rise and shine, sleeping murder [CLOSED]

[UZUMAKI, NARUTO]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/S9CXo.jpg); padding: 7px; width: 400px, bTable][atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #fafafa; padding: 5px; float: left;][/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 300px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #494949; margin-top: 3px; margin-left: 3px;]words 000 · tags Police guy· notes let's make shit happen[/style][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #494949; padding: 5px; width: 290px; margin-left: 3px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px;]Aqua eyes continued to look down at the lit screen trying desperately to understand what was written upon it. The message just relayed in his head over and over again. At first he was sure that it was some kind of stunt being pulled on him by his dad. Sure it was a little extreme compared to most things he's done, but even then it nagged at the back of his head. Maybe he did realize it was important, but thought to just delude himself so he didn't have to deal with the situation at hand. He began to worry even more when his parents didn't return home after their little time together. His parents had given him some money for pizza and rental movies to keep himself entertained. Their way of saying 'keep your ass seated so we don't come back home with you having done something stupid, again.' So he bought some pizza, and rented a few movies. Let's just say the whole night he was sobbing into his pillow at how Rebecca left John for some other dude with tighter abs and just so much feels right there at that moment. Sighing and knowing that just staring at the message wasn't going to do anything he closed the phone. Not wanting to try calling the phone again. Whatever happened to his dad phone, it was either dead or turned off. There was no dial tone. He gave up after calling for fourteen times in a row in the morning. Stuffing his phone into his jeans, he looks around the kitchen with a sort of hopeless look. The absence of his mother cooking breakfast tugged at his heart. He got a sick feeling in his stomach, but shook his head. There was no reason to get all bent up. His parents were fine. They may have just rented out a hotel or something to have some quality time alone. Or they could be dead in the bottom of a river. He shook his head again before those scenario's began to filter through his head again. If they continued to be missing for twenty-four hours, he was going to call the police to report them missing. Taking his phone out again and checking it to see if anyone had called, he mentally kicked himself for checking so much. He may not wanted to show it, but he really is worried. Suddenly the door bell rang. His head moved towards the source of the noise, his eye brows furrowing in a confused look. Who would be visiting him on a Sunday morning? Slowly walking towards the door to see who it is, he shoves his phone back into his pocket. Smoothing his shirt down and ruffling his hair down so he seems presentable for who ever wanted to see him. He would never have thought that opening the door would change so much. [/style][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 300px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #494949; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 3px; margin-bottom: -3px;]template by john of ote & btn[/style]

[MITSUO, ARATA]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 10px solid #111111; float: left; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 5px;][/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; margin-top: 20px; padding-top: 30px; font-size: 18px; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: -3px;]NEVER FORGET, NEVER REGRET —[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; background-color: #212121; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: arial; width: 450px; padding: 1px;]THAT ISOLATED SHELL OF PROTECTION EXISTS NEVERMORE.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; color: #606060;]WORDS n/a MUSE bleh TAGGED naruto NOTES knocking on your door taking your candie[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; background-color: #f3f3f3; text-align: justify; width: 430px; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 7px solid #111111;]THERE WERE JUST SOME THINGS HE WOULD RATHER NOT DO. This was one of these few things. He hated being the one to always have to knock on someone's door and tell them their relative was dead or someone was missing. Honestly, as a cop in all his years he had seen the worst of people. He had seen what devastation caused in the hearts of the families that were affected. With a deep sigh the blonde police chief rubbed the back of his neck. He had gotten the directions from the Police Station himself and was now driving to the home of Minato Namikaze and the late Kushina Uzumaki. Apparently they had an only son that went to the prep school that the male, Minato had run before well... He still wondered how the police department was going to deal with that problem. The school would need a dean after all. He let out another heavy sigh, somehow he knew he would get pegged with that one too. Without thinking he came up rather quick on the light he was supposed to turn at. With a screeching of tires he spun his wheels to quickly slide into the right turn lane and turn down the correct street. Well, there had almost been a accident waiting to happen. How amusing that would be, the police chief charged with an accident. He could almost laugh at himself. At least he got some fun now before the worst part came. Thankfully, the house wasn't to hard to find and he parked his black Mercedes on the side of the street. With one look at the house and the newspaper in the passenger side seat he slowly turned off the vehicle. Taking a quick breath he grabbed the paper and got out of the car and pocketing the keys in his pocket. He didn't bother with locking it, not really thinking anyone would dare steal from him since everyone seemed to know whose care was whose around here. He quickly walked up the sidewalk before pushing himself to the door and looking at it for a moment. He took a glance at his notes making sure he was at the right place before ringing the door bell. He held the paper slack at his side in his left hand as he waited for the door to open. Soon enough, a young blonde that looked a lot like the dean appeared at the door. "Naruto Uzumaki, I presume?" he asked calmly. He had heard about the boy and a few pranks he had pulled that had gotten him in trouble. He had never had the privilege of meeting him however. His free hand extended in a shake to the boy. " Name is Officer Mitsuo, police chief at the Kyodo Department. I'm afraid I have some bad news for you." he said softly. [/style] [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style]

