Hello everyone,

Welcome to my newest and first story writing as Alexis Wolfe. As a veteran fan-fiction writer, I find it a bit strange to have no stories on my profile and even stranger not waking up to a plethora of emails first thing in the morning. Some of you may know me from my previous account mindlesschaos, most notable for the story Tomorrow Unknown. This is a new account and I hope I can write freely without being constrained by the ideals people forced me into while writing for my last account.

That being said, my newest work is a romance drama, a genre I am not unfamiliar with and find quite pleasing as a reader. I will be posting many other stories concurrently with this one, so if you like Broken Mirrors, be sure to keep an eye out for my other works coming out soon.

Without further ado, I present you with my newest work, Broken Mirrors

-Wolfe

Unseasonably Warm

Itachi inched his way through the packed locker room, occasionally bumping into a fellow officer who had already claimed valuable space on the worn bench running down the center of the locker columns. When the section labeled "U" finally appeared in the crowd of bodies, he wasted no time in worming his way towards the row, his arms guiding people out of the way and himself forward as if he were swimming. Finally, with an exasperated sigh, the man plopped into a spot that emptied just as he drew near. Beside him, people did the same, dropping into seats the second a spot opened. Some people opted to stand, and on more than one occasion Itachi found himself doing just that.

"I see you found yourself a place today, Itachi."

Shaking his head, Itachi reached out to unlock his locker. "Yeah, if Naruto hadn't have left, I'd be standing up for the day."

Shisui nodded and continued strapping his officer gear into place. "I kinda wish they would hurry up and start the new locker room expansion. I think having a separate unit for each of the twenty-six letters would make shift change go so much faster." With a slight tug the Uchiha pulled his belt into position and systematically checked to make sure everything on his belt was in place. "If you think about it, the less common letters will have it easy. I mean there aren't really that many 'U' surnames in Konoha." He smiled and looked at Itachi before sighing. "It's still caught in bureaucratic hell isn't it?"

"Ever since Orochimaru became the Chief of Police, this place has been going to shit. Everyone on the advising board hates him, but everyone, myself included, knows that if we attempt to go against him, we'll be fired." Lowering his voice, Itachi leaned forward and motioned Shisui to do the same. "There are a few of us that don't even think the department actually has the money. With Orochimaru and his slimy assistant being so dodgy during meetings . . ." He trailed off, but Shisui nodded slightly in understanding.

"There's a promotion meeting on Wednesday isn't there?" Shisui's eyes locked with Itachi's. "I mean, don't you think there's a good chance you could finally be promoted to Chief Detective? You're the only one that qualifies for the position after Jiraya leaves."

"Shisui, we don't even know if Jiraya is even going to take the FBI position. You know the geezer, he's as much a part of this place as Orochimaru, and Tsunade down in the forensics lab."

Itachi had pulled the majority of his gear on by this point and all that remained were his belt, badge and weapon. Standing up, he reached around himself and strapped the belt down, making sure everything was in place as Shisui had done moments before. Starting from the left he patted down his pepper spray, followed by his handcuff case, walkie-talkie, mag light, baton, and a pouch of latex gloves. After confirming everything was attached well and properly oriented,Itachi reached for his holster. The gun was a Smith and Wesson M&P 9. While most other officers preferred the Beretta 92, when the Konoha Police Department changed to the MP9 Itachi was rather pleased. The weapon was much smaller, allowing detectives to conceal their weapons while investigating, yet was still powerful enough that no one complained about it's size. Itachi quickly buckled on his holster, relaxing when the familiar weight once again pressed against his right hip.

By this time, Shisui had already left to grab his car keys and make city rounds. The day was still young and the sun had yet to peek over the horizon, leaving the city of Konoha in a dim, hazy light. A slight fog had settled and outside car lights reflected brilliantly against the mist, making double sunbursts for each car. The autumn air was crisp and the fog was not out of place for the time of year. Itachi looked down on the street below him and saw early morning couples walking in the street light hand in gloved hand, as the girls always seemed to have some sort of colorful mitten on. On occasion he'd see a mother pushing kids along the way, rambunctious little cretins who would run too and fro taunting their mother before succumbing to some means be it the horrible death glare or the promise of ice-cream.

