The Prism of the Invisible

– Gaara, Naruto – location NY (Brooklyn specifically)

I have always been a Naruto fan, so I decided the other night to try and write a fic for it. I never actually liked Naruto as the main character unless he was doing something with Gaara, who is my all time fav character! Sasuke was my second fav. He may be in here, haven't decided yet.

FEEDBACK IS WELCOME AND APPRICIATED!

*words highlighted mean I'm not sure of the spelling.

The building was dilapidated, and the street wasn't much better. The other detective on the case sat in the passenger side of the standard issue police version Dodge Charger. A stray car passed by going dreadfully fast for the packed Brooklyn side streets. The younger detective, in the driver seat, sighed with huff and a curl of his knuckles. They had been out there on the damn street in that damn car for hours. This wasn't his first stakeout, but God did he hate the wait before the action.

"Just cool you're jets K. It'll happen."

"Yeah. I know that..."

The older man in the passenger seat cocked a smile and turned toward the window for a second. Then he chuckled at a distant thought about his partner in question.

"Say, K. When you gonna get a good girl. Yah know, ta get yah outta this job?"

The driver, K, smiled at his partner's accent. He was strangely country for being in New York for years now. He guessed that the country life of Georgia never truly faded away. "I told you I'm not interested in that right now. My job is all that matters."

The older man sniffed at the comment. "Yah don't even care 'bout me then?"

K shrugged, even though both men knew that it was just to fill the void and the fact that Ks' partner knew him better than anyone. They had been together ever since he had been promoted to detective. The old man had been the one to give him his medal and knew shiny badge. Then he had requested that the rookie tag along with him. They had been together ever since, and that was seven years ago.

"Even if yah never do get hitched, Ima proud of yah." He squeezed Ks' shoulder with admiration.

Something nearby moved in the night like a panther on the prowl. The old man shifted his weight around in the cramped car and watched like a hawk with his well trained eyes. K waited for his partner to make the first move to exit the vehicle.

The man was in a dark hoodie, but it was more like a cloak if anything. He crouched low to the ground once when he thought someone was suspicious of his motives. He ducked around the side of a building that was abandoned. He made the secret knock and was allowed entrance. The door slowly creaked shut hiding all that was inside of it. On the second floor, a dim light flared up for the detective's angle still inside the Charger. The old man began talking something over with his self.

K shifted now, excited and wanting to bust these assholes. They had been chasing them for months. They were hard to track, but they finally captured an informant. He gave up everything after K had gotten a hold of him. All of the informants little secrets seemed to ooze out of him as the redhead left him strung out in the interrogation room barely breathing. Yes, K had been reprimanded for that stunt, but hell it got the job done!

Finally, the old man said, "Let's get a move on then." and they both exited the car silently. K inched his way around another parked vehicle close to the entrance of the building. He skidded to a stop when he saw a slat open and close on the main door. They had a look out. Getting in would be tricky now. He signaled to the old man about the new development. He nodded and headed around the back, gun pointed to the sky next to his heart, and his eyes filled with anticipation for the next corner.

The old man skidded to a stop at a particularly hairy looking corner. He peered around the side into the darkness. The ally light had apparently blown leaving nothing but shadows and the possibility for surprise. K darted past the old man with rustic hair and made a bee line towards the only door. He pressed his ear to it when he noticed this one had no peephole cut out of it. With his ear pressed firmly to the metal, which was perfect for reverberations, he heard nothing and proceeded to pressed down the latch and push the handle inward. The door made a small squeak, but nothing worth fretting over.

The old man now bypassed the youngster taking the lead and heading toward a flight of stairs always keeping his eyes moving around the area for danger. This mission was crucial to their investigation. They had a number of days left to find anything before the case was dropped completely. That couldn't happen; he would make sure of it. If his son was ever to survive in the world, these madmen had to be stopped.

Now or never. Do or die.

The older of the duo shimmied up the metal stairs without making a sound. No shoe noises, not even the slightest breath left his lips. K was hot on his heels with fire burning in his eyes. He knew the stakes for this bust as well. This way, his fellow officers at the prescient would stop accusing him of drugs or calling him crazy. This was his moment to earn yet another metal and rub it in their stupid faces.

At the top of the stairs, the two crouched low as they approached the circle of men in front of them. K inhaled sharply and hitched a sharp pain in his side from his strung out nerves. The old man squatted ever lower as K realized that his partner knew the gist of what these people were doing. He duly noted that there were women in the group and they appeared to be doing all of the heavy lifting.

