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In The Dark	By : monochrome Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1202 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A/N: Just rewatched “Ginger Snaps” and this scenario sort of just popped into my head. Don't worry, there isn't going to be any bestiality stuff goin' on involving certain demonic foxes or whatever-- nah, I'm not too into that. Instead, you get some fun twists and turns, cliffhangers, and smuttiness between everyone's favorite blond idiot and brunet bastard!
No fun in this chapter, just plot. If ya want fun, then stick around for the rest of this!

Chapter 1:
It was just past one in the morning, and the woods surrounding the small town of Konoha were as quiet as ever. Nothing stirred in the gloomy light of the full moon, and the air was chilly and nearly unmoving. Only the slightest breezes disturbed the changing leaves of the trees. Two figures moved between the tree trunks, the taller of which was in the lead. The smaller carried a flashlight, pointing it out in front of them.
The silence was broken by the sound of the shorter figure tripping over a tree-root and letting out a half-shouted curse. The figure toppled forward and landed with a muffled thump, the flashlight flying from his hand and switching off on impact with the ground. More curses cut through the night air, coming from the fallen form.
“New places suck. This place sucks.” Uchiha Sasuke grumbled under his breath as he sat up, brushing the leaves and dirt off the front of his jacket and grabbing blindly for the flashlight. Why was he always so friggin’ clumsy? He always looked so pathetic, so desperate to be seen as flawless.. especially in contrast to his older brother, Itachi. Itachi was the perfect one, who everyone liked. Itachi was the smart, attractive, witty, cool one. Itachi would never trip over a tree-root and fall face-first into a pile of rotting leaves...
Sasuke and Itachi’s parents had unceremoniously uprooted them two weeks earlier and forced them to move to this small town in the mountains. Needless to say, the move was not appreciated. And now they were out in the dark, alone, looking for something that most likely didn't even exist.
Itachi came to a stop a few feet away, cocking one hip and crossing his arms across his chest with a sigh. His slim, tall frame was only slightly obscured by the charcoal gray jacket and dark-wash jeans. “I know, Sasuke. What the hell d’ya want me to do about it?”
“I dunno… maybe you could’ve convinced them to not move us out here. You’re older than me, 'Tachi, so they’d probably listen to you more.” The younger brother’s voice and demeanor were sullen, contrasting the elder’s bored indifference. Both were pale and thin, with straight sable hair and ebony eyes that caught the moonlight in their depths. Itachi’s face was more angular and masculine, with sharp cheekbones and a stubborn jaw like their father. Darkly handsome and slightly menacing, he was only a year older than Sasuke but had always served as his protector.
Sasuke resembled their mother more, with a sweet, guileless face and large eyes that could be just as attractive as Itachi’s if he didn’t scowl so much. That contrast drove the younger teen insane with envy—he’d never be taken seriously with such a baby’s face. He was 17, for Christ’s sakes, and he still didn’t have to shave!! Itachi had started at 15...
It was just another thing he envied his brother for. Sometimes, he just wished Itachi would disappear, so he wouldn’t have to be constantly reminded of everything he wished he could be…
Itachi didn’t seem to notice the jealousy radiating from his little brother, since he answered normally. Well, as normally as anything that came out of the teen’s mouth was. “Are you high? They don’t listen to anything I say. Give it up. We’ll just have to deal with it one step at a time.. try to find something to distract us. Like this whole mess.” He leisurely adjusted the shotgun against his left shoulder.
“This whole mess” referred to incidents that had been happening in the town since they’d arrived. People’s pets and livestock kept going missing during the night. The few which reappeared were torn to shreds, body parts strewn about yards and sidewalks like a careless child’s toys.
Not only that, but there had been several sightings of something, lurking around the edges of the forest early in the morning and night. The people who had seen it said it looked sort of like a wolf, but it was humongous—about six and a half feet from its misshapen head to the tips of its multiple tails. No one had worked up the courage to get near enough to see it clearly, but there had been a few photographs. All that was captured in the photos was a blurred head, or a faint outline against the bushes—whatever it was had somehow managed to escape the eyes of the cameras.
That was why Itachi and Sasuke were out here, half past one in the morning, wandering around the frosty woods with a camera, a flashlight, and their father’s shotgun—just in case they managed to find the “creature”. Ever since they were children, the two brothers had been avid mystery-solvers, drawn towards the darker, more morbid things in life like moths to a light. This was just another diversion to them; a way to stave off the boredom.
Sasuke sighed, looking uncomfortably at his shoes. He was the one with the camera and flashlight—they’d both agreed that Itachi had better be the one with the gun, since he was the better shot of the two. Albeit grudgingly, on Sasuke’s part.
