Sentient Evil
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Summary: When the Uzumaki family moved into their new home they had no idea that something in the house would compel their eldest son to murder them. When Special Detective Kurenai Yuhi is told to investigate the only clue she can find is one word, carved into the walls. Jashin.
-the following is an exact transcript of the final page from the journal of Kyuubi Uzumaki.
March 15th
I had that dream again.
I'm standing on the strange symbol in the basement and that silver haired man is just staring at me. The longer he stares the more uncomfortable and afraid I become. He speaks only one word to me.
"Jashin."
And I instantly know what he wants me to do. I refuse, of course I refuse, how could I not? What he wants is monstrous. When I refuse he begins to chant in a language I don't understand, it sounds Latin but somehow I know it's not. Then he begins to hurt himself, only I'M the one that feels it. It hurts so much and even though I know it's just a dream it's still the worse pain that I've ever experienced. And he says it again:
"Jashin."
And I refuse.
And it continues.
During the day I can tell myself that I would never, NEVER, do what he wants. That I would die before I bow to the will of that man and the depraved god he worships.
But at night, when I wake up from the nightmare, choking back a scream, my entire body being swallowed by a supernova of pain; I find myself thinking that I COULD do it. That I WOULD do it, just to get this to stop.
March 17th
4:11 A.M.
Special Detective Kurenai Yuhi and Kakashi Hatake, a well known crime scene investigator, stood in front of an unassuming grey brick house. The grass in the front yard was either dead or dying and the entire area was sectioned off by police tape. The work lamps buzzed faintly and bathed the surroundings in unforgiving white light.
"Were you the one who moved the body?" Kurenai nodded her head at the drying blood and white lines painted on the front walk.
"No," the surgical mask Kakashi was wearing shifted slightly as he scowled, "that wasn't my guys. It was them." He gestured at the milling police officers, "Some rookie. Put the stiff in the ambulance because 'people were gawking at it.'"
Kurenai laughed softly, "Looks like someone is gonna be looking for a new job come tomorrow."
The grey haired man hummed in agreement, "The situation wasn't completely unsalvageable though. The blood there," he pointed to the same bloodstains that Kurenai had, "belongs, or belonged, to Kyuubi Uzumaki. We haven't had time to run any tests but it's pretty obvious that the blood on the murder weapon belongs to his parents. His little brother Naruto said as much and, well, stab wounds don't lie."
Kurenai's red eyes widened, "His little brother is alive?"
"Well he's pretty shook up and he's got some internal bleeding that we can't account for but…yeah, he's alive, more or less. You didn't know?"
"I was just told that there were bodies. I assumed—"
"Ah, but Kurenai you know what they say about assuming—"
"Yeah it makes an ass out of you."
"That's riiiight."
They stood in silence for several minutes, watching the bustle of activity.
"So what happened here? Do you have any idea why the kid did what he did?"
Kakashi shrugged, "Well the only person who'd be able to give us an idea isn't in a fit condition to talk. After Naruto said that Kyuubi had murdered their parents all we could get out of him was mostly incoherent babbling about how his brother wouldn't die."
"Wouldn't die?" Kurenai quirked an eyebrow.
"The Uzumaki's had a .357 revolver in their home for security purposes. Naruto said that he shot his brother with it five times and that he wouldn't go down."
"And did he actually shoot him? He could have just missed after all."
"Oh no, he got him. You could take one look at Kyuubi's body and tell he'd been shot. Or so I'm told. I would have seen it firsthand but someone moved the body." The normally relaxed man cast a scorching glare at the police officers.
"Alright so Kyuubi snaps over…something and kills his parents. His little brother sees it, grabs the gun and shoots him. Pretty straightforward, so the only question is what set Kyuubi off?"
"Well the other question is how he got onto the stoop."
"What do you mean?"
"The Uzumaki's .357 was loaded with hollow point bullets. The first exit wound blood-spatter is in the master bedroom, which means that Kyuubi walked down the hallway, down the stairs, and into the front yard after taking a slug in the chest."
"People have been known to shrug off bullets with enough adrenaline or psychotic rage."
"True, but there's another exit-spatter in the hall and one at the top of the stairs; that means he was shot three times. Have you ever seen what a hollow point will do to someone? Being able to shrug off three wouldn't be adrenaline or rage, it'd be inhuman."
"So what do you think happened?"
Kakashi slid a finger underneath his mask and scratched his chin thoughtfully, "My best theory is that he was under the influence of a drug, maybe PCP, but we're gonna have to wait for the toxicology report. It's possible that he was able to shrug off those bullets, stranger things have happened, but I'd be really surprised."
They fell into silence again. Paramedics led a covered stretcher out the door and down the steps, avoiding the bloodstains and body outline as best they could. They loaded the stretcher into the back of ambulance, closed and latched the double doors, and departed.
"So, you want to see the crime scene now?"
"Su—" Kurenai stopped mid-word as a giant yawn escaped her, "Actually, I'll take a look tomorrow. I'm so tired right now that I'd miss something important. Is Kyuubi's body in the morgue?"
"Yeah."
"Then I'll swing by and take a look at it tomorrow too." She yawned again, "But for now, it's four in the morning and I need to get some sleep."
-Excerpt from the journal of Kyuubi Uzumaki.
October 15th
…Dad had me bringing up the Halloween decorations from the basement today. I really don't like the basement. I know that probably sounds ridiculous, an seventeen year old being afraid of the basement. I bet Naruto is laughing his ass off if he's reading this but it's true. The basement gives off some really bad vibes. It kinda feels like something's watching you, something predatory. Like when you're at the zoo and the lion's staring at you and you just know it'd eat you if it could. And then there's that weird symbol carved into the floor, the triangle inside a circle. You can literally feel the air get colder around it. I don't know, maybe I'm just imagining things…
March 17th
1:32 P.M.
Kurenai had always hated the morgue. Part of it was the smell, the clean disinfectant smell that never really covered up the smell of death, but it was mostly the way it looked. The impersonal white walls and tile floors, the harsh fluorescent lights, the row upon row of metal locker doors; the doors had always been the worst part for her. No matter what any of the corpses in here had done when they were alive, whether they had been a victim or a murderer, they were still someone's loved one and they were stored away in containers like cold cuts. Well, perhaps not like cold cuts but that was the comparison her mind always made.
She caught the attention of the man on duty and after a brief talk about who she was and why she was here (several times she resisted the urge to remind the pudgy man that her eyes were up here thank you very much) he led her back to the cabinet where Kyuubi was stored.
"Are you sure you want to see this ma'am? The report said it was pretty gruesome."
Kurenai frowned slightly and resisted the urge (yet again) to tell the man that staring at her chest was not polite. "Yes, I'm sure. Open it up please."
The man opened the door and slowly slid out the rolling bed, as if to give her more time to prepare. Unfortunately nothing could have prepared her for what she saw. The metal slab was empty. The body of Kyuubi Uzumaki was gone.
A/N: and that's the first chapter. Yeah, I know what you're thinking, another Jashin related story? Yes, another Jashin related story. This idea has been eating my brain lately so uh, new story for ya.
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