Hey everyone I feel horrible for not updating but life happens sorry. Once again I don't know Naruto
Warm sun ray's shined on my face as I scanned through the new case files. It is just another day in the office with the same kind of work that needs to be done. As I read through the file of a girl whose body was found bloody and skinned. I couldn't help but think on my first day here. At just fifteen I managed to become the youngest member on KSVU, Konoha's Special Victims Unit. Although mature in mind (and a genius I might add) I was not prepared to see a mutilated corpse on my first day. I remember feeling ashamed by the fact that I screamed like a child, ran out, and vomited all other my boss's car. That little stunt cost me two weeks suspension along with two months of therapy. Slowly over time my emotions seemed to numb with ever case I solved.
"Hey Itachi, you have a guest here. Make it quick." Kakashi, my boss said. He smiled his 'I'm so hot you have to worship' smile. Really I'm surprised I haven't been molested yet by this white haired pervert. I took one last sip from my Greatest Detective mug before meeting my guest. There he stood in a stance that screamed arrogant, cocky, and a bastard. He had dark navy blue hair styled like a ducks behind, dark gray/blue eyes, and pale skin identical to a porcelain dolls.
"Something about him seems familiar" I thought. Once his eyes meet mine I realized how similar we are in appearance that when I knew.
"Hello Itachi I need your help." Typical he hadn't changed one bit even after all these years my little brother is still a bastard. So I answered in the gentlest of ways,
" Go fuck yourself little brother then come back and talk to me." He didn't react or move a single muscle.