[UZUMAKI, NARUTO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/S9CXo.jpg); padding: 7px; width: 400px, bTable][atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #fafafa; padding: 5px; float: left;][/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 300px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #494949; margin-top: 3px; margin-left: 3px;]words 000 · tags Police guy· notes let's make shit happen[/style][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #494949; padding: 5px; width: 290px; margin-left: 3px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px;]That sickening feeling jumped back down his throat to his stomach the moment he opened the door. It's never a good thing when you see a police officer at your doorstep. Usually he had the grace of having one escorting him home after an incident, that he would gladly say he never started but felt the need to finish out of pure defense. Seeing the other blond at the door steps made his lower lip quiver. The man didn't have to say anything. His face held all that he needed to know. Of course in the back of his mind he was trying to find excuses for why this officer was at his doorstep, but nothing reasonable could come to mind except what he dreaded most of all. "Ah, yeah. That's me." He said slowly, his eyes set on the man with confusion. He gulped as he waited for the officer to continue talking, his eyes lowering down to see the rolled up newspaper in his hand. Of course his own Sunday newspaper was probably thrown into one of the bushes. The newspaper kid sucked so much at his job, Naruto usually would wait behind one of his bushes to throw water balloons at him to steal his newspaper. He's rather take it by force than have to look for where ever the hell that kid threw it. This time he was too wound up to even do that. He secretly didn't want to look at the newspaper for a reason. Once the police officer said 'bad news' he just knew that something happened to his parents. He stared at the blond for a few seconds, before opening his mouth to say nothing. Then he looked down shaking his head. He was getting so anxious it was killing him. He really didn't like it when people tried to ease into things. It was better if they just out right said it. Keeping his eyes on the ground he spoke up after a minute of silence. "What happened?" He squeezed his eyes shut, he was just hoping that the only news he'd get was that they were in the hospital or something. They got into a car wreck, but they're not dead. Maybe even a little "Surprise! Just kidding, you're parents are okay. They just wanted to prank you." or some kind of shit. The last thing he wanted to hear is that they're not okay. [/style][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 300px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #494949; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 3px; margin-bottom: -3px;]template by john of ote & btn[/style]

[MITSUO, ARATA]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 10px solid #111111; float: left; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 5px;][/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; margin-top: 20px; padding-top: 30px; font-size: 18px; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: -3px;]NEVER FORGET, NEVER REGRET —[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; background-color: #212121; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: arial; width: 450px; padding: 1px;]THAT ISOLATED SHELL OF PROTECTION EXISTS NEVERMORE.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; color: #606060;]WORDS n/a MUSE bleh TAGGED naruto NOTES knocking on your door taking your candie[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; background-color: #f3f3f3; text-align: justify; width: 430px; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 7px solid #111111;]TIMES HAD CHANGED A LOT RECENTLY. He had believed that the times were behind them when people would stoop this low. Not only had they killed they had hung his mother, a detail not in the paper, but something he himself had seen, WITNESSED. It was not a good sight as his department had to pull her down from the tree that she had been hung into bleed to death. That had gotten a trail of blood that they had assumed to be minato, drugged off somewhere. He could only wonder if they too had killed the dean. They most certainly didn't seem the type to prolong things, but they had seemingly taken the dean by force. They had to of wanted something from him to not of killed him there. This led to some questions, questions they HAD to find out. If they were to find this boys father before he was killed. His mind came back to the moment however when blonde met blonde at that doorstep. He didn't know how to approach this, no one ever did, and each person took things differently. Sometimes you had to be slow with answers and others preferred it point blank. It was never easy finding out what person liked what on top of having to give news to the family member that was left to deal with the problem. It was even worse when the family member left was as young as the boy standing in front of him at the moment. His words came with a heavy heart and emotions that he couldn't keep from his eyes. As the boy responded he could tell that he was smart. He picked up on what was happening quickly. He also assumed he had been worrying about them not coming home. The boy looked down almost instantly and he could tell he had picked up on the paper that was present in his right hand. "Would it be okay if i came inside?" he asked quietly. It was normally better to tell when one was inside. The blonde in front of him however seemed to want information quickly instead of being led around blindly. "I have some news about your parents." he said quickly. He knew the boy had deducted as much, but he only said it to make this all the more real. He didn't want the boy collapsing on the door step after all. He'd rather it be in his own home. For his sake.. [/style] [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style]