What lies beneath | By : asuka5271 Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1241 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto it's the property of Masashi Kishimoto nor do I make any profit from writing this story |
I wanted to mention to you guys just in case some of you may think the stories going to go one way but it most likely isn’t. Even though there is going to be a ghosty it isn’t going to be a really scary horror type fic, mainly because I’m a massive wuss I don’t like scary stuff, rather I’m more focused on romance and probably angst. You’ll understand as you read more of the fic.
As well initially when I planned out this story it was suppose to be Naruto first point of view, however it didn’t really go like that but the story will essentially be in Naruto’s point of view. Everything you read will be about Naruto, his feelings and what not. Even though there will be other characters you won’t have a scene where they talk about him and then back to Naruto, it’ll just be Naruto. It’s because this fic is split into two part one is Naruto’s story another is another person’s story about the same events, I’m sure your confused but it’ll really make sense when I finish and I’ll explain it again then, but I though I might just mention it to you just in case you notice the absence of any scene not involving Naruto, or learn very little about a certain character there is a reason for that. Anyways sorry for this long A/N I hope you enjoy the second chapter as much as I enjoy writing it please review xDDisclaimer: *looks around suspiciously* hehehehe.....*takes out a key and quietly unlocks the door, opening it wide* Naru *stops and stares* chan?!.....*Strangle middle age man sitting with some instant ramen* sorry but Masashi Kishimoto told me to tell you Naruto belonged to him and stop breaking into his apartment to and steal him.... *runs out of room screaming* NOOOOOOO why can’t Naruto be mine!! *sob*.....Chapter two
Naruto grumbled as he poured his third cup of coffee that morning; it was now 8 o clock and the movers were meant to arrive by 9. Dark circles tattooed his eyes and blood shot eyes indicated his sleepiness. He was so goddamn tired, both his mind and body felt drained and all that went through his head was all the work he would be doing today. Leaning over the counter Naruto buried his head into his arms closing his eyes as he tried to get some rest before the rest of his furniture came. Flashback to previous night “What the hell!” Naruto gasped completely shocked as he stared at the scene in front of him. All the windows in the living room were wide open letting in the cold night air. Another wave of shivers rocked Naruto’s body pulling him out of his trance like state, snapping his mouth shut he jumped up and slammed the windows shut making sure to lock them. However he could still feel the strong breeze of cold. Turning around he saw that all the window of the kitchen were also open. Quickly moving to close these as well he walked towards the entrance of the livening room and turned the light on. Staring across the room into the conservatory he could see small wisps of white cloth moving in and out of the conservatory entrance. Walking across when he turned on the light only to find the same situation as in the living room. “What the fuck?” Naruto questioned his mind going through how this could’ve happened but it wasn’t just limited there, the dinning room, large kitchen and all of upstairs. The only things left untouched were the attic and ballroom. Having closed all the windows he returned back to his bed slightly shaken by what had happened. Laying down he tried thinking of all reason’s that could cause this, is mind briefly wondered to that, but immediately dismissed it. Instead he figured it was probably some kids from the village pulling pranks, it was most likely some courage dare after all the house was unoccupied for a few months, plus it was on a hill far from the town. It was practically the perfect place for a dare, Naruto remembered one summer when he and his guardian had gone out to the countryside, there was a house similar to this, not in size or anything, by far that was an actual mansion, but situation. It was the perfect place to make up ghost stories about as well as doing courage dares. He could still remember some of the ever changing stories that the village boys would talk about. “Did you hear, did you hear, apparently the castle near the forest you know the one that, that weird snake man bought what was it Wickedbury Castle: is haunted. I hear the ghost of the three daughters who were murdered by their father were still there wanting to get their revenge and apparently any man who goes in there are strangled just like their father did to them” a young boy of 14, spiky brown hair sticking up defying gravity and a blue scarf wrapped around his neck faced his other friends making strangling noises, some became scared whilst others just laughed “No that’s not right,” another boy with large round glasses interjected, snot coming out of his nose. Sniffling “I heard that one day when the husband came home he found his wife in bed with another guy and in a jealous rampage he tried to kill the man, but his wife and the other man ended up killing him. After that his soul continues to watch the house making sure no infidelities are happening and if they do, then the couple are met with a very gruesome death.” “Don’t be so stupid” the only girl in the group chastises her black eyes rolling at the sheer idiocy of the people she called friends. “If that was true then don’t you think the current owner would be dead” she asked “Well I guess freak enjoy the company of other freaks” the first boy grinned, she just wacked him on the head calling him an idiot. Naruto had been 18 when he had been there and heard about it, he still remembered because it was soon after that he had found out about the truth, making it the last summer he’d spent or see his guardian. Shaking his head before he ended up dragging himself into memories left unremembered Naruto nodded to himself “yep it’s probably some stupid kids they must not know someone has moved in” he said out loud before snuggling back into the duvet and trying to get some much needed rest. But he couldn’t shake of the strange feeling that something wasn’t right although he passed it off as worry that the kids might come back, that feeling never left him making it impossible for him to sleep. And now here he was 8 in the morning overdosing on coffee in order to stay awake so he could finish everything by today. Tomorrow he decided he would sleep the entire day away, the only plus to this entire day would be that his bed would arrive Naruto couldn’t wait to crawl into his mountain of pillows and comforters and whizz away to lala land. Ahh sleep the beauty of this world, but unfortunately he still had 12 hours until then. Naruto groaned at the thought when he heard the door bell ring, straightening himself up he looked at his watch, wow it was already 9 had he really just been leaning over a counter for a full hour. It seemed so it he ice cold coffee was anything to go by. Rubbing his eyes and yawned whilst he ran a hand through his messy blond hair, Naruto dragged his feet towards the front door. He had decided to wear a beat down blue shirt and some jogging bottoms since he was going to be cleaning so everything would get dirty anyway. ....It took over three hours to sort out all the furniture thankfully the movers helped put everything into its right place, if he had to do it on his own it would’ve taken forever and a lot would’ve been impossible. He had also brought a lot of extra stuff seeing that his house now was bigger than his apartment in Tokyo.
