"Some people strive. I do. Where they fail, I win."
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Oven-Baked Justice
Preface.
K-SIS PERSONS FILE No. 98289
Name: Unknown. Goes by "Strawberry".
Description: Pink hair, emerald green eyes, porcelain skin.
Background: Unknown.
Occupation: Unknown.
Address: Unknown
Relatives: Unknown.
Age: Unknown; assumed to be in her twenties.
O.I: A freelancer (No. 982), one who strives to "meet ends where you fall short, as far as justice goes" (uttered by freelancer No. 03).Works with the group Oven-Baked. Always has a pattern; is sleek, sly, and skillful. Knows where to push K-SIS buttons.
Agent Assigned: TBA.
The room was dark. Walls, furniture, and carpet were all varying shades of blue, with hints of white and/or black.
The front part of the office was empty, with only two or three filing cabinets against the walls.
The back end was cramped; two filing cabinets, a long, dark wooden desk, and an assortment of finely made chairs.
The desk was semi-orderly. A computer sat on one side, a pile of manila folders on the other. Random office items were sprawled around the surface of the desk.
An open folder, a picture paper-clipped to the front, stacks of useless info inside its cover, lay in the middle of the desk. Everything was pushed aside to make room for it.
A sigh resounded from the only occupant of the room as he stared at the one-page, useless bio. How'd he become wrapped up in this mess again?
He ran his hands through his black-blue hair, elbows planted on the dark mahogany. He was already getting a headache and, by the time he got home, it would be a Level 10 headache.
"She wants to hunt you down…" "I'll see you soon, Mr. Uchiha…" "A freelancer…"
His obsidian eyes darkened further, and, with a surge of rage, picked up a pen and wrote on the bio in front of him.
He shut the file, putting it on top of the others. Grabbing the jacket that lay over the back of his chair, he stood up and exited the office, shutting off the lights and plunging the room into darkness.
As soon as the lock in the door turned and clicked shut, the lone window slid open, and in came a pink-haired, green-eyed female.
She dusted off her clothes, not bothering to turn on a light. She could see perfectly well in the darkness, after all.
After turning around the somewhat small office and deeming it…usable, she turned her attention to the large desk.
And the number of manila folders on top of it.
Striding over to it, she slid into a big chair and crossed her legs, sitting on the edge of the chair. She pulled the top folder off of the pile and opened it to a certain, familiar page.
"Nnnnnow…where did you…aha," She smirked, tracing her finger across one line.
Warnings: Is currently hunting down/after Agent S. Uchiha.
Her smirk grew. "Well, if that's what you wish…"
Getting up and swiping a handy Sharpie from the desk, she made her way towards a blank, drab wall.
Grinning wickedly, she drew the symbol of her group, a balancing scale, and added her own personal calling car onto the scales; loaves of bread.
She pulled back, and frowned. It needed one last touch. Inspiration struck and she scrawled a short phrase underneath her drawing.
Satisfied, she replaced the Sharpie and the file to their original positions. Her job done, she climbed back out the window, closed it, and dropped to the ground. She pulled off her gloves, let them drop to the ground carelessly, and started to walk away. If Sasuke Uchiha wanted a chase, he'd get one.
After all, justice escapes no one.
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Ooooh, congrats to me, I started another fic that will probably never finish itself. Oh well. -sigh-
So, here's the deal: Tell me if you want me to finish this, or drop it and never look at it again. (that being said, i love this fic, and I kind-of know where its going. so, yeah).
A freelancer, in this story, is someone who goes out of their way to do something someone else can't. Ergo, in the case of Sasuke and...er, 'Strawberry'/Sakura, Sasuke is a detective and Sakura is a freelancer who runs about killing people/putting them behind bars when Sasuke can't. Yeah. (on a sidenote, a bio is a biography. i'm too lazy to type the whole word out every five seconds)
IF YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED, THIS IS TOTALLY AN AU (alternate universe).
Please leave your lovely comments and wonderful reviews. No flames will be taken.
(OH! B4 i 4get; this fic won't be as detail-heavy in the upcoming chappies-this was just something that had to happen).
BTW, this fic had some optional start scenes which i may post. Eventually. (i, uhm, also would like to know if you would like me to post this).
Three cheers for my newest burdenish,
An Order of RAWR (formerly LadyMaybelleLuvesSasukleberry)