Declaimer:I do not own Naruto or the songs used. The closes I can get to owning Naruto is by buying the movies and video games. And I don't even want to own the songs. They're Michael Jackson's and should remain that way.
Who this chapter focuses on: Sasuke
Song: Is It Scary?
What album you can find this song on: Blood On The Dance Floor - HIStory In The Mix
My thoughts about this song: When I first heard of this song I was reading through the lyrics and it kinda gave me the image of an abandon house where many have died and their souls were not at rest. And then I listened to the song and Sasuke popped into my head.
Favorite line in song: "And if you want to see eccentrialities I'll be grotesque before your eyes."
I S
I T
S C A R Y ?
As the rain beat down on the windows and thunder boomed off in the distance it brought Sasuke little comfort to know that he was home alone.
Father, Mother, and Itachi had gone off to a ceremony held in honor of his father's name. Sasuke had also been invited but at the last minute had fallen ill. His mother and Itachi had insisted that one of them stay home with the eight year old but Sasuke had waved them off, saying that this was an important occasion for Father and he deserved to have every available family member their to share in his glory. Thus Sasuke was left behind with promises that they would bring him back cake and pictures and Father would tell him everything that had happened, not a single detail spared.
A rather loud boom, followed closely by lightening striking just outside the window had the young boy recoiling deeper into the little comfort of his brother's bed. Itachi's room had the thickest walls in the entire house— it made it somewhat easier to block out nature's roar.
The room lit up for a moment, not that the eight year old could tell, he had five layers of sheets covering his shivering body.
Under normal circumstances, Sasuke would be ashamed of himself. The brave Sasuke Uchiha, top student and the best at everything he does, afraid of a little lightening? The boy groaned; he could hear that dope, Naruto, making a big deal about it while his female classmates tried to save his pride.
Sasuke began to squirm under the sheets. He had to go to the bathroom; he'd been holding it in for almost an hour and a half now.
Peeking from under his self-made shelter, he looked around the room, warily. The storm had caused the power to go out some time ago, leaving the house dark until the next flash of lightening struck.
Quickly, he eased out of bed, shivering as his bare feet touched the cool, wooden floor. Second-guessing himself, Sasuke turned back to the bed. He could hold it in a little longer.
"No!" He turned back to the room's entrance, hands balled into fist at his side. Why was he being so childish? He'd walk through the house plenty of times in the dark. Why would this time be any different?
Sucking in a large breath of air, he built up the confidence to leave the safety of his brother's room.
And just when he'd placed a hand on the doorknob.... he seen it.
For the briefest of moments the room was filled with light and just below the door on the opposite side was a shadow. From where he stood he could not tell for sure if it was a person's shadow or just some object out in the hall. One thing was for sure, he did NOT want to find out.
Taking baby-steps back, the Uchiha did not allow his gaze to leave the door. It wasn't until he fell over backwards did he realize that he'd reached the bed. He yelped out in pain/shock as his head bumped the wall. Why did Itachi have to have his bed pushed up right against the corner of the room?
Sitting up in the bed, his legs tangling over the edge, he continued to stare at the door, waiting for the next flash of lightening to see if there really was a shadow on the opposite side. His wish was granted as a minute later as thunder and lightening echoed throughout the room.
He breathed a sigh of relief. His mind was playing tricks on him. There was nothing there.
At least... not by the door.
Something hit beneath the bed, causing it to jump every bit of an inch off the floor.
Quickly, not even registering what he was doing, Sasuke dashed towards the door, flinging it open and running down the hall. Somewhere, in the very back of his mind, he heard his mother warning him not to run in the house.
Turning a corner too fast, he lost his footing, sliding across the floor. He stopped just in time to avoid being sent on a one-way flight down the stairway.
His head snapped back down the hall where he could still see the entrance to Itachi's room. Biting his bottom lip, he stared hard at the closed door.
Hadn't he left it open???
Getting back on his feet, Sasuke rushed down the stairway, just barely catching himself in time when his foot missed a step. At the bottom of the stairway, he was unable to stop, thus he continued running until he smacked dead on into the wall across from the stairs.
He groaned in pain, rubbing at the side of his face that came in contact with the wall.
