Author's Note: So, after finishing Fighting Darkness *sob* I decided to drown myself in OHSHC AMVs and this FanFiction idea popped into my head- I hope you guys like it ^_^ To be honest, I might make this a mini-series because I've got a few ideas! That and it'll keep you going until the Fighting Darkness sequel. Most of these will be SasuNaru friendship and not yaoi (although there will be some on occasion). They're also mainly chibi/ otaku ^_^

Disclaimer: Misashi Kishimoto owns all 'Naruto' characters

Warnings: swearing, violence and upsetting themes

Kyosū- 135

Another plate smashed against the wall, dusting the floor with the snow of shattered porcelain. A blue eyed 10 year old watched with an entranced fear as the dust of the once whole plate fell onto the floor, no longer what it was once before. A sobbing caught his attention, and he looked cautiously around from his place behind the settee to see his mother sobbing, her red hair cascading over his shoulders as his step-father yelled abuse at her in his drunken rage. He eventually tired before storming out of the house. Scared for his mother, the blond crawled from around the settee and over to his mother who had fallen to her knees.

"Mum?" he asked softly, stroking her hair in comfort. The redhead looked up to see her son gazing at her with concern, which further set her into tears. Unsure of what to do, he pulled her into a hug and rubbed her back.

"It's okay mum, he still loves you; he'll come back," the boy whispered. She broke away and wiped her tears from her eyes.

"You remind me of your father so much, Naruto," she whispered, stroking his blond hair. He grinned at her and she smiled back.

"Run along and play; I'll clean up, 'kay?" she told her son. Naruto nodded before running off to explore the house. He ran along different corridors until he came across one that led down to the cellar. Originally, Naruto had never been down to the cellar, too scared of what might be down there but today, he felt brave. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door. A flight of stairs led down into the darkness and so the boy trod carefully, hearing the wooden stairs creak under his feet, as he descended down into the unknown. Once he reached what he supposed was the bottom, he groped around for a light switch. Something metal and long brushed his hand, so he grasped it and pulled. There was a light buzzing and a fluorescent bulb flickered above him, bathing the cellar in an artificial glow.

Naruto walked around for what seemed like ten minutes, admiring the contents of the cellar. He must've walked around it three times when he first noticed it.

A door.

It was made with darkened mahogany, covered in dust, with spiders' webs clinging to it like a wet blanket. Underneath the dust and cobwebs, however, seemed to be a small plaque, tarnished with age. Not one to be outdone by curiosity, Naruto placed the sleeve of his orange hoodie over his hand and wiped the webs away. Blue eyes squinted in the light to read what the door said.

"The door- opens to your dreams, closes to your nightmares" he muttered aloud. Underneath the cursive writing was a number. '132'. Naruto eyed the doorknob warily before reaching out to grab it. The humming grew louder as his hand got closer to it and the small boy could feel heat radiating from the metal which made him hesitant to touch it. He took a deep breath and grasped it tightly, twisting it and pushing forwards. There was a loud whooshing noise that sped past the blond as he squeezed his eyes shut against the howling wind. Before he could fathom anything, he was being sucked in, the door slamming closed behind him- the small number now read the total of '133'

When the blond awoke, it was to clear blue skies and a soft green meadow of grass beneath him. He took in his surroundings, noting a small river nearby. There was a forest in the distance and mountains beyond that. There was the distant chatter of a village not far off which fuelled the boy's desire to get back home. He stood up and brushed the dirt off of his black shorts; he was just about to set off when something caught the back of his collar.

"Hey!" he protested, trying to wriggle away from the person that had caught hold of him.

"Let me go!" he yelled, trying to kick the person who had now lifted him into the air and thrown him over their shoulder like a sack of spuds. He noticed that the person had a long black ponytail cascading down their back.

"Please let me go!" he cried, still struggling. The person sighed and put the boy down before crouching to his height. It was then that Naruto fully took in this man's appearance. The eyes were as dark as the hair and seemed to glitter in the light; two stress lines formed by his eyes, giving him an aura of wisdom and his smile was dazzling.

"Come now little one, I'm not going to hurt you," he told Naruto, ruffling blond spikes.

"What's your name mister?" Naruto asked shyly. The man chuckled.

"Uchiha Itachi, what's yours?" he asked. Naruto shifted slightly on the spot.

"Uzumaki Naruto," he replied gently. Itachi smiled.

