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Sentient Evil
Chapter 2.
-an entry from the Journal of Kyuubi Uzumaki
September 13th
So today was my first day in the village of Konoha. In case you're wondering Konoha is the smallest city in all of Fire County and it's really, really small. When Dad said we were moving to a small town I thought he meant like suburbia small but goddamn there's probably only four hundred or five hundred people in this entire town, and that's a generous estimate.
The entire town is inside this, like, miniature forest and it's pretty much isolated from the rest of the world. It's actually really creepy if you think about it too long. There's only one paved road that leads into town and the only thing it's really used for is to ship in produce and shit for that local place Chiyo's Market. I was actually bored enough to make a list of the different stuff in this town.
Konoha has:
Houses (obviously).
A gas station/ mechanic combo that looks like it's been around since the '50's.
Chiyo's Market (it's like a general store and a mini-mart all in one, in case that's not obvious.)
A church.
A lumber mill.
A couple diners (no franchises, all local).
A spooky abandoned police station that's still roped off by crime scene tape.
Notice what's missing from that list? A hospital, a school, and an occupied police station.
Apparently if you need a hospital you gotta get yourself out to Fire County General. They ship out the kids to the nearest schools and ship in cops whenever something bad happens.
Christ, this town just sounds like a bad idea.
Anyway that's all I gotta write for today so uh…I dunno, later I guess.
Oh, one last thing. I was moving my bookshelf around today and I found this word, Jashin (pronounced Josh-een?) carved into the wall. Only, the word didn't look carved. I dunno, maybe I've been reading too much Creepypasta but it almost looked like it had been scratched into the wall. Dad said he'd get me some caulk or putty or something to fill it in with so we can paint over it but it's still really creepy.
March 18th
5:35 P.M.
The cluster-fuck that was Kyuubi's missing body had taken most of today and yesterday to resolve, if you could call it resolved at all. The morgue attendant who had been on duty when Kyuubi's body was brought in couldn't be found and reviewing the security tapes had proven useless. The video showed Kyuubi's body being brought in, placed on the rolling bed, and slid into the cabinet. The morgue attendant (a prematurely grey haired man named Kabuto Yakushi) sat at his desk for a while filling out paper work and then stood up and left the room. A couple of minutes later the video feed began to waver and then blacked out. When the feed resumed the morgue looked normal but the body, and Kabuto, had disappeared.
Even though Kurenai always tried to focus on the positive aspects of a person's character, if she had to be honest, she wasn't really surprised that Kabuto had turned out to be a body thief. The man had always creeped her out, sitting in on autopsies whenever he could and smiling that strange half-smile of his. And unfortunately it appeared that he was also very good at covering his tracks, because they could find neither hide nor hair of him. So for the time being the department had cops out actively looking for him and Kurenai had to move on to the next part of her investigation, speaking to Kyuubi's friends.
The thunderous clouds that had been holding court in the sky broke open as Kurenai pulled her car, an unmarked Crown Victoria, into the gravel driveway of the 17 N. Suna St. and killed the engine. The house in front of her was, quite frankly, depressing. It was a low-slung ranch house that was badly in need of a paint job and the dilapidated front porch was sagging horribly in the middle. A screen door hung at a drunken tilt in front of a front door that needed a new coat of paint even more than the house, if that was possible. A rusted tin overhang protected the front door and porch from the brunt of the rain and Kurenai made haste for that small rectangle of protection. She rang the doorbell and half a minute later the door was answered by a heavily tattooed man wearing a half-unzipped mechanic's jumpsuit.
"What?" he asked gruffly.
"Are you Shukaku Sabaku?"
He nodded slowly.
She removed her badge from her pocket and held it up do that he could see it, "I'm Special Detective Kurenai Yuhi can I speak to you for a moment?"
The man sighed heavily, "What's Kankuro done now officer?"
"Nothing." She said, surprised, "I'm actually here to talk to you about Kyuubi Uzumaki."
"Oh." He stepped outside and let the doors close behind him. A gust of wind caused the screen door to rattle and bounce against the doorframe. The rain fell harder and the sound of it hitting the tin became a roar.
Shukaku lit a cigarette and quirked an eyebrow at Kurenai, "So what did you wanna know?"
"Is there any way we could move this inside?" She asked, raising her voice to be heard.
Shukaku shook his head firmly, "They're," he jerked his head back to indicate the house, "shook up enough about this. I don't want them to hear more than necessary."
Kurenai nodded in understanding and pulled a pen and a notepad from an inside pocket of her jacket.
