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Black eyes viciously glared at the big vintage house that creaked in protest as it was whipped with draft after draft of blustery weather that seemed to be everlasting in the city of Konoha.

Sasuke glared at it with renewed disgust, he hated their new house, he hated their new town and most of all he hated his life.

His father, Fugaku Uchiha, had decided he had had enough of the 'corporate bullshit' that controlled more than half of the population in London. With the millions Uchiha senior had obtained over the years by working within the 'bullshit corporations,' Fugaku the 'hypocritical buffoon' as Sasuke mentally referred to him had packed his old life into gold encased luggage and had dragged his mother and him into the miserable unknown piece of shit town called 'Konohagakure' or 'Konoha' for short.

"Sasu-honey, get inside the house or you'll get a cold!"

The youngest Uchiha looked at the window were his mother stood, holding a steaming cup of whatever the hell she classified a 'hot drink'.

Mikoto Uchiha had lived all her life with maids, acclaimed chefs, image stylists and butlers.

Growing up with the family known as the original inventors of the toaster strudel Mikoto's style of life was not a surprise though what was a surprise was the fact that she basically ditched all these commodities the moment Fugaku decided to dump their glamorous lives and settle down in a small town in the middle of goddamn nothing like any other non-rich family would do, or at least that's what he saw on TV.

Having this new kind of life of course had incapacitated the Uchiha's in one way or the other. Mikoto's new special ability seemed to be giving her family food poisoning whenever she tried to cook or prepare a drink and Fugaku's super power was to try to fix perfectly functional items around the house and break beyond repair.

Sasuke grimaced, remembering the house's only coffee machine lying in a small puddle of chunky water. Fugaku had said he could increase the machine's efficiency to almost two hundred percent but had ended breaking the device making it spit thick bitter brown paste. Mikoto had quickly jumped to the rescue, claiming she could grind and prepare the coffee by hand like in the old times. Well there went his morning cup of coffee...

"Sasuke Uchiha, stop ignoring your mother and enter the house immediately!"

The raven's scowled deepened and with an annoyed 'Hn' he walked towards the house, ignoring his father's growl of frustration.

Fugaku glared at the pale boy's back as he entered the house, he knew his son was angry at him but he could've at least helped him get down the several boxes that sat in the big truck he had hired for the day.

Most of all he fervently wished Mikoto had decided to be a 'normal medium class family' after he had hired some idiots to move their possessions into their new house. Yup, blaming his spouse for his own mistakes was such a 'middle-class' thing to do, that was after all the main climax of last night's episode of the TV hit drama series 'Boulevard of broken dreams'

"I can so do this" He cheered himself as he lifted another heavy box "I might need a new back by the end of this bloody day though..."

Mikoto sighed in slight frustration as Sasuke declined the mug of hot chocolate she had prepared for him.

"Honey I know you are mad but you have to stop this nonsense, I know that if you give Konoha a chance you will end up loving it! You will be starting school tomorrow and you will have a lot of friends and then suddenly it wont be so bad. Look, if you don't end up liking it after three months I will let y..." Mikoto trailed off as she took a big gulp from the mug she held in her hand,

Her big black eyes suddenly widened and she jogged to the sink where she elegantly spat the hot beverage.

"I should really start labeling the sugar and salt containers..." she giggled

Sasuke looked at her, fighting a small smile that tried to tug at his lips.

"Like I was saying, if after three months you still want to leave, I will let you stay with Itachi in London, he did offer you to stay with him after all."

Sasuke looked at his mother, he couldn't help but look slightly surprised, it had been his mother after all that had thrown the equivalent of an Uchiha temper tantrum when Sasuke had requested to stay with his big brother.

Mikoto had said that he still needed his parents and that Itachi was too young and irresponsible to take care of another child. That was such bullshit in Sasuke's opinion, first of all, Itachi might be a sadistic bastard but he was the most responsible person he knew and second of all, he was not a child Goddammit!

"Deal" He heard himself saying

"Excellent!" she squealed as she hugged her son who awkwardly stood still, waiting for the hug to finish, he had never been fond of physical contact, he allowed her mother hugs and sometimes a peck in the cheek, his father was entitled to a rare pat on the back and the usual but not welcomed poke on his forehead from Itachi.

"Sasu, before you run along, I just wanted to tell you that this house has not been occupied since the 1930's! How amazing is that? You can pick whichever room you desire, most of them are still full with fun old antiques so if you find the room you want to use just leave a note on it, everything else will be left as it is we only need to occupy two rooms, the kitchen and two toilets and we don't want to disturb the histor-"

"Yes mother" Sasuke interrupted, quickly disappearing into the dark hallways that lead to his new room.

The extensive search for his new living space, had left the boy annoyed, frustrated and flat out curious.

All of the rooms he'd entered were occupied; they had been all furnished, littered with random paraphernalia and covered with an even sheet of dust. What was most curious is that if you disregarded the fact that the floors were dirty and that the objects were strange and old looking you would have thought the owner of the house had just left to perhaps buy some groceries and would be back soon to carry on with his previous activities.

This had been common among all of the rooms he had visited, each and one of the rooms were equipped to the point where you forgot the house had been abandoned for more than seventy years.

Why had no one broken in? Why was everything still intact? Hell, he had even found old petrified food in the kitchen pantry.

Sasuke sighed dramatically, standing in front of the last door left to revise, sadly, he anticipated it to be filled with random old bullshit.

