Chapter 9: Big Night Out
Once inside we made our way to the kitchen were we found Kabuto standing, leaning against the counter in an accusing manner and glaring at Gaara. Apparently he is still not happy about the sleeping arrangements, in all honesty, neither am I. The thought of having to sleep in the same room is scary enough (in an embarrassing way), but the thought that I might have to share the same bed as him, that is absolutely petrifying!
"How was it then?" Kabuto asks as he turns on the coffee pot and we sit down at the table.
"It could have gone better." Gaara murmurs as he rummages through his bag.
"So what happened?" Orochimaru's enthusiastic voice chirps as he sits at the table with us smirking in that all knowing way he always does.
"I gained fangirls..." Gaara groans putting his face into his bag and mumbling death threats into the fabric.
"Ha ha! I thought that might happen!" Orochimaru chuckles. "And what interesting things happened to you today then Nicola?" he asks, turning to me.
"Nothing really." I say shrugging. "Although, I think I might be on his newly appointed fanclub's hit list." I say and another loud grown comes from Gaara who still has his face in his bag.
"Oh, well good luck with that." Orochimaru says.
Kabuto then walks round and hands out a coffee to each of us and then takes a seat next to Orochimaru at the table. I pick up my mug and take a sip as does everyone else, but Gaara who is still sulking with his bag.
"So, got any plans for this evening?" Kabuto finally asks me, breaking the silence.
"Not really," I say shrugging. "I haven't really thought about doing anything."
"Well then," Orochimaru says standing and pulling out his wallet from his back pocket and waving it about in the air. "How about we go out for a fancy dinner and celebrate Gaara surviving his first day in the human world?" he says beaming.
"What? Like, right now?" Kabuto stammers.
"Why not? We can go to the new place in town were all the posh tots go and have some fun! What is it called again? Some sort of animal or something." He says thinking.
"You mean The Lion's Den, the restaurant that just opened and the one that is so hard to get into?" I say blinking.
"That's the one!" Orochimaru says and pulls out four tickets from his wallet. "I have a friend on the inside who got me these last night so go upstairs and make yourselves presentable!"
"What? Sorry but no thanks!" I say standing and backing away.
"Come on Nicola, you have to go." Orochimaru says and puts his hand on my shoulder. "I even went out and got you a present just for the meal."
"No thanks. I'm not wearing a dress." I state firmly.
"Okay then, Kabuto picked it out." Orochimaru says and I look at Kabuto who smiles at me sheepishly.
"I was roped into it, but I think you will like it." He says in embarrassment. "We also got a suit for Gaara."
"I'm not going." Gaara says lifting his head from his bag. "There will be human girls there."
"Don't worry! They won't take a second look at you when you walk in with us." Orochimaru says and smirks. He then whispers something in his ear and he stands up looking at him.
"Seriously?" he says and Orochimaru nods. "Okay, lead the way to the dressing room." He says and I groan.
"Yeah! Let's go!" Orochimaru says and ushers us out of the kitchen.
We walk down past the stairs to the back room and step inside. It is divided down the middle by a thick wooden panel and Kabuto pushes me into the right hand side of it while Gaara is pulled along with Orochimaru and Kabuto into the left hand side. I walk further in and spot the full length mirror on the back wall and hanging on the wall next to it is the dress.
I have to say, I never knew Kabuto had such good taste. It is a black dress with spaghetti straps and has a pattern of white flowers that curl up from the bottom and up the left side of it all the way to the top. It looks as if it will come to just above my knees and below where it is hanging are a pair of small black heals as well as a bag with black leggings inside them which have silver glitter scattered all over them. There is also a stool next to the mirror and on it is a box.
I step over to it and open it up to find a necklace and matching earrings. They are both silver in colour with a red rose pendent on the necklace and a red rose on the stood of each earring with small silver droplets hanging down from them. They were gorgeous!
I smile and quickly change and giggle as I do so. I can hear the three guys arguing, but mostly Gaara telling Kabuto and Orochimaru to get out while he changes. Orochimaru is protesting this as much as he can, teasing the poor boy while Kabuto is trying to get Orochimaru to leave the school boy alone. Eventually I hear the two older men leave and the door to the room closes.
The silence is only broken by the rustling of fabric as I change and I can hear Gaara also begin to get ready. I put on the jewellery and then sit on the stool to put on my shoes. As I just finish them I hear a knock on the wooden panel near the door.
