The Crow
Disclaimer: I don't own the show nor the movie. I thought this up while watching the movie last night and well it kinda clicked. I hop you enjoy it.
People once believed that when someone dies a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead.
But sometimes something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul cant rest and sometimes…sometimes the crow can bring that soul back to make the wrong things right.
A clock hung in the corner of the dingy police station ticks by making a noise that is louder then normal.
Tic
Toc
Tic
Toc
People walked by the closed office door softly trying not to disturb the girl inside sitting against the old dusty couch breathing in the coffee and cigarette filled air, she tastes it on her tongue as well considering that she had been the one smoking and drinking coffee.
She was sixteen and it was illegal to do so but she'd just found her sister and cousin dead in their apartment so they'd decided to let it slide.
Technically she hadn't found them both seeing as she had just arrived to find her beaten and bloodied sister being taken into an ambulance and seeing her sisters fiancée and cousin lying bloodied and dead on the street with glass shards stuck to him and around him from the window of the apartment where he'd been thrown off.
She shivered upon remembering his placid dead face covered in blood.
"Ms. Hyuuga?"
She looked up at see the familiar face of her sisters friend Sasuke Uchiha wearing what she considered the normal standard of what a police detective would wear. A white blouse covered by a tan coat and black pants stained with coffee drops, sweat and whatever else fell onto them.
"There's no need for the Hyuuga crap Sasuke. Just call me Hanabi." The girl said coolly as though she hadn't just witnessed her cousin dead and sister dying. "How is Hinata?"
The young detective sighed and shut the wooden door behind him leaning against it regarding the young girl. Her eyes were red from crying he guessed and he had to wonder what she might be thinking at the moment though he thought, slightly amused, he wouldn't be able to understand her at all as she was quite odd, quite strange, quite Goth.
"Hinata is gone." He said with no trace of emotion. He figured being upfront and straight to the point would be more accurate with the young Hyuuga and he knew he was right by the calm sigh she made before lighting up another cigarette.
"Was it painful?"
He shook his head.
"No, she died quickly."
It was an obvious lie but one that at the moment she decided to believe as she leaned back onto the couch and stared at the loudly ticking clock getting lost in it's cacophony.
"Neji's dead too." She stated as though she'd just realized his death. "Fallen from the window with glass stuck to his body and brains splattered all over 57th street like red and pink mixed paint."
Sasuke said nothing.
"And sister was bruised and bloody…Sasuke?"
"Hn?"
"Was she raped?"
He didn't reply but he knew the answer.
"I thought so…poor Hinata…poor Neji." She said taking a long drag, the ashes becoming longer and Sasuke, for lack of saying anything, concentrated on the grayish blue color of the ashes and the smoke that left her nostrils and mouth like smoke coming from a volcano. "I was on my way to the apartment to look at the wedding dress, I suppose I was lucky that the traffic was lousy huh?"
"Hn."
They were silent for a while until Hanabi fell into a dreamless sleep by the lullaby of the loud clock. Sasuke moved to his desk quietly sitting on the worn chair staring at the brown haired girl clad in black lacey dress and black combat boots. Her attire, however comfortable to her was not something one should wear during the winter in Konoha. He shook his head cursing himself for thinking of her strange attire rather then the fact that two of his childhood friends were murdered just a few hours ago.
"Damn."
He picked up the graying phone that sat on the paper cluttered desk and dialed a number to his wife to let her know not to expect him home anytime soon and to deliver the news that their friends were dead.
'Uchiha residence.'
"TenTen it's me." He said in monotone.
'Hey Sasuke, what's up? You coming home?' He could feel her smile into the phone.
"Something happened."
There was a pause on the phone.
'Who?'
"Hinata and Neji."
He could hear her cry on the other line and the phone that she carried made a thump against her chest or the floor he couldn't tell.
He hated it when he had to go to the residences of a person and tell someone that their husband, wife, parent or child was dead…and now that he began to deliver the news to his wife it didn't feel any easier.
Not one bit.