"Well then Naruto, it's nice to meet you!" he told the blond before taking his hand and leading him to a small Japanese styled house near the edge of the meadow and by the river. As they grew nearer, Naruto grew nervous and started to lag behind a bit. Itachi smiled.

"Don't worry; everything'll be fine!" he reassured. Determined, Naruto nodded. As they approached the front door, it was shoved open by a small boy no older than Naruto with blue-black hair styled in the shape of a duck's butt.

"Aniki!" he cried out in joy, hugging his older brother. Itachi let go of Naruto's hand and swung his little brother around.

"Otouto!" he yelled back, and kept on spinning until the boy was squealing with laughter for him to stop. Naruto waited dejectedly by the door, not wanting to intrude on the family moment. Once he had been placed down, Sasuke noticed the blond.

"Is he another one from there?" he asked curiously. Itachi nodded wisely and Sasuke almost induced whiplash as he looked at the blond who was still staring at the ground. Sasuke ran up to him and tilted his head so that he could see the blond properly.

"What's your name?" he asked, still partially upside as he was trying to make eye-contact with the shy blond.

"U-Uzumaki Naruto," he whispered. Sasuke grinned.

"Uchiha Sasuke!" he replied enthusiastically. Naruto grinned back at him, much more cheerier than earlier. Itachi smiled gently as he saw the two starting to converse about something- only god knows what before something crossed his mind, causing him to frown. This situation reminded him of an incident about ten years ago when he was 8. A boy named Kyuubi with fiery red hair and maroon eyes had fallen mysteriously like this boy had. Kyuubi had then had to return and Itachi had been heartbroken at losing his friend; he couldn't let Sasuke go through that- he had to dispose of the blond before too much happened; but just looking at that innocent face, he found himself not wanting to harm him. A gust of wind made the blond shiver and Sasuke looked concerned.

"Do you want to come in?" he asked his new friend. Naruto shook his head.

"I best be going home- do you know how to get to Konoha from here?" he asked the slightly taller boy. Sasuke frowned before grinning.

"That's a good joke. You're in Konoha, dobe." The raven grinned. Naruto's eyes widened and he looked to Itachi as if wanting some sort of explanation- to which the older brother couldn't provide at that moment as someone had just walked up the front path.

"Okāsan!" Sasuke yelled, running towards the woman with raven hair. Once again, Naruto was nervously shuffling his feet. The woman embraced her youngest son and kissed him on the cheek whilst giving her older son a hug. She then turned to see Naruto.

"Itachi, who's-" her question was cut off as Sasuke dragged her down to whisper in her ear.

"That's Uzumaki Naruto. He's from there," Sasuke told her, pointing towards the floor as he did so. Her eyes widened with understanding and she smiled at the boy before walking over to him and giving him a hug.

"Hello there Naruto-kun, how are you? My name's Mikoto." She told him, ruffling his hair. Naruto looked confused for a moment and gazed into the warm brown irises of the woman before him.

"I know your mother, Naruto and I also know your father. Minato and Kushina, right?" she asked, smiling pleasantly at the blond whose eyes seemed to light up at the mention of his parents.

"Really? How do you know them?" he asked in awe. The woman smiled sadly at him.

"We went to the same school," she told him. Naruto nodded eagerly and grinned.

"Would you like to stay for tea, Naruto? I'm sure your mother wouldn't mind," she told him. Naruto nodded eagerly and followed the Uchiha's into the house which had the same layout as his own but with no upstairs. There was, however, a cellar.

Sasuke and Naruto sat on the former's futon, laughing and talking about their lives. Sasuke told Naruto of how his older brother was part of a prestigious force that helped maintain order in the town and Naruto relayed stories of how, after his father had died, his mother had become a nurse to help people with the illness that he had suffered from. Sasuke listened with intensity, nodding at every word the blond said, captivated by the life in his movement.

"Say, Sasuke- can I tell you something?" Naruto asked. Sasuke smiled and shifted closer.

"Of course," he replied, leaning on his hands, willing to hear what the boy had to say.

"I- I don't want to go home. I love my mum to pieces but recently my step-dad hasn't been very nice," he whispered. Sasuke blinked slowly and stood up.

"Take my hand Naruto, I want to show you something," he whispered, extending his hand. Naruto took it and the raven lead him to the entrance to the cellar.

"I need you to know that none of this was your fault and don't worry, you're perfectly safe," Sasuke whispered as he grabbed Naruto's other hand and used it to open the door to the cellar.

