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Title: things that bump in the night
Author/Artist: ohwhatsherface
Pairing: Uchiha Sasuke x Haruno Sakura
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: other world, #6 darkness
Word Count: 1038
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
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It was just a legend and this was just a dare.
"What's it like in there?"
I jumped as Ino's voice broke the tense silence within the abandoned Uchiha Manor up on what townsfolk liked to call the Haunted Hill. The old house was home to one of Konoha's biggest scandals. Thirty years ago, Itachi Uchiha, after coming home from many, many years in the Asylum in Oto, murdered his entire family – or at least that's what they say.
No one really knew what happened to his younger brother, Sasuke; his body was never found.
It's a sad story, really. From the newspapers I've seen before, Sasuke, who apparently died at sixteen, was pretty hot.
"Cold," I answered as quietly as I could. It was wrong to be here. Very wrong. I couldn't help myself though. When Kiba and Naruto said I'd be too much of a wimp to go in the Haunted Uchiha Manor by myself, I couldn't help but take them up on that. All I had to do was go in up to the attic, shine my flashlight out the window for them to see from their place in Kiba's car across the street, and then I could go. "It's really cold and it's quiet."
"Are you scared?" she asked, matching my whisper. "I'd be scared if I went. Hell, I wouldn't have even gone."
Naruto laughed in the background. "Of course she's scared, Ino. Don't you ever listen to the stories? Whoever goes into the Uchiha house never comes back out. Why wouldn't she be scared?"
I rolled my eyes and moved my flashlight around. "I'm not—"
Creek.
Immediately, I jumped back and looked up at where I heard the squeak. What the hell was that? It came from the attic… I shook my head and pointed my flashlight up, dragging the light along the length of the top floor hallway. There was nothing there and no other footsteps could be heard so… I was alone.
Right?
Stop being stupid, Sakura. Ugh. I gave myself a good slap in the face and proceeded down the hall to where the stairs for the attic could be pulled down. At the end of the hall was a small, wooden table, now covered with layers of dust. There was a white, porcelain vase with what were probably flowers thirty years ago and behind it, a medium-sized mirror.
Looking in the mirror, I could've called myself the ghost of the Uchiha Manor. I touched my face, disgustingly pale with the bright moonlight coming out the large window nearby. Ugh. I pointed the flashlight at the mirror and flinched at how bright it got. I needed to get out of there.
"Sakura? Hey, are you okay! Forehead, answer me—"
"I'm fine," I hissed into the walkie-talkie, closing my eyes doing my yoga breathing to try regaining my composure because dammit she scared me again. "I just thought I heard some…thing…"
I froze. My eyes squeezed shut even tighter as something brushed along my neck. Inhaling sharply, I held in my whimper. Oh, god. What the hell is going on? As if that thing was listening to my thoughts, it chuckled. Someone was breathing behind me – something was alive in this house. I couldn't hear anything but I could feel the cold, cold, cold puffs of air dancing along my skin. The ghost or ghoul or spirit or my imagination grew bolder and suddenly it was gripping my arms.
"Open your eyes," it whispered – he whispered. Cool lips brushing along my ear and I shivered.
Grudgingly, I did so. All I could see behind me was a set of malicious red eyes and a taunting smirk on a handsome face framed by spikey black hair. Fuck. A ghost. He had to be a ghost. He looked like the second son – the one no one knew about. My heart beat wildly. I pointed the flashlight at the window and prayed one of those idiots outside would see me.
"Sakura Haruno, you cheater, I said flash it from the attic, not the second floor."
Before I could reply, the walkie-talkie was ripped from my hand and thrown across the hall. "No!" I screamed. I gathered what little courage I had and ripped away from him. Frantically, I searched the ground for the walkie-talkie. Where was it?!
"Ah!" I growled curses under my breath as he yanked me up by the hair. I could feel the strands being ripped from the roots. "Stop it!"
"Stupid girl," he hissed. He held me up by the throat. I could feel myself losing air. He laughed cruelly when I attempted to claw at him. "Foolish." He dropped me but grabbed my hair again to prevent my escape.
"Please!" I yelled. I gave up trying to be strong. Tears streamed down my face and I sobbed pathetically. "Please! Let me go!" He snorted and pulled. "Stop!"
"Have you never heard the stories?" he whispered. He continued to drag me up. Oh, god. He was leading me to the dark attic.
I thrashed. I ignored the burning sensation on my scalp. "No! Leave me alone!"
"Shut up."
He threw me to the dusty floor and began to walk to the window. Quietly, I tried to crawl back to the small opening and get down the ladder. I could make it. I could make it—
"Bitch," he growled, pulling me by the back of my shirt, throwing me aside. I groaned, feeling his weight on top of me. The sounds stopped when his fingers laced around my throat. He smiled sadistically. That sick bastard. He pressed his forehead against mine. He was too close. I barely had enough air as it was. How the fuck was I supposed to breathe?! He simply chuckled and loosened his grip on my throat. His cruel laughter continued as I struggled beneath him. "You whine too much."
Sneering at me, he silenced my whimpers by mashing his lips against mine. The back of my lips grinded against my teeth and could taste blood when he bit me. I squeezed my eyes shut and did all I could – accept defeat.
"Have you never heard the stories?" He smiled against my lips.
The flashlight flickered and I panicked.
No, no, fuck, please no—
"Once you enter the Uchiha Manor, you can never leave."
The batteries died and I was engulfed in darkness.
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edited. sorry, i assumed it was a given that the ghost was sasuke as these fics centre around sasuke and sakura.