"Hey! Are you ready yet?" I hear Kabuto say from behind the panel.
"Yes." I call back and walk out into the hallway were all three of them are waiting for me.
I walk out to see three very handsome looking men blinking at me in shock it seems. As expected, all three look like film stars when they are done up. Orochimaru and Kabuto both wear plane black blazers, with a white shirt, black tie, black trousers and black shoes. Gaara however looks a bit different. He is wearing a black blazer, but has a red shirt under it which is un-tucked in a casual way, with black trousers, black shoes and no tie. I actually find my face starting to heat up, but manage to keep it down.
"Wow." Orochimaru stammers out.
"You look beautiful Nicola." Kabuto says beaming; you can tell he is proud of himself.
"Thanks." I say smiling.
"Well, shall we go?" Orochimaru says and glances knowingly at Gaara, who does not make any attempt to speak, but just stares at me.
"Yeah, let's go." I say and we walk out the back door were Orochimaru's black mustang is waiting for us.
Orochimaru drives and Kabuto sits next to him in the front, which leaves me and Gaara in an awkward silence on our own in the back. On the way over the two in the front talk casually to one another but it still doesn't help much. Through the whole drive Gaara continues to stare at me and I end up letting my hair (which is down for once in public) fall like a vial to hide from him. But I can still feel his eyes on me.
Once we arrive a doormen opens the door for me and I thank him. Orochimaru then hands him the keys and the doormen takes the car and parks it in the restaurants car park. I feel nervous as we walk to the door and stick close to my boss, my head down as I feel like every eye is on my. Hell, I'm not used to all this attention! But it looks like I'm not the only one with problems. I can see girls giving Gaara the eye and giggling to each other as we walk past. That irritates me.
I feel a cool hand slide into mine and a round of disappointed mumbles follow. I look up to see Gaara's hand in mine. I then leans down to my ear, his breathe sending an unexpected shiver down my spine and making my face heat up.
"Sorry, but I had to make them stop somehow." He whispers in my ear.
"That's okay." I say as we reach the door and are shown to our table.
We sit down, the waiter holding my chair out for me smiling and I thank him. He stutters, face going red before scurrying away. I sigh, great, another fanboy already and I've only just sat down. You would think a lone girl with three men at a table may deter anyone from looking. Actually it's the opposite. Girls glair at me, there eyes trying to burn holes in me through the jealousy of sitting on a table with three good looking men.
I grab the menu and bury my face in it to hide from the stairs. Though as I peek from behind it I see I am not the only one with problems. Gaara is getting his fair share of glairs from men around the room and every waitress who passes tries to accidently touch him. But he manages to ignore them. I don't really like how those girls huddle in the corner, sighing and giggling over him.
Wait! What do I care! If they want to flirt with him let them! There is no way I'm jealous! Impossible. Unthinkable. Unimaginable. He is practically holding me captive by his mere presence. Not only that but he is hanging the possible murders of countless innocence over my head to keep me with him. He is a bastard. I must not forget that. No getting to like him, not even a little.
"Ready to order?" the voice of the blushing waiter from before brings me out of my internal rant.
"I think we are thank you." Orochimaru says and we place our orders of food and drink in turn.
"Okay, the drink will be with you shortly. I'll go get them now." He says and takes our menus.
As he does so his hand brushes mine in a deliberate attempt at contact which I have noticed guys using to flirt with Arisu before. He takes it smiling at me with a look that the fools who are after Arisu tend to have. I think its called lust.
He quietly takes his leave and I dare a glance to look at Gaara who is boring holes into the back of the waiter's head, hands twitching. I bite my lip at this. He did say that he would ask me, but would he really keep that promise?
I look away from him and decide to concentrate on the evening as a whole and not think about the fuming blood sucker sitting next to me. The night goes by quickly as Orochimaru and Kabuto drink with conversation spilling out over the table of which I also contribute to. Gaara remains silent all evening though. Through the food and drinks he does not utter a word nor make a sound.
My boss and his assistant get drunk somehow and almost end up kissing in one of their lustful rants going on. I ask for the bill, pay with Orochimaru's wallet which I pinched from his pocket while he was unconscious on the table after I wacked him round the head, and then get the hell out of there before we cause a scene. I help Kabuto walk to Orochimaru's car round the back of the restaurant while Garra carries Orochimaru's unconscious form on his back, scowling at anything he can lay his eyes on.
