A/N: The Sendero Luminoso, or Shining Path, is a real Peruvian gang (and the MS-13 is a real gang based in El Salvador, as Naruto has already explained). The Sendero Luminoso is mostly drug traffickers, and they were active in Peru mostly in the nineties, hence Naruto's young age for dealing the drugs. They're a little bit active nowadays and they have not yet had copycats in America that I know of. Mostly they're in Lima and around the Amazon, in the jungles where coca (cocaine is made from it) and poppy (heroin and other opiates is made from it) plants grow. I do not own these gangs, nor am I member, nor have I ever been and I definitely do not plan on becoming one. I would have put it in last chapter's author notes but I figured I was talking too much. As far as this story's length, I'm still undecided. It might be less than twenty-four chapters, it might be twenty-five. I'll figure it out soon.

-Sasuke-
She has blood all over her, but she survived. The ambulance's sirens scream over us as we speed to the nearest hospital. "Go ahead and talk to her," an EMT nods to me as he speaks. "Do you know who did this to you?" She shakes her head 'no' repeatedly, moaning as tears from her eyes and blood from her forehead stream down her face. "Okay—" She grunts in frustration, shaking her head more and closing her eyes. "You do, but you want to protect them," I supply. This happens all the time. She nods vigorously. The rape exam is difficult for her. Immediately after it begins, she cries out and grabs both of my hands. It seems that she is too traumatized to speak because she answers questions with nonsensical monosyllables. She repeats two in a row for 'no' and one for 'yes'. We carefully arrange for her to visit the precinct to be interviewed in six hours—it is three in the morning. I plan to pay for the rape kit as usual and I wonder if I'll still be able to cover this month's rent. If I didn't do meth for the entire month, this wouldn't be a problem. Damn it. I drop the woman off at the hotel she requested in writing to stay at and sulk my way home. For tonight, I've already gotten high. I won't allow myself a double shot.
As I toss and turn because insomnia has its tongue down my throat as happens every night, I think to myself that maybe I should take up heroin. Doesn't it make people sleepy? I never worked vice. I don't really know about drugs except for meth. My landline rings. Five in the morning. "Uchiha," I mumble. "You said you had insomnia, so…"
"Yeah, it comes with being a—uh, it comes with my work."
"I know how that is," Francisco sighs. I imagine him rubbing his scars. I wonder how he received them. "Do you want to get together again? It uh, might help you sleep afterwards."
"Do you remember where my apartment is?"
"Yeah. I have a pretty good memory. It comes with my work."
"I can empathize."

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