"And today's topic is the mysterious decrease of murders in Konoha. Now, what do you think happened?"

"I honestly have no clue what so ever. The pattern is completely random like the last one from ten years ago. But if I had to take a guess perhaps the murderer knew that the police of Konoha are close to solving this mystery."

"News on that, since we're talking about it. Fugaku-sama revealed to us that he appointed Hyuuga Hiashi as lead investigator for this case."

"Really now? The same man who solved the case of the Akai Chishio no Habanero?"

"Hai, the same man."

"Well, it seems now Konoha can rest at ease…for a while."

"Hai, but that doesn't mean that this case leaves the police puzzled. So far, information that has been shared with us is that the murderer doesn't even think when he or she kills. The murder scenes are completely at random!"

"I agree. Now, on to the—"

I turned off the television, watching my own reflection on the black screen. I couldn't quite shake off the shock I have about my own heritage and parents. It was hard to accept the fact that Hinata's father killed them with his own hands. Rage coursed through me and I immediately started the breathing exercises Hinata taught me and I thought of my future with Hinata or picture her hugging me or the feather like kisses she'll leave on my cheek or lips. I sighed as I rest my head on my sofa, my eyes looking at the worn out ceiling.

I heard a knock on the door and I groaned, wanting to be alone. I turned, my eyes closing before I heard the knock again. This time, instead of ignoring it, I moaned loudly and got up, stretching. I walked lazily to the door and opened it slightly.

"Uzumaki Naruto you're a suspect for the recent murders and you are ordered to go to a temporary cell in Konoha's Police Department." I didn't have time to think before two men behind Hiashi came to my side and handcuffed me. My blue eyes bored into white ones and I knew that my destiny has now shifted to dangerous territory.

I was caught.

I leaned back on my chair. Sometime during our ride over here, the police men were told by Hiashi to handcuff me to my front so I can be in a better position; after all I was just a suspect. I scratched my thigh and looked around my surroundings. The room's walls were gray and a lone light hung from the ceiling highlighting the table that was below it. Another metal chair was across from me and I glanced at the dark mirror. I knew someone was behind it but I made no sudden movement. I sighed and ran my hand in my hair. I felt nervous and scared. They didn't even know it but I am the murderer and if one clue that leads this case to me magically shows up, I'm all but screwed. My life in jail would be horrible and the horror of not seeing Hinata again made my stomach churn painfully.

I looked at the floor and sighed. I suppose this was a punishment for killing all of those innocent people only to satisfy my needs. I blinked when the door opened, a solemn looking Hiashi walking in, a folder in his hand. I glared at the floor. I didn't want to seem weak in front of this man. He closed the door and approached me, slamming the file on the table.

"I'll be the one doing the talking and you just listen. You do know about the current killings in Konoha, am I correct?" I nodded. "Well, did you know that the bodies were found in multiple places? Sometimes the body parts of the victims' would be scattered throughout this very city. We thought, well who would do such a thing? So we narrowed it down to past killers, sociopaths, psychopaths, etcetera. The cases of the killers we found never matched the killings we saw. Their patterns never followed the path that this killer has taken. You see, the killers we've researched were experienced. So we narrowed it down more and then we applied what we have found out about this case." He opened the folder and took out multiple photos. I managed to glance at them and I noticed they were photos of the bodies of the victims. I didn't know whether to smile or grimace. During my psychopathic needs, the torture seemed fun and at times boring. But looking at the results of my damage I realized that I left these people in a state of unidentifiable. Some were more gruesome than the others. I felt a pair of eyes looking at me and I looked up to see white eyes staring straight into my soul. "As you can see, this murderer didn't leave any traceable identity. It was harder to identify the victims. Stab wounds, burn marks, physical abuse, broken limbs, the list goes on. When we compared these victims to the other victims killed by the killers we researched there were no match ups, unfortunately. So, we began to brain storm some more." He casually sat on the only available chair.

"Did you know that ten years ago there was also a series amounts of killings, such as these, in Konoha? It was a dark time where any residence had no desire to step out of their house. We decided to connect these two cases." He took out more photos and I vaguely remembered these people when I was ten. "We then compared the victims from back then and the victims from now. We found many similarities so we came to the conclusion that it was the same killer." He took a deep breath before continuing, "One thing we began to notice was the lack of pattern. Every victim was different from the other. After being reported and we found the bodies, the marks were as if the killer was in a hurry. At first the torture was slow and steady but it quickly escalated out of control. We deduced that this killer was inexperience in this kind of area, maybe even impatient. An inexperienced killer…so we took our chances and decided to lower the age of the killer. It was lowered from their twenties to their teens."

