MENTAL. [On Hold ]

Chapter 10

Well chapter 10 is here... Enjoy. Suggestions are welcome. Thank you for reading,voting or commenting.
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The day was just as ordinary as any other; sunny, windy and in this area an abundance of birds chirping. The industries in the other parts of town don’t seem conducive enough for them as expected.

This area of town seemed more rural than any other. a black jeep pulled over at the front of the normal looking home; white paint which seemed a little runny due to the weather changes, the usual cracked window in one corner and a beautiful black roof green roof to distract people from the rundown state of the house, typical of the residents. 
In his uniform and black sunglasses, Itachi walked to the front door and knocked. For a few minutes he waited but no one came to answer the door. He knocked much louder, irritation evident on his face. After a few minutes, which felt too long of a wait for the man, a man with blonde hair opened the door. He smiled warmly and greeted the officer.  ‘he is a replica of Naruto’ the man thought before returning his greetings.

“May I help you sir?” he asked truly curious.

For a man who recently lost his son, he looked calm. ‘Easy target’ he thought.

“If you hadn’t noticed you’re missing your son. Is my information incoherent?” he sarcastically asked.

“Oh.. Yes he has been missing for a few days now. You may come in and take a seat,” he said with a huge grin and blush showing just how embarrassed he must have been.

The inside was most definitely better than the outside just from the looks of the living room. A flat screen TV displayed on the wall, a lovely glass table on a carpet in the centre of the room, a set of three brown couches and an array of family photos framed and hanged. Overall the décor was not something you’d expect upon first glance.

“So?” he asked after offering Itachi a seat.

Itachi took a notebook out of his bag altogether with a pencil in readiness to write.

“So Minato Namikaze, tell me everything you know about your sons disappearance,”

He was in shock at the realization that this officer knew his name.

“To be honest, I don’t really know how he went missing,’’ he said raising his hands in surrender, “he just came home really late one night and I scolded him. The next morning he left for school and never returned,”

“And your version of scolding is rape?” he asked.

A quick flash of guilt made itself visible on the man’s face. He quickly hid it with a stern face.

“What would make you think that? He is my son and I love him too much,”

The stupid façade evident in is features.
“You raped your son, there’s no denying that. A reliable source told me all I need to know so cut the bullshit and be reasonable,” he said in a monotonous voice, “ after abusing him, it’s only reasonable that you’d want him gone,”
Minato quickly and violently stood up at the accusation.

“What is that supposed to mean?!” he asked truly confused and angered.
“It’s only natural that you disliked your son that you had to take him out of your life without involvement of the child support unit,”

“I would never do that. I swear!” he pleaded.

“That’s what you said about raping him, but truly speaking you did and didn’t deny it. You are under arrest and you have a right to remain silent,”

“You can’t do this. You have no proof,” he said full on crying.

“I believe I just did. An officer will be coming over soon. I have other matters to attend to. Don’t try to runaway; I promise you, we will track you.”

With that said he left a distressed man in his living room and drove away to check on his incoming money.

“Give me your conclusion of the matter,” a distressed Tsunade asked the officer in her office.

“You said you did have the account number, with that known you can go to the bank and ask for the details of the recipient,” he lazily suggested.

Tsunade had been on edge lately over the hostage of her grandchild. If she happened to error in her identity search, then it might mean the end of her grandchild. She talked to Minato about his disappearance but he seemed to not know anything either.

“let’s get going then,” she tiredly said finally happy to have an idea.
The drive to the bank was nerve wrecking. She looked to be thinking so much. Due to her appearance she remained in the car as Nara went to ask for her.

He walked up to the lady at the front desk. She greeted him with a warm smile that he returned.

“How may I help you?”She asked.

“I’d like to know the identity of the owner of this account. I have been depositing money into it ,” he said to her.

She smiled at him and got the account details and turned to her desktop. After a few minutes of her furiously typing, she printed a paper and handed it to him.

“I don’t think this will be of any help,” she said with a nervous grin.

He took a look at the paper and frowned. He nodded and walked back to the car where Tsunade anxiously awaited.
“Anything?” she asked.

He just passed the paper on to her and looked away preparing for the worst.

“The fucking bastard!” she screamed and broke down.

The attempt was very fruitless considering the account’s name is: NO NAME. real waste of efforts on the part of the mourning Tsunade.
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I just got the interest to write today because it's dad's birthday today and we wrote a math test that was pretty whack. So I hope you enjoy it.