Chapter 28

Going Under


"Obito."

"Shisui, this is a contained crime scene only authorized personnel allowed...and last time I checked you are not a member of the Uchiha Police Force," Obito remarked as he positioned himself in front of penthouse suite 3707. Yellow police tape blocked off the door.

Shisui flipped his palms up and shrugged speaking lightly, "Ah...come on Obito. We both know why I'm here. This isn't your run of the mill cops and robbers bullshit this is a potential child prostitution ring that may or may not involve the Hokage's kid."

"Prostitution is under our jurisdiction," Obito spoke coldly, and folded his arms over his chest, showing no indication he was going to allow Shisui entrance into the suite.

"The Hokage's son is under mine," Shisui replied his voice dropping low.

"And he currently isn't here. He's at the hospital so maybe your time would be better spent at the hospital than here obstructing a police investigation," Obito answered.

The two stared each other down neither blinking. It was then when Itachi walked down the hotel corridor carrying a white envelope with a red dipped wax seal, and held out the envelope for Obito. Trailing behind Itachi were five other Anbu members. Itachi stood besides Shisui and stared emotionless at Obito.

"Itachi," Obito greeted dryly as he took the envelope.

"The Uchiha police are being relieved of their services...the Anbu will be handling the investigation starting now. Executive orders from Yondaime Namikaze," Itachi explained. Shisui beamed triumphantly. Obito tore the envelope open and began reading the sheets of paper, crushing the paper in his hand, he stepped aside to allow Shisui entrance.

"We'll leave now...but I assure you the Uchiha Police will be on this investigation until the end. I won't allow you to make all of this disappear, Shisui." Obito remarked coldly.

Once inside Shisui shifted his eyes around the suite as he carefully moved around trying to dissect the crime scene into an accurate timeline of events. The last police officer left the suite leaving just the Anbu members.

The majority of the night's events took place in the bedroom and the kitchen as evidence by the blood and disarray of each room. Shisui followed the trail of blood droplets to the kitchen, and Itachi followed the trail to the bedroom.

Shisui stood in the kitchen the furniture was knocked over. Shisui eyes moved over the bench and the table of the breakfast nook. The table was flipped upside down, and the bench was knocked to its side.

There was a vibrating sound coming from somewhere in the room. There was a pool of liquid crimson around the bench, and droplets of blood trailed to behind the kitchen granite island where another circle of liquid crimson was found. There was a mobile phone in the blood. The phone kept lighting up and vibrating.

It was there that Shisui pictured Naruto slumped up against the kitchen island with the phone pressed to his ear as he spoke to Shisui on the phone. Shisui's eyes trailed to a bullet lodged in the kitchen floor tile, and another bullet that shattered through the wooden cabinets. Shisui imagined Naruto dropping the phone as he scrambled to get away from whoever was holding the gun.

He crouched low and looked at the name that flashed across the screen of the incoming call... Sasuke. Arial bold.

"Shisui," Itachi spoke from the doorway. Shisui straightened up, appearing from behind the kitchen island. Itachi was carrying a camcorder. "What's on it?" Shisui asked as he began walking towards Itachi.

"Nothing." Shisui tilted his head to the side wanting an explanation.

Itachi continued deadpan, "Either somebody wiped it clean before the police arrived...or one of the police officers tampered with it. The possibility that whatever was on the camcorder is with the police is a high probability, and we must act with that in mind." Shisui stopped moving, brought his hands to his hips, and exhaled loudly.

Another Anbu member appeared behind Itachi, red and white kitsune mask covering her face, long brunette hair pulled back into a ponytail. She was carrying a manilla folder and flipped it open, "Three minors were removed. Two went to the hospital, and one was escorted to the police station."

"Who was taken to the police station?" Shisui asked.

"Yuki Haku." She answered. Shisui nodded his head.

"Shisui...the other minor who went to the hospital was identified...," She trailed off hesitantly. Her eyes scanned over the handwritten notes before looking back up at Shisui who raised his eyebrows in anticipation.

"Sarutobi Konohamaru."

Shisui dropped his head and ran a hand through his hair. He was beginning to strategize how to go about spinning things when the information was inevitably leaked to the media.

"Is that..." the anonymous female Anbu member spoke noticing the lifeless corpse that was laying prostrate on the kitchen floor.

"Momochi Zabuza," Itachi answered as he looked at the familiar face...well what was left of it. The right side near the eye socket was blown apart, blackened burnt flesh, shattered bones with eyeball and brain matter oozing out the bullet hole. He was shot at point-blank range Itachi didn't need ballistics to tell him that.

"What is the probability of keeping Uzumaki's name out of the media?" Shisui asked as he leaned up against the kitchen island, resting his elbows on the smooth black granite.