The locker room was mostly empty by now, with only a few of the officers left, mainly those getting off their shift moving in weary, time ingrained autopilot. Itachi took this as his cue to head into the main office area. Unlike most of the other desks in the room, Itachi's was fairly clean, his files neatly organized into manilla folders, case related folders bound together with binder clips and stacked one on another with neatly written labels facing the outside. When he was done with a case and had finally closed it, the bound stack would then be moved into the records room and he would start the process over again. Only one closed file lay on his desk. The label on the outside clearly reading Uchiha, Sasuke.

After three years, the search for his younger brother had become an obsession. When the case first opened, every officer in the district had pitched in to help the investigation. Over thirty leads had been tracked down to their various ends over the course of only a few days. Sasuke had literally disappeared without a trace. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Before Itachi knew it, a year had passed without any new leads. The overwhelming support he had at the beginning of the investigation began to dwindle to just him, Shisui and Uzumaki Naruto. After the second year, they too disappeared. Itachi never gave up.

Itachi sat at his desk and resisted the urge to pull the case file towards him. He had all but memorized every detail in the file, but he poured through it daily hoping that maybe something would catch his eye, maybe he missed something. The Uchiha's hands shook as he reached for a pen to occupy his hands. The file loomed before him and he wanted nothing more than to open it and peruse its naked secrets. He put the pen down and reached out for the file.

"Yo Itachi!"

The sudden voice made Itachi jump and pull his hand back like a child caught in the act of stealing cookies. He quickly picked his pen back up and looked promptly at the man who had come up beside him. Without even listening to the words, Itachi knew someone had called in for a case. Reaching into a drawer, he pulled out a small black notebook and opened it, poising his pen above the paper.

Tobi was the new intern and few people, Itachi included, could actually stand being around him. "So there was a call to send people out! Um, what was I saying . . . ? Oh yeah! Some dude was beatin' on his lady friend and he got a little rough. The neighbors called us and this old lady was freaking out. Said there was screaming and yelling and all kinds of bad stuff." The young man spoke faster and faster with words tumbling over one another and colliding into new unintelligible gobs of gibberish while jumping slightly in his spot.

"Tobi, calm down and speak to me slowly. All I need it the address I'm going to and important details." Itachi took a deep breath and mentally reminded himself that the kid was new and still excitable. Like a puppy. A puppy that you really wanted to kick.

The young man stopped hopping in place and looked Itachi dead in the eye. "There is a reported case of domestic violence at 1501 Oak Plaza. The two people are purportedly at the scene; the homes primary resident twenty year old Haruno Sakura and her live in boyfriend. The altercation allegedly began around 4:00 this morning. The suspect has allegedly left the scene, the victim's location is currently unknown. Squad 6 has also been dispatched, they will be on the scene shortly after you." The now stoic faced man broke his dead-locked eyes from Itachi and walked away. No-one looking at him now would recognize him as the boy who, moments ago, was bouncing in place while babbling nonsense.

Itachi sighed and closed notebook. Dealing with Tobi always set him on edge. The young man had an air about him that led people to believe he was a hell of a lot smarter than he initially put out to be. With a new assignment pressing on his mind, the Uchiha suddenly pushed himself away from the desk and stood up. Grabbing his jacket and his keys, he shot one last look at the folder on his desk before throwing his coat on and leaving the office.

No one bothered him as he left the building. The stern set of his jaw and the piercing gaze in his eyes probably deterred the new officers, and the old officers knew not to bother him when he was leaving on assignment. Itachi made no sound as he strode forward, his long steps devouring the hallway as he moved towards the door. The glass doors made only a slight whoosh as the Uchiha pushed past them and made a muffled thud as they shut behind him. His car was parked in front of the building. Because of his Detective rank, Itachi rarely drove an issue impala with the red and blue lights perched over the top. Instead, he'd been issued a nondescript black SUV any layman would drive.

The drive across town also passed uneventfully. The fog had lifted by this time, and only the soft gray of the morning remained. Traffic started picking up as the sun peaked over the horizon, piercing through the morning twilight, bathing the city in in a bright orange glow that reflected off passing vehicles. The cold chill of fall still froze people's breath, but the bright morning promised a warm afternoon and an unseasonably nice day.

Oak Plaza was a strange place to hear of domestic violence. Most calls of the sort sent droves of cops to a ghetto trailer park where they would find three children clinging to the skirts of a battered woman and a drunk man in a food and sweat stained tank-top swearing at the top his lungs he was innocent until proven guilty. This street however, was located on one of the nicer sides of town and every house came complete with huge white walls adorned with equally large, black, wrought iron gates. The gated homes were all beautifully made from bricks with multiple floors stretching upwards into a pointed, slate roof.

