A.N: I feel SO bad, but I was in a hurry when I posted the last two chapters that I completely forgot! This entire fic is dedicated to Ruby Plushie. I'm SO sorry I didn't write this to you in the first chapter, or even the second. I feel bad, now :is sad: But yeah, this is to Ruby Plushie. Hope you likies :smiles:

Disclaimer: I bought K. Masashi's soul on Amazon.ca... so as he is now mine... so are his characters... Muahahahahahaha

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DAY TWO.

FOUR AM.

Naruto's eyes snapped open, wide with fear. He'd just recently managed to get to sleep, and now—he was going to be awake for the rest of the night, he knew it. What was that sound? It was nice, sure—it beat chains any day, but still.

Sitting up in bed, the blond turned to stare at the door. He'd pushed all of his stuff in front of it as a sort of barricade, knowing full well the ghost would be able to come in if it wanted to. Provided it was a ghost. The measures were mostly in case it was a zombie. He didn't want to wake up with no brain. He was already teased for being stupid, he didn't want to help people along.

Slowly, he pushed the covers off himself before grabbing the flashlight beside the cot. His hands shook as he turned it on and shone it towards the door. Any normal person would have stayed put, but Naruto sat staring at the door for ten minutes, and still the sound continued.

It was music. A piano, by the sounds of it. He didn't recall seeing a piano, but he wasn't really paying attention, so it was possible. He may as well go check it out. Besides, he needed pictures of the rooms at night anyway. And he'd already come to terms with the fact that he was going to die. He didn't have to like it, but he would deal with it. He would just have to make sure it worked to kill him. What was that saying Kiba always used to say? You can't cheat Death forever, but you can make the bastard work for it. (1) Naruto intended to go down with a fight.

Of course, his fighting would consist of kicking and screaming in terror, but it would be a fight, nonetheless.

Taking a deep breath, Naruto stood up and proceeded to push all of his things away from the door. He still couldn't believe he was doing this. He was so stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid! No point in pretending I even think I'm getting out of here alive, he sighed. Kiba and the others are so being haunted by me for this.

With that, the blond slowly crept the door open, peeking out with one eye. The house was pitch dark, the piano still playing. He slowly brought his flashlight towards the crack, shining it out into the corridor beyond. He could see nothing. Taking a deep breath, he grabbed the camera by his feet and opened the door all the way, inching out into the corridor. The light jerked up and down as the flashlight shook in the blond's hand.

Slowly, he made his way down the corridor, his heart pounding in his ears. He could hear the music more clearly now. It was coming from one of the rooms around the living room. Naruto hurried past the living room without glancing at it, worried he would see the ghost/zombie thing. That was the last thing he needed.

He reached the room the sound seemed to be coming from, and peeked inside. There was a figure at the piano, clad in all black. He even wore black gloves, and his black hair was tied back at the nape of his neck as he played. Naruto stared, entranced. The music was beautiful, but the figure still frightened him.

As the blond shifted his weight, the wood beneath his feet creaked loudly, and the playing suddenly stopped. Naruto stared wide-eyed as the figure stood and spun around. He was wearing a white mask that covered his entire face.

"Why are you in my house?.! Leave!"

Naruto screamed as he dropped his flashlight, bolting down the corridor towards the front door. He knew already that it wouldn't open, but he had to try. He reached it, barely able to see anything in the darkness. He fumbled for the doorknob, finally finding it and pulling open the door. Tears fell from his eyes as he pulled frantically, hyperventilating. Everything in this house wanted him out, yet the door refused to open!

"Fuck! Fuck! Please!" Naruto tugged uselessly, sobbing now. "Please, let me out!"

He heard a board creak behind him, and froze. Slowly, he spun around, but saw nothing in the darkness. With shaking hands, he grabbed the camera still dangling from his wrist and brought it up. He hit the picture button, the flash illuminating the area for a brief moment. The masked figure was right in front of him.

Naruto fell back against the door, sinking to the floor as he shook uncontrollably, tears falling from his eyes. The masked figure moved forward until he was right in front of Naruto. Reaching down, he grabbed the blond by the hair and yanked him to his feet, Naruto crying out.

"Please! I'm sorry!" the blond sobbed. "I want to leave, but I can't!"

"Don't give me excuses." the figure hissed. "Get out!" He shoved Naruto back against the door before disappearing into the shadows.

