Well this chapter is somewhat of a filler chapter. I want to thank everyone for their support for us Texans, we dodged the bullet when it came to Dean. Dean hit Mexico as a category 2 hurricane, my prayers go out for the people who's lives were lost to it. I have close relatives in Mexico and i'm very thankful none of them got hurt, especially my grandma's sister who lives in a house made completely from mud and straw (no lie). I do apologize for this chapter's length, I've been slacking off, but what can I say I'm trying to be as lazy as I can before school starts since I know that once it starts I'm going to transform myself into a complete nerd.
"Captain Uchiha, Shubaku isn't talking. What do we do?" Genma exited the interrogating room after yet another hour of trying to get Gaara to confess to his crime.
Itachi looked wearily at Genma, running his fingers through his dark raven tresses. He thought after he caught Orochimaru he'd finally be able to relax, but instead his problems only seemed to increase.
"What have the ANBU forensics said about the body? Have they found anything?"
Genma scratched the back of his head, perhaps just as tired of Gaara's silence as Itachi is. "They haven't turned in the report yet, but something tells me this kid killed her. He knows the law too well to say anything, he knows with out evidence we can't do shit to him" he mumbled viciously.
Itachi sighed for the tenth time that day. "Put him back in his cell then, if he refuses to talk we'll just let the evidence to it for him. There's no point in interrogating him any further."
Genma walked back into the dark lit room, almost glaring daggers at Gaara for making this case so difficult.
"Alright Shubaku back to your cell"
Genma walked behind Gaara one hand on his cuffs the other grabbing a fist full of red hair, leading him back to his cell. Gaara growled in annoyance at the brutish treatment Genma was displaying, he quickly led him to his cell removing his hand cuffs until the very end.
The cell itself was rather small, it had a rusty metal framed bed that as probably seen better days, it had mysterious stains on it and creaked tremendously whenever Gaara laid down on it. The stone brick walls were littered with graffiti and the entire place smelled of marijuana and urine.
Gaara sat himself down on the bed recalling the night that Kin was murdered.
She quickly ran off in a frantic sprint, her eyes dilated to an enormous size, like a deer in its final moments. Frightened little doe fleeting off at the sound of the wolf's terrible stench. Foolish creature. Gaara kept up to her though, his steps were slower and steady, they were the opposite of hers, her pace was crazed and fast, her feet stumbled against each other causing her to trip several times. Her long hair flailed wildly in the chase. Gaara noticed that she ran desperately into the neighboring woods just on the outskirts of school grounds. The perfect place for her punishment, no one would be able to hear her.
Gaara's pace quickened to a brisk walk, no point in wasting energy so quickly, the girl will tire out soon enough and once she is tired and too weak to run away that is when retribution will be served. Gaara's angered flared when he remembered seeing Hinata get hurt by this harlot that he was currently tracking down. Hinata didn't deserve such troubles, she's had enough of her own.
But what angered Gaara the most was that he wasn't there to help her, yet again. Nobody ever believed Gaara, he had already killed in the past, who would have ever had enough faith in him to consider that perhaps his wild tales of a girl trapped in a basement were actually true. Guilt was a cruel beast that hunted him down and ravaged his mind, a wicked miserable monster that grew with each moment he shared with Hinata. The least he could do for her is release her from her problems at school, Kin Tsuchi is one of those problems. Therefore she must be taken off the picture.
He followed her deeper into the woods, broken branches littered his path, leading him directly towards her, it was a common tactic used by trackers, simply follow the broken trail and it will surely lead to a broken animal. Suddenly the trail stopped, Gaara looked around himself surveying the area, then he heard strangled cries. His eyes opened wide at the scene playing out in front of him. It could have been a trick of the eyes but Gaara could have sworn he saw someone running towards the direction of the school, and it wasn't Kin. This figure was large, so Gaara concluded it couldn't possibly be another student. But yet again his mind was distracted by hysterical crying, he looked stoic eyed at Kin, she was huddled on the leafy forest floor, her face was covered in blood and her arm was jutting out in an abnormal position. Gaara looked at her with repulsiveness, her face was hideously covered in cuts and bruises, blood dripped like faucet water from every hole she had on her head. Gaara even began to question whether to kill her out of pity, her face will never look the same and her arm was so severed Gaara doubted whether she'd be able to use it. But he found that the pity he had didn't last for long, this is the girl after all that hurt Hinata. Such an insult could never be forgiven in the eyes of Gaara.
So he killed her. It was simple, clean, no blood was splattered anywhere on his person, though the thought did excite him a bit. He did not question who the figure was, beating her to a bloody pulp only made Gaara thankful that she at least suffered terrible physical pain before she died.
