Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Masashi Kishimoto other characters in the series. I will have some characters in the story that belongs to me.
Warning: Yaoi, substance abuse, rape, and violence . If you don't like, turn back now. Thank you. Don't steal this.
A/N: My friend wanted me to write a story with her, so I did. Then she wanted me to post it on fanfic, so I did even though I have other stories to worry about. Apparently she wants to see if this story will be a hit. I don't know she's kinda stupid. Anyway please enjoy, I am your loyal writer that is here to entertain you.
Summary: Seventeen year old, Naruto Uzumaki finds a book in the attic of his new house. It looks like a regular diary but as soon as he opens it things start happening. Suddenly Naruto is thrusted in an unimaginable reality. His friends and family are attacked by a mysterious animal and a black haired man who claims to know him is stalking him. Who are the hooded men that want the book? Why is the book so important? Naruto must figure out the mystery before he becomes a victim of it.
Title: Sweet Dreams My Diary.
Chapter 1: It's So Nice To Meet You.
'I hate this house.'
We stood in front of our new house. Dad, mom and me. Our new home always creeped me out since the first day I had seen it. Of course I had refused to move there but I had no choice. Mom and dad had decided to move after dad got that big promotion.
"I don't wanna go! That house is creepy! People are going to think we're weird because of it!"
I remember how much I yelled and how dad yelled back telling me that if I wanted to live on street it was fine, but if I wanted to sleep on a comfty mattress I would have to move with them. He actually made me cry. Dad never made me cry before, but at that moment I wished I wasn't his son. Maybe I'm too sensative or maybe I'm just a spoiled brat. I don't know. All I do know is I hate this house and the town we're in.
"Naruto! Hurry up!"
I stared at my dad. How could he be so happy? We left all our friends behind, in fact we left everything behind. "No sense in crying over spilled milk." My dad said. I didn't know what that had to do with us moving but I didn't care even if it was spilt milk. It was my milk, my friends, my house, my territory. Now I was in this new place where I knew no one and had no place else to go but here. I grabbed my bookbag and pulled it over my shoulder. Mom and dad was already walking away, leaving me behind. I felt kinda hurt that their attention was on the stupid house but I said nothing.
Dad opened the door as soon as I reached the porch. They went in, leaving me to lock the door and follow behind them.
"This place is beautiful! Right Naruto?"
Mom turned to me, her strawberry blond hair swinging as her head moved with her brown eyes.
"It's okay."
I couldn't tell them how I really felt. I would hear the lecture again about how I need to be more willing to change and accept it. It was total bullshit. The only reason why things changed was because they had to. If things never had to change then they wouldn't even bother trying to change. But try explaining that to parents who believe teens are depressive monkeys until they hit adulthood.
"I'm glad you think its okay."
She followed dad into the livng room.
'Yeah, its okay...for a creepy looking house.'
I stood by the front door, looking around my new home. A chandelire hung from the ceiling in front of my polished oakwood front door. The lights gave the entrance a majestical look. The stairs that led to the second floor were white and black. For every white step there was an black side meeting it. The banister was also white. I couldn't help but wonder what was the person was thinking as he/she created this house. On the side of the stairs the was a utility closet, next to it was a coat closet. It had a cream color or maybe that was from the lights. I didn't know, but I felt weird, like the colors were dimmed for me. I didn't like that many bright colors and due to my sour mood I wanted something dark. My own clothes represented how I was feeling today. A black t-shirt that said "Hell is other people" with blue jeans and black chucks. I even wore a black hoodie to hide my bright blond hair. But the house seemed to understand my feelings and the lights dimmed until I could barely tell there was any lights.
"Sweetie, come look at the other rooms!"
Hearing my mother's voice, I broke out of my trance and went into the living room. Every room was the same. The same breath taking colors, designs and feeling. And everytime I went into another room I got that strange feeling again. The house was somehow responding to my mood and did things to comply to it. If my mom turned on a light, the light would suddenly get dim and blend in giving the room an natural glow. Our stuff had been brought before we moved so the place looked nice and homely. The couch looked so odd in the livng room but for some reason it had fit in and so did the rest of our stuff. Mom and dad gushed over the house like morons. It was almost like they hadn't been there before. I ignored them and headed out of the kitchen.
"Hey Naru, where are you going?"
Dad had a huge grin, his blue eyes sparkled and his blond hair seemed to dazzle in the dim lighting. He had his left arm around mom's shoulder, she wrapped her arms around his waist. Her smile was aimed at both of us.
"I'm going to my room. I'm tired."
I left and went up the stairs. I was surprised that he didn't yell at me, saying something like "being emo will not win that many girls.", but he didn't say anything. It seemed like my parents were in their own little world where I didn't really exist that much or held any importance. A dull pain shot through my chest. I ignored it, there was no point in getting mad. I was too old to be having a tantrum because my parents didn't pay any attention to me that day. My room was the last door and the end of the hallway. I strolled quickly to the room hoping to get there before I was called back downstairs. My room was normal. I didn't paint it orange, this room didn't deserve to have any remembrance of me at all. I had plans and my plan was to forget this house when I moved out. Nobody would know I was here. That dissolved my chest pain and made me happy. I dropped my bookbag onto the floor and flopped on to my bed. The bed was without a doubt comfortable. Snuggling into the pillow, I fell asleep. But unfortunately I wouldn't get my dreamless sleep.
In my dream, I'm running through the house. I wasn't running in fear, it was more like excitement.
'Why am I excited?'
