A/N: Hello, people! I give you my Halloween themed story. Now I know that I have another horror story I should finish but I do plan to finish that this month! And hopefully, I could finish this story as well. If not, well then that's another story I gotta finish. But anyway,

I do NOT OWN ANY of the Naruto characters or the story itself. It all belongs to Kishimoto, who in my book right now has a LOT of explaining to do with Obito and Kakashi. Thank you for all of your wonderful support from my other stories and I sincerely hope you like this story. It's a little morbid but it doesn't get too morbid, except partially in this chapter, until later on. You can just call it creepy for now. Now then, enjoy!

Welcome to the Show

Many say that when one's great adventure starts, it's usually on their birthday and then some big storm looms over their home and giant robots start fighting left and right. Or when some mysterious book just falls off the shelves randomly and then takes you to some different world inside of it. Or you're told the truth of why everyone around you hated you all your life.

But there's also the beginning of an adventure that starts with the meeting of a complete stranger that just popped into your life and changed everything. For me that's how my adventure started.

Many wouldn't believe me that's how it started. But I know for a fact that if I didn't meet him, I think I would've met ever her and entered the most horrifying tale I could've ever survive in.

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Many say that when someone's life changes, it's usually for the better. And it usually starts when a new student enrolls in your class or you become that new student and restart a whole new life that you left behind. For me, I'm not too sure if I believe in good changes.

Now some would advice that every change is good. You just don't realize it until later on in the future. But then how would you know if that change really was good or was it so bad that many small good things had to pile up to give you the good results?

Then when did it start? Did it start when you take a wrong turn and ended up hit by a car because you completely came out of nowhere and the idiot didn't see you? Did it start when you overhear something your best friend said and you take it the wrong way that destroys your entire friendship? Or did it start when a love one died and you thought you could never pick up the pieces of your life back together?

For me, that's what happened. Someone I loved more than anything in the world was taken from me and I keep feeling this painful void in my chest that wouldn't be filled with anything no matter how hard I tried. But that's only my theory. I don't think I ever truly tried to fill it up because I never realized until later what exact I lost.

Not until the circus came to town.

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Ch. 1: The Usual Morning

"You hate him, don't you? It's okay to hate him. It's okay to kill him. Do it. Do it!"

"No…No, please don't do this! Don't do this to me! Stay with me, otouto!"

"Give in! Give into the darkness of your own heart and strike!"

"Otouto, look at me. Look at me! I'm right here! Come back to me, please!"

"Kill him! KILL HIM!"

"OTOUTO!"

Spluch

All but the sound of splatters became silenced. For those there, no words were spoken and not a sound in reaction to what happened was created either. The one affected, his eyes are wide. Absolutely wide. The whites of his eyes surround his pupils to the point his satin black color looks like tiny pencil dots. His expression is blank. There is nothing but absolute shock on his face. Not even pain appears on his face. His usual moonlight pale skin is suddenly paler from his shock, his mouth is slightly open, and no breath comes in or escapes him.

For the longest moment of his life, he doesn't move. He is completely frozen.

Reflected in his wide eyes are bright golden eyes that first narrowed in determination, pleasure, and bloodlust. Then they widen in satisfaction, victory, pleasure, and bloodlust. A toothy grin widens even more to reveal those pearl white, canine-sharp teeth.

Drip, drip, drip

At last, the boy looks down to what is making that sound in this absolutely quiet, breathless space. Looking down before him, an arm went right through his chest. Right where his heart should be. Unknown to him, or actually known to him – he just couldn't see it to be sure; the hand with long sharp claws holds his heart. The heart is still beating and the veins are still attached. Soon that heart would cease to beat but for now, that hand holds it. Holds it in firm grip, the nails just slightly pressed against it without causing any damage to it. There are skinny rivers of blood traveling from the hand to the boy's body and bigger rivers travel down the boy's body or they just gush out between the arm and his chest onto the floor – creating a pool of blood at the murderer's feet. Not too far away, there is some blood that splattered on the ground in curve like pattern. Splatters of all shapes from teeny tiny to small, decorate the floor in beautiful red that glisten in the dim light very nicely. Oh so very nicely.

Staring at the boy's eyes, his life is draining away. His shock greatened even more when he saw the cause of his pain – a pain so great it numbed his entire body and froze everything. Everything but his slowly dying heart. Oh what a painful way to die. Why did this boy have to die? What did he do to deserve such an excruciating demise?

Oh that's why. Hatred.

That's what started it. That's what started everything. Hatred.

Then the boy coughs and gags. Apparently more blood wanted to escape his body. While some escaped from his chest, the rest rose up to his throat and then it's all gushed out from his lips. Mouthfuls of blood splatter on the ground again. His long, straight, silky smooth-looking chocolate black hair dangles from his head past his shoulders and beside him like dark curtains shielding his face from the world and the tears that begin to appear in his eyes and drip down from his eyes or roll down his face to his chin like his blood.

