My Sinning Savior
Alright, finally got this one up and the next chapter should follow soon. I am currently working on chapter four, so much fun.
Disclaimers: I do not own Naruto. But I do own the lily-livered police officers you meet.
Warnings: There are some pairings of same gender, but they are hinted too not prevailing. Also some foul language (like one or two words out of the entire story) and confusing plot lines
Directions: Just add water! Read and Review.
Good Intentions: Hell's Invention
Itachi sat at home pouring over paperwork the police department had given to him. He was given a chance to be transferred around, just to get some other experiences under his belt. He sighed and put his chin in the palm of his hand, thumbing through the options.
Bleary eyed, he stared at the alarm clock sitting on the desk. The red lights read 4:32. He should have gone to sleep awhile ago, but he refused to. Something in his gut just didn't sit right. The last time he had this sensation was when he heard of his parent's deceit. He had, quite proudly, taken care of that in an orderly fashion. Of course for the exception of his brother, this still troubled him, slightly.
He pushed away from the desk, the wooden chair releasing a groan in agony. He stared at the wall before him blankly, crossing his arms over his broad chest. How old was his little brother now? Fifteen, yes fifteen. The two were five years apart, which made Itachi twenty.
Sasuke had chosen not to live with his older brother in his former residence, which made sense for a trauma victim. He was then let under the wing of a foster parent, whom Itachi detested, named Orochimaru. Apparently social services said 'they're both Japanese, they'd be perfect!' But they never stopped to think what Orochimaru did.
Orochimaru was a spineless businessman who was world renowned as he was feared. The man had a fetish for little boys, which had made Itachi uneasy when Sasuke was put under his care. Sasuke was Itachi's little brother, no one else could lay a finger on him. Therefore, Itachi kept tight, personal surveillance on the house ever since. Of course that was until Sasuke had attempted suicide.
Kabuto, Orochimaru's estranged nephew, had been the chauffer for the suicidal teenager. He had rocketed down the streets to the hospital, clearly forgetting to call an ambulance. Itachi had warned the other police to just make an escort for them and he called ahead to the hospital. Of course the police granted the crazed Kabuto a grand escort all because Itachi said so.
Yet, Itachi has not seen his little brother in a little over the week. He always had watched Sasuke walk home from school, just to make sure he was okay. Maybe that's where the worry was coming from, well feeling. Itachi didn't worry because Itachi always had everything planned. He only became shallowly anxious, which he was now.
Breaking out of his cold glare at the wall the phone in the kitchen began ringing. Itachi immediately shot up, the chair topping behind him onto the plush carpet floor. He raced out of the room he was in and down the stairs.
In boxers and a shirt he slid to a stop before the counter and slammed the receiver to his ear. He cleared his throat and spoke evenly, "Hello? And may I ask why you are calling at this hour?"
He had expected it to be his neurotic friend Kisame who always took the night shifts for the police force and ended up getting HIMSELF arrested. But it wasn't Kisame, or anyone else from the force. It was a nurse.
"Your brother is missing." She said, trying to sound calm, but the hysterics behind her gave her away, "is he there?"
"No." Itachi said and looked around to make sure the younger hadn't snuck in, "Why?"
"Well he's not here...!" She snapped through stress, but then calmed herself down.
"I understand that." Itachi hissed slightly through his teeth, "Can you give me any details?"
"He left with a boy."
"A boy?!" Itachi screamed, mentally recoiling at the sound of his own voice thundering from his chest. He beat it back down, "Continue, sorry."
"It's alright," The nurse bit sarcastically, "The other boy was Naruto Uzamaki. A schizophrenic. We are not sure if they escaped together or separately. But they were both sharing a room...with a divider...and now they are gone. The estimated time of departure was 3:30 am."
Itachi nodded, "Uh-huh. Did you send in a police report?"
"Yes."
Itachi put his elbows on the counter and pressed his forehead into his palm. Wrapping his fingers through his bangs he spoke softly, "Thank you."
