To Protect and To Serve

Warning: This chapter contains slight FBI-bashing and the torture of Muslims. I am strongly against torture of any kind, and it was mentioned to fit the story. Please don't hate or hurt me. Wow, this is a really controversial story...




-Naruto-
I have naturally blond hair and naturally bright, electric blue eyes, but not right now. I've dyed my hair black and haven't put it into spikes for weeks. I am wearing eye-color-changing contacts, so my eyes are dark brown. The contacts are intense. I'm undercover. What I can tell you is that right now my name is Naruto! I work for the FBI! I'm pretty proud of it. Some of the things that go on at work are things I don't agree with, things I wish didn't happen. I don't agree with the hiring policies of the FBI, nor some of the things that are said, but I'm here. It says that I, along with twenty percent of the others who applied for the FBI, went to the academy in Quantico (that's in Virginia) and passed the exhaustive background and psych checks...made it into a government agency. We work to protect America. Yes, the FBI has relatively little power compared to other government agencies, but...well, I have mixed emotions about my workplace in general. But it's a steady job, they move me sometimes which is always fun, I get lots of benefits and I'm paid well for an interpreter. That's right, I'm a Special Agent Linguist! I am formally fluent in two other languages besides English! It was really fun to learn to read, write and speak Farsi, and I grew up speaking, reading and writing a lot more Spanish than English.




Uh, I'm single. When I do date, it's totally behind the FBI's back 'cause I am homosexual and the FBI would fire my (super-cute) ass if they found out. Sorry...I drank coffee this morning. I like single-tall mochas, but they make me jittery and more talkative than usual. I drank coffee a lot at the academy, and for once, I WAS NOT DEAD-LAST. I made it! I've only been working this job for a few months and they moved me three times. I know how important my skills are and it makes me feel happy, needed. My work is my life right now. I was orphaned at a young age and my primary caretaker, Dadi, tells me not to ever talk about my work, but to focus on it and call her once a month. I wish she'd ask me to call her more often. Oh well. When she goes back to Trujillo (it's a city in a country called Peru), she's taking me. We'll only be there for a month, and I've always wanted to meet her family! They mostly refer to her by her full name, Caridad. They don't want to hear about my work either, but they're interested if I'm dating anyone new. In most parts of Peru, being a gay male is no problem. That's really rare in Latin America. Gay women in Peru, though, are seen as a very serious threat. I don't like that. I don't want to go to work today, which is why I am rambling so much. The case we're working on is emotionally tough. Yesterday, I had to watch as a Muslim woman was force-fed pork. I nearly threw up right then and there. It was horrible. When I got home, I cried.




But I'm the interpreter. I help people, which is my purpose. The FBI is a way to manifest it, and I like my job, especially moving a lot and getting a rush of adrenaline in really dangerous situations, like shootouts. My right hand is my dominant shooting hand, but I shoot equally well with both hands. It's an FBI requirement. I'm proud to say I'm a sure-shot. I'm happy but not always proud to say that I work for the FBI.