Hello everyone and welcome to my very first Naruto story. I hope people will enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it. If I have any mistakes please notify me in your reviews!

Disclaimer: Naruto does not belong to me…but I surely want it to. TnT

These Are The Whispers

By: Ichigo Engine

Caliginosity was what surrounded the area. No sound could be heard except the light footsteps of a young girl probably around the age of fifteen or seventeen. Rain splattered onto the dirty cement as the pink-headed girl kept walking. She had no umbrella with her, which made it worse to walk in the wet condition. She hurried to the direction of home, covering her head with her pale hands. She mentally cursed herself for being so stupid, not bringing an umbrella with her when she knew it was going to rain.

When the girl finally reached her destination, she reached into her soaking wet jeans, searching for the house keys. She pulled it out violently and reached for the door, not wanting to catch a cold in the rain. The doorknob opened and the girl stepped in, she switched on the lights, something unusual was going on.

"Mom! Dad! I'm home!" Silence. That was it; silence was why it was so unusual. Where were her parents? She knew that they would be home by now, she was sure of it. Maybe they were sleeping? No…that couldn't be it. Suddenly she heard a dish smash onto the floor in the kitchen; she rushed into the room and quickly switched on the lights. What she saw next made her gasp.

Lying on the floor was her father, blood and broken glass all around him. Judging by this scene, death was definitely the word to describe this situation. The girl did not get a chance to react; this was the worst thing she had ever seen in her life. Her own father, on the floor with his mouth open and blood gushing out of it, it was absolutely a terrifying. She kneeled down, crying silently.

"Father…who did this!" She choked; from the shock she just had she could not speak. No answer. It was obvious that her father was dead. The girl stood up, not wanting to observe the scene anymore; she was going to report this to the police. She headed into the living room and picked up the phone, still shaking with sadness and fear. Unexpectedly one of the closet doors screeched in the main hallway. The girl jumped and dropped the phone; she headed for the main hallway.

"Who's there?" For a moment there she was sure that whoever had caused the noise was the murder of her father. The closet door screeched again, causing the pink-haired girl to jump once more. She turned around slowly…and screamed.

From what she had identified scared her more than the sight of her father. Right in front of her was her mother, hanging in one of the closet hooks. Her features were wide open, peering right through the girl. Her dark black hair covered her right eye and left the other open wide, it was truly a scary sight. She had no clothes on except a piece of white blanket covering her bloody body. The red liquid was dripping all over the place, beneath her hanging body mostly.

"Oh…oh my god…" The girl managed to say, her tears began to stream down her face again. Her emotions were mixed with confusion and frustration. She wanted to kill whoever had murdered her parents. She didn't want to see the sight of blood again, for it feared her and reminded her of what happened to both her parents. She stepped away and slammed the closet door shut, not giving a damn that there was a dead body in there. More blood began to leak through the hole at the bottom of the door. By now she had already forgotten about calling the police, but was crying…crying until there was no more tears left.

"I will…I will avenge the person who killed my parents." She said, resting her head on the wall. She mentally slapped herself, not forgiving herself for going out that night. She knew she should have stayed in and protected her parents from whoever was trying to kill them even though she was not the strong type.

"Damn it!" She yelled, walking in to the living room and kicking the furniture. There was no use for the little happy girl she used to be anymore. With her parents dead, where was the happiness? She was never going to be the same again. She clasped onto the couch and sat crying, crying into the comfortable soft leather. Then suddenly she felt someone's presence before her, she lifted her head. What was it now? Did she have to see the sight of another person dead? The girl lifted her head and brushed her pink bangs out of her emerald eyes. She gasped. Standing before her was a boy about her age, he had black hair along with a navy blue t-shirt and wrist bands. In his hands was something sharp with red liquid dripping onto the carpet. The girl immediately recognized the red liquid streaming down: blood. So this was the boy who had killed his parents…but how could he? He was so young!

"You…you killed my parents!" She managed to say. He ignored the comment.

"Sakura Haruno…you're coming with me." Her eyes widened.

"NO!" He grinned, not a pleasant one either. With that he walked over to Sakura and picked her up.

"Oh yes you are."

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