"Now. Shall we begin?"

Officer Kisame asked as he showed off his joker smile, his teeth nice and pointy, with a mixture of off-white and yellow.

I observed the room a second time, noticing the dried streaks of blood, dents, and scratches on some parts of the wall. The blood was faint, as if they tried their absolute hardest to get rid of it.

'It looks like they had to get a little rough sometimes.' I said inwardly to myself, feeling my body shake.

"Don't worry.. I'll make this quick."

Although he said that, I just knew there was going to be nothing quick about this.

I stared into his judging eyes, telling me that he didn't trust me, as if he know that he's looking the culprit straight in the face.

As if he knew I was the killer.

I looked away from his gazing eyes. I couldn't look at them.

"You know, eye contact is a big part of being questioned." Then he leaned his body closer, hovering over the table, then whispered, "I can smell your lies." my eyes widen in fear. Then he sat back down in his seat with his sickening innocent smile.

I became even more nervous, terrified even.

But then I realized..

This was his job. He's suppose to scare people in order to get his information. He's trying to intimidate me.

Well I can say, they picked the perfect person for this job.

The judgy eyes, the messy and wild hair, to give off the "I don't care" attitude, the sinister and sickening look on his face. Yes, there was no doubt that he was the perfect man for this job.

'Stay calm Hinata.' I told myself.

"Where were you the night Yurio Nagatomi died?"

I knew this was a trick question, because they knew I was there, but I bet he was just trying to catch me in a lie.

"I was there, where the crime happened."

"Why?"

I knew that I couldn't screw up this question. It has to sound both reasonable and located in the direction I was headed.

I paused for a few seconds, knowing that no time can be wasted when being interrogated.
His eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"I was going to the library."

He stared at me, then the corner of his lip itched, growing wider every second.

He caught his suspect in a lie.

My hands were seated perfectly on my lap, but they started to quiver and shake.

"The library? At nine o' clock at night? Wasn't it closed by then?" he asked with a suspecting gaze, and a lifted eyebrow.

"I was returning a book, and last time I checked, you can return a book at any time." I countered.

His devious smirk faded, but he didn't seem like he was giving up anytime soon.

"So you were returning a book." he slipped his hand in his pocket, and my body tensed at his sudden action, but all he did was pull out a picture.

My eyes widened. 'It's the picture of me Hanabi mentioned before.'

"If you look real closely," he continued as he put his index finger on the picture where my side was faced clearly visible. "you could see that you are holding something within your pocket.. It could be a book, a wallet, or a gun perhaps. But it could be anything." he suggested, but my heart stopped when he put emphasis on the word gun.

"What are you implying? That I killed him?"

"No..Not at all, but someone did. All I want to know, is what was in your pockets?.."

"It was the book." I said as I glared hard into his eyes.

"But you are headed in the direction opposite of the library. What changed your mind?"

His smirk became even more visible than before when he saw me struggling to speak up.

'Fuck.'

"When I heard the gunshots." I spouted out quickly, the sudden rush in my tone making me cringe slightly.

"Oh? So you were headed towards the library at about nine to ten o' clock at night, to return a book? Then when you heard the gunshots, you scurried away. Why don't I seem to believe that, or you for that matter?"

"Um-"

Then the door burst open, and someone walked in casually, leaving the door wide open.

"Okay, we're done here." said a guy in a business suit.

I took a closer look and my eyes widen in pure shock.

"Shikamaru?" I asked.

He looked at me, and when he did, I realized that it wasn't him. His defined features signified of a much more mature and older male.

"I'm Shikamaru's father, and also your lawyer."

I trembled in my seat.. Did Naruto break his promise to me? Did he tell everyone and then had Shikamaru tell his father about my situation.

"My client will not sit here and be accused of a murder, if you have anything proven against her, you can see us in court, but for right now she has the right to leave, as your questions are irrelevant to her, since she told you all that she knows."

Officer Kisame glared at him, then at me, as if telling us with his eyes that this isn't over yet. Then he gave his sickening sweet smile again.

"Fine. She can go."

"Let's go Hinata." he said, and I quickly followed.

"Um.. M-Mr. Nara?"

"You can call me Shikaku. I bet you're wondering why I'm here, correct?"

I nodded as I waited for his answer.

"Well-"

"I called him Hinata." Neji interjected.

"What?"

The three of us were now walking together, and talking.

"Yes. You see, I have been a lawyer to your family for a while now. It first started when your mother called me for a divorce case against Hiashi Hyuga."

"What!!" I yelled in shock, the majority of the officers staring and glaring at me for disturbing their work.

"Why did she want to call for a divorce?" Neji asked curiously.

"Hiashi was an abusive husband."

The thought made me furious.

"You weren't born at the time, but she quickly called it off a few days before the court date because one: supposedly your father wanted to change, and make up for his actions, and two: she found out that she was pregnant with you. She didn't want you to go through the experience of not having a father around."

'I wish I had.'

We kept walking, past the front desk and out the doors.

"Another time, was when Hiashi himself called me in. He had a trail against Fugaku Uchiha, for going against his business contract with the Uchihas. Your father had somewhat won the case, but not really. He was to give half of what his business made within that year to them."

"The selfish bastard." I mumbled. We walked in the morning rays, the sun's warm sunlight calming my nerves. We stopped at a small café and sat in one of the tables that were outside of the building.