He hung up in a daze, and then immediately felt a small energy begin to course through his tired being. He ran upstairs to get his clothes, which he had taken off in the room he had been analyzing the transfers. Walking into Sasuke's room he quickly put on his pants and a light jacket. He stared at the empty bed, which he refused to touch. The impression of his brother now long gone due to the forensics team, but he could still see it in his mind's eye, "I will find you, otouto, and we can live together again. Like the family we should be."
Naruto pressed the side of his head against the bus' window. Sasuke sat straight-backed beside him, refusing to look anywhere but forward. His heels tapped the ground impatiently as he was mumbling any complications that could occur during their escape.
Naruto tapped him on the shoulder and gave a reassuring smile, "We'll be out in now time."
Sasuke clenched his fists, "We've been riding the same bus for an hour. Th-they have to know we're on this route by now. We have to get off soon."
The blonde contemplated this for a short while and then stated a quick alibi, "They probably think we got off already and are checking every bus stop. It is a slow progression, searching for two psy-"
The raven clamped a hand over Naruto's mouth and said through gritted teeth, "If my brother knows about this we're doomed."
"You're brother?" Naruto asked, never even knowing Sasuke had a family, let alone a brother.
"Well, if you could call him that...after...after what he did to them." Sasuke turned away in a huff and stared glumly at the aisle floor. If his brother was on this he'd read them like the book. He shivered involuntarily. Everything to Itachi was planned like a book and he was the author. He could read you and not miss or forget a single detail. Those eyes of his -so similar to Sasuke are but so different- bore into your soul and uncovered your most sacred secrets.
Naruto looked at him questioningly, and then slid a reassuring arm around the Uchiha's shoulder, pulling him closer, "its okay. If you don't want to say, you don't have too. But at least stop shaking in your boots and help us not run into him. Okay?"
Naruto smiled lopsidedly and Sasuke only grunted, "Fine."
He then reached past Naruto and pulled the rope to signal they wanted to stop. The bus came to a halt at a street that led into a subdivision, about two towns away from the hospital. Sasuke shot up with Naruto close on his heels. They muttered thank you to the cock-eyed bus driver and darted into the darkened streets.
The cookie cutter houses passed in blurs as they remained in their dead sprints. At the end of the development a woods rose up to obscure the horizon and the summer sun that was rising slowly behind it. When they made it to the edge they wasted no time running straight into it. No thought was wasted on catching their bearings, just freedom.
They collapsed at the side of a creek, a good half mile into the woods. Naruto heaved in a huge gulp of air as Sasuke panted feverishly beside him. "So," Naruto said through dogged breaths, "he's gonna find us?"
Sasuke nodded, unable to speak after such a long run. His mind had been on overload the whole sprint. His brother would know exactly where they went. KAMI! He was acting so predictable! Where could they go? What could they do?! He didn't want to see his brother and he knew he'd go into juvenile detention and Naruto in a fucking asylum! He had to think of something. And fast.
"How far to the next county?" Naruto blurted out, staring eagerly at Sasuke.
"I don't even know where the hell we are!" Sasuke shouted, his voice carrying through the trees.
Naruto shushed him and then whispered, "You have the bus times, maybe we can figure out where we are from there."
The raven fumbled for the map and produced it from his back pocket, "What good is it going to do, to be in the next county?"
Naruto heaved a sigh, "I'm sure you're well aware of our consequences if caught. So why don't we turn ourselves in the next county over."
"Turn ourselves in for this?! We'd get the same thing!" Sasuke whispered harshly, running his finger down the line of stops. Then, he found the town they were closest, or near. The next county wasn't that far away...
"No, something different! Either way we're going to get caught, so we might as well be thrown into some place together."