The blond fell to the ground, hugging himself and crying uncontrollably. He found it hard to breathe. Correction, he couldn't breathe. He tried pulling air into his lungs, but none was entering them. His vision faded as his eyes rolled and soon, he slumped back against the door, his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

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Sasuke removed the mask and wig he wore as he made his way towards the monitors. He smirked as he scanned them all, having switched to night vision. He finally found Naruto, where he'd left him by the door. He frowned as he watched him. The blond appeared unconscious, but—Sasuke couldn't see his chest rising and falling. He leaned closer, inspecting it, but nothing changed.

"Shit." Sasuke turned and bolted out of the attic, jumping down the attic stairs hurriedly before bolting down the corridor. He reached the stairs that led to the first floor and flew down them at top speed, skidding at the bottom in his haste to turn. He ran down the corridor, reaching the front door and bending down beside the fallen blond.

"Naruto? Naruto!" He shook him before bending down to bring his face close to Naruto's. He wasn't breathing. "Fuck!" Sasuke pulled his legs so he was lying down on the ground before pinching the blond's nose and pausing. He's going to fucking die, do it! a voice in his head hollered.

Sasuke swallowed his pride and bent down, covering Naruto's mouth with his own. His lips are soft, was the first thing that popped into Sasuke's mind as he blew into his mouth. He watched Naruto's chest rise, and then fall.

"Come on, moron." Sasuke whispered before repeating the process. "Come on, don't die on me." He breathed into his mouth one last time before Naruto started coughing. Sasuke propelled himself away from Naruto and ran back down the corridor, listening to the blond cough. He rushed up the stairs and stood at the landing, leaning over the railing to listen. Naruto was still coughing. It stopped after a few seconds, but Sasuke heard the blond whimpering and making his way back to his room.

The raven breathed a sigh of relief as he made his way back towards the attic. As he climbed the stairs to his secret room, he touched his lips gently with his fingers. Naruto's lips had been surprisingly soft for a boy's lips. His breath tasted like ramen, though, Sasuke tried to push his thoughts away from how soft the other boy's lips had been.

He pulled the stairs back up into the attic, effectively closing the door and made his way towards his bed when his phone rang. He snatched it up, putting it to his ear.

"Hello?"

"What happened?" It was Itachi.

"Nothing." Sasuke lied.

"Don't lie to me, Sasuke! I was watching! What. Happened?"

The younger Uchiha let out a sigh as he fell back onto his bed. "I scared him a little too much, is all. He—he stopped breathing. But I fixed it!" he rushed on. "Don't worry, I won't let him die or anything."

"Sasuke, perhaps this is a bad idea. I suggest you stop." Itachi didn't like where this was going. Naruto almost dying was not part of the plan.

"I'll lay off, I promise. Please, it's only been one day. And look at it this way, he might not be such a chicken by the time he leaves. Come on." He pouted, something he never did. He was an Uchiha, after all.

Itachi sighed on the other end. "If this happens again, you stop, do you understand me?"

"Yes. I promise."

"All right. Good night." His brother hung up.

Sasuke did the same before standing and going back to his monitors. Naruto was in his room in the corner, his face buried in his knees and his shoulders shaking. Sasuke winced. He'd never known it was possible for someone to be so scared they stopped breathing. He'd thought the expression 'being scared to death' was just that. An expression. Apparently it's not, Sasuke winced.

He felt bad, now. Sure, he hated Naruto—Yes, I still hate him, he reassured himself—but he'd almost killed the guy. He had to make it up to him somehow. That was when it clicked. The camera! Naruto needed pictures—of what, Sasuke wasn't sure. He pursed his lips as he frowned, trying to determine what Kiba would've asked him to do. He was taking a picture of the living room earlier when I scared the snot out of him, Sasuke mused. Maybe he needed pictures of the house in general?

"I'll think about it later." the raven muttered as he went back to his bed, falling down onto it. Right now, he wanted to sleep.

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ELEVEN FORTY-SEVEN AM.

Naruto poked open one blue eye, pulling the covers away from his head and surveying the room carefully. Nothing seemed out of place, so he carefully pulled the covers off his head and sat up. The room was empty, save for all of his things.

The blond winced as he rubbed his chest, the night before reminding him painfully of that brief moment in time where he'd felt weird. He knew he'd stopped breathing, but how he hadn't died, he still wasn't sure. Bringing his fingers to his lips, he rubbed them gently, thinking back on someone pressing theirs against his right before he started coughing. An angel, perhaps? Hey, if ghosts were running around in this house, angels weren't all that far-fetched.