The residence at 1501 Oak Plaza had only slight differences from the surrounding homes. This one bore beautiful oak shutters that were still closed from the night before and had a less sloped roof with four dormer windows protruding from the main body. The pristine, motley of red, brown, oranges and tan bricks melded well together and allowed the off-white of the front door to stand out against the shadow of the gardens in front of it.

Itachi cautiously drove towards the ominous looking gates and was pleasantly surprised when they automatically opened as he drew near. As he began to look closer, his initial idea of the house slipped away, leaving a bad taste in his mouth. The surrounding gardens lie wilted and unattended, decaying leaves dropping from plants and falling to the ground leaving a crunchy, brown path towards the door. The leaves formed small piles with inroads pushing divots into the opposite side of the little mounds, causing Itachi to think someone had recently left in a hurry. The paint on the front door had collected a coating of dark brown dust and numerous cracks covered the surface, each originating from crunched circles imprinted in the door. Upon closer inspection, the circles were actually fist marks.

The Uchiha reached out and grasped a bronze knocker on the door and rapped a total of three times on the striking plate. After a couple minutes he knocked again, putting more force behind the raps, causing the knocks to echo in the dead garden and ominously through the house. When no answer came, he tried the knob and to his relief it turned under his hand, allowing entrance into the house. Itachi scribbled furiously in his notebook, making sure not to miss anything important. He noted the dilapidated state of the exterior, adding as an after thought, the evidence of someone leaving the scene and the fist marks on the door. A full description of the living room followed.

Inside, the house sat in gloomy darkness; the sickly sweet smell of alcohol lingered in the air, forcing it's way into the lungs of the unsuspecting. In the gloom, Itachi noticed large stains of indeterminate origin and gingerly picked his way around them as he made his way through what appeared to be the living room. Reaching into his police belt, he retrieved his mag light and with a click bathed the room in white light. In the center of the room he noticed a coffee table covered in white powder, aluminum foil, glass pipes, lighters and beer bottles with varying amounts of liquid festering inside. The couch it sat in front of had stuffing oozing out of badly patched holes, the once white cotton sporting a yellowish brown tinge, most likely, as Itachi noted, stained from years of smoking in the house. On the other side of the couch, an end table balanced precariously against the couch, one of its four legs broken. The top had fragments of glass embedded in the wood from what appeared to be the shattered glass top now laying on the floor beside it.

Shining his light on the pile, Itachi suddenly became aware of the fresh blood trail starting from the table and leading towards a closed door. He quickly pocketed his notebook, opting instead to unholster his M&P. Stalking forward, the Uchiha held his gun up, bracing it over his mag light. When he neared the room, he braced himself against the left of the door and silently listened before yelling out. "KPD! Open the door!" His voice echoed through the empty house and no one answered his call. "Okay. I'm going to enter the room!"

Unlike the front door, this one was locked. Stepping back, Itachi put himself about a meter from the door and kicked to the left of the knob. The door burst open, fragmenting the the wood to the right of the the locking mechanism and pulling the top hinge out of place. The now useless barrier swung into the room, pulling down on the bottom hinge and leaning inwards. The bedroom lay in the same unlit gloom as the rest of the house and seemed to be in the same messy state as well. First thing upon walking in, Itachi checked the corners to the left and right, his light falling on piles of clothing, condoms, syringes, empty beer bottles and cans; trash of all types. The bed had rumpled, black covers wadded up in the center of it. The fitted sheet underneath had pulled loose from the top two corners, revealing a horribly stained pillow top mattress underneath, its yellow stuffing pushing out of small gashes on the top.

The blood trail led him around the bed to another door, this time slightly ajar. A small beam of light emanated from the crack , lighting up a bloody hand print smearing the side of the door frame. Cautiously Itachi stepped forward and nudged the door open with his foot, gun pointed at the widening entrance. About half-way, the door stopped on something and refused to go open any further. Squeezing himself through the gap, he hurriedly checked his right corner, shining his light on a bathtub spattered in blood, its curtain half-way ripped from the railing. With a deep breath he stepped fully into the room and around the door.

