Ninja Person Shipper Lion Unicorn thing presents...
This Wretched Town. (A Naruto Fanfiction.)
A/N: Hello Everybody! What should I call you guys? Hmmm... Shippettes! Alright my lovely Shippettes, here we go. This is a fanfiction that is highly based on a couple of things.
1. A story my sister wrote.
2. The Wolf Among Us.
3. Life mother truckers. Get used to it.
It's a detective story where detective Naruto and his assistant Sasuke try to figure out the recent mystery of the death of a woman they know nothing about. If you have played or watched another person play The Wolf Among Us, then the story may be laid out in front of you already... but it will still be interesting as you can find out who is who (For example, who will Georgie Porgie be and all dat stoof).
This has many Trigger Warnings as it involves some stuff that you as an individual may want to avoid. Here they are:
. Fighting/ Violence.
. Self Harm.
. Prostitution.
. Rape.
. Swearing.
And more. This is life people; get used to it.
Now I've filled up a whole page of this word document with prefaces, I'm out. Enjoy!
Naruto's PoV:
The dim and badly lit room swam in front of me, as if someone had cast a spell on me. I shook my head, determined to get rid of the dizzy feeling, while also trying to fathom why I felt dizzy; not the cleverest thing to do as it just made me even dizzier. I must look like a right moron, I thought, coming back to my senses.
And then I realized; It was just another normal day, sat in my office, doing paper work. Well, I don't work for the CIA or MI whatever, so I should expect this boring life.
Then again, I wasn't named a Private Detective for nothing. Where were the crimes? Where were the cases? Jesus Christ, I even had an assistant!
Ever heard the saying "Speak of the devil and he will come"?
Yeah, well, it's true.
At that moment, my assistant, Sasuke Uchiha, walked into the room. And let me tell you something; Sasuke could definitely be classed as "The Devil".
He had jet black hair that stood up at the back (It kind of looked like a duck but if you ever told him that he would kill you) and dark black eyes. The thing about the eyes was, in the sunlight they kind of looked like they were tainted red. Weird, right? He also had a permanently scowling face, as if everyone and everything around him was insignificant and vile. It's as if he looked down on you, condescending brat. He wore mostly black clothes, skinny jeans and short sleeved shirts, with his trademark studded belt that he seemed to wear all the time. he wore black converse most of the time, but would sometimes switch to some Vans or sometimes Doc's. He also wore a bejewelled watch, that seemed to have pure, real diamond on it, but I doubted it. Sasuke wasn't one for flashy jewellery. Except the earrings. Sasuke had a collection of earrings, skulls, snakes, gems, and allsorts! But enough about that, this story is meant to be about me. Oh, just one more thing about Sasuke, he carries a knife 24/7. Yup. You heard me. Or read me, or whatever. A knife. And another thing, whenever you ask him about it, he replies in his deep monotone,
"I have my reasons, Ok? Now Drop It."
Scary right? Anyway, on with the plot.
When Sasuke walked in I saw he was carrying something, a folder? I wondered what it was, before having it brandished in my face and thrown down on my desk.
"It's from my brother, Itachi." He said.
"That's commander Uchiha to you, punk. What is it?" I asked, opening it up and peering at the papers inside.
"Some files. A new case, I think. The whole of Scotland Yard is stumped. You're the brainy one here, dumbass. Read it if that brain of yours hasn't fried." He replied, scowling.
And so, our journey began.