Then he moves a limp. His own hand that moves slowly and shakily up. It reaches for something. Something he wished he could touch but is so far away from him. He tries desperately to reach for it. To touch it just one more time. Just once more before the breathe escaping from his mouth leaves him completely.

Just once more…please…

"Sa…su…ke…-"

Then onyx black eyes would awaken right at that exact moment.

Eyes open wide and both his mouth and his nose would intake a great breathe. His heart would be racing, his skin would be damp with sweat, and his entire body would be tense from the realism and the vivid emotions created by that dream. Hatake Sasuke would always wake up right at that exact moment and he would lie there in his bed, under the warmth of his comforter from the cool temperature of the autumn morning, and wait as his consciousness recognizes that he is no longer in his dreams and he's in his shared room with the small portion of sunlight peaking through the barrier of his room. Sometimes it would take him a few minutes or sometimes longer.

But it's always at that exact moment when he wakes up that his alarm clock at full volume would start beeping at six in the morning for the start of a new day.

Click

Beep, beep, beep

Today, unlike the others, the continuing ringing of that alarm clock helps Sasuke realize where he truly is faster. It's always that ringing that makes him realize that he is indeed in his shared room in his apartment home instead of that dream. That dark, terrible, confusing dream.

Calming his heart rate and the pace of his breathing, the thirteen year old teenager takes one deep breathe in and then exhales as he pushes the comforter off the upper half of his body as he sits up on his mattress. With his legs that slightly came up with him, he's able to lean his arms against his legs but one hand cups his forehead and he takes the moment to think and to remind himself that he's in reality now. All of that didn't matter.

How could that dream matter?

He's never heard that voice before. Neither of those voices. But this isn't the first time he's had that dream. For almost a month now, all he dreams about is that exact moment. Either that or a dreamless sleep, but a dreamless sleep would be considered a blessing at this point. A blessing he so rarely has.

Why is he having that dream? Some, including his father, say that when you have the dream more than once it means that it's a message your heart is trying to tell your brain. Well that's some message the heart is trying to tell him. What is the message anyway? Nothing good, that's for sure.

What if it's not a message? What if it's a reminder? A reminder that something like this happened? But that is definitely bullshit. From what Sasuke knows, he has never killed anyone and like mentioned before, he has never heard any of those voices before in his life. Not even the voice of that boy – who looks exactly the same age as him, the same skin color, the same eyes, but definitely different hair color and hair style. His voice doesn't sound familiar to him at all.

And yet, why does it feel like it does?

No, it can't be possible. Besides…

"…Sasuke…"

Hearing his name being called, the teenage boy looks up to the side, all the way to the wall away from the window, and he sees another bed with a body in it – still lying on it and with his comforter over his head to block off as much of the light and sound as he can.

"Turn that damn clock off. It's too early to get up."

Besides…

…his brother is still moaning and groaning in his warm bed. Alive and unharmed.

"Sasuke…"

Three…two…one…

"TEME!"

With that last bit of the nickname, the spiky blonde, blue-eyes Uzumaki jumps on his best friend from behind and the spiky duck-butt raven haired, onyx eyes Hatake nearly falls over from the extra weight of some idiot of a blond who just attacked his body out of nowhere. Really, you would've thought the thirteen-year old boy would be used to this by now. This happens every morning one way or the other. Rather they just so happen to be walking to school at the same time, or they just so happen to have arrived at the same time, or Hatake Sasuke has already arrived in class and Uzumaki Naruto decides to sneak up on him as he's sitting at his desk.

Unfortunately for today, none of these three events are what's happening now. Today, the blonde actually got up early enough to surprise the Hatake as he had just stepped out of his apartment to go to school today.

As the blonde is now giggling and grinning like the prankster he is, Sasuke's cheeks are a little flustered with anger to have been surprised and startled like this so early in the morning. "Hey, usuratonkachi." Grabbing the cheek closest to him, Sasuke is able to pry the hanging Naruto off of him and he keeps pinching the cheek as a vein pulses on his head and he grumbles, "Don't you have something better to do than to stalk me first thing in the morning and disturb the peace?"

Releasing him, Naruto backs away and rubs his now poor cheek that has been mercilessly assaulted. You would think he would be used to this after treatment as well. After all, Sasuke does this to him every time he jumps him. That or give him a nice punch to the cheek if the raven is in a really bad mood. He has such a violent friend.

"You're so mean to me, teme," Naruto whines, trying to put the big teary-eyed and pouty mouth look. "All I wanted was to say 'good morning' to my best friend. And to celebrate his three months, two days, twenty-one hours, thirteen minutes, and forty-three seconds anniversary coming to Konoha Middle School."

Hearing that causes that vein to pulse even more on the Hatake's head. "How can you consider yourself my friend when you're obviously stalking me?"

"Sasuke, what's with the ruckus out here so early in the morning?"