Creek, Creek
Eyes snapping wide open to their full height, Sasuke turned back in the direction he'd just came from.
All fluid left his body in any way possible.
There's a ghost out in the hall
There's a ghoul beneath the bed
Now it's coming through the walls
Now it's coming down the stairs
Turning on his heel, Sasuke tore his way down the hall. In the dark, he constantly bumped into furniture and ran into walls, still he never stopped, not even for a second to sooth his pain. Who knows, that split second of rest could be the only thing standing between life and death.
He ran towards the front of the house, hoping to be able to escape through the front door and find help. There's a theft in his house!
He could hear something moving behind him. He didn't dare look back.
The front entrance! He could see it!
Pushing himself just a little more, Sasuke dashed forward, making a jump for the door when he was close enough.
"Nooo!!" he yanked at the door, twisted and turned the knob, even tried to knock it down but nothing worked. It wouldn't budge. He pulled harder, hoping against hope that the door would magically open RIGHT NOW.
A howl came from behind him. Sasuke couldn't help himself; he had to look.
At first, he did not see anything, then, from the corner of his eye, a movement caught his attention. He turned his head in the direction of the movement, seeing the outline of a figure. He stared at it long and hard, hoping that whatever was there had not notice him.
The top of the figure, its head, moved from side to side, looking around. It looked right over the young Uchiha, not seeing the small boy shaking by the door.
From the window, lightening once again entered the room. It was then that Sasuke got a clear view of what was standing at the room's entrance.
It wasn't human. He didn't know what the hell it was!
Suddenly, the thing's eyes landed on him.
If Sasuke could, he probably would have wet himself again!
He was frozen in place as the thing moved closer. He noted its dripping form, somewhat disgusted that it was leaving a trail of inky black globs on the floor. He looked towards the face, only to see a mask of a woman's face, a long crake going down the right side of it. (1)
They stood across from each other at arms' length, staring each other down. Then, in the blink of an eye, the being sunk down into the floor, disappearing from view. Seconds later, another howl shook the house.
Sasuke, finally noticing his heart race was unusually high, did not have enough time to calm himself as he too fell to the floor; his fears knocking him unconscious.
In the shadows of the house, Hollow eyes watched their little mouse.
Then there's screaming in the dark
Hear the beating of his heart
Can you feel it in the air?
Ghosts be hiding everywhere
Sitting above the Uchiha mansion, a raven sat, black dots spinning within red eyes.
A small smile crept on the person's face as, after a half hour of waiting, the small child inside the house rose from the floor, holding his head. Suddenly, as if remembering something, the boy looked around, furiously searching for something that wasn't there.
The raven watched as Sasuke slowly crept his way away from the front door, unwillingly going deeper into the Uchiha household once more. Obviously the front entrance was a no go.
On the roof of the house, the figured frowned; its goal was to get Sasuke to leave— not remain inside.
Well, that was what Plan B was made for, right? He would break the young Uchiha down before the night was over with. For now he would sit back and enjoy the show.
I'm gonna be
Exactly what you wanna see
It's you whose haunting me
You're warning me
To be the stranger
In your life
Sasuke bit the inside of his cheek, trying his damn hardest not to let out a whimper. He was hidden behind the curtains in the living room, a place he'd quickly dived into without thinking to avoid being seen by the approaching figures entering the room at this very moment.
He watched the six black cloaked figures float about the room. Like the ink blob he'd seen earlier by the front entrance, these things also hide their face behind a mask— or was the mask their actual face? He shivered at the thought of the empty space that may exist where their face should be.
Sasuke also noticed something that set these monsters apart from the one he'd encountered earlier: They weren't dripping ink. In fact they looked like they only had a sheet covering them.
Were these even ghosts?
One came close enough for him to reach out and touch it without having to revile his hiding spot. His hand did not go straight through like he'd expected it would with a real ghost.
Then... if this was not some wondering soul haunting him... what was it?
A certain blonde dope came to mind. Of coarse that idiot what try to pull something like this off, probably to scare him and then brag about it at school tomorrow.
Well, Sasuke would not give him the pleasure of doing so.