"Another was filed against him almost instantly after the Hiashi/Fugaku case. That time, it was with Tenko. She wanted to close down Hiashi's business, claiming that he was too selfish, and decreasing everyone's paychecks, but sadly she lost the case; she didn't have any witnesses that would agree with her claims." he leaned closer in his seat, and made a gesture with his hand telling us to do the same. "I heard that he paid off the other employers to not say anything." he whispered as we returned to our seats.

A waiter asked us if we wanted anything; me and Neji requested coffee as for the older Nara, he asked for tea. She soon left with our orders, before telling us that she would be back shortly.

"That asshole." Neji commented.

"But Neji, how did you get his number?" I asked.

"It was around that time of the Tenko case. I didn't really know what was happening back then, but I heard Hiashi mention lawyers into the phone, and I heard him say Shikaku a few times. Only just a few days ago did the memory came to mind and I searched up lawyers under the name Shikaku. Then I called him."

"But, N-Neji! You need money in order to hire a lawyer, even if he has helped the Hyugas before-"

"Hinata it's okay. I'm sure Hiashi will help."

"NO!" I screamed in the public area, noticing a few heads snapping towards our way.

The waitress came back with our drinks and placed each order on the table neatly, then asked if we wanted anything else. After rejecting her offer she turned to leave back into the café.

I spoke more quietly. "He can't know that I might be suspected as a-"

"Ms.Hyuga." Shikaku called out.

"If I may, your father will still find out if he gets a letter in the mail for your court date. But that's an if."

The sudden realization dawned on me.

"Even so-"

"It's better now, than later Hinata." Shikaku stated.

I saw Neji tapping on his phone and then putting it against his ear.

"Neji stop!"

"Hello..?"

"Neji, I won't ever forgive you for this-" I tried warning but he cut me off with his finger.

"Yes, father..we need some help."

'Father?..'

"Oh! You called uncle Hiza-" he cut me off for the second time.

"We..we need money . . . for a lawye-"

All you heard were incoherent shouts coming through the other end of the phone. Neji made sure to keep the phone a great distance away, cringing at the sudden loudness.

"Neji, you don't have to do-"

He looked at me with softened eyes. And mouthed "I want to."

"Father, I know..and.. NO, I didn't do anything... It's for Hinata." there was a pause and Neji turned to Shikaku.

"How much do you charge?"

He looked to the sky then hummed in thought.

"Usually I charge from $250-500 an hour.."

Me and Neji paled.

"Since we are dealing with a possible third degree murder-"

"Third degree murder?" I asked.

"It's a crime of passion; having the prior intent to not kill, but is still intentional killing. Mainly mentioned as which a person was committed under such circumstances that would "cause a reasonable person to become emotionally or mentally disturbed"." He explained. "I doubt that you are a person that would kill intentionally, but if you did kill that man, then this is best suited for you." he finished.

My heart stopped..

"That would cause a reasonable person to become emotionally or mentally disturbed." I repeated in my head.

"Anyway, I will give you guys an exception. I am willing to pay $300 and hour, and if we are going to be dealing with court, be prepared to give me $15,000. Usually I would charge more."

Neji relayed the information back to his father, and waited for him to speak.

"Thank you father. I will someday pay you back." Neji spoke quickly then hanging up the phone, with a nervous chuckle, his index finger slightly scratching his cheek.

I breathed a relieved sigh before saying my thanks.

I turned towards Shikaku with a confused look on my face.

"Um.. Not that I'm not greatful and all, but why were you so willing to help.. and lower your charges?"

"..It's because your mother was a great friend of mine.. Although we only encountered each other a few times, she was still a close friend. After you were born, she told me that if her little Hinata was ever in need of some help, that she would immediately suggest me to you. I"ve always thought that was silly, since you guys didn't live anywhere near us, but she said that when the time was right.. That she would move back to Konoha."

"Move...back?"

"Yes. Your mother..was from Konoha."

My eyes widen at the sudden information.

*°**°*°*°

A sudden figure walked slowly into the police station. His unexpected appearance causing many of the officers in the building to stare at him skeptically as he roamed the area.

His actions stopped when one of the many people in the room questioned his presence.

"Is Kisame Hoshigaki present today?"

"He's this way."

The officer showed him the way, walking through the semi crowded room, their footsteps creaked along the floorboards as they turned a corner to a hallway. Their feet came to a halt when they approached a big mahogany door. On the top, middle of the door held a slot with a small piece of paper inside, wording out the name "Kisame Hoshigaki" in arial font.

The police woman knocked on the door three times and a rough "come in" was announced from the other side. She opened the door with precaution, silently telling the odd man that he could go into the room.

The figure inched towards the desk and into the semi dark room, the door closing with a slight clicking noise.

"What do you want kid." his irritated voice somewhat demanded as he was in a bad mood.

"It's about that girl.. The Hyuga." The strange man spoke with a sinister smile creeping on his face.

The officer's eyes brightened in the dimmed room. He leaned in his chair, intrigued.

"She did it."

That was all he needed to hear, as his own devilish smile plastered on his face almost as instantly as the words flowed through the man's lips.

The peculiar man voiced his story; spilling every detail, as much as every memory of that night as he could.

Oh boy was he ready.

Because now he had a witness.