The person in the dark hoodie was a girl with a strange colored hair. In the dark, k could've sworn it was a deep red or some shade. Another girl had glazed eyes; it looked like she was blind and mute. K got eye level with the old man who was so in-tune with these people it was nearly frightening. His eyes were wide with knowledge and pure fear. K gulped down a stray strand of worry his self. He had never seen the old man like this before. In all the years that he had known him, K thought the man didn't register the emotion.

Fear

"What"s-"

He was shushed with a single finger. "Watch."

The two studied the scene. There was a small circle of maybe five or six people. They were ever moving around so it was hard to pinpoint all of them all the time. The one in the hoodie seemed to be the leader as they all did as she instructed in a low voice that the two detectives' couldn't make out from their distance away. A fire was crackling in the center of the room and a decorative box on a pedestal was off to the side. The floor was painted with strange seals of another language. One of the taller of the group was holding something that resembled paper, but clearly wasn't. it was heavier and dense. They moved closer to the fire and began to read; the paper-like object was human skin.

K cringed. That was sick and twisted. He had met some freaks in his time as a cop on the streets, but this was taking it to the next level. His stomach began to hurt. His eyes couldn't look away. This was what he had been yearning for. Busting this ring was what he wanted, what his father wanted. Then all the torment would stop, everything would stop.

The old man readied a hand signal to his partner. It was the cue to move in guns blazing before it was too late. K didn't know when the point of being too late was, but he was just going to have to trust him. When the person with the skin paper began to read the second verse and the fire grew brighter and changed to an olive green color, it was the time to strike. The old man jumped up and over the object hiding them. K came out and fired a shot, knocking the skin paper from their hands.

It fell into the fire…

All the commotion stopped then and there. The old man nearly fell over from stopping so fast. "What have you done…?" he whispered. "They were all together Gaara!"

K snapped his head to give a quizzical look at his partner. He never used his first name unless something terribly wrong had happened. "What…?"

But by the response, a buzzing noise had grown to near eardrum shattering decibels. The fire was swirling out of control and something that K hadn't noticed before, began spinning. It was a triangle, a prism, floating in mid air high above the flickering fire. It was changing colors as well. Then it began to crack into pieces. Each of the pieces was a slightly different shade of a pale pink color and had veins diving down underneath the surface. It looked to be a glass make, but k couldn't be for certain. Nothing was for certain at the moment. Everything was going haywire.

All the people in the group began running wildly trying to get away from the madman with the quick drawl and the fire pit which was now engulfing most of the floor. It kept growing and growing until it was as wide as the markings they had painted around it. The fire was like another entity entirely. K couldn't look away from it. The old man was saying something, no, yelling at him either to get down or run away. He couldn't hear him. His vision started to blur and his skin began to burn red hot. His forehead hurt the most, right where the scare was. That damn scare, of course this magic bullshit would affect it. Always did…

"Gaara, run like hell get as far away from this as possible! I'll try to contain it!" But Gaara didn't move. There was no time to physically make him move.

The girl with the blind eyes darted forward with ninja like accuracy and successfully nailed the box and swung away with it safely. The other girl, the leader of the group, produced a bright silver gun in the fire light. She pointed it at the old man. They had a standout for a second, as if she was debating if he was worth killing. He too had his gun unsheathed and ready to fire. The standoff was broken when the raging fire finally took on a form and it was a ghastly one. The once stationary hazard now had whisking arms that stretched out nearly to where K was stuck standing in awe. One arm came down on top of the leader, forcing her to leap out of the way.

The old man dropped his gun to the floorboards and dashed onward for the creature forming in the fire. He placed his hands together and lowered his head as he ran. His mouth moved in a way that could never have produced English words. His lips were not pronouncing human words. Then a light blue aura appeared around one of his hands and he leaped into the air, another thing that a human could never possibly do, and forced it into the forehead of the flame creature.

Within moments, the fire dispelled and it turned to dark green ash. The old man looked over his handy work with a slight grin. Never before had his partner seen his true self in action before. It was a relief to know be able to get the heavy secret off his chest. He turned to walk back to said partner.

BANG

The leader snickered something then spoke in a low tone. "The prism is mine. Stay out of my way Invisible." Then she leapt into the rafters, disappearing.

His chest hurt. A brick had just went through his chest he was sure of it as he fell to his knees. The last thing he saw was the most important person running to his side. That mop of red hair that came from his mother's side, those jade eyes that were always into trouble when he was a child. The man that he was so proud of for defending the weak and powerless was coming to his aid of all people. Gaara screamed at the top of his lungs:

"Dad!"

We'll explain the 'K' in the next chapter, ENTER, NARUTO UZUMAKI!