(Naruto) Art
Title: Art
Prompt: July 19th // Messenger
Note: Kind of a filler chapter. I’m experimenting here, so I’m afraid this drabble might not be as good as I hoped. The ending is kind of incomplete, at least that’s the feeling it gives me.
Summary: It’s crime so much as it is art.
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The second girl is younger than the first, much younger. There is a flush of youth in her plump cheeks, in the smooth planes of her skin. Her short black hair curls around her face as she sits under the apple tree, her legs tucked neatly beneath her as she leans against the trunk.
“She’s Snow White.” An apple sits in her hand, poison dripping from it into the evidence bag and Sasuke opens the picnic basic beside her.
“More apples.” He snaps it shut and grimaces.
A small hand rests near the wicker basket and she looks impossibly young. Eight, nine, she couldn’t be older than ten.
Could never be older than ten, now.
“How does he find them? Does he just pick them up off the streets or take them from their homes?” Such a little girl. It hits her harder than the first victim did. The girl looks so fragile, her eyes closed in an eternal slumber.
The apple rolls around in her bag, warning of the witch in the shadows.
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There are only pictures of where the body was originally found. Her feet were tied together, chained down in iron, and, unlike the others, there is fear in her face. Fear and death as she trashed and drowned at the bottom of an aquarium.
“He must have called.”
Sasuke looks at her, his hands neatly organizing the pictures as he does so.
“If she stayed down there too long, it wouldn’t look the way he wanted. He was the tip.”
“That’s sloppy.”
She snorts, pointing at the pictures. “This is ‘art’ to him. Why else the effort? He wants it to be seen.”
There’s a dark smile on his face now, one she doesn’t like but is becoming accustomed to. “Still sloppy. That means he’ll make mistakes.”
“And mistakes are our only way to catch him.”