Gun theory
Boom
Bullets cannot be recalled. They cannot be uninvented. But they can be taken out of the gun.
1.
"Tsunade-sama, you haven't answered my question. I'm your apprentice, would you really subject me that that kind of torture? No, goddammit, I refuse! How can you even do this to me? What have I ever done to you? I'm the best psych you have in this place! And no, I will not call my fellow phsychs psychologists. Okay, so why exactly am I being demoted? Like I said, I'm the best you've got in this place! Okay, yes, Shizune-san is pretty damn good, but still! I mean, come on! Don't make me a suicide councilor; they'll eat me alive. Yeah, I know I helped Gaara-san, but… but… Just don't make me go!!! What do you mean you were forced into this by the government? We can fight this! Please? Tsunade-sama? Tsunade-sama? Did you hand up on me? Are you ferserious?" the young woman hung up the phone loudly, screaming at absolutely nobody.
"Why me?" She asked the ceiling, her arms spread out as if she were expecting a sign of some sort. The petite woman's short pink hair flow around her flushed face.
Case file: Haruno, Sakura
Date of Birth: March 28, 1989
Place of Birth: Konohagukure, Japan
Age: 21
Height: appr. 161 cm
Weight: appr. 45 kg
Hair colour: Pink (natural)
Eye colour: Green
Mother: Haruno, Amaya
Father: Haruno, Kayo (deceased)
Profession: Psychologist
With a sigh of perfect annoyance, Sakura fell down to her old beige couch.
'Why, Tsunade-sama? Why a councilor for wannabe suicidal?' Sakura rubbed her temples in an effort to soothe her sudden headache. She groaned.
At the tender age of 12, she had graduated high school; a certified genius. Finishing with medical school at the age of 18 with honors and an apprenticeship with the prodigious, practically legendary Tsunade, Sakura had never thought she would ever have to do something like a suicide councilor.
With another sigh, Sakura picked up the binder that had been printed out this morning; the profiles of her new clients, however failing to notice the picture that had sailed out and flew under her couch.
Taking out the first file, she read:
Case file: Uchiha, Itachi
Date of Birth: June 9, 1981
Place of Birth: Konohagukure, Japan
Age: 29
Height: appr. 6 feet
Weight: appr. 129 lb.
Hair colour: Black
Eye colour: Black
Mother: Uchiha, Mikoto (deceased)
Father: Uchiha, Fugaku (deceased)
Attempted to commit suicide: January 18, 2010
Notes: -It is uncertain whether Uchiha had tried to commit suicide or had been attacked
-Had been earlier diagnosed for insanity but was apparently cured
-Is the heir to the Uchiha co. fortune after parents had been murdered
-Was known to be in the gang, Akatsuki; was arrested
The picture attached with a green and white striped paperclip was fuzzy. She could barely make out his long black hair and red-glinting eyes.
Sakura sighed in annoyance. So she was to 'help' wannabe gang bangers. Not bothering to finish that file, she went to the next one.
Case file: Unknown, Sai
Date of Birth: November 15, 1989
Place of Birth: Konohagukure, Japan
Age: 21
Height: appr. 172 cm
Weight: appr. 53 kg
Hair colour: Black
Eye colour: Black
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Attempted to commit suicide: May 2, 2010
Notes: -Not much known
-Known to have antisocial disorder
-Stabbed himself in the stomach
Sakura raised an eyebrow at the fact there was no picture included.
'Mysterious…'
She picked another file, the time from the middle of the stack to see if they would topple over. (They didn't) Blowing the uneven bangs from her eyes, she read:
Case file: Unknown, Tenten
Date of Birth: March 9, 1989
Place of Birth: Konohagukure, Japan
Age: 21
Height: appr. 155 cm
Weight: appr. 47 kg
Hair colour: Brown
Eye colour: Brown
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Attempted to commit suicide: February 9, 2010
Notes: -Unknown whether attempted suicide was accidental
-Has an obsession with weaponry
-Bipolar
-Carved her own body with her multitude of weapons; police hadn't the authority to seize said objects
Before she could read on, Sakura heard a series of loud knocking.
"Oi, forehead! Open up!" a loud voice came from the door. She jumped up from the couch, toppling all her files over. She jumped over them all to try to run to the door, but landed on one, falling on her face.
Groaning and holding her forehead, Sakura heard a distinctive click and the door opened with a disgruntled blonde behind it.
Case file: Yamanka, Ino
Date of Birth: September 23, 1989
Place of Birth: Konohagukure, Japan
Age: 21
Height: appr. 162 cm
Weight: appr. 46 kg
Hair colour: Blonde
Eye colour: Blue
Mother: Yamanka, Akikp
Father: Yamanka, Inoichi
Profession: Photographer
"Forehead, what are you doing down there?" The tall woman asked, looking down on her. Sakura glared in response.
"Ino-pig, you have the key, why make me run all the way to the door to answer?" she mumbled still rubbing her poor forehead. Ino blinked innocently.
"Don't you always tell me to knock instead of come in?" She inquired, a sweet smile on her face.
"Shut up," Sakura grumbled back. Ino laughed out loud.
"Okay, so what are you doing?" Ino managed through her fit of giggles. Sakura rolled her eyes.
"I got demoted after all," she said pitifully. "I was looking through the files of my new patients; all wannabe suicidals. Why me?" she finished dramatically. Ino rubbed her back soothingly, leading her to a couch.
"Well that's what happens when you pick a fight with your fellow psychs and tell them that they smell funny," she replied matter-of-factly.
"Quit making sense," Sakura said, her voice muffled from the fact that she had buried her face into Ino's shoulder. "It doesn't suit you." Ino sweat dropped in response.
"Okay, anyways, guess what happened to me today?" Ino tried changing the subject. Sakura raised her head and looked inquiringly.
"I met this super cute guy named Sai! He's totally hot, and he called me Beautiful. And he's so much more of a gentleman than that ass, Shikarmaru." Ino huffed.
Sakura couldn't help roll her eyes at the girl. A month ago, Ino and her long time boyfriend broke up because of her suspecting him of cheating. Although she would never admit it, it was a decision that she had regretted since.
"Oh yeah?" Sakura replied, going into gossip-mode. "Where'd you meet him?"
"Work," Ino said with a dazzling smile. "He's an artist; like really really good. He told me he was going to draw me."
The magazine that Ino worked for was especially for hard-core artists, so it wasn't very well heard of. (Sakura subscribed to support her friend) Ino was one of the photographers, something she was amazing at, but unfortunately her talent in taking pictures took away from her talent of choosing men.
Since Shikamaru, Ino's choices in men had been lacking, to say the least.
"Sure Pig. Whatever you say" Sakura smiled teasingly.
Ino pushed her playfully, then lowered herself from the couch to the dark carpeting.
"Dude, we're going clubbing tonight," she said, looking up at Sakura from her place on the floor. "I was going to meet Sai there, but you're coming along." Sakura looked at her, unimpressed.
"So I can be the third wheel?"
"No… for all we know, Sai can be a crazy lunatic stalker and/or murderer. That's why I have you to protect me." Ino ended with a grin.
"Says the girl who's got five years of karate training," Sakura mumbled, rolling her eyes again. Ino grinned back.
"Well, I can't ruin my perfect face, can I?" Sakura laughed.
"Fine, whatever. When are we going?"
"Pick you up at 9" Ino answered, with a flirtatious wink. Sakura returned the wink to her friend, giving her a sexy pout.
"Be there."
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