Petals of a Sunflower that Shouldn't Bloom

Hi! This is my first fic. and I am really stoked. I want to say that even if I get no reviews (although it would be nice and helpful), I will be updating this story twice a week until August 28, when school starts afterwards I will be updating once a week. By the way if you flame me I won't care because I live in hell anyway so bring on the barbeque (you can tell I'm a fat girl can't you).

I Also Do Not Own The Song In The Chapter Title the Artist Is Mary J. Blige. But I was listening to it when i edited this.


Sorry this story is not beta'd but if you want the job let me know in the review.


SUMMARY: Is there such a thing as fate or is our destiny carved by our own hands and will. How much blood is owed to our ancestors for giving us the chance at life. For Sasuke Uchiha, the last of the clan which created Konoha's elite police force, the question is redundant. You give until there is nothing left and then you give some more. Now for duty and honor he would seek to solve his father's last case. Sasuke's mission will not be easy though, for not only does he have to investigate people who have distanced themselves from their past selves, but deceased people as well like his father. Will he be able to act so reserved and cool when secrets about his own father comes out. Things which makes him quesion his beliefs on the way he views his clan and the way he views those closest to him.

PROLOGUE:..................

As the sun is setting over the leafy green village of Konoha, two men walk gracefully out of the hokage tower. Almost seeming to blend in with the shadows all that could be seen of the tall raven haired man wearing a wolf anbu mask was his piercing black eyes.
Unlike his companion even though his hair was covered by the hokage hat he wore the slightly shorter male's luminescent blue eyes and bedazzling smile was clearly shown.


At first glance they seemed to be just a subordinate guarding his leader. Those who were willing to take a second glance or even speak to the duo would have thought that they were close friends. It was the subtle movements of the wolf anbu as he leaned closer and listened as the hokage prattled endlessly on about random things. Even though he could not possibly be interested in the ramblings he could have recited back every word if asked.


If one was bold enough to speculate at the relationship of the two powerful warriors they would have thought that they were lovers. The way the wolf anbu would glare viciuosly at people to warn them away and hover protectively over the hokage when they did not take the non-verbal warning. The way the hokage defered to the the tension and the glaring of the wolf anbu if they were stopped for to long. Then hokage would rest a hand on the wolf anbu's shoulder pull on his sable tresses and to fast to be seen tickle the nape of his neck and pat him on the shoulder and quickly end the conversation and leave the people behind.


Since not to many look deeper than the surface of their relationship they do not realize that they are intruding on a sacred ritual between the two men that began way before they were hokage and captain of the anbu. It started with a vow and promise that goes even deeper than that of lovers. They have a bond stronger then steel, yet as fragile as the leaves that surround their home.


Even if they wished that things were different this is all the time they are allowed together alone. Not their choice but no one really has choice when they are born a shinobi. So they handled the pain of everyday life by just sharing a walk home with the one that they held as most precious and for a brief time pretending that things are not as they are but as they always wished them to be.

Sorry this is just a prologue but please tell me what you think.