He had bought an extra sofa to place in front of the fire place, it was roughly in the middle between the entryway and the fire place so there was a good distance between the two, Naruto had deep crimson and very fluffy rug to place in the space between the sofa and the fire place to match the sofa he did wonder briefly if maybe he should add a small table but decided against it, the idea of during winter he could bring down some duvet and wrap himself up and roast marsh mellows whilst reading a good book like he was camping suddenly popped into his head. Besides he mused near the kitchen he was his second sofa, it had the same format with a crimson fluffy rug but there was a Kotatsu on top as well. Naruto figured if he really wanted a table he could just move the Kotatsu and place it in front of the fireplace. His television set and everything was place on a draw in front of the Kotatsu, with a DVD stand right beside it. Along the wall behind in order from the entry way was a small cabinet, a large book shelf and a display cabinet, there was another display cabinet against the right wall, Naruto had placed it there and then decided how to place his sofa’s so there was a good space between each one. He did wonder if he should maybe put something there, but the moment he thought about it he was hit by the image of him tripping over it when he made his way from one side to the other; this had immediately killed the thought leaving that area bare. Maybe get another rug or something he mused. On the other side of the entry way were the windows, Naruto had fitted velvet red curtains (A/N sorry I can’t think of any other colour I’m really crappy at this). At the bottom of the windows, connected to it was a shelf with some cupboards beneath it. Naruto decided to leave the shelf bare he didn’t want to end up knocking things down just because he had to open or close the windows. Back to the opposite side of the room, he had put a small table in between the kitchen counter and his sofa making it his dinning room; it also differentiated between living room and kitchen which had previously seemed mushed because of the absence of a wall which would usually separate things. Naruto had found that he actually liked the whole no doors just really large entry ways, that he found downstairs, it made things seem more open and welcoming, it was as if the house it self was saying that there aren’t any secrets that it has nothing to hind. ....It had taken Naruto 3 hours to place his furniture in the right place but another 5 to 6 hours to actually finish the majority of things such as making his beds, putting clothes in the wardrobes, sorting out what ornaments go in what display case and sorted out his DVDs ect.
However the worst to organize was his books. There was so bloody many. After filling out the bookshelves in his room with ones he would likely read before sleeping, in the living room ones he would likely read when he just wanted to relax and snack on some food. The conservatory, ones he would likely read when he wants a change of pace and then trying to fit everything else into the library. Unfortunately he found he had more books than he had book shelves, there was no more room in library which resulted him in putting books in any space available that he could find. He had put some in the display cases in both living room and conservatory as well as on top of any other cabinets that had available space, hell he even put a couple on the mantle on top of the fire place. Though he decided that he would relocate the books when he used the fire place, you know in case the books got damaged. He had considered turning the music room into a second library but he wasn’t sure, the music room was completely bare aside from there being a singular grand piano and a glass cabinet to place music sheets and such. Although Naruto couldn’t play any instrument proudly being tone deaf, but the moment he went into that room somehow he felt that it was right and changing anything would almost put the house out of balance, if that made sense. The room had a calming sense to it and Naruto felt wrong to change things, but then again there was also the fact that, that room had more or less been unchanged for generations, though he doubted it was the piano the first owner of this house bought, it had still been part of this house along time. So it was part of its history which might have also influenced Naruto’s uneasiness about changing it into a library.But on the positive side surprisingly the room that he really though he would have no use for actually came in handy: the ball room. Did Naruto ever mention that he was a complete and utter manga fan; hence the reason for the overflowing numbers of books. All his collections of plushies, figurines, cards and even some posters though a lot of his posters were framed and hanging on the wall in various spot. In fact he had a large poster of one of his favourite anime Katekyo Hitman Reborn hanging over his fire place with signatures of voice actors and the author on it of course. What could he say some people spent thousands on art he spent just as much on manga, though difference is that he got more for his money since poster are considerably cheaper that artworks.