Grabbing a handful of the "monster's" cloth, Sasuke yanked it off.
...
... ....
... ... ...
There was nothing there.
Am I amusing you
Or just confusing you
Am I the beast
You visualized
And if you wanna to see
Eccentrialities
I'll be grotesque
Before your eyes
Unfortunately, with coming out of his hiding place, he had gained all of the moving figures' attention. Slowly, they drifted towards him, encircling him. He turned round and round, not wanting to leave himself open for an attack.
Minutes seemed to turn into hours as the six figures— now five since he'd disrobed one and it seemed to have disappeared into thin air— just floated there.
His body was tense, waiting for the slightest movement from one of them before he would launch into attack.
More minutes went by and still nothing. To be honest, Sasuke was starting to get annoyed. Would they just do isomething/i already! The Uchiha only had so much patience and he was using it up very quickly.
Just when he was about to say screw it and charge at the closest one, they all moved back, as if sensing the change in his aura.
Confused, the eight year old Uchiha, blinked, and stared at the wavering ghosts. What were they planning?
No sooner had the thought left his mind did the room become filled with a blinding blue light. He shielded his eyes with one hand, squinting to try to see where the light was coming from. Sasuke could just make out the flickering outline of the spirits.
Finally, after what he assumed was five minutes, the light began to dim down. His eyes adjusted quickly enough for him to dodge an oncoming attack. Suddenly, there were hits coming from everywhere.
Well... he had wanted them to attack...
One hit him in the stomach, sending him flying out the room's entrance and into the hall. He hit the wall, sure that there was a dent in it now before sliding down it.
Gridding his teeth, he got back on his feet, a hand on the wall to keep him steady. That was one hell of a hit!
He could still see into the room, which was a complete mess now. They were still standing there, all five of them. It annoyed Sasuke that, other than that one, he had not managed to take down another. Those things were freaking strong as hell!
But... there was something different about them now. Something he couldn't quiet put his finger on. What could it be?
And, just like that, it came to him. They'd changed— transformed completely! The mask was still there but even that had been renewed.
No longer were they these sheet-covered, floating, transparent spirits. They actually had a figure now, a statuette representation of a creature. They were much smaller than the last things he'd seen before the blue light, but significantly-larger than any person he'd seen.
What the hell were these things!?
As if reading his thoughts, they all turned to him at once. Sasuke flinched back.
"You want to know what are?" asked what Sasuke assumed was the leader of the group.
"We are 'Adjuchas'." (2)
Let them all materialize
Is that scary for you baby
Am I scary for you oh
Is it scary for you baby
Is it scary for you
You know the stranger is you
Is it scary for you baby
He didn't know how'd he'd pulled it off, he didn't even remember the last ten minutes it took to get here, but whatever had happened left him shaking under his parents' bed. From his position he had a great view of both the bedroom door and the window that sat on the wall between his spot and the door. So far, neither has been opened nor has a shadow passed by them. He would like to believe that he was safe now.
He would like to believe that.
Twenty-something odd minutes went by without any misfortunes. All was silent in the Uchiha house. The boy's imagination, however, was a completely different story. With each moment that went by, he became more and more paranoid.
What if they were just outside the door, planning to ambush him at this very moment? Sasuke was nothing more than a sitting duck. It would be easy to capture him in his current state. There was nowhere to go. He was under the bed in a corner of the room; the only way he could get out was to crawl forward and the only way to get into the room was either through the door or the window where from both he'd be spotted as soon as he left his hiding spot.
Sasuke was screwed.
The wooden floor was cold against his barley covered body. He'd had a high fever earlier and had been unbearably hot, thus resulting in him shedding his thick pajamas and replacing them with a much thinner tank top and shorts. Now he was regretting it. Along with the power, the heat had gone out; leaving the house feeling like it was out in the middle of the North Pole.
He shivered, curling more into himself than he already was. He had no heat cycling through his body.
More minutes went by before he dared poke his upper body from beneath the bed. He turned slightly so that he was lying on his side to reach one hand up to grab the quilt-like blanket off his parents' bed. With this task accomplished, he quickly dove back under the bed, cocooning himself in the blanket. Much better...
