Chapter Three Part Three
Gaara scowled angrily as he ran. How dare that man, he thought furiously, to dream he could lay a hand on Naruto? He’d stood outside, watching their exchange of animated conversation with growing anger, and finally took off. He didn’t come home that night, or the next day either, but he knew his brother was worried about him. It was the next night and he still hadn’t gotten over his anger over the two detectives. The fact that he wasn’t in jail yet didn’t phase him a bit - of course Naruto would lie for him, he was his brother, it was only natural - he skirted down an alley and slowed, abruptly, seeing a woman walking, hurried, in the alley and his instincts kicked in. He half-crouched, melting with the shadows as she neared, her head down, her black hair bouncing with every step. At the last moment he stepped out into the light and she saw him, screamed - once, long and loud - he jumped for her, missed, as she had stepped backward in a movement that saved her life - she screamed again, a long, insistent, high-pitched tone that hurt his ears and he grabbed at her again. This time she ran, still intermittently screaming, and he cursed - she was too loud, too noisy, people would hear - and took off after her, cursing himself for his stupidity, now he would be caught. His outstretched fingers snagged a lock of her hair and his fingers clamped down, emitting a shriek of pain from her, halting her flight for a few precious seconds - but that was all he needed and he swiftly closed in on her, one of his hands reaching for her neck -
And then he heard the police sirens. His fingers had already latched onto her neck, her eyes were bulging, but he knew he wouldn’t have enough time to kill her and grabbed her head, twisting it sharply until there was a loud, satisfying crack and she crumpled in his arms.
He let her drop to the cement with a thud and took off as squad cars roared into the alley, his feet slapping on the pavement. Lights flooded in, locking him in, and someone shouted over a speakerphone: “Police! Halt!” Which of course he didn’t, and risked a glance behind him. The alley was narrow - too narrow for the cars to follow - but one of the more brave officers was following him. He snarled as he realized it was the detective - the girl detective - who had questioned his brother that day and anger filled him, overpowering his senses, and he swung around, out of the light, far enough away. The woman halted, her gun out. “Freeze!” she shouted, and Gaara smiled. It was a malicious, hate filled smile that made her blood run cold.
This is it, Sakura thought as she trained her gun on the very angry man before her. This is the man we’ve been looking for. She knew that the girl he’d tried to kill was dead. She could see it immediately from the way her head was bent, her neck grotesquely twisted. This was no one to be played with lightly. She readjusted her grip on her gun, hoping that Sasuke had enough sense to cover her - she didn’t even think he knew she was gone - but the instant her fingers acquired an uncertain grip on the gun, for that split second as she grasped it firmer, he struck, so fast she almost never saw it coming, and fired her gun at the last possible moment as his hands came at her. Her last vision was that of blood and her last thought was that of satisfaction, that she’d hit him, before his hand smashed into her face, palm upward, driving the bridge of her nose into her brain and she died instantly.
Sasuke - and everyone else at the scene - was startled at the sound of a gunshot and looked for Sakura. When he realized Sakura was gone he bolted, uncaring of the crime scene, down the alley, running wildly down the alley until he saw a body - his heart skipped a beat - and he raised his gun and shot at but missed the retreating figure in the shadows, then knelt by the body and swore. Sakura’s face was awash with blood, her nose grotesquely driven back, and he reached down with trembling fingers to feel her pulse, already knowing what he’d find. He sat back, putting a shaking hand to his mouth, then shouted for a medic and fast, goddammit.
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Chapter notes: *Cries angrily* Nooo! What did I do to my own characters?! Poor little... wait, I can't ruin it for you... but if you're good and review, I'll give you a major lemon in the next chapter... *Laughs evilly* Muahahahahaaaaa!!! But you must review... please? I'm desperate! Luff you all, SBP