The blood smeared body of a young woman lay face-up, sprawling behind the door. She was scantily clad in a ripped blouse that exposed her midriff and a bloodstained bra. Other than that, the young woman wore nothing. Her pink hair splayed across the floor, soaking up the puddle of blood that had pooled around her. On her pasty white arms, Itachi noticed innumerable track lines running in blue and black swatches down the underside. The woman sported other bruises, each a different age than the last, from her face onto her neck and down her thighs. A knife protruded from her shoulder.

Itachi pulled a pair of gloves from his pouch and pulled them on quickly. Then, being careful to avoid the puddle of blood, he reached forward to place two fingers on her jugular, knowing what he would find. When a second passed with nothing he rolled he eyes and went to pull his hand away.

Thump.

He stopped and pressed his fingers closer. A second passed and he thought it was wishful thinking that kept his hand there.

Thump.

This time he was sure he felt the pulse and kept his hand there.

Thump.

With no time to lose, the Uchiha was ripping off his gloves and reaching for his walkie-talkie.

"Dispatch. This is Uchiha Itachi at 1501 Oak Plaza. We have a 10-45C. I repeat. This is Uchiha Itachi at 1501 Oak Plaza. We have a 10-45C."

/Copy that. This is Dispatch. Ambulance is on the way./

"Copy that."

Itachi grabbed another set of gloves, throwing them over his hands quickly so he could help the victim. He pulled the blade, a dull kitchen knife with a serrated edge, out of her shoulder. With practiced hands, he placed his hand, palm first, over the wound, pressing his weight against it. He listened intently and finally heard a small movement of air around her mouth. There was no rattle or wheezing, so he was sure her lung hadn't been punctured.

Suddenly the girl's eyes flew open and she started thrashing against Itachi. Her face was set in a mask of terror and her eyes darted around wildly. Itachi attempted to placate the woman with soothing words, but she only screamed and spat on his face.

"Get off of me!" The woman convulsed under his pressured grip and thrashed around as Itachi attempted to keep her in place. "Let go of me! Noooo! Stop!" The screaming turned into hideous growls as the woman lashed out, flailing her arms around. "Get. Of off. MEEEEE!" The woman's screeching echoed in the bathroom and through the house.

Two more officers suddenly had the woman pinned down, one with his knees holding her legs down, the other pinning her arms. The woman continued thrashing and screaming obscenities at the top of her lungs, trying to force the three men holding her down off. Itachi struggled to keep his hand in place, fearing any more blood loss would mean certain death for the woman.

"Let go of me! I ha-" The woman's voice broke in the middle of her screech, a silent wheeze emanating instead. The girls eye's opened widely and suddenly she started coughing loud, whooping coughs. A fount of blood spewed from her mouth, turning the coughs into sickly gargles. The already pale woman looked translucent in the orange glow of the bathroom, the crimson streams of blood running in little rivulets from the corners of her mouth. "Help-" She coughed another horrible racking cough followed by a staggering sigh. "Help me!" The panic set in quickly, her breath coming in short ragged gasps, tears racing down her face, the clenching of her fists.

"Shhh. We have help coming." Itachi sweetly comforted her. Placing his free hand under her head, the Uchiha gently tilted it to the side so that he could look her in the eyes. "Just calm down, I'm here and I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

The woman looked at him and bit her lip, a pained expression crossing her features. The question was barely audible "Is . . . is that you Sasuke?" Her eyes rolled back and closed.

Itachi's heart stopped as his breath caught in his throat. That name, his brothers name. This woman knew Sasuke. Maybe she knew where he was, maybe, just maybe . . .

A hand suddenly pulled his away from the wound and replaced it with a wad of gauze.

"We've got this now. Excellent work Uchiha." The paramedic took Itachi's place, working with his partner to strap the woman onto a gurney. Once the bright yellow straps were in place, they raised the bed and hurriedly rolled the woman from the room, to an ambulance outside, leaving the three officers in a circle looking at one another.

Inuzuka looked at his colleague and then at Itachi. "So . . . about what she said. Do you-"

Officer Aburame elbowed the man in the ribs. "Itachi, we know what you're thinking. Looking at this woman and the state of the house, do you really think you want to find him?"