"So, would you say that you were close to Kyuubi Uzumaki?"
He shrugged and blew out a stream of smoke, "I suppose. Close as a man can be to the dude fucking his younger brother, at any rate."
Kurenai's eyes widened slightly in surprise, "Mr. Uzumaki and—"
"Gaara," he supplied helpfully.
"- were having a…sexual relationship?"
He grinned slightly, as if amused by her reluctance, "They were fucking, yeah."
Kurenai's mind began to race a mile-a-minute. It was news to her but apparently Kyuubi was homosexual. What were Mr. and Mrs. Uzumaki's views on homosexuality? Maybe Kyuubi came out and they reacted badly? Perhaps that was what pushed the teen over the edge.
She hadn't realized that she was thinking aloud until Shukaku began to speak again:
"Nah, nah, nah, you obviously didn't do your damn homework when it comes to Kyuubi's parentals. They were the most supportive parents I've ever seen, man. Hell if Kyuubi told them he was queer they would've bought him a tube of lube and a box of condoms."
"Hmm…well, do you have any idea what might have set Kyuubi off then? Did anything traumatic happen recently? Anything you know of?"
"Nah, not that I know of, he did look tired as hell the last couple of times I saw him though. But, well, some people just snap ya' know?"
Kurenai nodded absently and scribbled rapid sleep loss on her notepad underneath Gaara's name.
"Is there any way I'd be able to speak to Gaara?"
Shukaku stamped out what remained of his cigarette with a heavy work boot and lit another, "You could talk to him but you'd have to go to the loony ward of FC General."
"The psychiatric ward? What's he doing there?"
"He flipped his shit when he heard about what happened. Started doing that paranormal babble bullshit that he does and wouldn't stop and then…well, Temari took him to the hospital before he could hurt himself anymore."
"That reaction seems a bit over the top." She said carefully, not wanting to offend the taller man.
Shukaku sighed heavily and ran a hand over his face, "Yeah, I know. I love the kid but he's never been completely alright, ya' know, mentally." He glanced at his watch and swore, "Look, I gotta go or I'm gonna be late for my shift. You should talk to Fu, she was closer to Kyuubi then I was."
"Fu?"
"Fu Chomei. She works at Chiyo's Market. Look, I'm sorry but I gotta go, can't afford to lose this gig."
Kurenai scribbled down Fu's name underneath Gaara's and watched as the man trotted across the dying grass and clambered into a rusted truck. The engine started with a cough and a sputter and the truck trundled down the drive, sending up sprays of gravel from beneath its wheels.
She stood underneath the awning for a couple of minutes, waiting to see if the rain would ease up. When it became apparent that it would not she pulled her jacket up over her head and, inwardly berating herself for not bringing an umbrella, ran for her car. The inside of her car was blessedly dry and she pulled off her now soaked jacket and hung it over the back of the passenger seat.
*khuu* "Kurenai are you there?" *khuu*
Kurenai grabbed the walkie-talkie off its dashboard mount and depressed the button, *khuu* "Yeah I'm here. What do you need Shizune?" *khuu*
*khuu* "We've found Kabuto's body. You better get to the morgue, it's weird." *khuu*
*khuu* "Weird? Weird how?" *khuu*
*khuu* "It's…well…just get there fast. Anko's agreed not to start the autopsy until you get there but she's already getting impatient." *khuu*
Anko Mitarashi was a woman who took far too much joy in her work. It was a well known fact around the Station that she actually enjoyed cutting open dead bodies. This, coupled with her love of snakes, had earned her the title of Creepy Snake Lady and she loved it.
She greeted Kurenai at the door of Autopsy Room Four with a large smile and shoved a pile of clothes into the startled detective's hands; after Kurenai had put on the set of scrubs, surgical gloves, and, oddly enough, a nose plug Anko led her into the room. The smell hit them like a wall. Being used to it, Anko merely wrinkled her nose slightly in irritation but Kurenai nearly gagged. Even though her nose was plugged she could taste the pungent odor on the back of her tongue, rotten and cloying like spoiled meat.
Kabuto's body was laid out on a steel table at the center of the room. A white blanket covered the body from the waist down, something she was sure Anko had done for her benefit.
Anko crossed to the far side of the table and picked up a scalpel from the rolling table beside her.
"Let's get started." She said, sounding eager.
She began to make the first incision.
A/N: and that's the next chapter. Reviews would be super killer.
Later,
Pathetic-really.