First off, Happy (early) Thanksgiving!! This chapters a little bit gruesome and possibly surprising lol I enjoyed writing it, though. Not that I'm a psychopath or anything, just the whole explanation process. It really helps me 👏 But the next chapter is going to go really fast then the chapter after that is completely nothing but Sasusaku ness 💜😊and I'm so very sorry, but I didn't get a chance to edit this one or the next so excuse the errors lol I'm in the process of writing both my chapters and my short story, along with my Attack on Titan story and another SasuSaku fanfic! I'm aiming for all to be out sometime in January!! 😜 But without anymore rambling, here's my next chapter!!

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~Kei-chan 😘❤

Chapter Twelve:

Answers

Jolly was taking shots of whiskey every few seconds as Kakashi and I took in our surroundings. The cabin was still the same with the depot station across the street and the chairlifts behind it. The room was warm and invigorating. A chair was setting in front of Jolly.

"Don't worry," Jolly mumbled, looking into his empty cup. "No ones around to hurt you. They all baled once they realized you all had figured us out and got free from our chambers."

"Where'd they all go?"Kakashi questioned.

"Who the hell knows?" He rolled his eyes. "Probably somewhere warmer than this shit hole."

The room was eerily quiet as Jolly finished off his bottle and started to toss the cup back and forth in his hands.

"Lemme guess," He slurred. "You want answers, right? The who, what, when, and where type? Right?"

"It would be nice," Kakashi smiled. "Better than beating it outta you."

"Haha," Jolly laughed. "Well, take a seat then. You, too, little lady. There's a seat in front of the fire place with your name on it."

Kakashi nodded and I slowly made my way to cozy chair. I could hear Kakashi's creak as he sat down in it.

"I grew up here, ya know? My whole life has been spent here," Jolly pointed down on the table. "I grew up in a city that basically thrived off of its Medics. Everyone in school was influenced to become one just like their parents were before them. I wanted to be a medic, but never scored high enough on the bar exam," He smiled, sheepishly. "So I succumbed to becoming a police officer. I never once gave thought to the idea of becoming chief of police, but on one fateful day I did. I was thirty four years old and terrified. What was I? This young guy from the downpours gonna do for this community?" Jolly put out his hands, palms up. "That's when I came to the conclusion of protecting it and keeping it from never going under like all these other towns, cities, and villages around us. That was my duty and my men's."

He stopped and took a deep breath. Rubbing both sides of his head, Jolly stared straight ahead.

"Once you make that kinda promise to a whole city full of people you just can't back out of it," He sighed. "So when I heard rumors of the Royals going to sell out our hospitals to the Fire Nation, I had to do something. I knew that if we lost our hospitals then everything would crumble right behind it," Jolly twirled the cup. "First they take our hospitals then our schools and before you know it: our city."

"Then what?" Naruto asked, his figuring making its way up the steps. "That's when you decided to go psycho on innocent people?"

"No," Jolly laughed. "And in all honesty, it was never meant to be that way."

Naruto, as well as Sai and Sasuke, made their way into the room. My heartbeat finally began to slow as I saw Sasuke was safe. He glanced in my direction then immediately came to take the seat next to me.

"I didn't do anything at first. They were just rumors after all," Jolly shrugged. "Then when we were asked to escort the King himself, all the answers finally seemed to fall into place.

"He was set for a meeting with a representative from the Fire Nation that day, to discuss the payments for the hospital and its Science labs," Jolly frowned. "It wasn't fair, you see, to have everything your family and fellow citizen's families built up over the years just be sold out to the highest bidder," His eyebrows knitted together.

"Once the word got out that our lively hoods were being sold, it spread like wildfire and people went ballistic," He exclaimed. "Endless complaints and group meetings about it. People protested and began to fill up the dotted lines on those damn petitions. But no matter what they did, it was too late," He shook his head sadly. "In less than a month after the Kings arrival, the hospital was sold. People lost their jobs and then ghettos began to form in my city. We went from having zero homeless and a five percent unemployment rate to a twenty two percent homeless and a fifty one percent unemployment rate.

