The Police Chief of the Land of Fire, Jiraiya, wanted nothing more than to finish up the last twenty minutes of his day with a quick edit of his latest Icha Icha Paradise manuscript. Unfortunately, reports were streaming through his department too quickly for his brain to catch up.
And just as he finished with his last report, his assistant Ebisu came marching into his office, flashing an unusual report with that sickening seal to signal the death of his weekends. The government was in trouble for some pointless reason again.
"Don’t tell me they actually want us to do something."
"Sorry, chief, but it’s from Haruno Kizashi and requires immediate action," Ebisu stated.
Jiraiya raised an eyebrow. “Haruno Kizashi? Who the hell is that?”
“The Ambassador of Shinobi and Samurai Relations for the Daimyo,” Ebisu explained.
“You mean the job nobody cares about?” Jiraiya sighed. Once upon a time, shinobi and samurai were revered for their skills. Now, they are merely tourist attractions for neighboring countries. It was a wasted future to practice ninjutsu for those rural villages, who stood nothing compared to the technology in the city.
“Let’s see,” Jiraiya took the file from Ebisu’s hand, scanning lazily. Attached to the report was a headshot of a beautiful young woman with emerald eyes and abnormal pink hair.
"Daughter, Haruno Sakura, kidnapped, came for med school, abducted around 2AM, yada yada, ugh we don’t have time for this,” Jiraiya moaned. Just as he was about to toss the report the side, Ebisu spoke.
“The Sound Ring are behind it. They left a mark at the scene of abduction.”
Jiraiya lowered the report slowly. His fingers tensed around the thin paper, nearly crumpling. He hasn’t heard that name is months.
“Sound, huh?” The infamous and elusive drug organization that Jiraiya had dedicated (and potentially wasted) his life to for nearly thirty years. Why would Orochimaru want a lowly ambassador’s daughter? She won’t hold a huge ransom.
Catching Ebisu off guard, Jiraiya slammed his desk, standing up abruptly. He raised his knee, then landed his foot on his chair in a confident pose. Smirking, he pulls the report with the headshot of the missing girl up to the wall, throwing a fist pump.
“Let’s do it! This pinky is our ticket to finally take down Sound!”
Nodding, Ebisu adjusted his glasses. He held another folder to Jiraiya.“Ambassador Haruno also wants one of his personal shinobi on the investigation.”
“Who?” Jiraiya asked and takes the folder from his assistant. Upon opening, Jiraiya spotted a headshot picture of a handsome, dark-hair man with black eyes. At the top the name was printed: Uchiha Sasuke. He studied the name and the intense eyes. This wasn’t the first time he saw eyes like the pair in the picture.
"Ack, he’ll get in the way. Cops and shinobi don’t mix well, especially in the city. We need some loser to babysit the ninja.”
“Who would do that?”
Jiraiya shrugged. “Give it to the dumbest cop we got.”
Suddenly, the front door to the Police Department burst open, revealing a tan, blond young man with piercing blue eyes. Dressed in an obnoxious orange in contrast to the standard black uniform, he pulled up an unconscious thug high in his grip, grinning victoriously to his embarassed co-workers and confused civilians.
"Uzumaki Naruto, the greatest cop in the Land of Fire, has finally captured the Candy Stealer of the Thousand Wrappers!"
Thoughts? This was the first scenario that came to mind when brainstorming this story. It’s a semi-AU where it technically takes place in the shinobi world, but a different interpretation of the timeline. If I were to pursue this, it would be more action-comedy as well as buddy-cop oriented.