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Haunted Ichiraku
Prologue
The day had been a busy one for our main character. Tsunade-baa-chan had sent him on some boring errands, Sakura had asked him to be his training partner (which wasn't so bad), and so on. Night had quickly fell on the village, and the sixteen year old couldn't wait to chow down some delicious, exquisite, overwhelming, gorgeous, mouth-watering, eye widening Ichiraku ramen! He mentally fisted the air.
He arrived at his goal only to find it deserted. Basically: closed. He sighed sadly, cursing himself under his breath for not realising the time. As he turned to walk away, depressed, he caught a glimpse of a moving figure glaring at him with golden eyes from around the corner of the shop. He couldn't make out any clothes, accessories or facial expressions; Nothing. It just looked like a black figure.
Naruto blinked in confusion. 'It must just be the shadows, right?' He thought, trying to calm down his now fast beating heart: ghosts and such weren't really his strong point. 'Ossan is still up?' he wasn't really asking himself when he thought that: he was more of convincing himself. For some reason, he had a feeling that whatever was over there glaring at him wasn't human. Or no longer one. Its presence was defiantly there, but then again, it wasn't. He couldn't even describe to himself what he could feel.
After calming down a bit, he reluctantly strolled up to the unknown figure.
"Um, O-Ossan?" he asked, and as fast as lightning, the shadow-like presence disappeared from in front of him and instead now stood behind him.
He realised this and whipped his head around. But it was too late…
Everything went black.