Obsession

Summary: Kakashi Hatake. Brilliant. Cunning. Psycotic. Sociopath. In his mind lies the clue to catching a ruthless killer. He's requested for help by Japan's force and works together with detective Iruka Umino, who is forced to trust Kakashi's reckless actions in order to succeed in finally catching Japan's newest tormentor.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story. I also do not make any money off of this in any legal or illegal way.

A/N: Hi there, thank you for taking the time to read my story. I sincerely hope that you enjoy it and would love feedback. This will be a multi chapter story with the chapters getting longer as the story developes. This fanfiction was inspired by Silence of the Lambs but more the character Dr. Lecter than the actual storyline. Some of the characters will appear OCC to fit the plot. Now this is just the prolouge, some things may seem a little strange but its explained in later chapters. I would greatly appreciate it if you would let me know if you like the story. Thank you and enjoy.

Obsession

FanFictionFox49

Chapter 1

''Ah, here we are. Just in time to avoid the rain too. Winter down here can get quite miserable and the summers ain't anything better either. What brought ya'down here anyway kid?'' The hotel manager, a large round man, asked as he searched for the right key to unlock the large wooden door in front of them, keeping his one eye, the glass one, on the young man next to him.

The new owner of apartment 449 laughed. ''Well, I guess I didn't have much of a choice. My boss sent me here to help out with a case.''

The old man stopped and frowned, glaring suspiciously at him. ''What, you some kind of cop or sometin''?

''Detective.'' The man replied, still smiling.

The hotel manager thought this through , debating in his head whether a detective was worse than a cop or not and which one would be more of a threat to a few of his minor illegal combinations in the backyard. Eventually he shrugged and continued searching through the keys, finally finding the desired one and unlocking the door.

''Well then mister detective, I hope you enjoy ya'stay here. You're a bit early. Most of the other residents around here sleep in till ten. Mostly old people, ya know. Retired ones so it's pretty quiet.'' He opened the door and led him inside.

Just on cue, raindrops started to drip onto the hotel roof. The young man glanced outside, watching the rain thoughtfully. So this was where he would be staying. The highest point of the hotel closest to the police station but far enough to be considered quiet and peaceful. His room was facing the left side and he had a great view of the city. The rooftop of the hotel hosted three other people which consisted of an elderly couple, a perverted middle-aged bachelor and a pre-school teacher. Their apartments were arranged in a square, one apartment on each side of the rooftop, facing each other and leaving the middle square open as a type of yard. The hotel was, as the owner had said, quiet. As in, no distractions. Perfect. He's going to need to devote everything to this case.

''Yo, kid. You comin'?'' The owner shouted from somewhere inside the house, snapping the young detective out of his thoughts. He glanced outside once more before catching up with the owner, his eyes scanning the apartment on his way. There was a medium sized kitchen, a living room, a large study, a bathroom and a bedroom. Again he smiled approvingly.

The owner grinned. ''Ya like it?''

''Very. Thank you Mr Zandou for everything and I apologize for the short notice.''

''Nah its fine. I never turn down good business. ''Mr Zandou glanced behind his shoulder secretively before turning his gaze back to the detective and leaning closer to him. ''So kid, what's this about those kills hapenin'lately?''

The young man blinked surprised. ''I wasn't aware that the information has been made public yet.''

''Nah it wasn't. Didn't need to be either. Everybody's been talkin'about it for weeks now. When are the police gonna catch this guy anyway?''

The young man sighed. ''I honestly have no idea. Seems they've been chasing him for months now and are now calling in agents from everywhere but there's very little people who have the time to come out and help.''

Mr Zandou shook his head and sighed. '' I've heard that he's already killed 11 times. What's that nickname they gave 'em?''

''The Sandman.''

''Ah yes. Well kid lets hope you can help with that.''

''I promise to try my best.'' He offered a warm smile at the old man, who smiled in return.

''That's good, that's good. Now I should get goin'. Be sure to call me if ya'have any trouble now. Just ring the bell ya'know. Oh and remember, the front door gets stuck every now and then. Just give 'em a kick.''

He laughed. ''Will do!''

He walked Mr Zandou back to the front door and they greeted.

''Now remember kid, when the door gets stuck, kick. Don't pull it, ya'll just get your self stuck more. Remember that and you'll be fine.'' Mr Zandou reminded him again making sure that the boy got the warning and wouldn't sue him in case of an accident or serious injury.

''Ah yes I'll remember that, thank you for the warning.'' He said, eyeing the door and making a mental note to remember it.

''Good, good. Oh hey, what's ya'name kid? I seemed to have already forgotten it, sorry bout that.''

''Oh no that's fine, I do that all the time as well.'' He smiled.'' Its Iruka.''

End of chapter 1