Please pardon the seeming implausibility of this story; I just thought this would be an interesting Negima! crossover, seeing as I don't believe anything even close to this has ever been done.
Also excuse the shortness of this first chapter; I assure you that once more details have been fleshed out, the chapters will become longer.
Detective Jethro Gibbs looked down from the helicopter that he was riding in, grimacing as he looked down at the grisly scene that met his eyes. The valley that they were in was almost completely cut off from human intrusion, which is what necessitated the use of the helicopter.
More than the scenery, though, it was the gruesomeness of the crime that had initially caught Gibbs' attention.
He had heard about it on the evening news, right before he and the other members of the NCIS team were about to head home for the evening. Gibbs and the others had all crowded around the TV, listening to the reporter describe the grisly scene that she was assumedly standing in front of.
"What the...?" DiNozzo said to no one in particular. "Who the hell would do something like this?"
No one responded; no one knew.
Gibbs was about to turn the TV off when the reporter said something that caught their attention: "One of those who were killed appeared to be wearing a Navy dress uniform, though the uniform is in about as bad of shape as he is."
Gibbs turned to the team. "That's our cue, boys. Get ready for a long night."
That was how Gibbs had come to be associated with the case. Once he had arrived at the officers' base camp and given them his ID, he was allowed to be ferried down to the scene of the crime.
As soon as Gibbs stepped off the chopper, he knew that he was dealing with a true psychopath.
The field around them was drenched in blood, as though someone had picked up the bodies while they were exsanguinating and swung them around in roughly the same motion as helicopter blades, allowing the free-flowing blood to spatter the field around him for seemingly hundreds of yards.
Gibbs looked down at one of the corpses and almost had to turn away. The flesh was charred black, but Gibbs could see that the man's face was no longer there; an open hole sat where his facial features once were.
Slowly, he looked at all the other bodies. Aside from other limbs being blown off and bodies being in various states of burn, one thing remained the same about all the bodies: their faces were missing.
It was as though the killer was saying that the bodies didn't "see it coming."
Or maybe that was just Gibbs' murder-mind getting the best of him.
Just then, Gibbs' phone rang, and he answered it.
"What?"
Ducky's voice came from the other line. "Is it really as bad as everyone is saying it is?"
Gibbs nodded his head, though he knew Ducky couldn't actually see his gesture. "Yes, it is, Ducky. Whoever did this has no soul; anyone with a shred of soul wouldn't be able to do this."
Ducky pondered this for a moment, then asked, "Is it true about the Navy officer, being one of the deceased?"
Gibbs surveyed the field until he found what he was looking for. "Yeah, it's true. Let me call you back after I get some more information." He shut the phone, cutting Ducky off before he spoke the first word.
Gibbs stared down at the mass grave that lay around him. He shook his head wryly.
"Is this what fate had in store for you? Or did your lives end so premature?"
Unbeknownst to Gibbs, he was being watched. Up in a tree about 200 yards away, a young man sat staring at him, watching as he did his thing. His silver hair blew in the direction of the wind, though he was not worried about Gibbs- or anyone else for that matter- catching his scent.
He heard every word Gibbs had said, and at his last statement, he smiled.
"Yes, my new friend," he whispered, "that is what Fate had in store for them..."
Laughing softly, he jumped down from the tree and, upon landing, disappeared into the evening mist...
Well that's all for now. Hope you'll come back for more!