An: I'm baakkkkk. Took a long time huh?
EXCUSE: I was sick hehe with the flu.
Why?
Well because my California body is trying to come to term with the fact that I'm now in Chicago, and it's winter. Why hadn't anyone told me that it was the fucking Artic here?
How the hell do people live here?!
Onward-
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Whisper me sweet nothings
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Naruto was about ready to scream out in frustration, as another patch of hard dry yellow blades of dead grass pricked at his small Tinker Bell sock covered feet.
Why didn't he just put on shoes when he woke up? And why did they have to have a house that was surrounded around dead grass?
Naruto continued on his painful trek, then sighed in relief as he saw the beginnings of a dusty road.
Hesitantly his clear blue eyes traveled left than right.
Once he was sure that there was no oncoming traffic he ran out onto the road.
Yup, he officially hated it here. There was fucking nothing for miles around! What the fuck was his dad thinking?!
Throughout all of naruto's metal ranting and raving, he made a great effort to steer his mind clear from thinking of the ghostly occurring happening in his very own home.
No, he couldn't come to terms with it.
Not yet. Not ever.
After walking for about an hour on his fruitless journey, naruto spotted a nearby town. Finally!
Ok, so he had 70 dollars that his dad left him for 'exploring'. Now that would've been useful if it wasn't left back in his locked house, and in his haunted room.
Naruto felt shivers travel up his spine as he recalled the cold red eyes just looking peering through the veil of the 'other' world-
BEEP!
BEEP!
"GET OUT OF THE FUCKING ROAD YA DAMNED KID!" Shouted a voice. Naruto jumped swirled and backed out of the road, then turned to see an old man wearing a faded red plaid shirt, and riding in an rusted old pick up truck.
Once naruto was sure that his asthma was not messing up from the sudden scare he looked around and noticed that he indeed was in the middle of a small town, and all of its inhabitants eyes were staring at only one thing.
Him.
Nervously naruto continued slowly walking, while being careful enough to not enter the middle of the road again.
Why were they all just staring at him?
Did he do something wrong?
Lifeless blue eyes lowered to look at his dust covered feet. This wasn't new, the staring that is.
It is rather annoying, but new...no.
He was always considered an 'odd ball' no matter where he went, so naruto tried to do the best thing he could.
Ignore it. But of course his red hot attitude began to get the best of him.
Naruto wasn't born with such a hot attitude, but always being alone with no one to defend him had forced him to make himself look as tough as he could, hence the red hot temp.
Just when the blond child was about to yell out 'what are you people looking at?!' The whispers came. Naruto couldn't really make out what they were saying, but he knew it was about him.
"Uchiha...boy...insane."
Then they became louder not by a lot, but it was loud enough to where he now heard them.
"Hey, isn't that the kid who moved into that old abandoned manor just up the hill?" One female voice whispered.
"Yeah, and look at 'em he's already going insane. I mean kid's not even wearing shoes." Came another bewildered male voice.
Then suddenly the voices faded and what replaced them were...Eyes.
So many eyes.
Looking watching.
No, they weren't from the people staring, but they were from the shadows it seemed that every dark ally, crack, and crevice had at least fifty pairs of eyes just watching him.
His. Every. Move.
"Save him, save us." The whispers began once more.
"N-no." Naruto whispered a pleading beg.
O please God, he didn't want to relive that horror.
Not again.
"Save him, save us." The chants became a lot more louder, and the scenery began gradually melting away shifting into a world swirling with nothing but crimson red and a color darker than black.
People looked on in horror as the odd child began screaming and begging for something they couldn't quite make out.
Mercy.
They looked on as the child began pulling at his hair, pleading and begging for mercy.
Yet, not one of the watching towns people stepped up to help the obviously scared child.
They just watched.
It was entertainment, what would this child's consequences be now that he moved into the forbidden manor.
Raven crows began to litter the streets one by one, they were coming from all over, and they all had settled in only one destination: around naruto.
They flocked at his feet with their heads bowed, circling him as if to add a protective shield.
As though something was being...born.
People began slowly backing away from the phenomenon taking place right in front of their very eyes. Once they backed away to what was determined as a 'safe' distance, they all stood watching in awe. Men, woman, and children.
All just watching.
What will become of this boy?
Naruto felt as though something was ripping his very soul into millions of little pieces.
Why was this happening?
Why him?
He began to hear a ear- splitting scream.
It was his own.
White hot pain attacked his left eye.
"SOMEBODY HELP ME!" Naruto screamed, he began trying to claw out his left eyeball right out of its bloody socket.
It hurt.
It HURT!
It hurt so bad!
Thousands of crows began pinning naruto's body onto the dusty ground, so that the blond/red haired boy could not inflict self harm.
After the people watched on in horror as the screaming went on and on for hours, they jumped when it just suddenly stopped.
No, it didn't fade or eventually die down. It just ceased.
"Wow, what the fuck just happened?" One brown haired male teen asked while feeling honored to be able to experience something so... Supernatural.
Teens were basically the only ones left to watch this occurring, seeing as the adults weren't foolish enough to stand around and wait for something tragic to happen.
"I don't know, but it was Damned cool!" Another teen replied, then looked up to the now dark sky and noticed that the sun had set as he took a swing at his chilled beer.
Damn, day light savings time.
Click.
Clock.
Click.
Clock.
They were footsteps. The footsteps of someone, but the person was too deep in the shadows to notice who it was.
"Leave." The man demanded while lighting a cigarette.
The crows all scattered, going back to where ever they had come from leaving the unconscious tanned child on the ground by himself.
The teens became silent. All watching as the birds fluttered away, then looked at one another, and burst out laughing at the man's earlier command.
Hell no, they weren't leaving! This was by far the most 'awesomest' thing that they had ever seen in this boring shithole of a town, and they were going to stick around to see what's going to happen next.
"Leave." The man repeated again with the same even tone.
"Uhhh no." Said one teen with a smug smirk whilst staring at the red light that came from the lit cigarette, which was the only thing they could see from the man hidden in the shadows.
The mysterious man sighed.
"Fine." Was all the man said before each and every person in the town dropped dead leaving the town swimming with an eerie silence.
He then called their souls forth and ruthlessly ripped out the part of their memory that had witnessed what happened with the boy named naruto.
Once this was over and done, he released the scared souls back into the cool night air and watched as each one swiftly returned to their containers.
Calmly the cloaked man walked over to naruto and lowered himself onto the ground.
He took in the boy's new face. Six dark marks decorated the boy's cheeks like whiskers, his hair was longer to the point where it was now touching his delicate shoulders. But the most interesting thing about the boy's new appearance was his lone left eye, the way it shined bright red right through the closed eyelid.
The man sighed. It was sad to see someone become the 'chosen one' at such a tender age.
Many had tried to save 'him', and they all failed. Doomed to live in an eternity of horendous torments for even had tried and had dared fail.
This child was going to get killed, he was to young to save anyone. Yup, the kid was going to die and he would be forced to watch.
Fuck.
Silently he scooped the child up, returned him to his home and retreated back into the darkness.
This childs fate was out of his hands. The only thing he could do was pray that this child be alright, but then again what God would answer a prayer from him.
If only...
DONE! ya like
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