His eyes began to droop as the warmth from the blanket made him drowsy. He tried to fight it off but as more time went by and his body soaked in more heat, it became harder and harder. Finally, his eyes fluttered close and did not reopen.
Sasuke was awoken by a hard, loud thumping beneath him. Something had hit the floor hard enough to push his body a good inch off the surface. He gritted his teeth as his head bumped the bottom railings of the bed.
Rubbing his head, he slowly crawled from underneath the bed once more, quilt still surrounding him. His nap had left him feeling drowsier than before and he was sure his fever had come back.
Walking slowly— the room was spinning like crazy— he made his way to the corner opposite of the bed, between the bedroom door and window. Wrapping the quilt tighter against his shivering-hot body, he sunk down in the corner so that the left side of his body and his back was pushed up against a wall. He tilted his head back, eyes closed, and breath in as much oxygen as his lungs would allow. In one smooth movement he rolled his head against the wall to his side, breathing out and half opening his eyes, staring at the his toes.
What was he suppose to do now? He didn't want to leave the safety of his parents' room but he also did not want to stay here with those... what did they call themselves again...those Adjuchas roaming about.
Sighing again, he let his eyes drift close once more. He could try to wait it out and hope that his family makes it back soon. But what were the chances of that happening? With the storm being so bad, they may not make it back until tomorrow or whenever the storm dies down.
For now he had no choice but to stick with the present and pray that the future would turn out much better than it was now.
With his head leaned against the wall, his ear was also. He could hear everything going on in the hall outside the room, not that there was much to hear. What did creep him out, though, was the fact that he could hear movement on the other side of the wall. Movement that he knew should not be there but was too afraid to do something about it. So, Sasuke just sat there, listening to the heavy footsteps going up and down the hall along with the groans, moans, and grumbles that come through the walls every couple of minutes. He continuously prayed that none of those things would come into the room.
Out of the corner of his eyes— he'd reopened them after hearing something right outside of the door— he spotted something move. And there was a stench, a very unpleasant one that made you want to chop off your own nose and everyone else's too.
Thinking that it was one of the Adjuchas— or Menos or Gillian as he learned some of them were called from the Aduchas during his battle with them earlier— Sasuke quickly got onto his feet, prepared to run like hell if he had to.
He examined the room, looking for anything suspicious enough to make him abandon his secrete hiding place without a first thought.
In the corner opposite of him sat his mother's old rocking chair. Sasuke remembered that, back when he was five, he would often sit there on his mother's lap while she told him stories of brave worries and their great adventures. He loved those stories and sometime even Itachi and their father would join them to be lost in her great tales of mystery and suspense, terror and the supernatural, and of romance and drama.
Lately, the chair hasn't seen too much of the Uchihas, though that would not explain why now the empty chair rocked back and forth. Was the chair just moving in the breeze? Sasuke shook his head. That wasn't possible. Where would the wind come from? Not a window in the room was opened.
He stood there petrified, with frightened eyes, for a full half minute, wanting to believe that this was all some sort of horrible nightmare. If Sasuke had not been so out of it, he would have, and should have, freaked out when the chair first began to move ten minutes ago.
"Sassssukeee. Sasssssssukeeeee." A raspy voice called out to him from no where but echoed from every direction of the room. "Come here my child. Come heeerrrrrrree."
He would not have gone closer even if the voice had not told him.
The chair stopped rocking. Should he take that as a good sign or a bad one? Either way, he was not going to stick around to find out.
Sasuke couldn't have gotten out of the room faster than if there wasn't a wall there to begin with.
There's a creak beneath the floor
There's a creak behind the door
There's a rocking in the chair
But nobody sitting there
There's a ghostly smell around
But nobody to be found
And a coughin' and a yawnin'
Where restless soul's spoke
On the opposite side of the house, one of many unwanted guest wandered through the mini-mansion. It was the red eyed raven from earlier.
Slowly, he made his way down the deserted halls, observing his master piece. Each time he passed a door, voices would emanate from the empty room. Objects moved with nothing to trigger its movement. Heavy footsteps could be heard but not a single body to be found— not even his body could be seen by the naked eye.