Closing his eyes and composing himself, Itachi inwardly counted to ten before addressing the two men before him. "Inuzuka. Aburame. We must search the premise for any clues that may help us in the investigation regarding Ms. Haruno and her attacker. I have already canvased most of the lower floor. There were signs of a hastily made exit outside, I would like the two of you to further investigate the perimeter. I will continue my work inside." The tone in his voice left no room for objections. The addressed officers left the room, carefully avoiding the blood trail, knowing the detective in the other room would flay them living if they contaminated evidence.

Itachi was left to his own devices as the voices of Aburame and Inuzuka faded into the house. A shiver ran up his spine and he stuttered an excited sigh. Trying to compose himself, the Uchiha reached into his pocket and pulled out a notebook. This was not the same notebook he wrote details in earlier, this notebook was a battered, leather bound relic covered inside and out with scribbles akin to those of a mad-man. Inside, yellowing pages bore copious notes with circled words, scribbles, suspect sketches. Each page bore details regarding the disappearance to his brother, at one time or another every note meant a lead, and every lead led Itachi one step closer to Sasuke. But every lead had dried up, every note meaningless in the grand scheme, and suddenly rather than hotly pursing a fresh trail, he followed a cooling trail in reverse.

With the house cleared, Itachi was able to turn on the interior lights . . . at least the ones that hadn't been busted out. With a keen eye, he began to systematically scour the house for any signs of his brother. With both his current notebook and the one specifically for his personal case, Itachi surveyed the kitchen. The knife block held no knives, instead, it lay on its side covered in crusted on food and grease. The sink reeked of rotten food, soured milk, and all manner of retched things the Uchiha refused to investigate further. Normally, wooden floors in a house denoted wealth, but the marred surfaces before him were neither welcoming nor beautiful as they seemed to suck surrounding light into them, leaving a dull lifeless expanse for roaches to crawl across. In the fridge he found only a soured gallon of milk and some molded over food. This area thankfully was devoid of roaches.

The rest of the lower floor followed the same example as the living room and the bedroom, piles of condoms, needles, clothing, beer bottles, random stains and drug bags. At one point the Uchiha poked through a clothing pile to find a mother cat with four kittens hanging off of its tests. He quickly called Inuzuka in to tend to the cat, seeing as the young man's family ran a veterinary clinic. Next to where the tabby had been nursing, a beautiful staircase led to the the upper portion of the house.

As Itachi climbed the stairs, the rancid odor of drugs and alcohol slowly faded and was instead replaced with a strong mixed smell of sweet perfume and musky cologne. The second floor wrapped around into a large O shape, with four bedrooms, two bathrooms, a sitting room, and a sun room with a balcony. The stairs ended in the center of the O, and the banisters leveled into a railing around the center, allowing curious people to look over them onto the floor below. From the top of the stair way, a bathroom with a bedroom to each side could clearly be seen. Directly across, two rooms and a bathroom mirrored the first. On the far left, two glass doors opened into an empty sun room with a glass roof, and a balcony leading to the outside. To the far right, another sitting room lay in complete darkness.

Starting with the bedroom directly to the left of the sun room, Itachi carefully opened the door and was mildly surprised to find a neatly made bed, an empty chest of drawers, a lamp, and an empty closet. Nothing stained the carpet, the walls were clean, and the room smelled faintly of perfume. The bathroom too was completely clean. The shower curtain was pulled back and tied with a small sash, the toilet was clean, the mirrors bore no smudges. Nothing was out of place. The second bedroom matched the first.

The sitting room baffled Itachi the most out of all of the rooms thus far. With the living room downstairs in such a horrible state, he had half expected the same piles of filth to litter the floor. Quite to the contrary, the room was filled with sheet covered furniture. On closer inspection, the furniture proved to be the kind of expensive upper class furniture you would expect to find in an upper end house. Under a few of the sheets, he found huge oak chests of drawers, a beautifully crafted mirror with intricate carvings all around the frames. There were paintings from no name painters to Picasso and Monet under another set of sheets. Everything that should have been in the rest of the house appeared to be crammed into this one room. Itachi noted in his investigation notebook his idea everything was in there to be protected.

