Thursday, August 19, 2004

   *dance dance*


Guess what? I finally got my Realplayer to work, so I got to watch Epsiode 85 of Naruto! Starring our very own (not really >p) ITACHI UCHIHA!

Itachi: *comes back from Dark Necrofear's site and faints* @_@

...Right. Anyway, a few comments I gotta make about it. Itachi is AWESOME. And there's a really kewl quote he says in that episode, prolly his most famous one, but... *shrug*

Itachi: ...Ah. THAT episode.

Oh, and another thing... *thwaps Itachi* YOU WERE SO MEAN TO SASUKE! And, about that, Itachi used the Tsukiyomi tech on Sasuke (basically, made him resee the infamous "Uchiha Clan Murder" day over and over again) and Sasuke screams once he sees it... Not just a regular scream. GUT WRENCHING. *shrug* Well, to me, anyway, anyone else who's seen the episode might think differently.

Aaand, TRIAL!

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The day of the trial. Rowan sighed as a few bailiffs escorted him into the courtroom. He sat down at the defendant’s desk, his lawyer, Wells, taking a seat beside him. He looked behind him, spotting Sato and her brother, Sasuke, who was leaning back in his chair nonchalantly. Sato gave him a confident smile and waved encouragingly, making it clear that he had their support. Rowan smiled, turning back and standing up with the rest of the courtroom as the judge walked in. The judge soon sat down in his seat, as did the rest of the courtroom. A bailiff read, “The Honorable Judge McCarthy residing. The case of Rowan Reed against the state of Oregon is now in session.”
The judge picked up his notes, reading them off. “Okay… Reed against Oregon. Let’s begin.”