That would probably explain why, just as he turned down a new hall, the only living being in the entire residence ran right through him. The red eyed figure turned, noting with a sense of pleasure that the Uchiha had stopped running to stare at the spot where he stood.
Sasuke seemed drawn to the spot and couldn't stop his body from going back to take a closer look. Not aware of it, his every movement was being recorded deep into the unnoticed raven's mind. Sasuke reached a hand out in front of him, shivering and quickly snapping it back. He held the burning hand to his chest, his other hand rubbing it. Why was this spot so bloody cold?
He took a few steps back before turning and dashing from the area as fast as he could. He could feel something right behind him but he knew it was pointless to look back; there would be nothing there.
Sasuke was right, the red-eyed raven was right on his heel, smirking. He was impressed with the Uchiha speed, though his other abilities were still up for debate. He wanted to see what the Uchiha was made of.
He wanted to and he would. The night was still young, there was so much more fun to be had before the final act.
I'm gonna be
Exactly what you gonna see
So did you come to me
To see your fantasies
Performed before your very eyes
Sasuke bite his lip, not caring that there was now blood sliding down his chin. He hadn't been spotted yet, thankfully, but it was only a matter of time before he would be: he was sure of it.
For his home to be so big, there were surprisingly very few places to hide. Or maybe he wasn't very good at hiding in the first place. Sasuke Uchiha had never been a run-and-hide type of guy, preferring to stay and face whatever head on.
Every occasion has it's acceptance though.
He peeked in through the entrance to the dinning room. Straight through there was the kitchen and in the kitchen was a door that would lead into the backyard and from there he would go to the neighbors' house and call for help.
If he could make it that far.
In the dinning area, ghost and ghouls floated about, chatting with each others like it was a family reunion. Maybe it was— they all kind of resembled each other with their abnormal glowing and see-through forms.
They looked like they were having fun...
He shook his head. Now as not the time to get side tracked.
Music began to play and, as hard as he tried to ignore it, Sasuke's attention was drawn back into the dinning room. The ghost had all gathered in the center of the room, the furniture had been moved to a corner of the room.
As one, the glowing figures began to move in an elegant dance of horror that no living person could ever dream of making up. Half of them took on the forms of humans, some of which Sasuke recognized as younger versions of his friends' grandparents. The other half transformed into more solid, human forms of themselves, possible what they looked like before death cursed them to their new bodies.
Sasuke watched in amazed fear as the spirits began to attack each other; a battle between the dead and the living had begun.
When the battle was over, they switched roles. The living went back to being the dead and the dead had become the living.
The spirits, somehow tied down to the Uchiha compound, only means of vengeance on those who killed them was to role play with each other until their thirst for revenge was satisfied.
Sasuke stood there and watched the creatures go through three more bloodless, gruesome battles. There were cries of pains that squeezed his heart, powerful blows he could feel though he himself was nowhere near the attacker, and wounds that tricked him into believe that that was his arm or leg or head rolling across the floor.
It was sickening but for the love God he could not turn away from the dance of death. It was just that beautiful.
Hours went by and the battle began like someone kept rewinding his or her favorite fighting scene in a movie. And each time the Uchiha sat through it, watching with just as much interest as the first battle.
Finally he could take no more. The longer he sat here, the higher his chances were of being spotted. There was no way he would make it through the dinning room without being spotted. He would have to look for another route to an exit.
Quietly, he sneaked off from the ongoing battle.
A haunting ghostly treat
The foolish trickery
And spirits dancing
In the light
He went up to his bedroom, remembering that there was a staircase in his closet that leads up into the attic. Though, in all the scary movies he'd watch, he knew that the last two places you ever want to go in a hunted house was the basement or the attic. He'd seen much stranger things in all the other rooms, what could possible be hiding in the supposedly scariest parts of the house?
However, he never made it as far as a step through his bedroom door.
Why did it seem that behind every door lie an unwanted treat?
Sasuke stood, motionless, staring into the mirror of himself that stood in the middle of his room. His body forced him to step fully into the room, the door shutting itself behind him.
He wanted to turn around and yank on the door to let him out, though his control over his body seemed to be on a short coffee break. Instead, he could only stand and stare at himself.