The idea was simplistic but brilliant. Still the harsh reality hit of what they turned themselves in for and what if their photos were already faxed. Wait, they wouldn't be faxed, Itachi would be too proud to fax them over yet. Sasuke smirked, "We have to turn ourselves in for a pre-existing crime. Shoplifting should be the easiest to pull. So go in, mention it, let them bring the case to us, and say 'yes sir, that was us'. They take us into custody and we're safe."
Naruto held out his hand and Sasuke high-fived it, "Let's rock this bitch." Naruto said excitedly.
"After you." Sasuke said as the two once again darted off, parallel to the neighborhood.
The siren blared over Kisame's car as he skid to a rough stop in front of the Uchiha residence. All lights were out, which gave him the spooks. He may be a night cop, but the dark foreboding of the Uchiha residence always gave him the chills. He honked the horn.
Itachi stepped out the door and locked it. Then, he hurried down the front steps and gracefully made it into the passenger seat beside Kisame. "Aw aren't you going to buckle up?" Kisame teased.
"Just drive." Itachi growled, glaring daggers at his idiotic friend. Kisame smiled nervously and pressed down on the gas. He flicked on the sirens again and tore down the street.
The duo came to the Police Department of Sleimset county. Huffing and puffing they pushed open the glass doors and looked around at the deserted reception area. The desk where people were to report crimes, or turn themselves in, was left completely unattended. Naruto wouldn't have been surprised if a tumble weed went right by.
Then, an office in full garb evaporated from the hallway, "What do you two kids want?"
Sasuke took the floor and skillfully set the plan into the motion. After all the confessions were out the officer grimaced, "Two boys like you shouldn't pull stunts like that."
They looked down sheepishly, while they were celebrating in their minds. He ate it! They weren't going to be separated! Naruto wasn't going to the asylum and Sasuke wouldn't be alone in juvee.
The officer locked them behind bars of a musty cell. Swinging the ring of keys around on his index finger the middle aged cop said, "You guys will be sent out tomorrow to the detention center. If you're good over there you might get out quick. But you'll get out quick anyways 'cause this was nothing big; don't see why you turned yourselves in."
Naruto feigned a shy smile, "My fault really, even if this crime was small my conscience is big."
The officer laughed, "Have fun boys, and don't get yourselves into any trouble."
They nodded as the officer walked away, his shoes hitting the concrete with a rhythmic slap. Naruto settled on one cot, while Sasuke settled on the one opposite. Chancing a glance at the ill-kept toilet Naruto felt his gag reflex initiate and he turned away to stare down the small cat walk.
"You're family is with the police force, right?" He asked Sasuke.
Sasuke replied, "Yea. What of it?"
Naruto turned and rolled his eyes; pantomiming as he talked, "Well shouldn't that guy have recognized you or something, especially since you said Uchiha."
Sasuke looked at him with the wow-are-you-dumb look. Then he released a pent up sigh and seemed to lose all his vigor in a second, "They know my father, my mother, and my brother. But not me." His eyes flashed up, melancholy shimmering in those dark pools, "I am a nobody."
Naruto looked down, thoroughly ashamed for asking such a personal question. He should have guessed it would have stabbed that deep, just by the way Sasuke was, but no he was oblivious again. Clenching his fists he himself heaved a sigh. "Just can't wait until we're out of here."
"Two months." Sasuke repeated, "Then we can be free..."
Itachi's fingers drummed nervously on the dashboard. His mind was rushing with the possibilities of where his brother could be. He had to find him; soon, he had to find him immediately. Itachi drew in a sharp breath and turned to Kisame, "I know where he is."
Kisame's eyes widened, that had to be a record, "Where?"
Itachi relayed the information, and then felt as the car took a sharp turn. Who was this boy his brother was with? Apparently he was a psycho, a schizophrenic none the less. How could the medical staff be so negligent as to have his brother room with such a volatile individual? How much did he want to bet that the schizophrenic was the one who ukidnapped/u his brother?
