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Sentient Evil

Chapter Three


Found among the papers of Hashirama Senju upon his passing.

Exact date unknown, speculated to be written in either 1934 or 1935.

The new man can into the general store today to buy supplies for the workers constructing his house. He was a pale man and at first I thought that he may have been an albino like my younger brother Tobirama. However as he got closer I realized that this was not the case. His skin, while being incredibly pale, was not the snow white color that albino's seem to share. Instead his skin had the waxy and rather unsettling quality of a corpse that had been prepared for burial.

The man (who introduced himself as Hidan, with no surname given) was, all-in-all, an oddity. He wore clothes that pointed towards wealth and his voice had the cultured and refined tones that seem exclusive to those from old money. (Perhaps that is why Madara took to him so quickly, he has always desired for the Uchiha to one day be known as old money and to become friends with a member of one such family would surely help him along.) Yet as he spoke he littered his speech with words and phrases that even seasoned navy men would be embarrassed to hear.

As he purchased his supplies we made small talk, inquiring as to his past and politely ignoring his uncouth language. As I had expected (and much to Madara's delight) the man was, In fact, from old money. He told us that he was the youngest son of an old money family (he again omitted his surname, I think I may have been the only one who noticed) and thus the least likely to receive any of the substantial inheritance promised to his elder siblings. Well aware of this fact, he had decided to travel the world as a seaman, joining the crew of the 'Kali'. Sometime later word had come to him whilst he was visiting the island nation of Kiri that his family had passed away due to what was speculated to be a gas leak. When he said 'speculated' the faintest of smirks crossed his face and he turned to look at me. I made the mistake of meeting his eyes.

Even now, safely ensconced in my study, I still feel acute unease. A sense of fear so poignant that it seems almost alive, roiling in my gut. I am almost unwilling to write down what I experienced, lest someone reads it and thinks I am losing my mind. But I must write it out or it will stay in my mind, and make sleep impossible.

Looking into the violet eyes of that man, if he is even a man, (I will admit that I have my doubts, as unfounded as they may be) was horrible. I feel that I can only do the sensation a small margin of justice by using metaphor. Looking into his eyes was like looking into a deep well, down into the nigh impenetrable blackness and realizing that something was down there. Something inhuman, demonic in its hate, and horribly aware.


Office of the Fire County Coroner:

DATE and HOUR AUTOPSY PERFORMED:

3/18/2013; 6:30 P.M. by

Mitarashi Anko, M.D.

159 Totsuka Street

Tanzaku, FC 48976

489-420-9333

Observer:

Yuhi Kurenai

Full Autopsy Performed

Summary Report of Autopsy

Coroner's Case #:

2013-613

Name:

Yakushi Kabuto

Date of Birth:

2/28/1990

Age:

23

Race:

White

Sex:

Male

Date of Death:

3/17/2013

Body Identified by:

Orochimaru Sannin, former employer

Case #:

001294-23E-2013

Investigation Agency:

Fire County Police Department.

External Examination:

The autopsy is begun at 6:30 P.M. on March 18, 2013. The body is presented in a black body bag. The victim is wearing a purple high-collared shirt and dark purple pants.

The body is that of a normally developed white male measuring 69.7 inches and weighing 143 pounds, and appearing generally consistent with the stated age of twenty-three years. The eyes are open. The irises are black and corneas are cloudy. The hair is ash grey, straight, and approximately 18 inches in length at the longest point.

Upon the removal of the victim's clothing, the odor of decay intensified. There are no visible wounds or markings.

Internal Examination:

HEAD—CENTRAL NERVOUS SYSTEM: The brain weighs 1,303 grams and within normal limits.

CARDIOVASCULAR SYSTEM: The heart weighs 253 grams, and has a normal size and configuration. No evidence of atherosclerosis is present.

GASTROINTESTINAL SYSTEM: The mucosa and wall of the esophagus are intact and gray-pink, without lesions or injuries. The gastric mucosa is intact and pink without injury. Approximately 125 ml of partially digested semisolid food is found in the stomach. The mucosa of the duodenum, jejunum, ileum, colon and rectum are intact.

URINARY SYSTEM: The kidneys weigh: left, 115 grams; right, 113 grams. The kidneys are anatomic in size, shape and location and are without lesions.

TOXICOLOGY: Sample of right pleural blood and bile are submitted for toxicologic analysis. Stomach contents are saved.

SEROLOGY: A sample of right pleural blood is submitted in the EDTA tube. Routine toxicologic studies were ordered.

LABORATORY DATA

Cerebrospinal fluid culture and sensitivity:

Gram stain: Unremarkable
Culture: No growth after 72 hours

Cerebrospinal fluid bacterial antigens:

Hemophilus influenza B: Negative
Streptococcus pneumoniae: Negative
N. Meningitidis: Negative
Neiserria meningitidis B/E. Coli K1: Negative

Drug Screen Results:

Urine screen {Immunoassay} was NEGATIVE.
Ethanol: 0 gm/dl, Blood (Heart)
Ethanol: 0 gm/dl, Vitreous

Io Butai, P.h.D.

Chief Toxicologist

March 18, 2013

EVIDENCE COLLECTED:

One (1) purple high-collared shirt, size Medium.

One (1) pair dark purple dress pants, size Medium.

One (i) pair circular frame glasses (black).

