Three children.

A boy pulled from a burning house covered in someone else's blood who wont speak.
A boy who doesn't exist in the system shoots down a officer right in front of a market on a bust weekend.
A boy that was raped and killed, the case never being solved, goes to the police, stating the mayor killed him.

Each has a story that makes no sense and each has a plan behind their innocent faces. Their all tied together by one murder from two years ago. The murder of a teacher, the killer never caught. Each boy knows the true killer. Each plans to get revenge. No matter the cost.

Even their own death. They have nothing to lose. They have nothing to gain. They have nothing. They are alone except for their goal.

Love no Evil

Strange eyes, strange words, strange actions. Strange. The only word that fit that odd boy he sat alone in that room, ever so calm. His eyes were so calm as they stared at the wall, his face keeping that same emotionless look. He had been there for quite some time now. He refused speak, even when they dragged him from that burning house, caked in blood. No-one knew what the hell happened and the boy hadn't uttered a word. No idea, no nothing. The officer was closer to deciding the boy was nothing short of a mute. But he couldn't decide such a thing yet. The Officer moved his hand and gripped the knob on the door that separated them but froze when those eyes shot towards him, their eyes meeting for the first time. There was no other way to describe the feeling he got other then chills. He felt as if ice had touched his now fast beating heart. The eyes were blank and yet they held such a look of loneliness and death it seemed unfathomable that such a young body could behold a feeling in simply eyes. The man took a shaky breath and gripping his hand around the cool metal orb before pulling open the dense metal door and stepping into the room. It was brighter in here what with the several high placed windows, though the air held a stale taste. The man looked at his hands and he took a seat, the metal making a noise against the tile floor at the change in weight. It was more height then weight but this was not the matter, instead of his form it was about the boy a few feet away.

"Evening"

Expected silence came an a slightly nervous cough escaped the elder. This is not where he wished to be. The man would much rather be out having a smoke but instead he was stuck here with this kid. A sigh of frustration escaped him and once more their eyes met. The boy, the child, had eyes unlike any the Officer had seen. Unlike most with the males oriental orientation, his eyes were not dark but in fact quite vivid. A deep, fluorescent red. Perhaps contacts, or maybe a birth defect? Either way, they were quite captivating. The boys eyes finally separated from his and glanced down, staring blankly at the name carved into the badge on his dark shirt. Sarutobi. The mans dark eyes lit up a bit, having found a way to ease the tension.

"Names Asuma. The Sarutobi is for foolish formal reasons. Ya gotta name kid?" The boy said nothing, simply continuing to stare at the name tag before looking away, this time his attention focused on the wall past Asuma. The man groaned gently and for a second he thought ht saw something in the boys eyes but shook it off. "Sorry for the terrible threads kid" The aged man smiled weakly, his words directed towards the plain dark grey jogging suit and white tee that they had given to the boy to replace his blood soaked clothes. The clothes were much to big, the pants barely hung to his hips and the jacket was tied around his waist as a make shirt belt. The shirt almost fell to his elbows, which made Asuma quite concerned This boy looked around Seventeen, maybe Eighteen and yet was so damn small. Even sitting down Asuma knew he stood high above the boy, and compared to his own large frame the boy was so small. It was no wonder it was easy to carry the boy away from the burning house, he looked smaller then most woman. Though it worried him as well. This boy was well underweight and it was clear that he was the only one in the house for days with how aged everything seemed. When they went through the rubble the destroyed fridge only had crushed and melted cans. The only thing the boy had opened his mouth during his entire stay had been a simple glass was water.

"Sarutobi"

The man looked away from the small boy and instead at the man in the doorway, smiling warmly at the young man there. "Hayate" The younger let out a long sigh and walked into the room, handing Asuma a set of files before tuning his back as he fell into a fit of coughs. The seated boy lifted his head and watched the new arrival with little interest but more amusement. Asuma watched the corner of his eye but still cast Hayate a playful smile. "Up too late playing with Yūgao again?" The younger man snapped at him with a short word of 'jackass' and looked away, gritting his teeth. Asuma raised a brow, he knew that look well. "Mmh...get a drink with me after. I get out at ten." It was a demand, not a request. Both young males looked at the eldest man in confusion though for different reasons. Hayate gave a reluctant nod and moved to leave the room, pausing only a moment to stare at the sitting boy. The moment the door closed Asuma looked back at the boy, sighing. "Sorry about that...that poor kid man" The boy stared at him with the same look but it was not blank. That empty look was replaced with a amused spark, his eyes staring away from the man now, instead at the files. Asuma didn't open them, he didn't need to. It was a report on the house. He would look them over with Hayate, he knew that is why that boy came in here but was too smart to speak of it before this child with such adult eyes. Maybe that was what un-nerved the man. The fact that the boy looked at him with eyes that matched someone beyond his years. Or maybe he was just over thinking this small situation.

He reached into his pocket and withdrew a half crushed cigarette carton and worn lighter. "Ya mind?" A faint shake, the few motion made in a while. It was repeated again when offered on and the man happily set the cylinder between his lips, cupping a hand over the end as he lit it. Hiding the flame from the boy, in hopes to see his reaction which he was reward with one, just not what he hoped. the man felt if he lit the flame, something that had such a strange impact in the boys situation he would get a twitch, some noise. Instead he caught a disapproving look in the boys eyes. Somehow, he felt as if he had been silently scolded for treating the other like a child. Suddenly the tense air returned. The man silently sighed at his foolish action and set the lighter on the metal table with a soft clink. A slim black one, smooth all over expect for the small symbol at the bottom from the store he bought it in, one across the street from his favorite bar. "..It's late kid. We're both tired and if I don't get home soon my little lady is gonna have my hid" He placed a hand on the chair and stood, pulling the cigarette from his mouth to exhale the stale smoke. "Let's call it a night? I really don't wanna question you this late, and I know you aren't in the mood to talk. " He pushed the chair in and walked around the table, laying a hand on the boys shoulder with a gentle squeeze. "I'm gonna call the guard in to get you a good meal and bed." A soft smile was sent towards the boy "Don't be scared. You're safe with us" The man was shocked by the nod he received but it settled his worries. Pleased, the man left the room to call the guard.

There was a soft creak from the chair as the boy reached and grabbed the lighter left by its owner. He looked it over once before slipping it into his sock, leaning back in the chair to wait.

"Asuma Sarutobi? Intersting"

I haven't written Naruto Fanfic in a long time. I'm giving it another shot. I'm researching each character before I use them.
I can't say where this plot will go cause I wrote it on a whim.
Reviews are very much loved, please be honest and blunt with me. I want to know what you all think, what can be improved and what needs to be changed for the better for the story and also if i'm doing well to keep the characters in their right character...

Thanks.