"Yeah, yeah, this is all nice and all," I interrupted, "but what's this got to do with me? Why am I a suspect?" I glared while raising my shackled wrists.

Hiashi narrowed his eyes but I paid no attention to. He coughed and began to tap the table. I glanced at his fingers before focusing my attention to him.

"This is where I lead you to our second clue. We tried to retrace this killer's moves but we found it futile." I bit my lip to stop myself from smiling. "But we overlooked this one case…" My eyes widened when he moved some papers away and showed a photo of someone who looked eerily familiar. "This victim was found in an alley way ten years ago. Blood tests showed that he was drunk before departing from this world. His throat was sliced horizontally from a dull blade. No trace what so ever. The killer was never found." He paused and the tapping never ceased. "The thing is, after this body was found that's when a whole bunch of other bodies started showing up and the dark time shadowed over Konoha. So we decided to start from there, ten years ago. The other victims after this drunk was unidentifiable but he, oh no, he we did find out some details. Ever heard of The Shi?" I growled slightly and looked away. "Well, The Shi had a famous leader that went by the name Akai Chishio no Habanero." His voice strained and I glanced up to see his eyes conflicting with different emotions. 'Serves you right, bastard,' I thought. "That drunk used to be a police officer…a police officer in my platoon. We found out that the drunk had a brother who was killed by the Shi's leader." His finger's never stopped their tapping and I gripped my wrists. "So why was that officer, who retired may I add, be out that late at night? What or who was he targeting?" He narrowed his eyes on me and I knew that he figured it out. That drunk targeted me as a way for revenge, vengeance for his brother. The sound of tapping never stopped and I finally snapped.

"Stop it!"

Hiashi cocked an eyebrow. "Impatient aren't we?" I lowered my eyes and it started to sting. He knew. My nails started to dig into my skin and I grinded my teeth. I will not give in. I will not give in. I will not give—

"But I never told you why you are a suspect, right?" He stood up and placed all the paper work and pictures back into the folder. He glanced at me before saying, "You're Kushina's kid. That's why you're here."

I jumped, yelling that the reason he gave out was a poor excuse. So what if my mother was a criminal? That doesn't support anything! I mean, I am the killer but Hiashi doesn't know that. Well, didn't know till a few moment's ago. But then I noted that ever since I started my yelling, Hiashi never flinched. He proceeded on as if there wasn't a teenage kid yelling obscurities and threats. I just came to one conclusion. "How did you know I knew about my mother?" I narrowed my eyes when he sighed.

He dusted off imaginary dust from his uniform and reached into his pocket. He threw an object at me and I caught it with one hand. He already opened the door and was waiting for me to get up. "I found that in my office."

I opened my palm to see my bright orange pen that says "Awesome Uzumaki Naruto".

I paced around the small, cramped cell they locked me in; wrinkling my nose every time a foul smell reached me. I stopped and sighed, a shaky hand ran through my hair and I touched the back of my neck, signifying I'm nervous and anxious. I've never been kept in a cell inside a police department nor do I want to be acquainted with it but jail was so close now that the idea that I could be thrown there is close to becoming possible.

In my past I would've agreed whole heartedly to throw me in, since I'm a coward to even say I did the crimes, and I wouldn't mind but now I had something that I didn't want to give up. Hinata became someone that I could rely on, someone I grew to love more and more with every passing day, every passing second. She takes my breath away, no matter how cliché that sounds, and makes me sway. She doesn't know how deeply I feel for her or how the simple words "I love you" don't justify to what I really feel.

In the past I would've said yes, take me to jail.

But now I'm thinking otherwise.

I squatted down at a corner, feeling the brick wall stab my back. I groaned and looked at the keys that were a few feet away from my cell, my vision swimming into the darkness and back to the light. I narrowed my eyes and decided to put my brain to use. Uzushiogakure, if I remember correctly, was just a few miles outside the Konoha Forest. I studied the landscape many times so I can memorize where the "safe zones" were to kill my victims and lay their corpses there. I never bothered to venture beyond the Konoha boundary but now I had a reason. If I can escape from here and make it to Uzushiogakure, I'll be considered a free man. Even though the task seemed easy, it was more complicated than I thought. I'll have to bypass all the security that surrounds my town. I'm a suspect now so if I escape from here, the authorities will only assume that I left because I was cornered. They'll put my name all over the place and double the police force that lurks in the streets. I'll have to be extra careful.

