Night Squall
By: Silverwolf
Gunfire, smoke, yelling, dancing flames, cries or terror. Naruto watches his mother from the confines of a small loft ledge. She'd placed the tot there for his own safety. But as the abuse begins for the redhead she hears her son scream for her. Unable to lower himself Naruto cries when someone begins to climb the built ladder to him.
The blond tot finds himself off his feet and crying for his mother. Someone laughs. "Stop crying you'll join her soon." Cobalt eyes close as Naruto sees the machette. Naruto screams loudly as he watches someone shoot his mother. The rifle of the man holding him swings around as he fights to keep hold of the toddler. Naruto grows silent as he's carried outside behind a male dragging the body of his mother. The toddler is held over the pile of bodies as the male holding places his foot along the pile. He holds the tot by blonde hair keeping his throat exposed. The blades glides across the tot's throat spilling blood. There isn't any crying from the tot as the same male slices open Naruto several times along the stomach. The blonce toddler joins the bodies of the dead as he tossed aside. The mercenaries continue their own agenda leaving bodies behind them.
Cobalt eyes snap open with a squeal of terror. Naruto shrieking cry can be heard through the house. Tiny wet hands wrap around Naruto. The blonde toddler cling to raven tot as Mikoto enters the room. She notices Sasuke rubbing the blonde toddler's back the way he's seen his mother do many times. Naruto clings to Sasuke. One toddler conforts the other.
Mikoto gives Sasuke a soft smile as she watches her little one yawn and pull Naruto near. The blonde toddler's eyes start to close with the embrace of the other child. Mikoto wasn't sure what to make of Sasuke being the one to comfort Naruto.
Though as many times as it had happened in front of the raven tot it didn't exactly surprise her. Sasuke had a habit of copying his parents. Mikoto decides to try turning on the hallway light and leaving the door open. Hopefully Naruto would sleep the rest of the night.
Mikoto could admit she had moments were she pitied the toddler and his terror. Mostly because she knew there couldn't be anything like it. The toy lion in Naruto's arm had been the only thng to come home with him from the hosptial upon his adoption. To begin with Naruto struggled to speak.
It had been a game to come up with a way for the blonde toddler to communicate with the family until he could state words. Sasuke was swift to take the toddler on a tour of the house. As if there was more than a matter of months between them. It had been Fugaku that plainly told her that the blonde toddler was born just months behind Sasuke.
Mikoto pulls the blankets back of the pair. And then leaves the room. She decides to check of Itachi. Once again the seven year old is upside down along the bed. Mikoto takes the time to tuck the oldest son back into bed with a small smile. If anything she was indeed discovering how to push on with Naruto in her care.
Maybe she could talk Fugaku into letting the pair share a room. It could help the tiny blonde to sleep at night. At least until he was old enough to be in need of privacy. By then maybe Naruto would grow out of the nightmares and horrid memories that held him tightly in their grasp. Until then if Sasuke was a source of comfort to Naruto Mikoto would not be the one to take that away. Even if it meant beginning for a fuss with her husband when he returned from battle. Of course Fugaku would be sure to bring back each of the boys a present of some kind just as he'd done before.