"Less than twenty percent now that the Sandaime's grandson is involved," Itachi answered.

"It was rhetoric, Itachi."

"What do you want us to do?" the female Anbu member asked closing the manilla folder.

"Embrace for impact." Shisui answered as he kicked off the kitchen island. "Itachi, I want you to pick up the brat in police custody." Itachi turned on his heels and left the kitchen. Shisui walked up besides the female Anbu member, rested a hand on her shoulder and whispered into her ear, "Follow him."

She bowed her head and left Shisui alone in the kitchen. The vibrating noise erupted from behind the kitchen island. Shisui walked up to the mobile phone, picked it up, looked at Sasuke's name that illuminated on the screen, and finally turned the phone off before dropping it back down in the pool of blood.


"Sasuke!" Sakura shouted from across the courtyard as Sasuke exited the Mary Walker Health Clinic. Sasuke had a prescription bottle of antibiotics in his pocket. His mind was full. The blood results came back. The nurse had taken blood and sent it to the laboratory when Sasuke was brought in Thursday after he had fainted. An STD panel was protocol, the nurse said on the phone. Sasuke was diagnosed with syphilis, and he needed to pick up his prescription.

From the quiver in Sakura's voice Sasuke knew she had information regarding Naruto. The blonde once again didn't return home last night, and it has been over twenty hours since Sasuke last spoken to him on the phone. Sakura was dressed in street clothes and ran up to Sasuke who descended the stairs. Sasuke wanted to confront Naruto to demand how the fuck he contracted syphilis. Needing an explanation.

"What did you find out?" Sasuke asked and Sakura held out her phone horizontally to a video of a news report. Sasuke read the BREAKING NEWS banner: Uzumaki Naruto involved in prostitution ring. Sasuke hit the play button with his thumb as he held the phone delicately in both hands.

"This just in Uzumaki Naruto, son of the Yondaime, and Sarutobi Konohamaru, grandson to the Sandaime, were both found in critical condition at the Twin Trees penthouse suite following a 911 call, placed allegedly by Uzumaki Naruto himself. Sources say the alleged 911 call implicated Momochi Zabuza and Biwa Juzo behind the prostitution ring, and when emergency dispatchers arrived both Uzumaki and Sarutobi were found in critical condition. Uzumaki suffered gunshot wounds, and Sarutobi suffered severe lacerations to his throat. Sources from the Uchiha Police mention similar lacerations were found on the unsolved murders of fourteen year old Kazamatsuri Moegi, whose body was found at the Chihiro Bus Stop and fifteen year old Ise Udon whose body was found at the bus stop on Konoha Preparatory Campus. The medical examiner documented significant ongoing sexual trauma on both of their bodies. It is currently alleged that Uzumaki and Sarutobi were involved in the same prostitution ring as Kazamatsuri and Ise. Again...this story is currently developing..."

Sasuke let go of the phone and it bounced off the concrete. His vision blurred and shrank until he was staring at the world through pinpricks binoculars. He felt heat rise to his cheeks and his stomach churned.

The reporter's words echoed in his skull, before sliding down his esophagus and ricocheting against his rib cage, and finally settling into his stomach. The bad combination of reality mixing with stomach acid caused him to bend over and empty the contents of his stomach onto the concrete by the stairs that lead to the Mary Walker health clinic. The clinic where Sasuke received a prescription bottle of antibiotics for the syphilis he contracted.

"Sasuke!" Sakura cried as she grabbed hold of Sasuke's arms as he steadied himself. "Why didn't he tell us...Why didn't Naruto tells us?"

"I DON'T KNOW!" Sasuke screamed as he jerked away from Sakura and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He didn't want to be touched by anybody. Naruto was a prostitute fucking people for money? Naruto had contracted syphilis and fucking gave it to Sasuke.

"You don't think...he wanted to...?" Sakura continued unnerved, and it caused Sasuke's eyes to widen. The world that was once blurry and spinning solidified again. "What? Of course not!" Sasuke hissed. Right?

"I mean...he's the Hokage's son...certainly after the first time all he had to do was report it to stop it. But he didn't. He kept doing it...Naruto has changed Sasuke. I don't know who he is anymore, but I do know he isn't the same Naruto from middle school, and I don't think he'll ever be the same again," Sakura spoke as she scooped up her phone from the ground.

"You can't possibly believe that…" Sasuke said disgustedly as he glared at Sakura. It wasn't far fetched. There was truth to Sakura's words. What was the truth except something tangible. Burning a hole in Sasuke's pocket was a prescription bottle that was tangible.

"He could have told us what was going on. He didn't. He also lied to us...he was still seeing Haku," Sakura spoke coldly. "Maybe this is the best for Naruto...he can finally get the help he needs."