When the car shows up Gaara practically tosses Orochimaru into the back seat as I help Kabuto into his. He is already in the driver's seat and waiting for me to get in with the engine running by the time I have Kabuto belted in his seat. I nervously take my seat next to him, shut the door and put my belt on. Then the car speeds off into the night.
"Hey! Slow down!" I say, clutching the leather of my seat.
Gaara ignores me his fists turning white as he clutches the steering wheel. A snarl is still on his face as he stares straight ahead. He is mad. He has been since that waiter took our menus earlier. Why? It's not like the waiter was flirting with him. And he can handle girls, so what's his deal.
Finally we get back and the car screeches to a halt. Then before I can blink Gaara is gone and so are the two lovers in the back seat. My head swings round to see Gaara re-locking the front door then walking back round to the driver's side and get back into the car. He really is fast, faster than anything I have ever seen. I blink at him as he re-starts the engine, not bothering with a seat belt and drives off once more.
"Hey." I say, now concerned. "Where are we going?" I ask.
"To once of my safe houses." He states sighing and running a hand through his hair, seeming to try to control himself a little.
"Why?" I ask, now annoyed at the fact I am once again being lead round by him.
He pulls onto a dirt track and the road becomes bumpy. I bounce up and down in my seat as the car jolts over rocks and holes in the road. I finally see how far we are and am shocked to find that the woods are those I have never been in before. We drove that far? Where the hell are we?
After a few moments Gaara brings the car to a slow stop, parking it on the side of the dirt track, cutting the engine. He is then out and opening the door for me in the blink of an eye. I stare at him as he offers me a hand to help me out the car. I glair at it and unbuckle my seatbelt. I get out of the car, door shutting behind me as I push his hand away.
"Where the fuck are we?" I demand. Now thoroughly pissed off at him.
"A safe house of mine is a few yards that way." He says pointing in the direction of the thick woods beyond. "It's in a deeply wooded area a few miles outside of the town."
I blink at the explanation. We really are so far away? How the hell can he drive that far? And how can he go that fast? He takes my hand and pulls me into the woods, much to my obvious protest. The grip on my wrist seems to be of iron though as no matter how hard I try to pull from it, he just won't let go.
"Don't pull me around!" I snap in protest, jerking my wrist to emphasize the point.
Once again I am met only with his steely silence in return and the vice like grip on my wrist only tightens. Stumble a few times, tripping over dead wood and slipping on damp leaves. Yet the gip on me keeps me upright ad heading forward in an unknown direction of some safe house.
After a few moments the trees diminish into a large rock wall covered in green leafed creeper vines and mosses. I glance around to find we are at the base of a large rocky mountain that stretches up far above the canopy. I don't know any that are this big close to town. Just how far away are we?
Keeping a firm grip on me still Gaara walks up calmly over to the rock and brushes away the greenery so that a clear patch of grey stone is revealed. He then bites into his thumb, blood collecting at the spot. I blink curiously as he smears a line straight down the exposed rock before licking the excess blood off the tip of his thumb.
A grumbling sound comes from behind the rock and the ground trembles. With a groan the rock slides apart down the bloody line Gaara just made. After a moment a small gap forms and the movement stops along with the grumbling protests the stone gave when forced to split apart.
As soon as the movement stops I am being pulled along into the darkness of the rock. I squeak at the sudden tugging and slam my feet into the ground where the wedge either side of the rock gap, bringing me to a stop. It isn't the greatest position and certainly not very lady like. My legs are spread apart so that my feet are pressing into the mountain rock either side of the tunnel. My one arm is outstretched in Gaara's grasp while the other is keeping me upright by bracing against the rock wall.
Finally stopped in his quest to take me somewhere I don't even know, Gaara turns to me. A glair plastered across his face that I can make out even in the dim light that the moon gives of into the shadows of the tunnel.
"What do you think you are doing?" he snaps, obviously irritated at me.
"Getting an answer." I snap back, meeting his glair with one of my own.
"When we get inside I will answer everything you ask." He says. "I promise you."
"Sorry," I say with a snarl. "I have no time to wait seeing as I am stuck between a rock and a bastard. I would like to be able to choose one or the other, yet the thing that can talk isn't putting up a very good persuasion at the moment."
