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An: So there's a short, kind of violent lemon at the end of the chapter. You have been warned.
The police officers were standing all around the shop-owner's body. It was going into rigor mortis and was rigid, pale and smelt of rotting flesh.
Shikamaru puffed his cigarette, "This is one sick bastard."
"Sasuke Uchiha… He's one twisted puppy," Kiba said.
"We have to get him before anyone else gets hurt," Chouji agreed.
"We have no leads on his whereabouts. He's a demented sociopath but at least he's clever," Shikamaru agreed.
Kiba nodded, "Maybe we should question the wife again."
"Ex-wife, you mean," Chouji said, "She doesn't know anything. He was a relatively sane office worker until a week ago."
"Then he beats a man until he's braindead, kidnaps his only daughter and murders a shopkeeper in cold blood," Shikamaru stated, "I just want to know what makes this cocksucker tick. Why now? Why is he killing all these people now?"
Kiba shrugged, "Maybe he just got bored?"
"But the girl? What's so special about the girl? As far as we know, he hasn't killed her yet. He's just dragging her around with him."
"Maybe he only kills men," Chouji said.
"Maybe…" Kiba said.
"Bonnie and Clyde…" Shikamaru said wistfully.
"Sorry, what did you say?" Kiba asked.
Shikamaru shook his head, "No, it's not possible. She's only fourteen."
"Maybe we should question the therapist again?" Chouji asked.
"He seems to know Sasuke's brain better than we ever will," Kiba agreed, "He's in the squad car. He insisted on coming along."
Shikamaru nodded, "He's our only real lead at the moment."
They all went to the therapist who was leaning against the squad car. He straightened up when he saw them. His bright yellow hair was bright in the sunlight and there were whiskers etched on his cheeks.
"Mr. Uzimaki, I thought I told you to sit inside the car?" Shikamaru scowled.
"And miss all the fun?" he said.
"Your patient has killed two people, Mr. Uzimaki," Shikamaru said with a straight face.
Unfazed, he said, "Call me Naruto, please."
"Fine, Naruto, we have some questions for you."
"Shoot."
"Did you ever diagnose Sasuke with anything? Bipolar disorder? Shizophrenia?" Kiba asked.
Naruto bit his lip, "Ummm…. He did have narcissistic tendencies and anger issues but nothing major that would cause him to go on a killing spree. Yeah, the guy wasn't completely sane but I didn't think he was capable of this."
"Clearly you were wrong," Chouji smiled bitterly.
But Naruto merely shook his head, "No. I stand by what I said. This isn't Sasuke. He's not the one who killed the shop owner."
"You think it was the fourteen year old girl?" Shikamaru asked.
Kiba and Chouji laughed but Naruto and Shikamaru remained silently thoughtful.
"Why?" Shikamaru asked.
"Sasuke isn't so volatile. If he killed someone, we wouldn't know."
Shikamaru frowned, "Everything up to this point suggests that Sasuke is, in fact, extremely volatile."
Naruto shrugged, "I know him better than you do but you don't have to take my word for it."
Kiba laughed, "Great help you've been, therapist,"
He shook his head and stormed off.
"Don't mind him," Shikamaru said, "He just doesn't like these types of cases."
"What type of case is this one?" Naruto asked.
"The type of case where a young girl is in the hands of a dangerous psychopath," Chouji answered.
"Oh," Naruto said and ran his fingers through his golden hair, "Look, I'll try and help any way I can. I know Sasuke. I've been his therapist for years. I mean, I helped him out of depression. He was suicidal."
Shikamaru laughed hollowly, "Honestly, Naruto, I kind of wish he had killed himself. None of these would have happened. No one would have died."
Naruto didn't know the answer to that.
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They were driving. They were always driving. Sometimes, when Sakura felt up to it, they would play games or talk but most of the time she felt ill. She looked scared and shivered constantly like she was going in and out of focus.
"I-I think there's something wrong with me," She said one night when they were driving late. Sasuke hadn't slept in a few days and it took him a moment to realise she had spoken. He gripped her hand.
"There is nothing wrong with you." He said sternly.
She whimpered slightly, "No. There is. Sometimes, there's this voice in my head. It won't be quiet and each day I gets louder, banging against my skull and getting louder and louder. Oh god, its back. It's in my head. You have to get it out. YOU HAVE TO GET IT OUT!"
Sasuke stopped the car suddenly and pulled the girl into his arms. She was sobbing hysterically. She gripped his shirt and buried her face into his chest.
"Sometimes… sometimes I black out and I can't remember what happened. I don't understand. What's happening to me?"
"You're fine. You're absolutely fine. You're more than fine. You're perfect," He said, speaking soothingly like he was singing a lullaby.
"Liar."
Sasuke froze. Sakura looked up at him. She was smiling wickedly and immediately, Sasuke recognised Lolita. She held his face in her hands and ran her thumb across his bottom lip.
"Why are you lying to her?" Lolita asked, "Poor, little baby Sakura? Are you that in love with her?"
"Yes," Sasuke answered simply.
She grinned, "That's right. That's the dynamic of our relationship, isn't it? There's three of us. Me, you and that stupid, little bitch Sakura."
"Don't call her that," Sasuke snapped.
"And what would you do to stop me?" She said and unbuttoned the top of his pants. Sasuke didn't remove his eyes from her.
"I know what's going on here," She said, "I'm not stupid."
"Please, enlighten me," He said as she zipped down his pants.
"There's two of us, in this body. Me and Sakura but the thing is… you love Sakura."
"Yes?" He asked.
"But you want me," She smirked, "That's the main difference between us really. You love Sakura but you lust after me."
"It's true," Sasuke admitted.
Lolita smiled at it then withdrew from him suddenly. She pulled him out of the car and let him push her up against the hood violently. She smiled wickedly.
She kissed him, pulling at his bottom lip. He hands wondered back into his pants and he only parted from her lips to groan.
It was around midnight. There was no one around but there was still something especially arousing about doing it out in the open like they were. Sasuke knew that Lolita was the type of girl who would love to get caught but Sasuke disliked the idea of someone finding him fucking a fourteen year old girl.
But he couldn't stop, not now.
She pulled at his pants and whispered in his ear, "Fuck me like you hate me."
He pushed her against the car, making her bend backwards over the hood. He turned her around and ran his hand up her skirt to grip her silken underwear and pull it off. He smacked the naked flesh, making her cry out in delight and pain. He slid his finger over her clit to make sure she was wet then gripped her hair tightly and took her from behind, plunging in and out of her warmth violently. Lolita held on to the side of the car as she began to cry out.
She slammed her fists on the metal when she came, twice in quick succession. Sasuke pulled out before he came and his seed spilled out over her legs. Just when he thought they were done, Lolita sat on the hood of the car and pulled him into her again. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she left him pound into her until they both came again.
Only then did Lolita lie back on the hood of the car, exhausted and spent.
"You're a dirty whore, Lolita," Sasuke teases, surprisingly kindly. It made Lolita smile.
"Don't tell Sakura," She said, putting a finger to her lips.
ANN: I honestly hope no saw that Naruto would be Sasuke's old therapist coming. Someone asked me if he was an OC or someone in the manga so I thought it would be nice to wrap that whole thing up. Thanks for reading and please review!