I'll have to abandon my apartment and be ready to live my life in isolation in Uzushiogakure. My name will become more tainted, if possible. But then here came my main concern: Hinata. She loves me, that much was obvious, and if I leave suddenly without an announcement I can just imagine the devastation she'll receive. I knew that leaving her behind was like asking to cut off my heart and stab it multiple times until I die with pain being the last thing on my mind. I can't leave her but I can't take her. I rather suffer death than let her carry the burden of being a wanted person on her shoulders. I heaved a heavy sigh before getting up.

I stretched my muscles and cracked my shoulders. I relaxed my mind and thought rapidly on how much time I have to escape from here, arrive to my home, grab my necessities, and depart to Uzushiogakure. I glanced at the empty desks that sat in front of my cell. There were three desks with one police officer typing up something in his computer, every once in a while glancing at me before resuming his work. One police officer already left and the last one was checking some paperwork while walking to the door that lay on the other side of the wall. She opened the door, her eyes never leaving the papers, and closed it with the heel of her foot. I had to guess that there were at least five more cops attending the front desk. I cracked my knuckles before displaying a goofy smile. This will be fun; might as well go out with a bang.

"I have to go to the bathroom," I said suddenly, walking closer to the rusted gate.

The officer scoffed and his typing never ceased. "Request denied."

I sighed dramatically and began to pace around the small cell, squeezing my thighs together. "But I really have to go."

The officer's dark eyes landed on me and he leaned back on his chair, cracking his fingers. "No can do kid, you're a suspect to this case. The 'Buraddi Fokkusu'." He went back to typing.

"Wait, wait. The case file I'm a suspect to be is called, 'The Bloody Fox'." I thought about it for a moment before smiling widely. That doesn't sound too bad. I shook my head and resumed my acting. "Oi, I really need to pee!" I whined, banging my forehead on the gate.

I heard the officer sigh. "Look kid, I can't let you go. You'll have to wait till morning."

I sighed. "Well, I guess I got to take a piss here then." I unzipped my pants and unbuckled it. I heard the intake of breath the officer let out and I turned to look at him.

"Don't you dare do it kid! I'm going to be the one who's going to end up cleaning your mess!" The officer looked around before grabbing the keys. "Okay kid. A minute in the restroom and then back in here again, alright?" He opened the gate and I smirked evilly.

"Alright, officer-sama." Once the gate opened, I acted quickly. I grabbed the back of his head and pushed him down to the gate. His forehead crashed against the metal and my knee connected with his stomach. His mouth parted and my knuckles crushed his ribcage. I slammed his mouth shut and watched with delight as blood began to leak out. I dropped him on the floor and quickly hit his side. With a precise hit, I slammed my hand against his side again where his kidney lay, making his eyes roll to the back of his head. Satisfied with the result, I pushed the officer's heavy body into the cell and slammed it shut, locking him in. I zipped up my pants and buckled it in place.

I put the keys inside my pocket and I quickly made my way to the door. I opened it and watched as the officer spit the coffee she was drinking. She dropped the file she was reading and grabbed her gun, cocking it.

"Stay right there!"

I smiled and slowly made my way towards her. "Ano, the officer from the other room let me go to the restroom." I raised my hands. "He just didn't tell me where it was."

"Really? Al-san let you go to the restroom? A suspect?" She looked behind me and frowned.

"Etto, yeah…? Can you tell me where the restroom is?"

She sighed and lowered her gun, a moment of opening and I took it. I ran to her and elbowed her on the jaw. I grabbed her gun and threw it to the other side of the room. I grabbed the swagger stick and swung it to the back of her head, ultimately knocking her out. I grabbed the gun and opened the door, closing it slowly without making a sound. I locked it out of precaution and glanced around. There was a hallway that led to another door and I relied on my luck that this was the way to the front desk and to freedom. I cracked it open slightly and released a breath. There were seven police officers at the front desk. Two were typing away on their computers at the desk; three were lounging around, chatting and drinking water; and the last two were heading my way. I glanced at the gun and cocked it, my index finger resting on the trigger. I took in a shaky breath before opening the door.

