@menmafuckingnamikaze - surprise starter!
Naruto ran his fingers through his hair as he started at the documents spread carefully out on his desk. He chewed on the top of his pen scanning over the post notes.
His little brother was missing. And had been for years a little over ten now. It had been a dark clear night when the murderer slammed open the door. Naruto remembered his parents had died slowly tortured and mutilated by an insane man. Then he who had been cradled his tiny one year old brother had been thrown to the ground. The boy was ripped away screaming and crying for him. As punishment for Naruto's yells and curses as well as struggles the man cut his right arm off. He had tried to attack the man later resulting in his other arm being taken. He has been stabbed for good measure and left to die.
He survived, obviously, and became a cop to find his little brother and help those in need. It was late around two in the morning. And he was exhausted but he needed to find his brother or anything that may remain of him. Menma deserved to Rest In Peace if he was dead. If he was alive then he deserved a happy complete life.
Naruto rubbed his eyes staring at the metal arm briefly. When he had first gotten it he had worn fake skin over the metal but over the years he just stopped. The arms were apart of him and his past. A constant reminder of his little brother waiting for him to find and carry him home. He trailed his blue eyes up to the picture frame of his family on his desk tracing their faces lovingly.
Shaking his head he pulled his hand away and went back to work sipping quietly at the steaming hot cup of coffee he had made himself not too long ago. He would need it if he was going to work through his third all night that week. He rarely slept. Nightmares haunted his mind and his body was often so tense he couldn't lay in bed for hours without doing something.
He jumped at the doorbell rung. Kurama his ten year old German Shepard growled in warning. He had been a police K-9 for a few years but Naruto had been scared to loose him too and had him retired.
"It's okay, Ku.." he soothed the risen hair on the back of the dog's neck before wrapping his fingers around the collar to hold the hound back ignoring the menacing growling. "Sorry about that, can I help you?" He asked gently finally tearing his gaze from the dog to look at the person on his front porch and froze.
"Menma...?" He questioned softly. He knew his brother wasn't going to be a little boy as it had been almost fifteen since he has been taken. But it still hurt to see. All those times watching him grow up would never happen. He would never see menma's first run, his first day of school, his first time on a roller coaster, so many firsts gone forever.