Ten minutes went by with no movement. Sasuke stared at his "ghost"— he had no other idea of what to call it— and his ghost stared down at the floor. Finally, he dared step forward, his muscles tensing up the closer he got to his duplicate. He stopped when he was at arms length from it.
Sasuke expected for it to attack him, or look at him, or something. But no, it continued to look downward. His hand reached out without his command, resting on his twin's shoulder. Sasuke bit his bottom lip, waiting for something to happen. Under his hand, he felt his ghost began to shake. He wanted to withdraw his hold on the creature; however, his hand remained where it was and his gripe tightened without permission.
"Look at me." It took a minute for him to realize that it was himself whom had spoken. When his command was not followed immediately, Sasuke repeated himself, ever so slightly annoyed.
Slowly, the glowing head of his ghost rose to stare at him.
Their eyes met.
Sasuke's breath caught in his throat. His hand fell from the ghost's shoulder like he'd been brunt. He stumbled backwards, just barely catching himself before he tripped over his own two feet and hit the ground.
Those eyes!
In those eyes, so like a young deer, not willing to surrender even as it faced the hounds that bayed for its blood, was a hopeful innocence.
A chill ran up and down Sasuke's spine. This place was messing with his mind, he ought to leave, continue on with his quest to get out of here, not be turned aside by evil distractions.
He shivered in his thin clothing at the thought of going back out into the more unpredictable parts of the house. Reluctantly he turned toward the door.
He'd rather take his chances out there.
A hand tapped his shoulder. Freezing up, it took all his will-power to turn and look at his ghost.
He was prepared for anything....
....but this.
But if you came to see
The truth the purity
It's here inside
A lonely heart
Sasuke gasped, a small hand rushing up to cover his mouth. Tears appeared at the corner of his eyes, but his shock would not let them fall. He stumbled backwards again, bumping into himself. When had his replica moved? The ghost Sasuke cried out, falling to the floor and crumbling into a pile of dust, blown away shortly after by an unfelt wind.
"Itachi?!"
So let the performance start
Is that scary for you baby
Am I scary for you oh
Am I scary for you baby
Am I scary for you
So tell me is it scary for you baby
So tell me is it crazy for you baby
Am I scary for you
Itachi smirked, bending down so that he was at eye level with the Uchiha. "If I were Itachi, would you run away?" He asked, his grin widening. He placed a hand on Sasuke's shoulder continuing with, "Or would you stay here, hoping I would protect you from the ghosts that haunt this godforsaken place?"
Sasuke winched, the hold on his shoulder tightening. Something just did not seem right. Truth is, at this moment, he would much rather face what creatures lurked outsides his room than stay in here with his brother.
He felt terrible for feeling that way.
"We should try getting out of here," he suggested, turning and going towards his closet door. "We can get to the attic through my closet and escape from there."
Just as he'd reached the closet door, Itachi appeared in front of him, blocking his only way to freedom. "Is that so?" his brother hissed, spreading his arms and legs out to further prevent Sasuke's escape through the closet.
Sasuke stepped back, surprised to see Itachi's eyes had turned red. Since when had his big brother acquired the mangekyo sharingan??
"Whoare you!?" the younger Uchiha scream, steadily moving away from 'Itachi'.
The red eyed raven smirked, the outline of his body pulsing with a dim blue light.
Instantly, Sasuke attacked. He remembered all too well what had happened last time something glowed that blue color.
Seemingly caught by surprised, the glowing body of his brother jumped back, dissolving through the wall. Sasuke rushed forward, yanking open the door to the closet. A cold chill of foreboding made him shiver. He closed the door and made his way out of the room.
There was no way he was going up into the attic now. He'd have to find another way out.
You know the stranger is you
Am I scary for ya
Sasuke almost wanted to let out a moan at what he was seeing. Yes, the ghost were still there and yes their bodies still glowed that strange blue color, but they were wearing costumes with masks. Wasn't their normal outfits scary enough!?
In the same dinning room where the bloodless battle had taken place only some time ago, had transformed into a hall of greatness. The place was lit up with bright lights, casting those who stood under them in a yellow glow.
Music began to play.