....Again it was around 8 when Naruto found himself snuggling up into his duvet and a book in his arms although at least today he something more nutritious than just instant ramen he had yesterday. He had instead ramen with a side dish of steamed vegetables, now no could complain about his lack variety in food.
Burying his head in his fluffy white pillow he cracked open his book searching for the place he stopped yesterday. After reading a few sentences he found himself becoming rather drowsy, blinking repeatedly he tried to keep his eyes focused but soon he found himself deeply asleep having barely read 5 words. Naruto found himself floating surrounded by water, but he wasn’t drowning he could breath properly. He knew what would happen, for many nights he was haunted by this same dream, no it wasn’t a dream but more of a recount of his memories. He couldn’t remember when he first had it but every time he would find himself as an outsider observing everything as if he was watching a movie. Sometimes he wondered if he was, if it wasn’t his life but someone else’s who just looked like him. He could think and feel in this dream like world, that’s why when he watched he could remember things others things he wouldn’t like things about the people, but he was detached from the emotions that the Naruto in each scene experienced. The water surroundings soon changed into that of a familiar park, he could here the birds and laughter. He was 6 years old holding the hand of his mother who had taken him out for the day. She was really beautiful, long vibrant red hair and deep blue eyes that would make any man drown in them. There wasn’t any female that could compare to his mothers radiance she was the most beautiful being in he whole world. Standing there he could truly appreciate the beauty his mother was, both inside and out. Abruptly the scene changed, they were now back in their small apartment. Naruto was 11 he had come home early from school; his hair was all wet from the rain. His had thought his mother wouldn’t be home yet since she worked until the evening so Naruto thought it would be a nice surprise to make her something and rushed home. Sure he could only make instant ramen but still his mother always smiled at him whenever he did. Walking through the front door he didn’t bother to call out, he dropped his things on the floor and made his way towards the kitchen, the door was slightly ajar but Naruto never thought anything much about it. Only when he was close enough did he hear a small sob and muffled voices. Peering inside he saw his mother tears streaming down her face and another man. He could see his face because he had his back to him, but Naruto could see bright blond hair almost the same colour as his, another thing he noticed was the expensive looking suit, seeing someone wearing something like that was very unusual in thins area. Naruto knew that although he and his mom didn’t live in complete poverty they didn’t live in one of the best areas around. He didn’t know why but Naruto felt uneasy as if he was intruding on something he wasn’t supposed to. However his uneasiness was quickly being pushed down by anger at this man for making his mom cry, collecting his courage Naruto spoke out in what he hoped to be a strong confident voice “Mom” but only came out in a small uncertain one. Both the man and his mom turned to face him immediately but Naruto’s eyes were focused only on the man. Naruto’s breath caught in his throat as he could see the similarity between them, the man had sun kissed tanned skin and the bluest eyes Naruto had ever seen, however his mind was still to young to connect the dots. The man glare at him coldly causing him to take a couple of step backs in fear. “Naruto honey what are you doing here?” Kushina had quickly wiped her tears and went to him trying to block his view of the man; Naruto looked at his mothers eyes they were red and puffy indicating she had been crying for some time now. “School finished early” Naruto told her “What’s going on?” he asked looked back towards the man who had moved forward “Who is he?” he asked in childlike curiosity “That’s not important, why don’t you go to you room and I’ll start making dinner okay” his mother asked him, there was a strange pleading in her eyes Naruto not liking it he decided to do what she asked without questioning, nodding his head he walked towards his room but not before casting another glance at the man. It would be a few more years until he would learn who the man with the cold eyes was. The scene changed again this time to when he was 15, it was the morning and he was getting ready to leave for school. His mother had like always gave him a massive kiss on the forehead before saying goodbye, and like always Naruto would complain about not being a child but being secretly happy by his mothers kisses. As he walked down the stairs and out into the open he had this strange feeling overcome him like today something good was going to happen and it did, but it was also going to be his worst day. He had won the junior writer competition and the prize, a full scholarship to go to one of the best high school Kaito Academy which specialized in subjects such as art and other forms of creativity and everything would be paid, tuition and everything. Naruto could see himself grinning proudly as he stared at the crowd of people clapping, as he was presented his award. The man who was both his teacher and guide stood to the side, his long white hair flowing down his back and eyes closed as a smile adorned his face truly happy for his pupil. His other teacher Iruka was on the opposite side with all the teachers from his middle schools there were tears streaming down his face as he clapped enthusiastically. It was