Hey, So I know that Naruto does not belong to me. Clown Race, my other story, will be updated, but I just wanted to experiment on this, so tell me what you think and if I should continue it. So I'll stop blabbing and let you go ahead and read my story!
"..."-indicates speech
'...'-indicates thoughts
--
There is nothing funny about Halloween. This sarcastic festival reflects, rather, an infernal demand for revenge by children on the adult world.
- Jean Baudrillard
--
Chapter 1: You can't have Halloween in July!
Moonlight hung overhead, waning behind dark clouds. The light cast a silent, still glow on the winded dirt path. The wind rustled through the leaves, as the leaves trembled violently before becoming still in the calm forest. On top of a hill sat a house. The old, depilated house, well more like mansion, sat there forlorn and forgotten. Its gates creaked with every gust of the wind, moaning a soft song of loneliness. It's grand splendor long gone, as time had aged it and without the proper maintenance it needed. Within the vicinity of the gates, were the gardens themselves. Long dead and deserted, the flowers that used to bloom had now been replaced with weeds, thistles, and thorns. It reached overhead threatening to ensnare you underneath its long stalks. The house once an impressive thing sat there, almost tranquil and at ease with its surrounding. Everything was silent but if you had peered closely and strained your ears, you would have heard the slight movements of footsteps and the stirring whispers of voices deep within.
The mansion is long forgotten, the people that live in it are unknown, and time has moved on for everyone else. Nobody dares to venture within the unknown territory such things like that are taboo. So it remains on its hill, people pause to stare but they move on, a tale to tell your kids to keep them in place. So move on and do not look back for the mysteries of that house are not made for the kindred of souls to know.
--
"Naruto," yelled a brunette in the quiet proximity of the forest. His voice was lost over the whistling wind, as it whipped his hair to and fro. "You can't enter that house, it's haunted. There are vampires that live in there and they stuck your blood and leave you for a-"
His pleas were not heed by the blond and therefore were of no point in mentioning. The blond, decked out in an orange tank with skin hugging black pants hanging low on slim, tone hips, turned around to grin. A twinkle in blue eyes sparkled more as he laughed with glee at the misery of his companion. Twirling around to face his dejected companion he laughed at the look of loathing plastered on his face as he became ensnared in the grasp of the vines that littered the ground.
"Aw, c'mon, Kiba, don't be such a party pooper."
Kiba stood there glancing at his friend after untangling himself from the vines that wrapped themselves around his foot. A part of him told him to run and snuggle with Akamaru, but the other part of him told him to stay and make sure his idiot friend didn't kill himself.
'Why couldn't he want to go eat ramen? Hell, I would pay for it. I mean, who celebrates Halloween in July. I have heard of Christmas in July but Halloween?' Kiba thought.
He was broken from his reverie as a final call was made from the loud blond. Glancing back at the sunny road with the rainbows and the sparkles and the blue stream of water and turning to stare at the dark skies with the moon overhead. He began to walk down the not there path mourning his life. He snapped his head up, eyes wide and searching, was that a wolf's howl he just heard.
Naruto rolled his eyes at his friends antics and then barely suppressed a giggle when, Kiba ran into a tree because a bug landed on his head.
Growling softly, Kiba glared at the blond, "Shut up."
Naruto grinned yet again and bounced away as Kiba's hand reached out to smack him.
After some playful horse-playing there stood the house in all its dignified glory, well as much dignified glory a haunted house could possess.
Wide eyes took in the haunting elegance of the mansion. Naruto stared with sparkles in his eyes as he thought of exploring the unknown area. Kiba stared at the crow sitting on the gates with fear as he thought of bad omens.
'Sakura going to be so impressed with me when I tell her 'bout this place; she will totally fall head over heels with me.'
'I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I'm going to die.'
Naruto gazed at Kiba, who was silently shaking (in fear), and stared at his friend in awe. 'Wow, he's so excited, he shaking in anticipation.' Gripping his hand tightly as he looked back at the mansion with determination. 'I can't be outdone by him, believe it! (1).'