I never once used a gun before but I took my chances. The police officers were already taking action when I shot the first pistol. The sound run in my ears, making them pulse out of pain. But it hit its target. The bullet buried itself in the forehead of the first officer closest to me. I ran to the second one and elbowed him on the face, breaking his nose. I placed the gun on his head and shot. I started to smile and I ran to the other, kicking them on the shin with enough force that it snapped in two. She wailed in pain and collapsed on the floor. I turned around and found a gun pointed to me from the rest of the officers.

"Drop the gun," one of them said. Their eyes were determined and fierce.

I glanced at the gun and noted that my hands were already coated with blood. I smiled and pointed the gun at the group.

"Kid, drop the gun and nobody gets hurt."

I smiled and began to whistle. "Did you know that many movies use that exact line? I didn't know I was going to hear it directed at me." I quickly shot all three of them. A bullet hit one officer on the chest. Another bullet hit the other officer on their shoulder and the last person was hit on the forehead. I ran to their sides and shot all three of them on their heads. I glanced back and watched the officer whose leg was snapped trying to crawl away, her face covered in pain. I smiled evilly and reached her side. She glared at me and had the decency to spit. I shot her without any hesitation.

I dropped the gun and ran out of the police station, embracing the darkness that enveloped me.

I blindly threw clothes into a bag, my movements a bit panicky. I ran a hand over my hair and left my room. I glanced at the pictures that hung in my living room and hooked off two. One was when I was younger. It was a group picture with all my friends. I smiled sadly and dropped the frame in my bag. The other was a recent picture. It was a warm day and the sunlight was just perfect. I was carrying a camera, trying to capture every moment with Hinata. The sun was beginning to set and I asked a random pedestrian if they can take a picture with my girlfriend. They quickly agreed and I grabbed a red face Hinata. I placed my arm around her shoulders and smiled widely. Before the stranger took the picture, I whispered to her ear, "Smile so I can capture your beauty forever." She blushed a color pink but nevertheless smiled. It was something that can rival the beauty of the earth.

I carefully placed that on my bag and zipped it up. I placed the strap over my shoulder and took one last look at my lonely apartment. "Sayonara, apartment." I opened the door and closed it, sealing away my terrible memories. I quickly ran down the steps and ran to one last destination before leaving my home town.

I made my way through the abandoned streets and my destination can be seen at the horizon. I slowed my pace and my eyes traced every corner of the house. I sighed and placed my hand on the gate, gazing at the front porch of Hianta's house. I felt the need to open these gates and find her, embrace her tightly as if it was the end of the world—and it was for me—and kiss her with such ferocity that it'll leave her flush and breathless. I would explore her body with the minimal time I have left and leave with a heavy heart, her name being the last thing she'll ever hear.

I snapped out of my daydreams and sighed. I took a few steps back and drew my eyes to a close. I opened them and glanced at the moon that reminds me of Hinata's emotional eyes. "I'll always love you, Hinata," I whispered, the wind whistling lightly. "You'll be the only one I'll see and the only one I'll think about. I love you, Hinata." I rubbed my face and ran to the road that led to the forest.

I saw it after a few miles of non-stop running. I stopped to catch my breath, my hands on my bent knees. I swiped the sweat off my forehead and my eyes glanced up. The large, thick trees loomed over me ominously, their shadows dancing with glee at the prospect of a new victim losing themselves within their domain. Luckily, I brought the map of the terrain before I left my apartment. I glanced back at my town. Their lights twinkled, highlighting the darkness that was the night. The sounds of sirens were heard and I stood to my full height. My eyes lingered on the glowing town before taking a step into the forest.

I ran with control breathing and my heart pounded loudly in my ears. My legs started to burn and the right side of my body began to feel cramped. I licked my chapped lips and quickened my steps. The bottom of my feet began to hurt. I stepped on a rather large rock and I almost fell, my reflexes kicking in, stopping my fall mid-way. I pushed myself more and my eyes were drawn to a fix point ahead of me. I glanced up at the sky and bit my tongue lightly. I made a sharp turn to the left and my running faltered. I took in a deep breath and slowed my running. I breathed through my nose; my heart beat accelerating faster, and exhaled a long sigh. I took out the map and my eyes scanned the location where the cabin where my parents were tragically murdered lay. I re-read the coordinates and folded the map once again, placing it inside my bag. I took off once again, knowing that my time is limited.

Suddenly I heard a twig snap behind me. I stopped immediately and my body tense. My fists clenched and I turned around, prepared to fight. But once I came face to face with the person, it was someone I did not expect.