Like the battle that had taken place earlier, this dance was just a gruesomely beautiful. But these figures moving around the makeshift dance floor were not thirty for revenge— they were simple enjoying themselves after a long day's worth of fighting.
He didn't know how long he'd sat there, watching them spin around and around the room. The music went from a soft, sad melody to a hard, angry battle between the notes, one always trying to stand out more than the other. The spirits moved about faster and faster, their feet kicking up dust and burning a hole through the carpet. The temperature began to rise and Sasuke started to sweat.
And just when he thought things couldn't get any more unbearable.... the screams began.
Sasuke covered his ears, gritted his teeth, and curled up into the tightest ball he could get his body to form. The howls of the ghost still reached his ears, bouncing around inside his head and refusing to leave. Their screams were twelve times worse than their physical attacks.
Without his noticing, Sasuke's body was lifted from the floor. He'd been spotted and was now being carried to the center of the dinning room. Every lifeless soul flocked to form a circle around the trembling Uchiha.
"I must congratulate you, kid, for making it this far," a voice whispered directly in his ear. Sasuke tried to move away from the voice but the ghost held him in place. A shiver worked its way through him from the chilling touch. The dead weren't supposed to be able to touch the living, right?
His body was spun around and stopped so suddenly his right ankle gave way and he plowed into the ground face-first. Swallowing his whimper of pain, he forced himself to look up at what he did not want to see.
He gasped. There was no denying the resemblance that appeared on the figure hovering over him. Silky long raven hair, blood thirsty red eyes, flawless pale skin, a slender figure, and that husky voice that all his male relatives possessed. There was no doubting it...
This man was an Uchiha.
It was as if he could read Sasuke's mind for a knowing smirk appeared on his features. "Glad to see that those brain cells are just as sharp now as there were sixty years ago. I assume that you do not know who I am though, am I right?"
Sasuke shook his head. Something told him that he should know and fear this guy but for the sake to save his own life, he didn't know what it was he wasn't aware of.
The Uchiha-look-alike bend down, poking Sasuke's forehead with his index and middle finger like Itachi had done so many times before. "The name's Madara and I am the guy that's going to kill you tonight."
Masquerade the heart
Is the height of haunting souls
Just not what you seek of me
Can the heart reveal the proof
Like a mirror reveals the truth
See the evil one is you
He wanted to move, he seriously did. His brain was working overtime trying to get his body to cooperate. However, not a single muscle moved. Sasuke was glued in that spot, frozen in fear. The fact that he still managed to fill his lungs with oxygen amazed him.
From no where, harsh winds filled the room. Sasuke's hair flapped furiously behind him while not even a single strand of hair moved on Madara's head.
Invisible blades appeared in the air, slicing through anything that got in their way. Sasuke did not dare move even if he could. Where he was currently standing seemed to be the only safe place in the room. The closet these sharp blades of wind got to him was cutting a thin line across his right cheek and even then, he didn't move.
Now, don't be fooled— Sasuke was scared out of his mind. Every time a nearby ghost was sliced to death he found himself jumping and recoiling away.
It only took a maximum of five minutes before only Sasuke and Madara Uchiha were the only ones left standing. They stood about a meter or so away from each other, not saying a word. Sasuke wanted to run away but feared turning his back to the other man for even one moment.
This was the quietest the house has been since Sasuke discovered the restless spirits in his home hours ago.
Was this it then? After everything he'd went through today, this was what it all boiled down to? He was about to fight one of his ancestors.
Throughout Sasuke's short career as a ninja-in-training, this was easily the greatest performance he'd ever done. Those other times the fights were just practice— this was the real deal; he was fighting for his life.
Every punch and kick of every combination landed somewhere on the ghost Uchiha.
Sasuke's successful blows could only last for so long, however. He wasn't a match for Madara, plain and simple.
Sasuke had been concentrating too hard on a new jutsu he'd learnt from Itachi the other day to notice the fire balls from Madara's fingertip flying towards him. They connected, sending him tumbling backwards to the ground and sliding across the room.