Naruto stood up off the cot and headed towards the door. He stopped in front of it, and stared at the doorknob. He really needed to pee, but going to the bathroom right now meant leaving the room. Leaving the room meant the possibility of running into one of the many evil things that lived in that house.

"Sakura." Naruto whispered. "Sakura, Sakura, Sakura. I can date Sakura." He nodded to himself as he grabbed the doorhandle, and tugged. The door didn't open.

He looked down and felt like an idiot. He'd barricaded the door again, so of course his door wouldn't open, otherwise, what was the point? With a sigh, he bent down and began moving everything out of the way so he could inch the door open. He did so, peeking out into the corridor with one eye. He saw nothing.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door further and rushed out of the room, bolting for the bathroom. He slammed into it, pulling his pants down and peeing hurriedly before running his hands under the water for two seconds and bolting back to the room. Just as he grabbed the handle to the door, he froze.

What—is... that? Slowly, he turned, looking down the corridor. He saw nothing.

Knowing it was a bad idea, Naruto slowly made his way down the long hallway, listening intently. He could hear a heartbeat. It wasn't his, that was for sure, because he could feel his own heart beating frantically against his rib cage. He was surprised there wasn't an imprint of his heart on his shirt, like in all those cartoons.

As he continued down the corridor, the heartbeat got louder. He poked his head into the living room, the ghost/zombie thing nowhere to be found. The beating got louder, so he cautiously made his way around the old furniture towards the center of the room. He frowned as he stared down at what appeared to be a heart. Suddenly, it inflated, and then deflated again just as the heartbeat was heard.

Naruto screamed at the top of his lungs as he turned on his heel and bolted back towards his room, his hands out in front of him as if it would help him reach the room faster. He slammed into the door and entered the small room, the door shutting behind him.

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Sasuke practically fell out of his chair laughing, wiping tears from his eyes. Oh, man, watching the idiot freak out was making the raven's life. He'd never had such a good time before, and he was constantly patting himself on the back for the brilliant idea.

Of course, he'd have to keep making sure the blond didn't up and die on him, but he was going to keep having fun. For some reason, they were locked in there, and he was going to ensure Naruto suffered the entire time he was there. And if he faints again, I can just give him mouth to mouth again. His lips were pretty soft, Sasuke thought, before freezing. He shook his head wildly.

"No! No! I did not just think that!" He hit himself lightly on the head.

"Everything all right, little brother?" Sasuke jumped a mile high as he heard the voice over his headphones.

"Just dandy, thanks." he muttered, feeling a blush creep onto his cheeks.

"He's not dead, is he?"

"No, no, he's still alive." Sasuke smirked, staring at Naruto who was again shoving everything in front of his door. Too bad for him Sasuke knew another way into the room. "I was thinking about showing up in his room tonight, pretending to be a vampire. What do you think? I can put on my red wig and the red contacts you bought me for Halloween. It'll scare the crap out of him." Sasuke laughed.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself a little too much, Sasuke. Do bear in mind he thinks this is all real."

"His fault for being an idiot." Sasuke smirked.

"Has nothing strange happened to you since entering that house?" The raven frowned at the smirk he heard in his brother's voice.

"No." he replied uncertainly. "Well, I noticed Naruto trying to get the door open and it didn't budge, but that's not too concerning. It makes my life easier cause it keeps him trapped in here." He smirked. "I suppose you had something to do with that."

"No, I didn't." Sasuke's smirk fell right off his face. "The door doesn't open, you say?"

"Very funny, Itachi." Sasuke muttered, knowing it was his brother. It had to be.

"Oh, I've got an appointment. I have to go. Have fun, little brother." Itachi broke the connection.

Sasuke stared at the screen in front of him, where Naruto was practically tearing his room apart, looking for something. The younger Uchiha frowned before standing. He checked the screen again, making sure Naruto was going to be staying in his room for a while, and then headed towards the stairs. He lowered them to the floor and exited the attic before making his way silently along the second floor. He reached the landing and heard nothing from Naruto. So, cautiously, he walked down the stairs to the front door, staring at it.