"You do not believe I will keep my promise?" he asks frowning. His glair fades with the confusion and I detect a hint of hurt in the depths of his eyes. Not like I care.
I stop for a moment. It feels like he would, yet I get a very strong sense that I am being dragged here to be hidden and he will then leave. He will leave me without an answer. I don't know where the feeling is coming from, but I believe in trusting my gut feeling, it saves my skin a lot of the time and my sanity most of it.
"No, I don't." I say after a moment of thought.
"I see." He says finally breaking eye contact with me and looking down to the floor. "Fine I shall answer you, but then you must come with me."
"Okay, that's all I want." I say, relieved at finally being let in on it.
"Well, back at there I caught a whiff of something." He says, choosing his words carefully. "I could smell my family and although they know I am staying with Orochimaru, who has earned their trust and respect, they don't know that I'm..." he pauses, trying to find the words to say what he means. "That I'm killing humans because of a human girl. They will know about the murdering, but I don't want them to know the reason for it."
His eyes then look up to meet mine. There is worry, sadness and desperation in them that scares me. He seems to be pleading with me with those enchanting eyes of his. In this moment he seems almost helpless, like a child and I feel my throat tighten at the sight.
"Please." He breathes out. "I need to see them, but you need to hide while I do. So please come with me and stay here until I come back, I promise not to be long. Trust me."
I gulp down the lump in my throat and look at him. For some reason, the promise seems real, one he will keep. I nod and he gives a grateful smile. I stand up properly and walk through the threshold into the shadows. The grip on my wrist loosens, but his hold remains, like he doesn't quite want to let go and he leads me through the darkness down the thin corridor.
It only takes a few minuets before the walls seem to disappear and for a moment my heart beats wildly in fear of what is in the unknown space, filling the darkness. Then I hear a click and flames appear on torches around the circular room. The floor is of stone but the room is surprisingly cosy. There is a small, red rug on the floor in front of a black, two-seater sofa and pushed up against the back all is a black, wooden coffin. On a small, brown dinning table with four matching chairs sits a folded blanket and pillow and just beside the table is a shut wooden door.
Gaara lets go of my wrists and walks over to the shut door and opening it up, gesturing to what is inside.
"This is the bathroom by the way." He then shuts the door. "Feel free to use anything in the room. Sorry, but there isn't any food or anything, but I do have some bottles of water in the fridge." He says, pointing to a small, silver mini fridge that sits on a wooden cabinet on the other side of the room I had failed to notice.
I step into the room and also notice that we had walked through a wooden door into this place. This looks a hell lot more like a safe cave then a safe house, but it is still nice I guess. Gaara then steps over to me and puts a hand on my shoulder, looking deep into my eyes.
"You wont be able to get out once I close the rock up, but please, trust me." He says.
"All right." I say. "Just come back so I can go home."
He nods and takes his hand from my shoulder, walks to the door, then leaves shutting it behind him. I stare at the wood as I listen for the groaning of the rock which soon comes as the hole closes, trapping me within the depths of the mountain.
I let out the breath I didn't realise I was holding and flop onto the sofa face first. I groan into the soft fabric. How did such a pleasant night turn into this? Why does everything go wrong when Gaara is around me? Why the hell do I care?
I move onto my back, my hands folded behind my head and glair up at the ceiling. Why should I care about that bastard? He only causes me trouble, makes fun of me and spoils all my fun. Why do his eyes have to be so deep? Damn them to hell! How could he just look at me and I instantly do as he says? I am not some little girl who needs a knight in shining armour to rescue her from a dragons keep!
I sit up angrily with myself and look down at my black dress which is surprisingly not ripped or dirty. I brush the skirt to dust it off, though no dust comes from it. Really, how is it still clean? I mess with the hem as I think back, and then stop suddenly.
"He called me human." I say, stunned.
I blink, not quite sure how to take it. Should I be angry? Well what right would I have to be? Human is what I am, isn't it? I'm not a werecat; I'm not a werefox, so I must be human. Why does that make me feel sad?
My eyes widen even more as I feel a single warm tear roll down my cheek. I never thought of myself as human. Reality is a bitch. It hurts. I always strived to be like my cousins, like my friends, my family. How could I not realise just how human I was? Staying at home, sleeping during a full moon and preferring cooked meat over raw. It is all so human. I don't understand anything they go through, like I could. Sure I can run, sure I am strong, but so are humans. Humans aren't weak or slow. They are just slower than Shifters (werecats and werefoxes) and not as strong. Just like I am slower and weaker than my family.