The car pulled up by the hospital and Itachi rushed inside. Kisame parked and ran to follow Itachi. He had never seen Itachi this antsy or showing this much emotion for that matter. Normally he had a face of stone while he worked out problems, but tonight he had a scowl. Kisame had feared the windshield would freeze over with the subzero glare Itachi was boring into it. Walking through the sliding doors he ran down the halls after his friend.
Orochimaru watched in discontent at the scene. It finally had died down only to be followed by Sasuke's older brother bursting in and demanding attention. He heaved a sigh and leaned further back in the chair. Itachi would figure out where his precious brother was, and Orochimaru would get to 'reprimand' him. He cackled at the idea.
Itachi had always been an inconvenience, a thorn in his side, that's why he had his nephew stay with them. Kabuto was like a look-out for Sasuke's overbearing older brother, so when the coast was clear Orochimaru could have his way. Sadly, all these years, he only had his chance once. That Itachi was omnipresent, in everything he did.
Of course that chance was when Itachi had a meeting with some higher-ups. Orochimaru had tried to seduce Sasuke while he was studying, but only got a history book buried into his face. When he felt he had the right to resort to force a knock had come from the door. Cursing Orochimaru left the studious boy and opened the door with a half-opened bathrobe. The look he received was one of repulse and utter shock. Orochimaru had merely slammed the door in the door-to-door sales man's face only to hear Kabuto say.
"The meeting is over, Orochimaru-sama. Itachi-san should be here any minute..."
This time though it will be different, much different. With Itachi piggy-backing the press for awhile and planning revenge against Sasuke's partner in crime, Orochimaru would have almost limitless freedom. Him and Sasuke would then become all Orochimaru could ever wish for; joining over and over again mercilessly. Yes, they would...
Kisame came through and tore down the hallway. Kabuto broke Orochimaru's daze, "Was that one of Itachi's friends?"
Orochimaru waved it off casually and returned to his little fantasies and growing obsession for Sasuke Uchiha.
The officer walked down the catwalk from the two teenagers he just locked up. He whistled lightly under his breath as he made it to the front. Slipping the keys on the hook he began to search for his illusive jacket. He always seemed to misplace the grungy thing. Maybe he had left it in the gym...
"Carl!" A shout of his name came from the hallway that led to the opposite side of the station, conference rooms.
"What do ya want now?" He asked perturbed, he just wanted to go home and get some sleep.
"Just come down 'ere!" Carl followed the orders from his equal grudgingly and walked down the dimly lit hallway. He saw a door towards the end open, and couldn't make out the figures that wee standing inside, but he already knew one had to be John. He sighed and began glancing around for his jacket.
Still he was curious as to who the client was. Generally people don't come in the middle of the night, especially people who aren't being arrested. Those two crazed adolescents were enough of a peculiarity; did he really have to see another? Perhaps it was a conspirator talking about a UFO sighting. That'd be a great end to a great day...
Yet, when he stepped over the threshold he realized it was no stranger. He stood there dumbstruck when he saw who the person was. He rubbed the tiredness from his eyes and took a double take; it was still the same person.
"Turns out he has some information about the boys you just locked up."
Carl nodded absently and stuttered a formal greeting, "H-hello Itachi-san. What, what do you know?"
Itachi smiled cunningly, "You already know one was my brother, correct?"
"You're brother." No, Carl had not noticed at all, he of course read the name, but never drew the connection, "No...I didn't."
Itachi scowled, but then schooled his face into a professional demeanor, "Well he is and that boy is one he escaped with."
"Escaped?" Carl asked, interjecting rudely.
"Yes, escape." Itachi said curtly, clearly impatient tonight, "They are planning on going to juvee as to not be separated. Now I do not know why they feel they have to be together. I just need you two to promise me one thing."
The two leaned and nodded. How could one boy, well young adult, know so much about detective work? His father was only a mild mannered officer whose skills were with guns, not brains. But Itachi possessed both and something far more dangerous. He held high stature and respect which gave him complete control. He spoke slowly, allowing the others to let it sink in, "I want you to not breathe a word of them being here. Let the transfer go and we're going to keep them at missing. This matter shouldn't concern the police at all. This is strictly between me and the two."
