

One of the police officers decided to answer him, in hope that it would shut him up. "We're arresting you because you always seem to show up at these places, so obviously you either did it…or you know something."

"Ever thought that I was just noisy? I live three blocks away from where it usually happens! And I just got off work. You can check." Kiba nodded, confirming that they could call his boss for an alibi.

Both police officers looked at each other then shook their heads.

"When you figure out that you're wrong I'm so suing you," Kiba murmured as he sat down in the car.

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From across the street, a man lit a cigarette and smirked. It had been a good idea to pin this kid. By the time the police realized what had really happened…he'd be gone.

He took a deep drag and blew out the smoke, chuckling in delight. A smoke-ring floated slowly in the air. Yes, cops sure were idiots. They amused him quite a bit.

He watched the firefighters try to put out the burning house, to find some evidence.

He shook his head. The morons would never find bodies. The corpses were hidden under dirt in a park a couple of miles away from the crime scene.

He had lit this house on fire simply as a distraction. The idiot, Kiba, who kept popping up, had been there right after he left. So when the police got there, it was obvious that they would suspect the brunet.

He dropped the cigarette on the ground and crushed it with his heel and sighed, it was almost too easy now. Killing someone was almost as trouble-free as it was to get away with stealing.

"How sad."

The man turned to see a woman. She was gorgeous; with long, dark hair and pale eyes that seemed to stare right through the fire before them. She was slim, but she had nicely proportioned curves.

It was really too bad that he didn't swung that way. She was too pretty to be outside at this hour. Who knew what kind of psychos there was outside in the dark?

"I guess," he answered with a shrug.

"They didn't deserve to die, you know." She sounded determined, as if she wanted him to understand that it was wrong.

He studied her, and then smirked. "You're either very smart…or very stupid."

She gave a little shook on her shoulders; the jacket she wore hid her shrug. "Both, I guess."

"Did you know them?" He asked, finding himself curious as to why she felt with the victims. They were dead, they didn't need her sympathy.

"No." She shook her head, and a few strands of black hair stayed on her pale cheek.

"Then why do you care?" He forced himself to take his wide eyes away from her frame. She really was something.

"People shouldn't have to die like that!" She screamed, childishly stomping her foot in the ground.

"We're all born to die anyway," he stated calmly. Her little outburst didn't attract anyone's attention. The firefighters couldn't hear anything. And even if the fire wouldn't be roaring out in the dark night, they were too far away.

"I'm not going to turn you in," she said with a small smile. She had calmed down now.

He arched a slender eyebrow. "Why not?"

Her smile widened, and she clasped her hands behind her back. "I admire you," she confessed with a rosy blush.

"Why? Why would you admire someone like me?" He found himself staring on her crimson-coloured lips. He idly wondered if there was such a thing as vampires.

"Well, you must be very smart. I don't mean that it is right to murder people, but others die every day…and if murder is killing someone, then God is the worst criminal." She shook her shoulders slightly again. "Besides, it's none of my business."

He stared at her, not sure if he was hearing correctly. But she was right – it was none of her business.

"I just wanted to meet you. Everyone says criminals are insane, but… I know it's not true. I just wanted to meet you!"

"Really?" He asked, smirking. "Well, aren't you an odd one."

"Maybe." She turned away to leave, then paused and looked back at him, smiling "You should be careful around here, sir, there has been lot's of murders lately."

"I'll keep that in mind," he assured her with a small smile. He didn't need to be afraid.

She nodded and waved a short goodbye with a gloved hand.

He stared after her, watching her back become smaller in the light of the fire, as she escaped the scene. He liked this city. It was filled with weirdoes, but that was what made him fit in so perfectly.

Too bad that it had to be destroyed.

To Be Continued…

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