Naruto dragged a reluctant Kiba through the gates. Over the bridge, through the forgotten garden, to the haunted mansion they went. Unknown to them both eyes followed their every step, curious as to what they wanted. Visitors were rare, in fact very rare. Naruto pressed his back against the oaken doors and pushed with a grunt to open it.
"Naruto, I don't think we are supposed to be here. We're intruding on someone else's property."
"Pish-posh. We're just going to take a quick look around and bada-being bada-boo, we are out of here," gesturing animatedly, disregarding what Kiba had even said.
Kiba fidgeted for awhile, hesitating slightly on entering, but when blond here started to disappear he quickly rushed after said person. He didn't go because he was worried about his friend, his friend just so happened to have the flashlight.
By the time he caught up with Naruto he was peering into a portrait, quite dusty, he touched it gently with steady fingers and before he could trace the outline, Kiba sneezed. The sneeze caused the settled dust to shot up in a flurry of smoke and settle all over them. "Ew, thanks a bunch, doggy-dog. Now I have to take a shower when we get home," Naruto remarked walking away.
"If we ever get home," Kiba mumbled underneath his breath, "And you do need a shower." Confident on the fact that Naruto's hearing wasn't sharp, he forgot that if they weren't in a spooky, quiet house that Naruto would have heard him, but of course that was overlooked.
"What did you say?" Naruto said suddenly.
Kiba gave an eep and quickly retorted. "Nothing."
Naruto continue to give him a suspicious glance but decided he would get Kiba late. The two continue walking onwards taking in the covered furniture and the dusty pictures. The poses were all the same, the same elegant look of long forgotten people; their story that would never be told for if portraits cold talk the things they would say.
Irritation grew and Kiba let out the pent air of his frustration. "Naruto can we leave? We get the idea. House old, house is very old, dusty, and creaky."
"No, not yet. We haven't checked upstairs, doggy-dog," Naruto retorted.
What Naruto wanted, Naruto got. They headed upstairs, the stairs groaned extra loud as certain pressure was added to the fragile support. The upstairs was nothing impressive the same thing that the ground floor had only with rooms, locked rooms. One door lead to a master bedroom all covered with moth eaten white coverlets. Naruto flopped onto the bed and the dust that covered the bed flew up and settled over his body. Naruto closed his eyes in pleasure of the softness the bed had to offer and soon he forgot where he was, as he fell into a light slumber.
--
Time seemed to stand still and yet the eyes that had been watching them from the beginning focused solely on the blond. The blond had provided entertainment for him and amused him immensely by his antics and emotions. He didn't mind but they were overstaying their welcome. They needed to leave and they needed to leave now.
Naruto stirred slightly. Someone's voice kept calling his name. He peered slightly before his eyelids fluttered close, "Dad," he mumbled. The voice kept calling his name sounding nearer and nearer. "Dad," he mumbled a little louder. A hand reached down, he tried to reach out and grab the outstretched hand but the hand disappeared.
--
BAM!
Naruto sat up and glanced around him, confusion etched on his face. 'Where am I?'
"About time you woke up, dumbass. C'mon lets leave now."
Naruto stared at Kiba, got up and slapped Kiba upside his head.
"You could have just woke me up; you didn't need to shove me out of bed," walking out the room leaving behind a speechless Kiba.
They bickered down the stairs until a groan echoed throughout the mansion. Naruto glanced into wide chocolate orbs as the same face made was observed by Kiba. Glancing back then quickly to the front; they came down the stairs in perfect unison. Soft whispers swept the rooms echoing softly.
"Get out. Get out. Get out. GET OUT!" the volume of the voice growing in crescendo. Without needing to be told twice the two teens scurried out, shrieking very manly (very girly) as they stumbled out the gates and didn't stop even when they reached home.
Realized later on, a piece of Naruto's shirt had been caught on a branch. The unknown figure picked it up and held it between his index finger and thumb, gazing at it with an unknown emotion plastered on his face. He gazed down the road they had escaped, smirked once and headed back to the deserted mansion, knowing one day he would meet the two boys, especially the blond.
"You know something..." Kiba paused, as Naruto looked at him curiously. "We never did do are trick."
--
AN: So tell me if I should continue, and if I have something going here.