Turning towards the open door of the apartment, both boys see another teenage boy; roughly around the same age as them but a few months earlier. He has spiky silver hair standing up on his head except for one area over his left eye. With fair skin, not as pale as Sasuke's ivory tone but close enough, and his one visible eye is a dark color and always either look tired, bored, or arrogant. He has a skinny and toned build and the best part, he's at least a few inches shorter than Naruto and that's actually saying something. Poor boy. The only thing puberty did for him so far is make his voice deeper.

Oh and one more thing. This kid is always wearing a mask over his mouth like he's sick or something and his name is Hatake Kakashi. He's Sasuke's half-brother.

Seeing the blonde there before him, Kakashi unsurprisingly says, "Oh, that's why."

Hearing the arrogance in his voice as always, Naruto has his own vein as he asks, "What do you mean by that, Kakashi?"

Looking at the blonde side eye, Sasuke wonders, 'To me, he acts like I'm the greatest thing that has ever happened to him but when it comes to Kakashi who has been here just as long as I have, he acts like he's the plague.'

"Is that who I think it is?"

Looking at the door again, behind Kakashi, a man reveals himself this time. A man who really doesn't appear that old but he walks and act like he is. He looks more like someone who just hit the middle-age but he acts like a sixty year old grandfather. That includes wanting to spoil his children and all of their friends. But before going into that, this man has a slender but slight muscular built. Though sometimes it's hard to tell when he's wearing lazy-man kimonos. He has long, slightly spiky long black hair that's always pulled into a low pony tail and ivory pale skin. Just by looking at those color tones and looking at the facial features, anyone can definitely tell that both this man and Sasuke are related and it's a little hard to believe that Kakashi is related. Probably took most of his mother's looks. Reason why the eyes haven't been mentioned is because this man has bandages wrapped around them. He's blind.

Coming out with his hands on the door frame, he asks delicately, "Is that Naruto-kun I hear?" As soon as the spiky blonde sees him, he takes one moment before grabbing Kakashi, pulling him out of the way and grabbing the man's hands.

"Uncle Izuna!" he cheers/cries like some little child sobbing to his parents. Kakashi ends up stabling himself besides his step brother and the two boys watch as Naruto and their father have some sweet, dramatic moment by the sunset in the beach.

"Uncle Izuna, Sasuke is being mean to me again and Kakashi doesn't like me!" Naruto whines.

Feeling touched by the boy's sad and lonely words and his tight hold on his hands, Izuna feels pity. "Oh you poor, poor boy. Do not fret. I'll be your friend. But you really should come over more often. Otherwise, I'm the one who's always lonely."

"Oh Uncle Izuna! I never realized, and we're neighbors too!"

Almost forgot. This is also the three month, five days, twenty-three hours, fifty-one minutes, and twenty seconds anniversary since the Hatakes moved into the apartment next door to Naruto. But what does Izuna mean that Naruto doesn't visit often? He comes over to Sasuke's apartment every day after school. It's bad enough they already live in the same building but it's a miracle that he doesn't live with them already!

"I love my children very much but sometimes I get the feeling they don't love me."

That's because you treat them like children and try to spoil them – which they're smart enough not to say 'yes' all the time.

"Oh Uncle Izuna. Adopt me! I'll make up all the love you've been denied for all these years!" Then the wave splashes against the rocks in the background and Naruto and Izuna embrace one another.

"Naruto-kun!"

"Uncle Izuna!"

How cliché can you get? And why so early in the morning?

Really getting tired of this, both brothers turn around to start walking towards the stairs. This is really ridiculous! How can they possibly be related to this man! Their neighbor has to be to him related somehow. They wouldn't be surprised if he is really but then there is the facial looks that needs to be explained but who cares! There's school to go to!

Seeing them leave without him, Naruto pulls away from Izuna's hug and yells, "Hey, you two! Wait up!" Then he goes running off after them as they just reach the stairs at the end of the hallway.

"Naruto-kun!" Izuna quickly calls. Stopping just briefly, Naruto turns around to face the blind man to see his smile as he says, "Tonight we're having oden for dinner. You would be coming over tonight, right?"

Sometimes when Naruto comes over to Sasuke's and Kakashi's apartment every night, there have been more than several cases of the Uzumaki staying for dinner and Izuna really doesn't mind the extra company. However today, Naruto has a big smile on his face as he tells him, "Sorry, Uncle Izuna. Not tonight. Ero-sennin said he'll take me out to eat. See ya!" Then he restarts his pursuit on the Hatake brothers. "Hey, you two! Wait up!"

"Why are you following us?" Izuna can hear Sasuke ask from the echoes of the stairway. "Weren't you about to marry my dad?"

"Huh!?"

Kakashi says, "Just to let you know, I'm not calling you my mother."

"Teme, you two got it all wrong!"

As those children leave for school, Izuna continues to stand there in the middle of the hallway, facing that direction and listening. "Such a nice boy. So sweet to my boys." Then he smile disappears. "But it won't be enough to avoid them, would it?" Turning around, Izuna goes back into his apartment and then locks the door behind him.

"Forgive me, Naruto-kun."

And done! So what do you guys think? Bad? Good? What the hell? Let me know! I love to know. Until next time!