Walls rose up from the floor, imprisoning him. The stone prison's wall drew closer and closer, giving Sasuke less and less space to move. The only way out was to make a jump for it. His senses warned him of the danger, but he was already in midair and couldn't avoid the inky tentacles that shot from the ghost's fingers. The substance knocked him to the floor once again, engulfing him in its sticky mass. Sasuke grunted at the slimy feel surrounding him. After much struggling, he managed to free himself.
Madara was inches away from striking him, Sasuke never saw the hit coming. He only felt two feet strike the side of his head, sending him flying into a wall on the opposite side of the room. He slides down the wall, clutching the bleeding side of his left head.
The young Uchiha stared at the ghost with his one good eye; his other one had thick clumps of blood covering it. He wasn't sure he could defeat his ancestor alone, and even if he could, he was sure that Madara would only regenerate back into his current form. Kakashi had warned him once before to, "Never, ever, under any circumstances assume that the bad guy is dead." Sasuke was dealing with a killer who's nonhuman. Stabbing him won't work, shooting him won't work, and basic hand-to-hand combat damn sure wasn't working.
While he tried to figure out a way to beat the ghost, said man continued to attack the living raven. Madara beat the boy so hard that Sasuke, I kid you not, started having heart palpitations.
His vision began to dim around the edges. Far, far away, somewhere just on the edge of his senses, he could hear words being spoken.
"You will join me now." Madara stated, picking the younger raven up by his neck.
Sasuke carefully shook his head, managing to let out a weak, "No."
"You will!"
Is that scary for you baby
Am I scary for you oh
Am I scary for you baby
Is it scary for you
So tell me am I scary for you baby
Am I scary for ya baby
Is is scary for ya baby
Am I scary for you
(I don't wanna talk about it)
"Answer me!"
He wouldn't give him the joy of doing so.
"Sasuke!"
"No!"
"Sasuke! Open your eyes!"
"NO!" he cried out again, much louder than last time.
A hand was shaking him. Sasuke yelled out, almost in pain. "Leave me alone!!"
"Sasuke wake up! You're dreaming!"
There was no way…
'Itachi?'
"Sasuke, wake up. You're scaring your mother." That was his dad's voice.
Sasuke, without realizing it, shot up from his lying position, bumping heads with an unsuspecting Itachi. They both fell back with a cry, holding their thumping temples.
"Damnit Sasuke! That hurt!" hissed his brother, glaring at him. Sasuke winced, offering Itachi an apology. Itachi sighed, waving him off. "It's s'kay, just happy that you're not screaming your head off anymore. You nearly gave Mom a heart attack."
At the mention of their mother, the two younger Uchiha looked towards the shaking woman. Seeing her youngest son okay, she rushed forward, nearly knocking Itachi over in her haste to get besides Sasuke. She hugged the boy tight to her chest, only loosening her hold on him when the other two in the room managed to convince her that she was shortening Sasuke's life rapidly with her bone crushing hug. She apologized, letting him go.
Sasuke closed his eyes, falling back on the couch where he'd fallen asleep with a sigh. A dream: a nightmare. That's all it was, nothing to be worried about. It was all over now. What a relief!
He heard his mother say she was going to fix him something to eat. He hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. His father promised he would tell him everything that happened at the ceremony after he unloaded everything from the car. Itachi went out to help him. The youngest Uchiha was left alone in the room. Sasuke lay there, rethinking his dream. So odd…
"Sasuke."
The Uchiha's eyes snapped opened. He knew that voice! He sat up, looking around the room in alarm. Where had that voice come from!?
"Up here, brat."
Sasuke looked up, his heart beat doing everything but beating at its normal pace.
Madara Uchiha lie across the ceiling over the couch, a glowing dusty grayish blue light emitting off him, smirking down at his bug-eyed young relative.
He was far from done with the boy.
Am I scary for you baby
Am I scary for you
I'm tired of being abused
You know you're scaring me too
I see the evil is you
Is it scary for you baby
(1) I don't know how many of you have seen the 11th episode of Inuyasha called 'Terror of the Ancient Noh Mask'. Basically that's how the ghost/thingy looks.
(2) Menos, Gillian, and Adjuchas are terms you can look up more information about from Bleach.
o.o' Holy mow cow this chapter is long! Sorry for the long wait, I hope this makes up for it.