He did find it disturbing though, the fact that he killed someone. Even Gaara did not find it reasonable in human nature to enjoy killing. It was simply a necessity, and oddly enough it was tolerable.
That girl asked for death the moment she knocked on Death's door.
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Unfocused eyes opened to blinding white lights, Hinata squinted trying desperately to allow her eyes to adjust to the intensity. She finally opened her eyes only to get hit with the horrid smell of latex gloves, its aroma already began making her nauseous. She sneezed several times before she finally sat up; she surveyed the room with interest. It wasn't her dorm, she was in the hospital. Her brow furrowed into a frown as her predicament finally began sinking in.
She is in a hospital with no way out, banished to a world of white walls and sedatives by her wretched father.
"Well good afternoon Miss Hyuuga."
A doctor with pale blonde hair stepped in, Hinata recognized him at once. This was the same doctor that sedated her when she tried to leave. His steely grey eyes bore into her with a plastic smile, the kind a person forces on themselves so as not to trouble other people. Hinata looked at him with hollow eyes, anger boiled inside her like a parasite, eating her from the inside out. She turned her head in the other direction, burning holes into the wall.
"Don't tell me you're angry now" he cooed, his porcelain face lit up and he tapped his bony fingers against the bed rail with an I'm-innocent-don't-hate-me smirk.
Hinata glared at him and stood up from her bed only to sit back down with a mad blush on her face.
"Where are my c-clothes?" she stuttered, shocked to find herself in a thin gown. She pushed the white hospital blanket against herself, feeling very vulnerable.
The doctor smiled with amusement twinkling in his eyes, he had a Cheshire Cat smile smeared all over his face. "That is the patient's gown. You won't be allowed to wear regular clothing until you are released from the hospital."
Hinata looked at him with wide eyes. "I'm leaving" It was more of a command than a statement. She got up blushing furiously at her article of clothing and stomped off towards the door, she looked at the doctor as if daring him to stop her. He only sat on her bed and scribbled words down on his clipboard, lifting his eyes up when her hand met the cold metal door handle. A smile was spread on his olive hued face as Hinata tried turning the handle only to discover that the door wouldn't budge.
"It's locked" he spoke, bemused at her reaction, still writing little notes on that infuriating clipboard.
Hinata clenched her teeth, she tried with all the will power inside her to not cry, she truly tried. But her tears were more stubborn and her will was dieing with each breath of glove scented air that she took.
"S-sasuke" her lips trembled. "Where's Sasuke?"
The doctor looked at her with curious eyes, all the teasing left and pure curiosity engulfed those steely chards.
"Are you looking for Sasuke Uchiha?" his voice was nonchalant, as if he were trying not to sound inquisitive. The scribbling of his pen stopped, and he looked at her straight in the eye.
Hinata turned towards him with glazed eyes. "Where is he?" She felt cold with out him there, Sasuke was always warm. At times his look could be frigid and his voice could send spears of icicles. But to Hinata he offered the best kind of warmth she wanted.
"Mrs. Hyuuga requested that no visitors be allowed to see you" his voice was professional, the same tone Itachi carried when he was speaking to her. It was a sickening voice to Hinata's ears. As he finished speaking Hinata's stomach churned at the mention of her father's wife. That woman was evil reincarnated; just hearing the word 'Mrs.Hyuuga' made Hinata break out in a frigid cold sweat that pierced her back like fire.
"That woman has no right to keep me here"
Hinata stood there looking at the doctor with milky hollow eyes, her voice was like cracked glass.
"According to these papers she does. Hiashi Hyuuga your biological father approved of your stay here at the hospital, that's all the hospital needs to keep a minor here"
The doctor's steely eyes shifted from the clipboard to her eyes. His pale blonde hair was combed back neatly, he looked at her with curious eyes, as if expecting her to erupt. His body was calm and loose.
"By the way I'm Doctor Hidan. I'm going to be your doctor while you stay here, I don't usually work with live patients but Itachi asked me to be your doctor. He saved me from a couple sticky situations so I owed it to him"
Hinata's ears pricked at the way he drawled the word 'live' he said it strangely and emphasized it.
"What kind of patients do you work with?" she asked suspiciously.
Hidan smiled innocently. "What do you mean?"
"You just said that you don't usually work with live patients. If you don't work with live people then what other kind are there to work with?"
"Oh. That's what you were asking" his smile grew bigger. "Let's see, if I don't work with live patients then of course the only other kind are the dead ones" Hidan burst out in a deep laugh.
"I work as the hospital mortician, when the crazy people here finally croak I take care of their bodies" He beamed at her with prideful eyes.
"If you're a mortician how are you qualified to be my doctor? What was Itachi even thinking?!"