I grit my teeth and hunch over holding myself. No wonder I am treated so carefully by everyone. They all know, they have always known. I was blinded by the people around me into forgetting what I was.
"Fuck." I say, though my frustrations remain.
I stand and my gaze fixes on the coffin. A place to hide, from the world, or from myself? I don't know, maybe both. I don't care. I open the lid and gaze down that the red silk that lines the inside of it, there is even a red pillow with a silk cover. It looks so inviting. I climb on into it, not thinking of taking off my heels and shut the lid on myself.
I curl up into myself, my head sinking into the pillow as I lye in the comforting darkness that blankets me. I close my eyes as my mind goes numb to the emotional pain that was surging through me moments ago. A musty scent envelops me as I breathe it in deeply, like a drug it takes me under. I bury my face in the pillow, squirming for more. It smells like nothing I know of, yet it is so familiar. Forests, fresh mountain air, the limitless nature of the wind are the thoughts that come to mind as I breathe it in.
My eyelids start to feel heavy even though they are closed. Sleep calls to me with the promise of comforting dreams where the real world doesn't exist. Where I can be anything I want to and go anywhere I please. Where I can escape my humanity.
I stir in my sleep as I feel an unusual warmth on my cheek. My eyelids flutter open where they are greeted by a lining of red silk. I blink slowly and sleepily, my brain trying to make sense of what I'm seeing.
"Time to get up sleepy head." I hear a familiar male voice chuckle.
The scent around me seems to be stronger where the voice is. I roll my head along with my eyes in the direction of the voice. A pale face flickering in the light of the fire from the torches around the room, crimson hair redder than the fire and eyes so deep you could drown in.
Ding!
My brain just snapped back on and I bolt straight up right, slamming my forehead against his in surprise. The pain shoots through where our heads make contact and I squeak, falling back down rubbing my head where pain is not shooting from the back where it bounced of the wooden bottom of the coffin, and the front.
"Ouch." I hear Gaara say as he rubs his forehead. "What the hell was that for?"
I sit up slowly this time, thankfully he is no longer leaning into the coffin and is standing back from it. I blink away the sleep from my eyes and glance sideways at him. He has changes out of the suit (to the disappointment of a small part of me) and into some ordinary jeans, black trainers and a red t-shirt with the phrase "333 half way to hell" written in a dripping black front across the front of it. The numbers larger above the words underneath them.
"You surprised me." I mumble as I get out of the coffin.
He gives me a look that tells me he isn't very convinced, but lets the subject drop as he walks over to the sofa where a plastic bag sits. He pick it up and pushes it into my arms, keeping his head turned away from me.
"Here, I thought you might like a change of clothes." He says, not looking at me, pink staining his cheeks lightly.
I blink and look down into the bag. A pair of dark jeans, some black trainers and a blue t-shirt with what looks like a white dragon on it are inside the bag. I blink again, not sure how to take this. I don't recognise any of the clothes. I look up at him curiously. He didn't buy them for me did he?
"They're an apology for being so rude to you earlier." He says as he catches my confused look. "So are you going to change into them or what?"
"Oh." I say, blinking out of the initial shock. "Of course I am. Thank you." I say smiling at him, a small blush on my face.
I scurry into the bathroom and change quickly. Taking a moment to clean my teeth with some toothpaste I find in a carbonate above the sink and use my finger to scrub them. I feel a lot cleaner with fresh breathe. Then I come out, the clothes Kabuto bought me folded neatly into the bag.
"So, how did things go with your family?" I ask as he turns to me.
"To put it bluntly," he states shrugging. "I got told off."
I giggle at the mental image of a woman wagging her finger at him, shouting at him as he taps his foot and looks down, like a little kid caught steeling cookies from the jar in the kitchen by his mother.
"It isn't funny." He says, blushing a little. "Temari is really intimidating when she is mad. And she was red faced mad at me. So yes, I got shouted at and she hit me."
"Who's Temari?" I ask, now interested. He never seems to talk about anyone, just refers to his family or his farther.
"Oh." He says and blinks. "She is my older sister. Sorry, I didn't really tell you about my family did I"
I shake my head and sit down on the sofa which he joins me on. It looks like he is about to open up to me. Maybe I can find out more about vampires and maybe even get to know more about him himself. Not like I'm really that interested in him! But I would like to know.