Samples of Blood (AB), Bile, and Tissue (heart, lung, brain, kidney, liver, spleen).

Eleven (11) autopsy photographs.

One Postmortem CT Scan.

One Postmortem MRI.

OPINION:

Time of death: Body temperature, rigor and liver mortis, and stomach contents approximate the time of death between 1:00 and 3:00 A.M. on 3/18/2013.

Immediate Cause of Death: Unknown

Manner of Death: Natural Causes (?)

Remarks: Ibiki, I know you told me to be more professional in this section but I have no god-damn idea what killed this man. There weren't any external wounds and all of his internals look to be perfectly healthy. The CT and MRI came back and didn't show any abnormalities. It's as if his body, which was perfectly healthy for his age, dropped dead on its own accord.

/ Mitarashi Anko, M.D.

Fire County Coroner's Office

March 19, 2013


March 19th

10:04 A.M.

Kurenai pulled into the parking lot of Chiyo's Market, parked next to a mint green moped, turned off her engine, and stepped out of the car.

Chiyo's Market was a medium sized building with cream colored walls and a red tile roof. Small rectangular windows lined the walls just beneath the roof, presumably to allow natural light to enter the store. The automatic sliding doors were being held open by two bags of dog food.

Kurenai walked through the doors and looked around. The interior of the store was set up in traditional grocery store style, with the back wall being lined by a freezer (for things like milk, beer, cheese, etc.) and having metal aisles running perpendicular to it. There were two check-out aisles near the front of the store. The aisle underneath the large #1 sign hanging from the ceiling had a CLOSED sign resting on its bring-to belt. An apathetic looking red-head was reclined in the chair that took up most of the space in the cashier's alcove. He smoking a cigarette despite the 'NO SMOKING' sign tacked to the side of his register. Aisle #2 was manned by a large man with shoulder length hair and stitch-like tattoos covering the majority of his exposed skin, including his face. He was counting the money in his register with practiced movements.

Kurenai walked over to the red-head, "Hello, I'd like to talk to Fu Chomei, is she working today?"

The red-head looked at her with bored brown eyes, "She's on the clock, come back later." He ashed his cigarette carelessly onto the tile floor.

Kurenai smiled slightly to hide her annoyance. She pulled her badge from her coat pocket and showed it to him, "I'm Special Detective Kurenai Yuhi. I need to talk to Ms. Chomei as part of an on-going criminal investigation."

The red-head's expression didn't change and he showed no outward reaction to the news that a detective needed to talk to one of his co-workers. Without taking his eyes off Kurenai he grabbed the walkie-talkie from where it was hanging underneath the counter and depressed the button, *khuu* "Fu, cop at the cash registers wants to talk to you." *khuu*

There was a moment's pause.

*khuu*"Uh, come again Sasori? I don't think I heard you right the first time." *khuu*

Sasori sighed and rolled his eyes, *khuu*"There's a cop for you at the registers. Get up here, now." *khuu*

It took about five minutes for a nervous looking girl with mint green hair to arrive at the registers. She smiled nervously at Kurenai, who returned the smile soothingly.

"Hi Fu, I'm Kurenai Yuhi. I'm working on the Kyuubi investigation, would it be alright if I asked you a couple questions?"

"U-uh, okay…sure."

"Don't take too long Fu. Your shift just started, we're not paying you for work you don't do." The man at aisle #2 had looked up from counting money and was glaring at Fu with incredibly bloodshot green eyes.

"Oh shut up Kakuzu," Fu snapped, returning the glare with equal ferocity, "Grandma Akasuna might use you for financial advice but we both know you can't do a damn thing to my paycheck."

Kakuzu's eyes flashed angrily and he opened his mouth to retort but Sasori cut him off, "Time is money Kakuzu. Get back to work."

Kakuzu snarled wordlessly and whipped around, stalking away down an aisle.

"God Sasori, Kakuzu is such a dick! Couldn't you do something about him? I mean, you're the assistant manager after all."

Sasori looked at Fu for a moment before leaning back in his chair, "I suppose I could do something about it."

"…you're not gonna do anything are you?"

"No."

"Damn."


Kurenai climbed into her car twenty minutes later, frustrated by how little she had learned. Fu, despite being closer to Kyuubi, was unable to shed any light on what might have caused the boy's psychotic snap. However the interview hadn't been a complete waste of time. She did mention that Kyuubi had kept a journal hidden under a loose floorboard underneath his bed. She also suggested that Kurenai drive down to FC General to talk to Naruto, seeing as he had been closer to Kyuubi than anyone.

She glanced at the time.

10:31 A.M.

'Good, I have plenty of time; I can get both of those things taken care of today.'

She pulled her car out of the parking lot, put it into drive, and headed towards the now vacant Uzumaki house.


A/N: and that's chapter three. Um, I want to apologize if the autopsy report is done incorrectly or any of the medical terms are used incorrectly. I'm not a doctor, and I essentially no medical knowledge, I just used a template that I found on the interwebs.

Secondly, I'd like to announce that I've started a new story called When One Jinchuuriki Raises Another and it's a Utakata/Naruto mentor fic.

Here's the summary:

After his master's betrayal Utakata fled to Konoha, hoping to hide in plain sight as a civilian. He had no idea how he ended up working in a ramen shop and rooming with a hyper-active blonde boy.

Anywho, reviews would be much appreciated.

Have a nice whatever time it may be,

Pathetic-really.