because of the both of them he was standing there in front all those people with the prospect of a better future. It was really a lot of luck and coincident that aided him; in his first year of middle school his literature teacher Iruka had hired an author to come spend an hour with the class. Of course with the limited amounts of funds they couldn’t pay for a multi-million author instead Iruka was able to get Jiraiya, the author of the famous Icha Icha series popular amongst middle aged men. And yes when Naruto read one of Jiraiya’s books he did tell him that as well. At that time barely any one paid any attention to him rambling on about being an author and it’s wonders mainly because he wasn’t well known, but Naruto didn’t care to him someone who could get his book published was amazing. After the lesson had ended Naruto had went up to him, he had brought one of his short stories in and hoped Jiraiya would read it. Naruto would cringe every time he remembered how overly excited he was. Though when he did ask Jiraiya said no, not wanting to show how upset he was Naruto was about to run out of the class but Iruka stopped him and practically forced the man to read the story all the while telling how great Naruto’s stories were. Naruto had been extremely embarrassed he knew Iruka loved his stories but he had only thought that the teacher was being very kind to him when saying they were good rather than actually meaning he had talent. However when Jiraiya read the story he too agreed with Iruka and at that moment Naruto actually started to believe that maybe he would be good. Things changed after that for the better for Naruto, Jiraiya seemed genuinely impressed with his ability and convinced his to start entering some writing competitions. The prizes were usually cash and although Naruto wanted to enter he couldn’t help feeling self conscious. What if they didn’t what to read his work because he didn’t have a father? What if they would look at him like all the others do? These thoughts would swim in his head until when the deadline for submission closed in and Naruto still hadn’t posted of his story Iruka took it and done it for him. Naruto had been both angry and happy when he found out, angry because of all his fears and happy because he really did want to submit it but he never told his mom because he never thought he would ever win. So it was a great surprise when the letter arrived at his door announcing his win. His mother had been pleasantly surprised when he told her, lathering his with kisses and laughing so happily. After that Naruto never feared entering other writing competitions, of course he didn’t win all of them but he never let it get him down instead he would work harder trying to find out what made the winner’s story more entertaining than his. But this competition, the moment he heard the prize he had to win if he wanted any chance of becoming a writer. Going to Kaito Academy meant that he could be recognized for his talent and sign up to a company, practically all the students there went to lead great lives. Naruto could practically see his future a nice big not too big but spacious enough for both him and his mother and more than that his mother wouldn’t have to work ever again. He would provide for her and she could do what ever she wanted like she deserved. As soon as school finished Naruto had rushed home wanting to tell his mom, she wouldn’t be home until 7 so Naruto was planning on making a large feast. He had invited Iruka and Jiraiya before he left school both assuring him they would come, in fact Iruka had arrived early to help him make food. Apparently different flavoured ramen didn’t count as a feast psh what did he know. Soon enough 7 o clock came around Naruto, Iruka and Jiraiya all sat round the Kotatsu waiting for his mother to arrive. 5 minutes past. Then ten. Soon it was half an hour; Naruto began to worry a feeling of dread settling in on his stomach pushing away his previous excitement. Then the clock struck 8 and Naruto was really worried “Don’t worry Naruto I’m sure she’s just running late” Iruka tried to clam down the blond however Naruto couldn’t be calmed, as every second ticked by the feeling of dread grew and grew inside him. He could feel his heart clenching he knew his mother if she was late it would’ve been like 10 minutes. Only once had she came home half an hour late and at that time she had called him to make sure he would know. Never would she take more than ten minutes and not talk to him. The cafe she worked at closed at 6 and she was out of there by 6:30, it only took her 30 minutes to get here unless she missed the bus, then it would be an extra ten but the owner of the cafe was kind, he knew what time the bus came so he always let her out a little early to make sure she caught her bus. They had tried calling her but no answer, they even called the cafe but the owner told him that she had left at her normal time. When Naruto heard that he was in full blown panic, Jiraiya had left going to search for her whilst Iruka stayed with Naruto. Naruto wanted desperately to go out and search for her but Iruka stopped him he couldn’t risk anything happening to him. Another hour passed and still no information. It was around half 11 when information did come and not the kind Naruto wanted. There was a knock on the door, both he and Iruka jumped up to answer it but it wasn’t the person Naruto wanted to see the most, in fact it was the people he wished to see least: the police. His mom was involved in a car crash. She didn’t survive. ....Sorry to end like that but we got learn about Naru-chan’s past, but I did add some more characters from Naruto, care to take a guess at who they are. ;p
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