Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto -.- Unfortunately

This is something I thought of when I heard the Trans-Siberian Orchestra version of Carol of the Bells but I've always been thinking about how to do this fanfiction for a while now. Anyway warning time!

WARNING: THIS IS NARUSASU WHICH MEANS GUY ON GUY IF YOU DON'T LIKE DON'T READ!

Sasuke might me a little OOC. I tried my best to portray his character but I mean we can't always do perfect.

There is a OC in here and that would be Sasuke's child. They are also a major part of the story so if you don't like OC's this is not the story for you.

Enjoy! =)

A lone figure scrambled noiselessly, tossing clothes and heaving bags back and forth. Tonight was the night. Tonight was the night he was finally going to break free. He was finally going to get far away from this god-forsaken place he was brought to. In the dark with only the moon was his light the figure moved swiftly and carefully. He couldn't leave any tracks behind that would lead them to find him. To find both of them. After everything was packed and the bed was stuffed to fit his sleeping image, the figure grabbed his bags and ran quietly to the room connecting to his. A small bundle was wrapped sot pink covers and the figure couldn't help but smile softly. However the happy feeling was short-lived. He had to get them out of there and fast.

Using the same technique as he used in his own room, the figure quickly gathered all of the clothes and belongings from tables to dressers ad stuffed them into bags. There wasn't really that much to take. They only needed the bare necessities to get them by until they could find their own place to live far, far, far away from here. After he was done the figure snatched a coat from the closet and went toward the bed shaking the small bundle gently. Said bundle moaned sleepily and turned away from the person trying to wake it however the figure continue to shove until the bundle sat up completely, revealing a small girl no older than the age of five. Her long silky hair shined by the moons light. Her pale skin glowed and her black eyes blinked sleepily. Slowly she turned toward the figure beside her bed before cocking her head to the side in confusion.

"Papa?" She whispered. The figure lifted a finger and grabbed the girl only to put the coat on her.

"You'll have to be quiet. We're leaving." The figure stated quietly. The girl nodded and finished putting her coat on while the figure went and grabbed the small bags.

"Where are we going papa?" The girl breathed softly. The figure shook his head underneath the large black cloak. He didn't know where they were going. Just as long as they were gone that was all that mattered.

With that thought in mind the figure and the young girl made their way quietly out of the back door farthest away from a particular bedroom in the house. The cold winter air blew harshly as if telling them to go back into the house. The figure just shivered slightly, wrapped his arms around the young girl to shelter her from the cold, and made his way down the road into the city. They couldn't take the car, it would be too noticeable. Plus the falling snow would cover up their tracks. The way the figure figured it, it would be morning by the time they found them gone and by then this blizzard would have covered their existence much less their tracks. They just needed to find a warm place to sleep tonight and in the morning, they would take the first train out of here.

However that was easier said than done. They had no money to sleep in a hotel. Sleeping in someone else's home was entirely out of the question as well was begging for shelter. The figure may be cold and hungry but he still had his pride to think about and he would not lose his dignity by begging like a common hobo. As the figure walked the streets he noticed how slower the little girl footsteps were getting. She was tired and sleepy. She wouldn't be able to go on any longer. The figure looked around swiftly before picking up the child and running into a nearby alley. There he sat behind a huge dumpster that hid them both away from anyone's view. The figure tucked the girl into his cloak and cradled her away from the disgusting dumpster smell the best he could. This would have to do for the night. The figure slowly started to nod off, finally feeling the sleepiness overcome him.

The loud sound of a dog's bark was what jolted the figure awake. He looked around sharply. He could practically feel their feet thudding upon the ground. This wasn't good. They weren't supposed to come till morning and they weren't supposed to bring dogs either! The figure desperately shook the girl in his arms awake. The girl sat up and rubbed her eyes.

"Papa?" She croaked for a second time that night. The figure quickly took her small hand into his own.

"Listen to me on the count of three I want you to run as fast as you can okay?" The figure commanded and the girl nodded in agreement. The figure took a deep breath and stood from his place but was greeted by the sight of four men all holding at least two leashes, which at the end, contained two snarling dogs, teeth bared and growls loud. The figure let out an audible gulp as he backed back into the wall behind him. The men chuckled at the sight.

"You thought you could get away...again didn't you?" One man said with a sneer. On his face was a long scar the figure recognized from the time they fought when the man tried to bring him back from running away. This time he must have been really irritated to send the dogs out. And an irritated him was never good. The figure moved stealthily against the wall keeping the young girl behind him at all times.

"You always would have gotten away if it weren't for the fact that you left right as the master was getting his nightly snack." The man continued as an ugly sneer grew upon his face. "He wasn't at all pleased that the mistress was gone but when he looked into your chambers, he absolutely lost it." To emphasis his point the dogs lunged at the two only to be choked back by their chains. The scarred man let out a laugh as the figure and the girl jumped away from the killer hounds. They needed a distraction. Something that would throw the dogs off long enough for them to make a break for it. The figure then noticed a long sausage in the dumpster and while the guards talked amongst themselves for a second, made a quick grab for it. Luckily the dogs caught the movement and when the figure drew his arm back to hurl the sausage across the street, the dogs were ready to bolt after it, causing the leashes to be yanked from the guards hands and for said guards to follow their hounds.

Immediately the figure grabbed the small girls hand and took off running down the streets. However it wasn't long before they could hear the pounding of the feet behind them. The figure prayed for someone to save them. They needed to get near a police station or somewhere where there was a crowd of people. Anywhere that would save them! The figure turned around quickly and saw that the dogs were gaining on them before cursing under his breath at their bad luck. The figure was so focused on getting away he didn't even notice the tiny hand slip from his grasp as the small girl twisted her ankle on a piece of ice.

"Papa!"

The figure glanced back and saw the young girl on the ground, her hand outstretched to him, the dogs right behind her. The figure swiftly turned around, almost slipping on the ice himself, as he ran back towards the girl. They would have to go through him first before they even thought about laying a hand on her. The figure quickly grabbed the girl's hand before throwing himself over her body as the dogs lunged into the air to attack and in the back of his mind; the figure swore he saw cerulean blue eyes before the only thing he could see was black.