'Because...'
'Because he was here.'
He came back to me. The need that ran through my body was the reason I ran. He stood in the living room by the piano, his back towards me. I say his name but nothing comes out but he hears me and turns around. I can't see his face but I know it's him. My love, my life, my desire, my obessesion. My face feels wet.
'Am I crying?'
'Why am I crying?'
He walks forward and stops in front of me. We are now face to face. Just a few inches apart. My hands itch. I want to touch him but I don't. He moves his hands to my face. I can feel his fingertips trail down my cheeks before it touches my lips, tracing it as if he want to remember its shape. More words come out of my mouth but I can't hear my voice. Nothing comes out of his mouth. We stare at each other for a few minutes. A grim smile moves on to his face.
'Wait... that wasn't a smile.'
'It was...'
'It was a smirk.'
Lifting my chin with his hand, my lips meets his. Soft. He felt so soft...and sweet.
'Oh how I missed him.'
My dream ended. I sat up in bed despite my head feeling a little fuzzy. I felt alright. No matter how hard I tried the dream wouldn't come back to me. I kept on getting bits of flashes of small scenes. I still couldn't remember that man, in fact I wasn't sure there even was an man in my dream. The dream had slipped away just as it had easily slipped in.
"Naru-kun! It's time for dinner."
I slid off the bed and opened my door. I may have been angry with them but there was no way I was going to starve to death. Only idiots do that. I walked downstairs and headed into the dining room. Mom and dad were already seated.
"I thought you going to stay up there all day?"
Mom had made lasagna, I wanted ramen or spaghetti.
"You called me, mom. How could I ignore your precious voice?"
She smiled as I sat down in the seat across from her.
"That was sweet Naruto, but we're not moving back to Rhindale. Meridian is our new home."
Dad had ruined my mood. Again. Just when I thought I was going to be happy. Here he comes "Mr. I-like-to-piss-my-son-the-fuck-off.". Don't you just love your parents? After that dinner became quiet. I wouldn't participate no matter how much they tried to talk to me. I finished my dinner and went upstairs. I had no words and did not want to be bothered. While walking towards my room I felt something. It was a burning feeling, that started from my neck and went down my spine.
"What the hell is wrong with me?"
I lifted my hand and began to rub my neck. When I leaned my head back, I noticed something.
"We have an attic?"
My parents didn't tell me we had an attic. Did they even know about it? A chain hung from the medium size door. There was a small silver ball at the end of the chain. It glittered dangerously in the hallway lights. I could feel every bone in my body along with my gut tell me not to pull it, but I did it regardless. Besides, curiousity killed the cat but it wouldn't hurt little ole me. I pulled the chain down, the whole things fell with a creak sounding behind it. The stairs looked stable but I couldn't be sure, so I took my time climbing the steps.
'Oh please god, don't let me die in the attic.'
When I stepped inside the attic, I was shocked. I thought dust would attack me, but instead a clean normal room met my eyes. I walked around, looking at the various stuff that made its place around the hardwood floor. Books, suitcases, and boxes.
"Junk, junk, and more junk."
The papers I had picked up were ridiculous, it was in latin. And I didn't know latin, so I placed them back down and walked further into the room eventually going to the small window that was in the back. I could see my new neighbors as I looked through. My eyes began searching through the green lush environment that was our sweet little neighborhood. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw it. It was a person. I couldn't tell if it was a woman or man but I knew that person was looking at me. When I turned my full attention on to the mystery person. He/she was gone. It was almost like I saw a blur and assumed it was human. Shaking my head, I moved from the window and turned my attention to the floor.
"Well, well, look what we have here."
A big, black with red stripes trunk sat in the corner of the room by the window. You wouldn't be able to see it unless you had come close to the window. I leaned down and tried to open it. The trunk didn't budge. Putting all my strenght into my tug, I wrenched it open, breaking a rusted lock. Clothes and drawings sat in the trunk even a small teddy bear was in there. It was like the things hadn't been touched by time and were sealed off. I shuffled through the things, pulling random stuff out that didn't capture my interest. Finally, I found a book. It was red. My heart seemed to pick up as I lifted it up and held it to the light.
'Journal.'
That what was written on the front of it in gold letters. I tried to open it up but the book had a lock on it. I went back in to the trunk and tried to look for the key but I couldn't find it.
"Oh well, there's no point for me to take this journal if I can't find the key."
Just as began to place the book back into the trunk, my right hand began burning up. The burning spread throughout my body. Suddenly this overwhelming feeling hit my soul. I glanced at the book. I couldn't leave it here. There was no way I could leave it. I stood up and left the trunk open and it's items on the floor. My feet hit the attic stairs as I left. I put the attic's door in it's resting place and went to my room. I didn't even know I was sitting on my bed for twenty minutes until I looked up and glanced around the room.
'When did I get here?'
My eyes went down to the book which warmed my hand, oddly enough. My fingers ran over the gold lock, tracing the contours as I tried to think of a plan to open it. Voices interrupted my deep thoughts.
"Goodnight, Sweetie."
"Goodnight mom, dad."
"Goodnight Naruto."
I dropped the book on my desk with a sigh. My hands burned then turned cold. I missed the warmth. Changing into my pjs, I sat on indian style on bed in a white t-shirt and black boxers.
'Something is up, but I can't put my finger on it.'
Letting out a sigh, I got comfortable in my bed as the covers surrounded my frame. My mind started out blank but soon became filled with visions as I was taken to a place that I thought I knew.
TBC...
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