“Whatever… let’s hurry up and get this over with,” he muttered sullenly, hating the way the woods were so silent other than the sounds of their voices. It made him feel claustrophobic—like the dark sky was pressing down around them. “You have the whistle still, right?”
The older brother scoffed and pulled said whistle out of his coat’s pocket. “Of course. I’m not like you—I’m not constantly losing my things.” He put the whistle to his lips and blew. Whatever angry retorts Sasuke might have voiced were cut off as a shriek eerily similar to that of a dying rabbit suddenly burst forth of the whistle. The sound ricocheted off the tree trunks and echoed out into the darkness, making the shorter Uchiha brother start.
Once the echoes ceased, Sasuke socked the older teen in the arm. “What the hell were you thinking?! Why didn’t you warn me before you blew it?”
“Because I wanted to see you flinch, of course.” Itachi smirked, rubbing the spot on his arm that his baby brother had punched. His eyes scanned the shadows around them, waiting for any sign that something had heard the whistle.
Sasuke let out an exasperated noise and kicked at the ground. “Bastard!! Why d’you always have to pick on me?! Damn it, you always just have to push me, don’t you?! Play tricks on me, make fun of me, humiliate me in front of my friends—“
“Quiet.” There was no laughter in Itachi’s voice now, startling the younger teen into silence. The older brother’s brow furrowed as he tried to see out past the circle of light the flashlight cast. Something was out there. He could just barely hear the rustling of bushes, the snapping of twigs. A thrill of panic went up his spine as he realized that those noises were made by something big—bigger than he’d thought it’d be. “Turn off the flashlight.” They were plunged into complete darkness.
Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
Swallowing nervously, Sasuke moved closer to Itachi as quietly as he could. He could hear the noises, too… along with panting breaths that sounded anything but human. He almost yelped when something suddenly grabbed his wrist until he recognized it as Itachi’s hand.
“Listen… I think we’ve gotten ourselves in over our heads. When I tell you to go, I want you to run as fast as you can.” The older brother whispered softly, his words barely audible to Sasuke’s ears. “Get home, lock the doors and wait for me. I’ll distract whatever it is… delay it for as long as I can.” As he gave the younger his instructions, the noises grew closer and closer. Both teens’ hearts were beating erratically, their fear almost tangible around them as they started to realize what a big mistake they’d made in thinking they could do anything.
The sounds were only a few feet away now. Itachi shoved Sasuke away, shouting as he took hold of the shotgun with both hands and got ready to shoot. “Go!!”
Sasuke turned and ran, terrified as… whatever it was… snarled and stopped trying to use stealth. He heard it crashing through the bushes, and Itachi was yelling at it. Swearing and cursing at it. The younger ignored the noises and spurred himself on, stumbling blindly through the forest in what he hoped was the direction of home.
A shrill scream and the sound of the gun going off behind him choke on a moan of utter fear and almost stopped, but he knew there’d be nothing he could do if he turned back. He kept running, sweating heavily despite chill air and the feeling of the cold dread flooding his system. Sasuke cried hysterically as he ran, trying not to trip over rocks and fallen branches, trying to block out the sounds of his brother’s screams—until they suddenly cut off.
“N-no….. No, no, no, no…” He cried out, knowing what the sudden lack of screams most likely meant. He pressed his hands to his face, trying to smother the sobs. The cord that held the camera around his neck somehow broke and the camera fell away, but he didn’t care. The despair and shock had taken him over, and all he could to was cry and run.
He was vaguely aware that something was following him now, and Sasuke abruptly changed directions, hoping to confuse the creature. Instead, he tripped again, this time falling over a log and tumbling down a slope, his body battering against rocks and the unforgiving ground until he finally came to a stop against a tree trunk, bleeding and bruised, but somehow no broken bones.
The brunet lay there for a moment, stunned, before shakily pushing himself up. He winced as all sorts of bruises let themselves be known, and blood was trickling down his neck from where he’d his the back of his head on a rock, mingling with his sweat. His face and hands and every other bit of him that had been exposed stung from cuts he’d received from twigs and sharp stones. Sasuke’s head throbbed painfully and he let out a pitiful moan, closing his eyes and slumping against the tree trunk.
His dark eyes flew open again at the sound of movement nearby. Panic took over as he realized he’d completely forgotten about the beast—about his brother. A fresh flood of tears overflowed down his battered face as he drew back against the trunk. “No!! P-please… I d-don’t wanna die.. Please don’t k-kill me…” Sasuke dissolved into incoherent babbling—alternately pleading for his life and despairing over his brother’s death. He grew more and more panicked as the creature drew closer… and closer..
Surely… this couldn’t be the end..?
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