An extremely short and rather pointless one-shot about the young Naruto on the evening of the Uchiha massacre.
This spawned from a much longer fic that I started, based on the same idea. Unfortunately, I got bored half-way through the first chapter and when I went back to it later I decided I didn't like it and chucked it away.
I did, however, enjoy writing this little ficlet, so at least the idea didn't completely go to waste.
And I may eventually write the fic I originally planned, I don't know. If so, this would be the prologue/first chapter.
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'Whoo!'
A small figure leapt from the branches, his loud cry of excitement disturbing the quiet peace of the woods. He landed on all fours on the leaf-covered ground with a muffled 'Thump', looking not unlike a cat. Bright cerulean eyes gazed up at the darkening sky, watching as a number of birds took flight, startled by the noise. His curiously marked cheeks stretched into a wide smile, and he quickly got to his feet and ran between the trees, sandals barely making a sound on the foliage carpet. He laughed to himself as he ran, free as the birds he had scared away, the last rays of sunlight illuminating his messy golden locks.
By the time he left the wooded area it had already grown dark, but the full moon shone down from the cloudless sky, lighting the empty streets. He had been playing for hours, but still he ran down the deserted street, footsteps echoing loudly – the energy of a young child is not to be underestimated. He may as well have been invisible, moving swiftly between the houses, as the few people he encountered paid little attention to him, and he did the same. While this treatment usually bothered him, right now he was free and happy, and he couldn't care less if he was ignored.
He did notice others, however, and as he made his way home he passed another boy his age. This was unusual, as there were not often many children out after dark. He had no-one to look after him, and therefore did he pleased, but there were very few others in the same position. He recognized this boy, though. He was a classmate of his from the academy, and one of the famous Uchihas. He was walking in the opposite direction, toward the large estate not far from the blonde's home. The Uchiha passed him with barely a glance, but the other boy couldn't help turning to look at him. The moonlight shone on the boy's raven hair, and he held himself rather proudly as he walked. A slightly amused look passed over the blonde's face, and he smiled to himself as he walked home.
When he reached his small apartment building, he paused and pulled a key out from under his shirt, where it hung on a string around his neck. As he turned to the door, he noticed a small movement out of the corner of his eye. His head shot round, and for a split second he could have sworn he saw the figure of a person crouched on a pole high above him, silhouetted against the moon, but then he blinked and it was gone and he wasn't sure if he'd even seen it at all. He furrowed his brow, and then shook is head slightly, turning back to the building.
It was just as he was closing the door that he heard the scream: a shrill, terrified cry that belonged to a voice he recognised. It sent a chill down his spine, and that night his dreams were haunted by the sound of a child's scream.
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I know, it's really bad, but I wrote it at like midnight when I couldn't sleep
And I will try to finish and upload the next chapter of Drunken Fridays, but I've been REALLY busy lately and am also suffering from the dreaded writer's block (this doesn't count, as I already had the idea and it's really short and crap anyway) and so I don't know how long it'll be.
Review if you want, I don't mind so much, but I'd just like to say that although I love all reviews, I really appreciate constructive criticism, as I am always looking for ways to improve my writing.