Sasuke held up each picture to a small heat lamp.

The room was completely dark, except for this single beam of light.

He paced back and forth before turning on other small lamps and hanging up each picture side by side.

There were cut outs of newspapers, magazines, print out pictures, similar handwriting and tape that pointed to each of them.

The walls were completely covered with pictures from different periods of time. Some of them were crumbled up, beaten up, ripped and damaged from water or weather.

He ran a had through his hair and spun around.

Quickly he lifted an arm and kicked over a stack of books.

"Aahgg!!!!" He yelled out pulling his hair.

He was frustrated and upset. The number one detective in konoha couldn't even find a simple woman.

Let him explain- when sasuke was a child, he remembered a pink haired woman always bringing him food and playing with him. It was the first time in a long time that he had been happy and smiled after his parents were murdered.

She took care of him until the day that he was 11.

He'd found out later that she had supposedly been hit by a ttuck that was speeding.

The driver had no recollection of hitting her and said he didn't remember anything from the past hour.

That day, the woman had told him that no matter what, he had to stay at home.

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And now, 11 years later, he had seen her again. Nowhere special in particular, she was sitting in a park playing with some little children. When he ran up to talk to her

"Hey!!!"

She disappeared. He remembered the details of her face completely.

Soft and warm green eyes and hair the color of cherry blossoms in the spring, surely he wouldn't find anyone else like her. And that's when he realized he needed to find her and soon too.

He was running on madness at this point.

he had found evert clue, every scrap, every lead that he could and tried to piece them all together.

Where was she from?

Did she have a job? Does she have a home, where does she live? Does she have a family? What about a friend? Anything, something!!! Was she okay? Was she hurt?

He thought of her day and night. From the moment he went to bed he dreamed of her and as soon as he'd wake up he would feel the bed everyday and see if she was sleeping next to him like before. 

Like when he was a child.

But i'm not that little child anymore

Surely, some of his coworkers and friends thought he was insane, some had made interventions and tried to get him to go to the hospital or to a therapist for mental evaluation.

This caused him to shut himself out from the world.

To live in solitary and only come out if he absolutely must.

On this day, this particular spring day of march 28, he thought nothing of the cherry blossoms that had caused him to become entranced and wander from the grocery store without his groceries.

While walking, he stared up at them and zoned out completely until-

"Ouch!!" 

Sasuke paused. He opened his eyes and snapped his head down to look at the owner of the voice he had known so well.

She was much shorter than him. He had realized this because once he saw the top of her pink hair, he began to over analyze.

Small, thin, and...a lovely and modest figure. Pink hair...it's not as long anymore...she's delicate.

"Please watch where your going!!"

"Wait! Shit-"

He grabbed her wrist and wrapped his entire hand around it before pulling her back to him.  

She glared at him before her emerald eyes widened. Soon though, they snapped back to their fierce cover.

"Let me go before you get hurt-"

Sasuke felt a familiar feeling inside of his stomach and took a breath before looking her in the eyes and saying

"Let me take you out for coffee"

She was caught off guard just as much as he had caught himself off guard and before long, he'd dragged her to a table of a coffee shop a few blocks away from where they were and she was surprisingly compliant.

Let the questioning begin.

Kuromisonx