Itachi strode out of the sitting room slightly discouraged at the lack of any findings regarding either the current case, or the search for Sasuke. He sighed, hoping to finish the investigation and head back to the office, at least there he could riffle through the case file and ponder. The third bedroom door took a bit of a push before it opened with the grinding sound of wood on wood. As the Uchiha walked in the smell hit him first. Not the putrid decaying smell that had permeated the floor downstairs, this was the thick, intoxicating smell of perfume. Inside, this room appeared to actually be in use. The white and red embroidered comforter showed signs of someone sitting or laying on it, as it had wrinkles in the center and on the edges of it. The pillows were strewn across the top in what seemed to be an after thought and in one case, a pillow was missing its red cover. Looking around the room, Itachi found the pillowcase on the floor and nudged it to the side with his foot. Beneath the case he found a black wallet that appeared to have been picked through. There was no I.D., money, papers or anything. As he went to set it back down, a faint green color in the wallet caught his eye and he tugged at it.

The library card stuck a little but finally gave way. In horribly faded letters, Itachi could just make out the name Suigetsu Hozuki. Eyes widening, Itachi scribbled the name down in his casebook and continued searching the room. Under the bed he found a dirty sock and a couple worn shirts, one seemingly for a small male and the other definitely female. Further under, he found a skimpy pair of underwear and a pair of silver heels. In his notebook Itachi noted how he thought this room belonged to Ms. Haruno.

The bathroom next door had amenities for both male and female occupants. A blue towel and a red towel with white trim hung on the shower door, both nicely draped over the silver bar. Next to the sink two toothbrushes, a bottle of hair spray, two bottle of hair gel, a black comb and a round hairbrush lay neatly arranged on the counter. The medicine cabinet had a bottle of Ibuprofen, a prescription bottle filled with an antibiotic and a box of band-aids.

Tired from the search of the house, Itachi finally reached the last bedroom and stepped inside. The strong smell of nice cologne filled his nostrils as soon as he entered the room. The bed lay tucked in a corner, it's blue bedspread neatly tucked around all edges. As the Uchiha stepped forward, he noticed a thick layer of dust on the bedspread and everything else in the room. A few cobwebs streamed across the walls and the light coming in from the window reflected off of the particles in the air. It was obvious this room hadn't been in use for a long time. Stifling a yawn, the detective opened a drawer on the dresser and found nothing inside. Itachi pushed the drawer back in and to his surprise, it wouldn't shut. After a couple more tries, he pulled the drawer completely out and reached inside to fish out whatever was blocking it.

Itachi's hand fell upon a piece of clothing and he pulled it out, dropping it on the floor before shutting the drawer. Just as it was halfway in he stopped. The lump on the floor had an insignia on the back that caught Itachi's attention out of the corner of his eye. The Uchiha picked it up and stared dumbfounded at the jacket in his hands. It was like any other jacket a person would wear day in and day out, except for the Uchiha family crest on the back. Except for the fact this had once belonged to Sasuke. He threw the cloth back down and started ripping drawers out of the dresser, one after another until each empty box lay in a mangled heap on the floor. The detective was not going to give up easily. He checked the bottom of everything in the room, the drawers, the bed, the window, over the fan. Nothing. He tore open the closet door and shined his light on the inside. In the corner, a picture lay face down, its frame cracked and bent like it had been thrown in and forgotten. With trembling fingers, Itachi picked it up and turned it over.

The picture had four people in it, all people Itachi knew quite well. At the top was Kakashi Hatake, a senior officer at the Konoha Police department; below him to the left was Haruno Sakura. His eyes widened in sudden comprehension. This house, everything in it, that woman . . . That was Sakura. He looked back at the photo and scowled, next to Sakura was Naruto Uzumaki, the man who had almost gone insane after Sasuke's disappearance. Last person, Itachi chocked a little and a tear fell down his cheek, the pensive face of Sasuke Uchiha stared back at him, his unblinking eyes condemning Itachi as to say 'You still haven't found me, have you?'

He pulled the picture out of the frame and looked around before folding it up and tucking it into the pages of his notebook. Looking around the room, he heaved a sigh and began replacing all of the drawers he had just ripped out of the dresser. Closing his eyes briefly, Itachi resisted the urge to call Naruto and Shisui about the find, opting to tell them later on.

With the inspection of the inside of the house complete, Itachi left the house, not bothering to say goodbye to Inuzuka and Aburame before getting in his car and driving back to the office. As he looked around, the Uchiha suddenly smiled to himself as he unconsciously patted the notebook in his jacket. Today had been unseasonably warm after all.

Thanks for reading the first chapter of Broken Mirrors. Please be on the lookout for my next chapter and any new stories I hope to post in the future. As everything is right now, I hope to post every Sunday sometime between 12pm and 6pm Central time.

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-Wolfe