Fallen leaves

genre: horror, very, very horror.

summary: what happens when sakura finds a mask in the attic of a house she was restoring as part of a mission? what happens when she takes it home? and what's happening in that mirror

Disclaimer: i own nothing. (thought you could figure out the crossover using this eh? WRONG!)

Sakura had spent 9 hours clearing out the old attic, the house looked absolutely wrecked, a huge gaping hole through the roof and right through the entire house below, the stains on the floor coloured the carpeting a redish-brown around the gaping wound in the building, only one more box to sort through, but it was big, and full of junk.

"what on earth is Tsunade-sama going to do with this place? the place is on the outskirts of town and is only just standing." sakura whined to no-one in particular,

as she was sorting through the box another smaller, guilded case dropped out of it, the moonlight shining off of the trim of it, making it glint like a decrepid smile, covered in grime. the case was about twice the leangth of Sakura's head, about 2 inches deep and as wide as her head was.she tried opening the case but found it was locked tight, despite the lack of any external lock or locking seal.

it was only then that she noticed the shadow hanging over her, she turned in shock to see a figure fleeing into the garden, catching a glimpse of the figures wasted, pale face, she attempted to follow the figure, hurrying down the stair cases, but after turning the corner, the same corner that malign figure had turned, she found herself once more at the huge wound in the scenery.

with that Sakura grabbed the case and ran home, as fast as she could, along the way however she managed to smack into, and deck, her crush, Sasuke.

"where are you in such a hurry to get to?" sasuke asked a now distressed Sakura,

sakura didn't even raise her eyes, she just ran past him.

in a crooked little town, they were lost and never found,

fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves...on the gound.

As Sakura burst through the door of her house she slammed the door behind her and fell to her knees, whoever that was, they weren't human, and they had gotten close to her. within arms reach.

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and to think i used to be bad at this, since seeing all those plays in london i've become a horror writing machine.