. I'm sorry I took a break. Hey, High School sucks, ne?
I don't own. If I did, the show would be called Gaara, or Deidara or Itachi or just plain Akatsuki.
Ten Years Later
"This is Kankuro. Do you have the warrant?" The man spoke into the walkie talkie. The device crackled and sent a reply.
"This is Anko. I got it. On my way." It went silent. The man nodded.
"Got it." He murmured to himself. He glanced up at the house he was standing by. It seemed normal enough but looks could be deceiving. His childhood home, for example, hadn't look sinister, just a little run down and it had been the place where his father had made his life hell. He shook his head. One never knew.
A squad car swung around the corner. His partner jumped out of it and greeted him, her black hair in the same messy bun it had been in when she had rescued him.
"Anko, we ready to go in?" He asked brusquely, staring up at the house. She nodded.
"We're ready." She took a step forward and slung a sisterly arm around his shoulders.
"You sure you can do it?" He looked at her.
"What am I here for?" She nodded.
"Then lets go." They stepped forward, she ahead, and knocked on the plain door. The sound echoed through the quiet.
There was no answer.
Anko tried the handle. It was unlocked. Her partner nodded.
"Lets go." She swung open the door and they raced across the threshold into the house where they could just make out the sound of sobbing.
Kankuro reached the door from which the sobbing emanated first and paused to wait for Anko. There was the sound of a fist hitting flesh, a sound recognizable instantly to Kankuro who had grown up with it. He swallowed and pushed the door open.
A man stood in the room with his back to them. His long black hair cascaded down his back in sickly waves. A young boy knelt before him, no older than ten. He was pale, with white blond hair and reddened eyes. His most unique feature was a pair of twin scars on his forehead. All this was lost on Kankuro as the man turned around.
"Who are you? Why are you in my houssssssssssse?" His eyes widened.
Kankuro froze.
"Orochimaru." He hissed. "Still up to your old games?" The man smirked.
"Yesssssss. Thisssss boy issssss much better than you or your brother." Kankuro ground his teeth. "Jealousssss?" The man laughed.
"You're beyond belief." Kankuro growled. "I thought that seeing my father," The word sounded wrung from him, "In prison for sixty to life would have taught you a lesson."
"Well, you have to leave now." The man retorted. "Itssssss not legal. I could have you aresssssssted."
Kankuro scoffed.
"Would we arrest ourselves?" He pointed to his police badge. "I've got the upper hand, Orochimaru."
"Sssssstill not legal, brat." The man snarled. "You need a warrant."
Kankuro paused for a moment to savor this.
Anko slipped across the room, quiet as a snake, to the side of the boy who was looking in fear the two men glaring at each other.
"It's alright, honey." Anko cooed. "I work for the police. We're taking you away from here to somewhere where you'll be safe." The boy widened his eyes.
"R-really?" He whispered. "Are you?" She nodded and patted his head.
"Of course." Her tone stayed kind. "What's your name?" The boy blinked.
"Ki-kimmimaro." He said quietly.
"I'm Anko and the brown haired man is Kankuro." She patted him on the head. "Does anything hurt?"
He nodded.
"My whole body but mainly my arm." Anko glanced down at the obviously broken limb.
"I'm going to wrap that for you." She glanced at her partner.
He nodded to her before turning back to Orochimaru.
"You made a mistake." He said, relishing the words. "Two actually. We do have a warrant. Also, according to the law, police can enter a home where it appears violence is occurring with out a warrant." The man's eyes widened. Kankuro pulled a set of handcuffs from his belt.
"The tables have turned. I'm in the police now, you can't hurt me anymore." He smirked. "Another thing. Temari's going to be prosecuting." The man's eyes narrowed.
"Ssssssscum." He muttered.
Kankuro laughed. "Scum that got free of you." He said. "Hold out your hands." He motioned to the gun at his waist. "I'm armed."
The man sullenly complied. Kankuro clicked the silver bracelets around his wrists.
"Anko? Can you take him? I'm afraid I'll snap and kill him and Temari won't have a chance to prosecute him." Anko nodded and stood up.
"Got it." She tugged roughly on the handcuffs. "Get going."
Kankuro walked toward the boy. He knelt beside him.
"D-do you know him?" The boy's tone left no doubt who he was referring to.
"Yeah. Ten years ago. My dad was like him and he used to be friends with him. We hated him so much." Kankuro helped him up.
"You said your name was Kimmimaro, right?" He nodded.
"Y-yeah." He looked shyly up at Kankuro. "Why did you say 'we'?" Kankuro laughed.
"Me and my brother. He used to hit us both and stuff but mainly my brother. You'll meet him later." He picked up Kimmimaro, noting how little he weighed. "We're taking you to Sakura." The boy tugged on his sleeve.
"Whose Sakura?"
Kankuro smiled. "My sister in law." He carried the quiet boy out of the house and into the police car he had come in as Anko sped off with Orochimaru in the back of her car. She flashed the victory sign at him as she rounded the corner.
"Kankuro? Whose this?" A kind voice asked as he entered the clinic with Kimmimaro in his arms.
"A kid Anko and I found on a raid." He told her. "You'll never guess who we found with him. Orochimaru." The woman hissed.
"That scum?" The woman came into sight as she spoke. She was pretty, with delicate features and brilliant green eyes. Kankuro nodded to her.
"Meet Kimmimaro." He said and handed her the boy. She took him and carried him easily into one of the rooms where a red haired man sat.
"Ino!" She called, raising her voice. "Can you come here?" Moments later a bubbly looking blond came into the room. Kankuro smiled at her. Ino Yamanaka had been at the orphanage for a while after her parents died.
"Yes, Sakura?" She asked.
"Case for you." She gestured to the boy in her arms who peered nervously at her.
Ino nodded, instantly businesslike.
"I'm a doctor, sweetheart." She said as she began examining him.
"How's it going Sakura?" Kankuro asked, as he watched Ino examining Kimmimaro.
"Good." She answered.
'Its been good.' Gaara wrote in his notebook and held it up for his brother to see.
"Good to know." He answered. "Kimmimaro, this is Ino," He gestured to the blond doctor, "Sakura, my sister in law, and Gaara, my brother who I told you about." The boy nodded silently.
The door opened and another blond came in.
'Temari.' The red head greeted her.
"Hey." She said. "Anko called me. Get yourself in trouble, baby bro?" She asked, laughing at Kankuro.
He scowled.
"No. Anko and I went on a raid and found Orochimaru," All the faces turned to disgust, "with Kimmimaro here."
"I see." The woman muttered. "Ino." The doctor looked up. "Have you changed the condition of the patient? I need documentary evidence." The doctor shook her head.
"Nope. Nothing beyond the field dressing Anko put on his broken arm." Temari nodded.
"Good." She shooed the doctor a little away and took a camera from her pocket.
"She's scary like this." Kankuro muttered.
'She's family.' Gaara wrote.
"I know."
Kankuro glanced at his mute younger brother's peaceful face, so different from the was it used to look. He always looked half dead back then. Before he met Sakura.
'It's come full circle.' Gaara wrote. 'Time to tell another person." He leaned forward.
"Sure?" Ino asked.
'Of course.'
"Who are you?" Kimmimaro asked, looking at Temari.
"Temari, I'm a lawyer and I'm Kankuro and Gaara's sister." She smiled. "I'm the one whose going to make sure Orochimaru can never harm you again."
Heh. So I put in Kimmimaro, he's cool. Yes, there will be more. This is probably my longest chapter ever with this story. Be honored.
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