This is part of a drabble series I'm writing right now. Counting this one as well, I have four parts written, with a fifth one almost finished. It's a bit of horror and supernatural mixed together, about the time the Uchiha clan was massacred. This is written in present time, so it might not be what you're used to, but I though it fit with the story so I'm keeping it like this.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Cold Comfort
Part One
The lights are on, but nobody is home. Or so it seems. To one little boy, the house isn't empty, but fully alive with voices and laughter, occasionally a shadow passing through, one that isn't his own. It's weird, but ever since Itachi had killed everyone, it's as if the house has grown noisier, instead of the quiet it should be.
Sasuke can't help it, he really can't, he isn't the one making all the noise after all – but he also doesn't know who does. He is too afraid to get out of bed and actually take a look. He has left all the lights on, hoping the voices would go away, since they don't appear during the day. However, the voices become louder, seemingly coming closer to his bedroom. As if on cue, the door slightly opens and light from the hallway pours inside. Slowly, ever so slowly, the door goes open and Sasuke backs up to the head of the bed, with a pillow in front of his face and only his eyes peeking above it.
A hand appears, than an arm, than… "Mom…?" he whispers. She smiles at him, not aware of how scared he actually is.
"You should be asleep by now, Sasuke-chan," she scoldingly says, "otherwise you won't be fully rested tomorrow for school." She walks inside, still unaware of her son's fear and bows forward to give him a kiss. He screams, rolls off the bed and cries, telling himself none of it is real. When he looks up, she is gone. His door is left open and tired, he falls asleep.
The next morning, there is no recognition in his eyes as he brushes passed his brother, walks passed the living room and leaves without saying goodbye. Inside he house, they all wonder what's going on.