Sasuke get's a lot of answers out of the long and drug out interview. He learnt that the mark on Kabuto's arm was Orochimaru's gang symbol. He learnt that he was at the church to meet up with another unknown lackey, and Kabuto also knew our parents.

It sounds like a big deal, but it's actually not. Our parents where both police officers, and everybody knew them because of there superb street work and crime solving rate. But i don't care about any of that right now.

I'm craving something else...

I followed Kabuto home after he was forcefully set free. It was a good idea. He led me into the west village, a favourite place of mine to hunt down victims...Kabuto's house is another typical square block, painted dark brown. I watch him go inside, and write his address down in my log book. This address could come in handy, especially if he has links to Orochimaru.

I decide not to kill him...not tonight. He may be a scoundrel, but he hasn't done anything yet to deserve the sharp end of my knife. I drive home, where Sasuke is sure to be on his computer finishing up case file work.

It's dark out by the time i get home. I don't park my car in the driveway, sense Sasuke's black motorcycle has taken up most of the space. After turning off the engine and stuffing Kabuto's address in my pocket, i sense something strange...it's my primal instincts, telling me trouble is about.

I look to my left, then left...nobody...I glance at the few individual cars around me. Something is up, it has to be. I can feel it in my bones...smell it in the air.

"click"

I hear the faintest sound. A gun? No, the sound was to high pitched.

I look in the back seat of my car, nobody is there.

Odd...

I'm about to exit the vehicle, when finally i see the threat. In a black Honda Civic, only a few meters away, is an old man with a camera. I didn't see him before because he is seated in the back, covered in dark clothes so that he blends into his surroundings. If it weren't for my strong instincts, i wouldn't have noticed him at all.

But what the hell is he doing parked in front of my house?

He raises the camera again, points it at my houses window-

"click"

"No fucking way." I mumble under my breath. In the window, you can see my little brother Sasuke on his computer. His back is turned, but you can clearly see the side of his face as he leans against his palm.

Dammit, i told the kid to close the god damn windows for his own protection. What kind of cop is he?

The man takes one more photo, and grins. I think to myself that he might be one of Orochimaru's servants coming after us. But it's impossible for him to know about us so quickly. After all, Kabuto literally got home five minutes ago. I was there. I watched him.

Paedophile

The answer hits me like a blunt object to the head. Usually when i find a new victim, like Kabuto or Orochimaru, I'm happier than a junky on crack. But this is different. This sick fuck is coming after my own kind. My brother. My family.

He's a dead man walking.

I write down his license plate number beside Kabuto's address. Then, i pick up my cell phone and dial our home phone. I watch through the window while Sasuke answers the phone.

"Nii-san? What's up?" I listen to him via the phone and watch him mouth the words through the window at the same time.

"I have some things to finish up at the office." I lie. "I'm going to be home late."

"Huh? ok, sure no problem."

"Save some supper for me alright"

"Sounds good. Don't say out to late."

"I will."

"Ass-hole" He laughs. "See ya later" We hang up, and Sasuke goes back to his computer. I look over at the stalker. He's moved back into the front seat, and drives away. I slide down into my seat while he drives by. Then follow him.

I need to double check that he's a paedophile. A mistake like that isn't tolerable. It's unlikely he's a good person, considering the fact he's stalking my brother. I think to myself that i should take this slowly. Look up his information, plan a kill room, draw out his end. But i don't have any time. Orochimaru's new found presence is more of a nuisance, and a last minute murder will be easy. I have my rubber gloves, my steel cord, and plastic bags. It will be simple.

We reach his house, and i park along side his backyard. Then, i sneak up to the back door, and glance through the window. The first thing the bearded man does is get on is laptop, i can see him plug the Kodak camera into a tiny slot. I pick the lock quietly while he zones out into his own little world.

Silent and swift as death, i creep into his house and glare over his shoulder from within the shadows. He opens up his photo documents, and i watch disgusted while he flips through pictures of children and teens alike. The last ones he looks at are of my brother; and they're not just the photos he took a few seconds ago. There are some of him at the park, driving to work, and at the police station.

Protective instinct takes over, i whirl out my metal rope, and wrap it around his thick neck. He gasps. Drool caresses down his face, and he drops to the floor. I get down onto my knees as to not loose my tight grip. I stare directly into his eyes...My blood is boiling, and my stomach is churning with excitement of the kill. I grin wickedly while he stares at me desperate for air.

"Stalking my little brother was a big mistake." I hiss at him without remorse. "Now you get what's coming to you." His eyes go wide, and i watch joyfully while they fade into oblivion. He's dead, thank god. I feel at ease. Calm. Blissful.

"Guess you made a pretty fatal mistake. To bad." I unhinge my rope from his neck, and drag him into the kitchen. I drop him off onto the table, then pull out a garbage bag. It's very difficult to shove his body into the confounded thing without cutting him up into pieces. Sense i don't have a kill room, i don't have the leaser to leave blood everywhere.

Finally...

The garbage is perfectly round. I had to break a few limbs to stuff him in. But it was worth it, because when i walk out the door and into my vehicle, i seem like a regular civilian taking out the trash.

Now all i have to do is drop his body into the ocean, go home, get a good nights rest; and hunt down that bastard Orochimaru.