"So don't say anything?" John clarified.
"Precisely," Itachi got up and walked out of the room, "Thank you gentle men. And if you forget this small tidbit of information, and break the secrecy, I'll make sure you are on the line and not me."
The two swallowed as the young man moved noiselessly out of the building. They looked at each other with horror surfacing behind their eyes. They nodded to know the other understand and neither of them ever spoke of this night ever again.
Sasuke stared at the sleeping Naruto on the opposite cot. A chill ran up and down his spine as the officer's name echoed. Who was calling him? All of a sudden the air felt hostile, like there was a predator. Maybe it was just being behind bars, and in a cell.
Yet, the youngest Uchiha couldn't sleep. He sighed and began pacing back and forth. Naruto cracked an eye open, feeling obligated to wake up from his partner-in-crime's frustrated pacing, "What's crawled up your ass?" Naruto asked drowsily.
Sasuke scowled and then began to bite his lip. Something was wrong. It was burning in the pit of his stomach, their plan was about to be foiled. He...he had to do something! It was stupid to turn themselves in. No, Itachi would never think of this place, never. This was an ingenious idea, Itachi would have no idea.
"Lights out!" Came a voice from the end of the corridor and the two were plunged into darkness.
"You're not even going to settle with the lights out, huh?" Naruto stated.
"No...I can't. How can you?" He said through gritted teeth.
"Come 'ere." Naruto patted the mattress beside him and waited until he felt the pressure of Sasuke sitting. He flung an arm loosely around Sasuke shoulders and felt the boy relax. He smiled inwardly and ruffled the raven's hair with his free hand, "Don't worry we'll get through this."
Sasuke leaned against Naruto, happy to know for once he wasn't alone. "Okay, dobe. Keep telling yourself that."
Naruto heaved a sigh, "I think I will until it finally comes true..."
All of a sudden the door to their cell was flung open. They rose from their rest, unable to fall asleep. A female officer, with dirty blonder hair pulled into a french braid said, "Alright, hands behind your back and down on your knees."
The boys complied and felt the hand cuffs click into place. Sasuke grimaced at losing all sense of freedom; all he wanted to do was avenge his family. Meanwhile, Naruto took all this in his stride and just stared down at the floor, no emotion crossing his features. Crossing his fingers behind his back the blonde walked down the cat walk, hoping that everything went alright. No roadblocks, no unseen obstacles.
The two were shoved harshly into the backseat of a police car and stared through the mesh as the female got in. She had a death grip on the wheel as she shifted into drive. No conversation was made the whole time. Not like any of them wanted any.
Karen stared down the road, having made this trip far too many times. What was up with kids these days? She heaved a sigh and glanced back in the rearview mirror. Generally she would see druggies, or addicts, or rebels who wouldn't shut up. But these two seemed so cultured; they almost seemed incapable of their crimes.
Still their culture may work against them once inside the detention center. Everyone knew what happened behind the walls, but no one made a move to stop it. It was always considered an 'extra-punishment' and it taught many of the little virgins well. She began chewing nervously on her bottom lip.
These two boys were virgins, she could see just by looking at them. Also, there was no reason for them to be so pure. They had the looks to land any girl, or guy for that matter, and make away with her innocence within an instant. No protest coming from her end. These boys were screwed, or perhaps saying they 'will be screwed' was the better term.
She turned down the secure road and stared at the looming building. Naruto and Sasuke followed suit and gulped down the fear of the razor wire and the sturdy look of the edifice. They were going there, for two months? Does anything live in there even?
Two more officers flanked the car in front of the bolted steel door. Apparently they had come in the prisoner end, not the one Sasuke had entered so many times with his father. The two were pulled roughly from their seat by their respective officers. The driver murmured a good bye, did a quick K-turn, and got herself out of there.
The officers dragged them all not-too kindly into the building, to await their eminent doom.