Hidan looked insulted. "I'll have you know you fucking brat that I have a doctor's degree in human psychology and medicine. I'm one of the best doctor's this piece of shit city has to offer. The reason I'm the mortician here is because of my admiration for dead bodies, corpses don't complain or whine, they don't bitch around and they pretty much stay still. It's the live one's that bother me." He looked at her seizing her up and down as if confirming his beliefs.
"After all Death is a beautiful thing, it is the gift Jashin has given to everyone."
"Who is Jashin?" Hinata peered at him inquisitively.
"Jashin is a powerful god who gave mankind the ability to die" gloated Hidan, running bony fingers through his abnormally blonde hair.
Hinata stared at the man with a scrunched up face, she didn't know whether he should be locked up in here instead of her.
There's something weird about him.
"Well I suppose we should start the blood tests. Mrs. Hyuuga gave me a special request for a genetic analysis. Sounds to me like the bitch is in denial about you being Hiashi's kid" Hidan chuckled slightly.
"Blood tests?" Hinata's eyes narrowed, she looked at Hidan with daring eyes.
He looked at her and smiled brightly. "Don't worry. Some of the doctors here can be real fuckers when it comes to these kinds of procedures, but I'm very gentle with my patients, I'll make all these tests as painless as possible. After all it seems like Itachi has some kind of infatuation with you, if I so much as touch a nerve I'm sure he'll be over here to kick my ass the moment he finds out and the last thing I want to do it screw around with Konoha's ANBU captain after all of the stuff he's covered up for me. Now promise me you won't make a run for it and I'll let you walk out of this room without a strait jacket"
Hinata gazed at him with hollow ivory eyes. He looked at her with those strange inquisitive eyes, cold and steely, as if his insides were made of shards and ice.
"Fine"
He opened the door open wide and allowed her to exit the room first, Hinata looked at everything with a sharp eye, it was a long narrow hallway at one end there was a dead end and at the other end the hallway continued into a perpendicular exit, splitting into two hallways.
Maybe that's the way out of here.
Hinata made no move of an attempt to leave, she didn't quite know what a 'straight jacket' was but it didn't sound like something she'd want to encounter. Although there was something strange about her doctor he knew Itachi and Hinata trusted Itachi enough to accept his recommendation for such a strange man to be her doctor.
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The needle Hidan held in his hand was thin and very long. It shimmered against the florescent lights like a crystal.
"Relax your muscles, if you start to tense up you'll be sore for sure."
Hinata couldn't help but tense up though, she felt the needle penetrate her skin and then the strange sensation one would feel when blood leaves their body. Yet before she knew it it was done.
"There all done." He scribbled notes on his clipboard flicking his eyes towards her every now and then.
"Do you mind if I asked you something personal?" his grey eyes looked at her with pure and elemental curiosity. He stopped writing, giving her his complete and utter attention. She felt as if he were looking beyond her eyes, deep into her troubled soul.
"Why do you want to leave this hospital so badly? I know it isn't the happiest place to be in but it's not like there's anything waiting for you on the outside, so why are you so desperate to leave?"
"Listen. After this whole thing passes over I'll promise to take you to one. I know this one beach not that far, it isn't known by a lot of people so you'll be able to fully appreciate it more."
Hinata looked at him with determined eyes. "There is someone I want to see outside. I want to leave this place as soon as I can, he made a promise to me and I plan on making him keep it."
"Oh really, and just who is this guy that's waiting for you?" Hidan raised a brow, tapping his pen against the clipboard in a strange rhythm.
Hinata looked at Hidan with deep milky eyes. "He's Sasuke Uchiha"
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"Captain Uchiha the forensic results have come back. I think you should take a look at this. They found DNA under the victim's finger nail. They match the suspect Gaara Shubaku."
Itachi lifted his weary head and looked at Genma with bloodshot eyes. "Inform the D.A. and set up a court date for Shubaku. With DNA on our side his Suna ass is going straight towards a lethal injection."
Hmmm... Gaara seems to be in a nasty predicament eh, a lot of you guys asked why Hiashi allowed Hinata to be put in a mental hospital, you'll find out in the next chapter and as for Sasuke, well i'll keep him a secret. Oh and for those of you that can guess who the figure is that got to Kin before Gaara you get a cookie. It looks like this (:::) see a cookie. LOL.
Thanks for all the review guys I feel so touched when I read them, you guys rock my socks. (that sounded so corny. tee hee.)
P.S. I was just wondering if anyone has ever read a SasuxHina in which Sasuke is a teacher and Hinata is a student. You see I have a student/teacher romance fetish and i'm simply curious if anyone has found one because I really want to read one, and if there aren't well then I suppose I should write one myself, I'm planning on writing one but i'd rather read someone else's work than my own. If you have read one can you please tell me the title in your review. Thank You.
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