“Your Honor, I call Rowan Reed to the stand,” Wells said, and Rowan sighed and stood up, walking to the witness stand. When he got to the stand, he stayed standing, and the bailiff walked up next to him, holding a Bible. Rowan put his hand on the Bible, and the bailiff asked quickly, “Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you, God?”
“I do.”
He sat down, leaning back. Wells asked, “Now, Rowan, tell us what happened on the night of Mr. Hawthorne’s murder.”
Rowan growled as he noticed Wells say “murder,” then answered, “First of all, I wasn’t even there when… The victim died,” he answered, choosing his words carefully as he continued, “I was sleeping. Having a nightmare, I might add. I heard Mr. Hawthorne scream outside, and I jumped out of bed and got out there as fast as I could. When I did get out there, I found his body lying in my front yard. I reached down and checked his pulse. He didn’t have a pulse, so I panicked and turned to go back into my house and call the police, but they had come down the road already and drove into my yard.”
Wells nodded, pausing for effect and glancing at the jury. He then asked, “Rowan, what do you believe caused the death of Hawthorne?”
Rowan shrugged. “I don’t know. For all I know, it could’ve been a thief or something.”
The other lawyer (Rowan had forgotten his name) objected, asking Rowan, “But there was a murder weapon, was there not? A gun.”
Rowan sighed, saying, “You can fingerprint the gun all you want, but you won’t find my fingerprints on it. I didn’t touch it. And besides, sir,” he said to he other lawyer a bit hatefully, “there was no gunshot.”
Wells nodded, then said, “The defense rests, your honor.”
The judge nodded back and said to Rowan, “You may step down.”
Rowan stood up, going back to his seat.
The judge called, “Prosecution, your witness.”
The other lawyer stood, glancing at Rowan uneasily and saying, “Your honor, I call Sean Brentwood to the stand.”
{{Who?}} Rowan looked around, puzzled. He spotted a boy, about his age, with dirty blonde hair standing up from the audience. The boy made his way to the witness stand, coughing as he sat down. Another man, the boy’s father, sat beside him. Again, the bailiff held out the Bible and did the “swear to tell the truth” deal.
“Now, Sean… Could you tell us again, in full detail, what happened on the night of Hawthorne’s murder?”
The pale boy, Sean, nodded, looking to his father seated by his side. “I was walking to my house after buying some groceries for myself and my pet,” began his weak, but youthful, voice, and he glanced at Rowan as he continued, “I pass Rowan’s house often on the path from the store to my house. I know him as a friend… He dislikes society but he doesn’t have the will to kill someone.”
The lawyer rolled his eyes and said rather rudely, “We aren’t here to listen to your opinion on whether the accused has the will to kill another man…”
Sean nodded, coughing slightly and continuing, “Okay… I saw Rowan’s neighbor leave his house. He was carrying a gun, and he seemed to be very upset… I only watched. I wouldn’t call out to him for fear of my life-“ Sean broke away as he heard the lawyer make a rather vicious comment about Sean’s “bravery.”
The judge said, “Mr. Clark! We are neither here to discuss whether what Sean did was brave or not!” The judge slammed the small wooden hammer on the podium, nodding at Sean to continue.
Rowan looked a bit amazed at this “Sean” kid. {{“Knows me as a friend?” Hmm… Gotta thank him when I get out of here…}}
Sean sighed, continuing, “I saw something else, too… It was in the grass by Rowan’s house. It… Looked like a great lizard, it was the size of a man… With ebony black scales and eyes that looked like they were the burning embers of a fire… It seemed to be waiting for something. As it did, it just stared at me… Waiting… When Hawthorne got about halfway across Rowan’s yard, the lizard creature jumped at him and clung to his body… Trying to force itself deeper and deeper into his body… I saw, just for a moment, Hawthorne’s eyes light up like the lizard creature’s eyes. Like bright embers of a blazing fire…”
A long uncomfortable silence followed, showing that Sean was done with his testimony. The awkward pause continued, until it was broken by the snide laughter of the attorney. “Sean… You honestly believe that some ‘Invisible Demon’ attacked and killed Hawthorne that night? Trying to possess him?”
“Yes,” Sean replied. His answer was only followed by a calamity, the attorney laughing along with a few people in the audience and jury. The judge slammed his wooden hammer on the podium.
“Order! Mr. Clark! If I hear so much as another breath of ill manners or uncalled-for comments toward the witness, I will hold you in contempt of the court!” The judge looked to Sean. “Now… Is that your full testimony?”
Sean shook his head. “No… Hawthorne died of a heart attack, not any physical harm. And Rowan came out of his house a few minutes after Hawthorne died…”
Mr. Clark looked to Sean, saying, “We have substantial evidence of Hawthorne’s death at Rowan’s-“
“Where’s the bullet hole? Where’s the cut? Where are the bruises indicating suffocation? Look over the medical files from the autopsy. The man died from a heart attack that was NOT induced by any physical violence…”
The lawyer, Mr. Clark, opened his mouth to continue, but the judge cut in. “You may step down, Sean… I will look at the autopsy medical files. If what Sean says is true, then Rowan Reed is free to go.”
The judge nodded to the bailiff, who disappeared from the room for a few minutes. Rowan leaned back on his chair, giving Sean a thankful look as Sean made his way back to his seat. Rowan fidgeted uneasily, waiting for the bailiff to return.
The bailiff walked back into the room about ten minutes later, giving the judge an envelope. The judge opened the envelope, pulling out a few papers and reading. He nodded, then slid the papers back into the envelope. He looked to the courtroom, saying, “I also looked at the fingerprinting notes. Rowan Reed’s fingerprints were not found on the gun. As for the medical files, the autopsy does confirm a heart attack. Rowan Reed, you are free to go. Case dismissed.”
The judge pounded the small hammer on the podium twice, motioning the court adjourned.

***END TRANSMISSION***

Special Disclaimer: Sean Brentwood and his crackpot testimony (XP) are copyrighted to Mohiten (my online friend who helps me with the story). Just wanted to make that clear.

Oh, one last thing before I go! Dark Necrofear felt a bit guilty about taking Itachi all day, so she let ME... borrow XION! *huggles Xion*

Itachi: ......... *runs out of room screaming*

....*looks to Xion* What did you guys DO to him?

Xion: Nnnnothing... *tents fingers evilly*

Quote of the Day: "DYNAMIC.... ENTRYYYY!!! ...Sorry..." --Gai
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