"It was like a slap in my face," Jolly put his head in his hands. "I couldn't believe this was happening. Then when the medics themselves were interviewed, hey were happy about the transition! They said they're finally able to get all of the supplies they needed and that more experiments could be made. Thy hope to find new cures and solutions, but the same things could have been done here, by our government! We all could of kept our jobs and gained more money as well!" His eyes lit up. "If only those greedy bastards would have realized that and just make minor cut backs on their checks then we would have been able to keep our own jobs here! But no, they couldn't. The idea was highly frowned upon when brought up in court.

"So when a strange woman appeared from nowhere and offered to give our community millions of dollars, I had to oblige," Jolly shook his head. "She said that she worked for a black market organization called Breath, that illegally obtained organs and sold them to the highest offer. She told us that if we got the selected organs her and the organization needed that she would pay us half of what was earned.

"Then we had a discussion about it and performed a democracy in the police station. Once the votes were casted and in, the yes members won," Jolly shivered. "So we created an underground organization of our own, grabbing a doctor from the ghetto, and a few helping hands of ex medics to transport the organs and bodies. Our organization caught word after the first organ, a heart, was sold for the price tag of forty eight thousand dollars. After that, it just took off. We were getting healthy organs and people wanted that."

"So the in order to better your community you commit unforeseen acts of murder?" Kakashi asked.

"Well, when you put it that way it sounds bad," Jolly laughed. "In my eyes, we were killing traitors to help victims of organ failures live. We were in a win win situation, they get to live and we get the money."

"But how could you judge someone's life like that?" I asked. "It's not your job to kill people you label as traitors."

"But they were!" Jolly yelled. "They sold out our jobs just like those Royals did! People started to starve and children began to disappear! What was I suppose to do?" He began to cry. "I thought I was doing he right thing. . .I brought in money that didn't exist and with it we opened another school, we opened another science lab, we brought in more tourism attractions. It was helping our crumbling economy. It was helping our people. Putting smiles back on their faces and children began to play in the streets again. I was being their hero!"

"But in the wrong way," Kakashi explained. "You could of done something else. You could've brought in more jobs yourself."

"But it was the quickest way for you," I said. "You were so desperate to save your city that you dropped this low."

"I guess I have, haven't I?" He wipes his tears away. "Oh, if my mom could see me now."

He raised up out of his seat and walked towards the window, hands in his pockets. I heard him let out a big sigh.

"Now what?" Kakashi asked.

"I can't go back," Jolly said. "I can't face those people now. Not after what I've done. I've let them down. I know I have."

"Are you going to let me willingly arrest you?" He asked.

"No," Jolly laughed. "I'd rather die."

Then in one smooth move Jolly took his hand out his pocket and put a gun to his head. With one final smile towards us, he pulled the trigger. Bang! Blood splattered across the window, with snow heavily falling outside, and the walls. His body fell forward and smacked on the hardwood floor.

"What the hell is with everyone here!?" Naruto yelled. "Why do they all insist on blowing up? Are they all suicidal freaks!?"

"Calm down, Naruto," Kakashi said. "Sakura call forth Bukio and have her call the Royals."

"Yes, sir," I nodded and called my slug. Bukio slid out and landed on the couch. She blinked her eyes opened and looked around.

"Where am I?" She asked, her voice cracking.

"The lodge," I told her. "We need you to call the Royals."

She nodded and went towards the phone, but stopped to gasp at the sight before her. She seemed to shake it off and pick up the telephone.

"But, wait," I suddenly remembered. "Who was the woman he talked about?"

"I don't know," Kakashi shrugged. "Maybe we can find something out in his office files."

"Hopefully," I nodded. "Because I don't want this to continue."

The snow seemed to start falling faster as the stench of death began to fade.