"Sasuke? What's going on?" Naruto asked as the door swung open, revealing a flight of stairs. They were wooden and rickety, just like the ones in his own house.

"You haven't figured it out yet," Sasuke whispered as the two started to descend.

"Figured what out?" Naruto asked. Sasuke smiled as they reached the bottom, grabbing the light switch in his free hand and pulling. The cellar lit up, showing a few broken shelves and something red.

"Don't be scared, I'm right here," Sasuke whispered, kissing his friend on the forehead before letting go of his hand. Slowly, the ten year old advanced forward to where most of the damage was and placed his hands over his mouth when he saw the scene before him.

"Don't be scared Naru-chan; it's already happened. You just need to see it then we can let you have a place here in Konoha," Sasuke told his friend. Tears pricked the baby blues of the blond as he took in the sight of smashed up and overturned metal shelves. Underneath the heaviest of them, a small blond child with a puddle of red around his head. There was also a redheaded woman crying over the body.

"M-mum!" Naruto choked, running forward to try and touch her but the image disappeared in a wisp of smoke, leaving just the empty cellar and Sasuke behind.

"You died, Naruto- that's why you're here. Your dad's here too; he's the Hokage," Sasuke smiled. Naruto hiccupped.

"What about my mum! She won't be able to survive living with my step-dad!" he sobbed. Sasuke smiled knowingly.

"She'll be here soon if the tales of what my mother told me about her are true. She'll never leave her baby's side," he whispered, once more taking hold of the tan hand and leading him up the cellar stairs.

"Hey Sasuke, do we age here?" Naruto asked curiously. Sasuke chuckled.

"Yes, we do age and when the time comes, we move on up higher," Sasuke explained, pointing upwards as he did so.

"Everybody gets their own place here- it's a rule that's been set down from up top," Sasuke explained, smiling. Naruto sniffed.

"Will I be staying with you then?" he asked. Sasuke smiled sadly.

"Unfortunately for us, no. You'll be with your father and when your mother arrives, she'll join you two. But you're welcome to visit us any time you like!" Sasuke told the blond, who nodded in acceptance. Sasuke smiled.

"I really like you Naruto," he told the boy who was currently attached to his hand. Naruto blushed and smiled back.

"I really like you too Sasuke," he mumbled. Sasuke smiled but his head perked up when he heard a joyous yell from the front garden.

"Looks like your mum's here," he smiled. Naruto returned it once more, squeezing the hand tighter.

"Yup, she never leaves her baby's side," he grinned. Sasuke chuckled and led the blond out to the front garden where his mother was waiting.

"Naruto!" she cried out, running towards her baby boy. Naruto grinned and was swept up into a massive hug.

"Mum, mum! Dad's here too! He's Hokage!" Naruto yelled joyously. Kushina sniffed and wiped her eyes.

"Mum, why are you crying?" Naruto asked as he was set down. The redhead then gave her son the most dazzling smile he had ever seen.

"I'm just so happy," she told her son before a voice interrupted her.

"Kushina! Naruto!" Everyone turned around to see a blond male running up to them.

The Uzumaki's and Uchiha's had finally been re-united.

There was silence in the Uzumaki residence when the front door burst open, revealing a drunken man with pitch black hair. A bottle of sake was swinging at his side as he felt along the wall for the light-switch.

"Kushina? Naruto you little brat! Where are you?" he yelled drunkenly, only to be met with silence. Angered, he took off to the lounge, intent on watching some TV. His hand groped the wall for the light switch which he found in eventually. He flicked it up to be met with what he could only describe as horror. Kushina was hanging from the ceiling fan by her ex-husbands favourite scarf. Naruto was on the sofa with a severe head injury; it wouldn't have surprised the man if the boy was already dead. He fell onto his behind and scooted back towards the cellar where the door had mysteriously grown a dark plaque and blood-red cobwebs. His hand touched the door which swung open instantly. Six pairs of hands grabbed him -three pairs of tan, three pairs of alabaster- and dragged him backwards into a soaring heat from which he'd never come back. The number on the door then changed.

135

So! This is my new mini-series which has no plotline or timeline whatsoever! I know this one is a bit angsty and dark (and the next one's a tad angsty too) but I liked it :3 So, please review?

I really shouldn't be doing this- I mean, it's 5.25 am and I have school in about 2 hours. Clever me XD But still, I hope you liked this enough to leave your thoughts!