Disclaimers on nearly all of the characters of Naruto, who belongs to Kishimoto and not me. And this is alternate universe so I will be twisting and using an artistic license while writing certain chapters.
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The First Murder,
By Winterwing3000
Sirens wailed and lights flashed as police cars and ambulances pulled up at the apartment lined up with crowds of people and surrounded by yellow caution tape. Police officers struggled to keep the people away from the tape and reporters from trying to enter the scene.
A tall female with unusual hair of rose quart walked over to the scene, her hand carrying a metal case. Her head held high and body full of authority. The officers around her seemed to step back as she came through. She spoke lowly with one of the guarding officers and ducked under the tape and into the house behind it.
Following her, there was a man with long hair of darken walnut. He also carried a metal case in his hands, sunglasses covered his eyes and gloves enveloped his fingers. His walk was swift, precise and calculated. He asked for no permission as he slipped himself under the tape to enter the crime scene.
Inside the house, curtains were skewed on the curtain rings. Tables were overturned; chairs smashed, couch stuffing littered the floor, gashes decorated the walls, and blood splattered the walls and pooled on the carpeted floor. The brunet glanced at the living room and the connected dining room, soaking it in. An eyebrow rose at the notice of a pistol lying next to the mess of a ruined glass lamp.
He bent to his knees, careful not to touch or disturb anything that was already there. Putting down his case, he unlocked it and opened it, taking out a plastic bag that had an identification tag and opened it. He pulled on latex gloves and picked up the gun. Lifting it close, he thoroughly examined it. Blood was noticeable on the muzzle of the gun. On the slide, something was stuck there. As he reached for a pair of tweezers, he felt someone standing behind him. Turning his head, he gave a barely perceptible nod of acknowledgement of his partner. "Found anything else?" he asked.
"Take a look. You'll be thrilled." She answered dryly. "There are two male victims and one female. However…"
"However…?"
"There's a separate finger, unidentified. None of the victims lost any of their fingers."
"You're saying that there's possibly another victim."
"No, I'm saying that there's a murderer in this one." He turned around just to see her cross her arms. Her latex gloves were stained with dry blood.
"How long have they been there?"
"From the quality of the blood, I'm thinking almost twenty four hours, but I'll have someone bring it back to the lab for Shino to check it out."
"I see." He reached for the camera inside the case, skipping the tweezers for the moment and took quick photos of the gun and up close of it. "Procedures in your area had been completed then?"
"No, not entirely. I'm not exactly the one for dead bodies. I've taken the photos and marked the evidence though. Just waiting for someone from the department to send in a vehicle to secure the bodies before I finish up." She went to his eye level, hmming at the sight of the unknown fragment in the pistol. "What have you got here?"
"Not sure. It's a weapon though." He plucked the piece of material and deposited into a bag, the pistol went into another one. "Have you IDed the victims?"
"The female was too beaten up to be recognized. One of the males happens to be a cop from the Philadelphia district. Don't know what he's doing up here in Washington D.C, but I'm sure that we're not going to be the only ones investigating this."
"It falls under FBI jurisdiction then."
"Yes, but we got the case first. We can have Kakashi refuse their help."
"If you happen to forget, Sakura, Kakashi is merely the administrator of the CI department."
"And you happen to forget, Neji, that Kakashi was once an elite agent of the FBI until he was transferred to this department."
Neji did not answer her, but investigated further. Sighing, Sakura followed him, eyes rolling side to side as she saw more wreckage and blood stains. Stepping forward again, she nearly fell over as she bumped into her male partner. "Whoa, what's the hold up?" she looked quizzically at him.
He said nothing but merely jerked his chin in front of him. Rotating her head, her eyes grew wide at what was left.
A head, removed completely from the spinal cord and the torso, was pinned to the wall with a long nail above the mirror. The torso was tied multiple times by rope to the cracked mirror. Arms and legs looked like they had been pulled off and also stapled into the wall with metal nails. Blood dribbled onto the floor.
Above the head, words were written in blood. "uoy ees nac i".
Next to the message, eyeballs stared down at the both of them.
AN: Umm, hi! Yes, yes. I know! I shouldn't be doing this and I should finish up my other fanfiction before I start something fresh. But it is spring! The time of new bearings! Not to mention that I just wanted to try my hand at something mysterious and horrifying. This won't be top priority, like my other Naruto series and my Inuyasha one. It's more of a secondary thing. Of course, there's going to be some romance and tragedy twisted into all of this. Just so you know, I've been watching BONES and CSI the past two weeks, so there's where I get all my inspiration. Teehee. Review and tell me what you think!