The pale boy ran his hand against the mahogany door marveling why it was the most decorated of door of the house.

Set on finding out he reached for the gold crafted knob and twisted gently, when the door didn't budge he twisted with a bit more force, nothing.

Sasuke growled his temper slipping beyond control; he took two steps back and tackled the aged wooden door making it break open with a loud deafening bang.

It felt as if there were a sudden temperature drop, a draft of ice-cold air stroked Sasuke's skin making it burst into goose bumps.

The room was engulfed in darkness, the only light being the one that came from the illuminated hallway he stood in.

Sasuke entered the room with caution knowing there would be stuff lying on the floor, he strained his eyes making out features in the darkness, he noticed a switch next to his left hand. With a delayed 'bling!' the room was illuminated by a light coming from a single but potent bulb.

The room consisted of gold leaf decorated walls that housed a king sized bed cluttered with piles of clothes on top, a desk filled with papers and a big and dusty prototype of a hand-held camera and oddly enough, half-filled suitcases that rested on the patterned floor.

The room was beautiful all right, this would've been anybody else's pick but something didn't feel right... His eyes swept the room, looking for any imperfection that would convince him to stay, the ceiling had been skillfully carved into a scene from the bible, the walls though old were still perfectly painted, and the oddly patterned floor was weird but not that ba...

Sasuke's eyes widened considerably as he continued to stare at the floor.

'Those are not patterns..." He whispered to himself, he kneeled on the floor for a closer look and realized his mistake. His gut clenched uncomfortably and he felt his body stiffen in horror.

There were handprints smeared on the floors, which were disgustingly painted with dried blood that trailed together with scratch marks until it reached a black door.

Sasuke stood up slowly, he was in an almost catatonic state, the young Uchiha could virtually hear the screams, 'the person tried to escape' he thought numbly, Giving a closer look to the items on the floor he noticed the garments were stiff with blood and the papers on the desk were speckled with the crimson liquid.

Sasuke had to know what was behind the door, even though he had a pretty good guess of what or better said whom he would find.

He felt his body walk without his brain's permission but he couldn't get himself to stop walking towards the door. Sasuke held his breath as he turned the knob not wanting to be surprised he closed his eyes and slammed the door open.

The trembling boy waited a few seconds before he slowly opened his eyes, but instead of finding a pile of human bones, a serial killer or a monster he found the door led to a small garden illuminated by the sun, making the plants glow with life.

The young Uchiha released the breath he was holding and simply admired the little garden, it had colorful flowers from all sizes and colors, there were roses, daisies, geraniums, lilies and even a tree apple. But in the middle of the garden were two grey lumps; they looked as if they didn't belong there.

A closer look revealed the lumps were two simple slabs of stone; resting next to each other, they both had writing that was engraved poorly.

'1906 - 1931'

'Here lies Hatake Kakashi, the closest thing I will ever

have to a father. May the great Minato take care of your soul.

I miss you. I love you. I'm sorry'

Sasuke swallowed audibly, running his hand over the slab, his eyes immediately shifted to the slab next to it.

'1908 - 1931'

'Here lies Umino Iruka, my second dad.

I miss you every day papa, I know you are with

Kakashi up there, I am so sorry dad, I love you'

Sasuke stood up and walked back to the room, he hadn't known these people but the sudden pang of hurt in his chest said he did, they were so young, their lives stolen from them, what a gruesome way to leave earth.

Before he exited the room, another thing caught his attention, a musical box that rested on the desk, next to the camera.

Without any thought, Sasuke opened it, smiling slightly when the music box started to play the tune 'Nattoppet*'. An old ancient melody his grandma used to hum when she was happy.

To Sasuke's pleasure, the box contents of the box were three black and white photos.

The first one showed a man with white hair and an eye patch, staring lovingly into a brunette's eyes. The man had a big scar across his nose and was smiling to the other, their hands intertwined. The hand written description in the back read. 'They met in the midst of the worst of humanity but their love will forever be infinite.'

The next photo had the two handsome guys kissing, the white-haired male's hands were cupping the other's face who was blushing but had his own arms locked around the other's neck as if welcoming the kiss. Sasuke blushed a bit but felt his smile widening, they truly looked happy.

He turned the photograph and read the description.

'Kakashi and Iruka celebrate the 10th anniversary of the end of the Great War. 1928'

Sasuke looked at the third photograph and he froze. Before him was the most beautiful creature he had ever had the luck to look upon. His heart hammered painfully in his chest as his eyes greedily took in the piece of art the guy in the photo was.

A blonde boy no older than sixteen stood in front of the camera.

The boy certainly had an ethereal beauty, his hair shone with such intensity that it contrasted harshly with the dark background giving the appearance of a halo shining above the boy's head, his unmarred skin stretched over plump lips that grinned with happiness and life and his eyes, oh god his eyes they shone like the stars that proudly accompanied the moon, you could almost see his eyes smiling at the person that had taken the photo. Sasuke quickly turned the photo and found himself frowning when he saw the back. Blank.

"Sasuke! Come to the kitchen, we are having dinner now!"

"Yes, mother!"

Sasuke gathered the photos and put them back except for the one of the boy, he had to find out who he was and he prayed to god that he hadn't missed a third slab on the garden, of one thing he was sure, he would find who it was even if it was the last thing he would do.

Nattoppet by Detektivbyran