"And what does he need?" Sasuke asked.

"Fucking therapy, Sasuke! He's a drug addicted prostitute!" Sakura screamed. "Naruto didn't care about you...he didn't care about me...he didn't care about Shikamaru...and he doesn't even care about his father, all he cares about is himself!"

Sasuke began walking away, ignoring Sakura, and moving towards the asphalt path that lead to the library. He needed to confront Naruto. Needed the blonde to tell him, to his face, how many guys he was with...needed Naruto to tell Sasuke why he gave him a sexually transmitted fucking disease.

Sakura realizing he was going to attempt to visit Naruto and she ran up besides him, "You think they'll let you visit him? You don't think I tried when he was in the car accident?"


"Congratulations...you have syphilis." Tsunade spoke and straddled the chair at the foot of Naruto's hospital gurney.

The bullet went clean through Naruto's shoulder missing any major artery. Recovery was going to be slow and painful and he would need to do physical therapy to regain full control of his right arm again. He had surgery to repair the damage, reconnected blood vessels and nerves, and given a blood transfusion to replenish the blood he had lost. Tsunade stitched him back up almost like new again.

Naruto had his shoulder wrapped in bandages, and fitted to a black sling. Tsunade had refused to give him anything stronger than an 800 milligram ibuprofen, and it put him in a fowl mood. Pain pulsated around his shoulder and shot pain up and down his arm, and a burning raw pain pulsated from his asshole, making it the only thing that occupied his mind. The pain, and the fact that his left hand was handcuffed to the railing on the hospital gurney.

"What did you say?" Naruto asked jutting upwards. He didn't have any symptoms unless his sore ass every time he took a shit, but he thought he just had hemorrhoids.

"Relax...it's still stage 1 and easily curable. I already began the antibiotics in your IV," Tsunade continued with a shrug of her shoulder. Naruto's eyes went to the IV in his left hand, and his eyes fell to the ligature marks around his wrist. The skin went from a raw red to a purplish blue that wrapped around like a bracelet.

"Fucking perfect!" Naruto screamed throwing himself back down on the gurney. Naruto screamed an inaudible guttural scream. Kicked his legs up and down, yanked his wrist so that it banged against the handcuffs, and slammed his head against the pillow. Naruto kept screaming until he couldn't anymore, and then he remained silent.

There was a knock at the door and coming into the room was Detective Uchiha Fugaku and Detective Uchiha Obito. Tsunade grabbed the remote that controlled the bed settings, and pushed a button that caused the top half of the gurney to rise to a 90 degree angle. She remained seated in the chair as she spoke, "Good morning, detectives. Naruto is lucid and able to answer your questions. Come in."

"And what about Sarutobi Konohamaru?" Obito asked as he grabbed a spiral ringed notebook and flipped it open.

"Still in a medically induced coma. He suffered a hemorrhagic stroke," Tsunade replied curtly. Naruto swallowed and turned away. He should have killed Juzo.

Both detectives walked to the side of the gurney. Obito looked down at the silver handcuffs that fastened around Naruto's wrist.

"I already told you everything," Naruto snarled. "...and you fucking put handcuffs on me. I'm not saying anything else. Go eat shit!"

"The only thing you told us was you shot and killed Momochi Zabuza, but you didn't tell us why or anything else that happened that night," Obito replied, "So we put you under arrest for the murder of Momochi Zabuza."

The reason was because Zabuza allowed Juzo to take Konohamaru into the bedroom with the camcorder. The reason was because Haku told Naruto he was going to leave Konohamaru alone if he just came back...if he just came back to the Twin Leaves hotel. And he fucking lied. Naruto did it because Zabuza had absolute control over Haku. He did it because Zabuza told Haku to shoot Naruto and he did. Naruto had to do it because it was the only way it was going to stop.

"Did you catch Juzo?" Naruto asked and watched as Obito exchanged glances with Fugaku.

"Arrest him and I'll tell you everything!" Naruto screamed. "What more do you need? I already told you where the house was located! Near the Chihiro Train Station! Go do your fucking job!" Naruto was beginning to think that every adult in this shit hole city was completely and utterly useless.

"If you don't cooperate we'll be forced to take you into police custody," Obito responded sternly. "Are you threatening my patient detective?" Tsunade asked haughtily as she stood up. She was the only doctor Naruto saw who wore high heels, and more intimidating than any police officer.

"Naruto!" A desperate familiar voice came from the doorway. Naruto turned his head to see Minato dressed in the white cloak with red flames around the hem, and he was running towards him.

"Dad?" Naruto asked as Minato wrapped his arms around Naruto and pulled him to his chest.