"Okay, so at the moment my adopted dad is off somewhere I don't know where." He starts and I nod for him to continue. "Then there are my two siblings, Temari and my older brother Kankuro. Recently though the family has kind of grown a bit. So now I have a bother and sister-in-law."
"Really?" I say. "Just how old are you siblings?"
"Not very old. Temari is nineteen and Kankuro is eighteen." He says casually.
"And there married already?" I gasp, shocked causing Gaara to chuckle.
"Vampires don't believe in God, but yes, they are the equivalent." He says smirking.
"Which is?" I ask, closing my mouth.
"Mated."
"Mated? That's how Shifters refer to being married as well."
"I know." He says chuckling. "But yes it is a shock that they would find their mates so young."
"Why? Don't vampires date like other people?"
"No." He chuckles. "There can only be one." His gaze on my face softens and get seems more meaningful then before.
"Like soul mates." I ask frowning.
"Yes I suppose." He says, leaning back into the softness of the sofa and looking at the ceiling. "But it goes deeper than that. The person is the only one whom you are compatible with. The only one whom your body and mind can stand to be so close to."
I blink as the oddest question spews out of my mouth before I can hold it back. "So every unmated vampire is a virgin then?"
At this point I mentally die as Gaara bends forward as he bursts into laughter. It is deep and the look of pure amusement on his face is enchanting. He looks so alive, so happy. He takes a moment before sitting up, still smiling.
"Yes, it does." He chuckles again. "Thanks for that."
"For what?"
"Making me laugh, I don't usually laugh. I have never laughed so hard before."
"I guess your welcome then." I say smiling still with a blush of embarrassment on my face.
"So, back on subject, what are your in-laws like?" I ask, feeling more confident with my questioning now that some awkwardness has faded between us.
"Temari's mate is a guy called Shikamaru and Kankuro's mate is a girl called Ino. They are both nice and if they make my siblings happy that's good enough for me. Although, they also have a friend called Choji who is not part of my family. He like a brother to my two in-laws so he sort of just come with the package." He says shrugging.
"So why aren't you with them?" I ask.
"About a year ago everyone settled into the rhythm of family life, but I still felt restless. I needed some space, so I left." He says shrugging again.
"Did you just leave?"
"I told them I was."
"And?"
"And then I left. They know what I'm like. It was better that I did it seems. They all see happy and get on well. I don't want to mess up things when they are going well."
"Do they miss you?"
"Temari said they do, but she also said that she thought I looked happier." He said smiling. "This was after she shouted at me for killing humans and how I'm a bloodthirsty creep though."
"Oh. That bad?"
"I'm surprised it wasn't worse. But its fine now, I'm not killing so they said they are leaving. Although," he says frowning. "I didn't know they where living so close."
"What? They live near here?" I say turning in my seat, now a little worried, though I don't know why.
"Outside the next town over, so far away in human terms, but close in my terms." He says standing. "We should head back and see how those two drunkards are getting on."
I stand and nod. I guess that is all the information that I'm going to get out of him. But as we leave and walk back to Orochimaru's car I can't help but have a small smile on my face. Even though I may not fully understand him, or understand why I want to understand him, I feel as if we are closer. For some reason, this feeling is one I like.
He opens the door for me and is next to me starting the engine by the time my door is shut. I shake my head. That is one thing that I will never get used to. Although, it is cool how he does it, I think he needs a little reminder of who has the leash round here.
"Oh and by the way murderer," I say whacking him over the head. He jerks, not expecting it, then turns to me rubbing his head. "Who ever said I was human?"
I smirk at him widely as he glairs at me, though I know he doesn't mean it. He mumbles 'demon' under his breath and I chuckle at him, eyes sparkling with amusement. He turns from me and begins to drive back, though a lot slower than last time. We even drive on the speed limit!
As we pass the police station I see Kakashi out side of it getting out of his car and walking up the stone steps to the large wooden door. There is a large file in his hand and I can make out the title as 'High School Murders' on the front of it. I can't help but chuckle. If only the poor guy knew that case has already been closed.
Detective Kakashi move over, there is a new law in town and she's not going anywhere!
Oh what a sad day it is *sniff sniff* And thus the case is closed.
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