The raven put his hand on the doorknob and turned it, tugging. The door didn't budge. Leaning forward and inspecting it, he noticed a thin metal tube running up along the doorframe. Following it with his eyes until he glanced up at the ceiling, he scoffed. It was the same locking mechanism used at Itachi's office, too. Why would Itachi lock the door when he knows I'm in here with Naruto? he thought, confused. That had to be a fire safety hazard. Oh, no it's not. Those locks are designed to unlock the second there's smoke.

Sasuke thought about it for a while. He could start a small fire in the attic to unlock the doors and windows, but that could be dangerous for both he and Naruto. No, it was better to just leave it alone. Itachi knew what he was doing, Sasuke just had to trust him. Although what Itachi is doing is a mystery, he thought as he headed back up the stairs.

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EIGHT OH TWO PM.

"Go out. Take the pictures. Come back." Naruto whispered, standing in front of the door with the camera held tightly in his hands. "Go out. Take the pictures. Come back. Go out. Take the pictures. Come back." He continued chanting this, staring at his door. "I can do this. I can. I'm not a wimp. I'm not." he whispered.

Taking a deep, he reached out and clutched the doorknob in his hand, turning it. He opened the door and peeked out. It was dark. He couldn't see anything. Damn, I knew I should've gone looking for my flashlight earlier. Shaking his head, Naruto thought about putting this off until the next night, but he'd spent so long psyching himself up, he just wanted to get it over with.

So, he stepped out into the corridor and took a picture, the flash lightning the place up briefly. There was nothing in front of him. Sure, because ghosts can't suddenly appear, he thought, annoyed. He ran one hand along the wall, taking pictures every few seconds so he could see. How this house was so dark, he didn't understand. Kiba had said where was electricity, but so far, the only places that worked was his room, the bathroom, and the lights flickered in the room the piano had been in. To him, that didn't really constitute as working electricity. Damn Kiba, he's dead meat for this, he thought angrily, completely forgetting this hadn't been Kiba's idea in the first place.

He finally reached the room with the piano and looked in. No one was there, the dim light illuminating the room just enough for him to see. His flashlight was resting on the piano stool, even though he'd dropped it around the area he was currently standing.

"Great. A ghost, and a sadist." he muttered. Looking around cautiously, he made his way into the room, jumping and whipping around at every sound he heard, even if it was just the house settling. He reached the flashlight and picked it up, inspecting it. He then turned it on, smiling as it worked. Good, the fall hadn't broken it.

Pulling the strap of the camera off from around his wrist, the blond held it in his hands, going back through the pictures he'd taken for light and deleting them. He reached the picture of the man in the front entrance from the night before, and just stared at it. He'd been so angry, and wanted Naruto out so badly.

The blond winced as he brought his hand back to his head, remembering where the ghost as grabbed him. Ghosts weren't meant to be able to grab things, were they? Yet that ghost had grabbed Naruto, and even—presumably—moved his flashlight. Guess you can't believe everything they say in movies, he thought bitterly.

Then, he heard a creak behind him. Freezing, Naruto's eyes began to widen as the creaking came closer. It was obviously floorboards, but he could hear no steps. Please, please, please, he slowly spun around and jumped, screaming, dropping the camera and flashlight as he saw a figure before him. He slumped down onto the piano stool, one hand against his heart as he realized it was just him. There was a mirror across the room, but he hadn't noticed it before since he hadn't turned around.

He laughed slightly as he stared at himself in the mirror. He looked white as a sheet. "This place is going to be the death of me." he whispered. He rubbed his face with both hands before bending down for his things, when something in the mirror moved. His eyes snapped back to it and he saw what had to be a girl standing in the corner. She was wearing a white dress, and her black hair was long and covering her face. The first thing that popped into his head was the girl from the ring.

Screaming at the top of his lungs and hoping people all the way in his neigbourhood could hear him, Naruto ran from the room, slamming into walls as he went due to not having any source of light. Learning from his mistake, and knowing the front door wouldn't open, he bolted for his room and slammed into his, his back pressed against the door as he breathed hard. If hair starts coming out from under the door, I'm committing suicide, he thought to himself.

He sighed as he leaned back against it, his eyes closed. They then snapped open as something dawned on him. Now he had no camera, or flashlight.

"Shit!"

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1. No clue where this is from, but it's not mine. I heard it/read it somewhere. It's from a site I used to frequent, I think.

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A/N: I'm going away for the weekend (lookies! Sarge HAS a life! lol) so I don't know if I'll be able to write/update. Sorry!