Sprits
By Kat-Ninja
Warnings
SasuNaru and OOCness running rampant
Guide
'Thinking'
"Talking"
Flashback
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Chapter 1
A New Home, and a New Problem
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Naruto bounced happily into his new home. He was extremely happy. Not only had he finally gotten out an apartment, had finally gotten the courage to speak to his longtime crush; Sakura Haruno, he had had a good time at the festival he had just returned from. His smile got wider when he remembered that he had bought some instant ramen.
The very happy Naruto ran off to make his ramen, not even noticing that he was being watched.
"I wonder how easy it will be to get this intruder out?" a dark-haired boy asked the walls. He was very pale, almost see-through. He was lying on the bed in what used to be his room. A small smirk wound its way onto his face as he listened to Naruto say some very colorful words when he dropped a bowl on his foot.
"I bet it takes no time at all…"
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Naruto dragged his feet as he walked up the stairs. He walked into the bathroom, and put some toothpaste on his toothbrush. He was very tried, but Iruka, the only person to ever really care about him, would throw a fit if he didn't brush his teeth. He lifted the toothbrush to his teeth, but lowered it when he saw someone in the mirror. It was a boy, leaning against the wall, a smirk on his face. Naruto stood frozen for a bit, mesmerized by the beautiful boy in the mirror. He had pale skin and jet-black hair. Naruto couldn't see the boy's eyes; they were hidden behind the boy's bangs, but he assumed that they were dark as midnight. Naruto then got a hold of himself and whipped around to tell the boy off for being in his house, but the boy wasn't there. He turned back to the mirror, and the boy was there, but now he was standing up. Naruto still couldn't see his eyes. Naruto glanced behind him again, but the boy still wasn't there. His attention turned back to the mirror; he was surprised to find the boy standing next to him now. Naruto barely caught the voice that sounded like some echo of the past.
"I surprise you, don't I?" the boy asked, "You surprise me more though… Such interesting markings… Are they scars?" the boy ran his fingers over the whisker-like marks on Naruto's face.
"No…" whispered Naruto, scared that the boy would vanish if he talked normally.
"What are they then?" asked the boy. Naruto felt a sudden pain on his face. His hands went up to his face instinctively, and Naruto felt blood. The boy had cut him right across one of his marks.
The boy pulled away, a swift look of horror passing over his face, before an emotionless mask replaced it.
"Sorry," he said in that far-away voice, "I don't know what came over me."
And with that the boy vanished.
Naruto watched the spot where the boy had disappeared for a good four minutes before realizing that the boy was gone, and he was very tried. He stumbled into his bedroom, and fell asleep the instant his head hit the pillow.
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Sasuke reappeared in the attic, were he knew he would end up staying until this new boy got out of his bedroom.
'I could touch him,' thought Sasuke, slightly horrified, 'Is he a… No, he can't be. If he was he wouldn't have just stood there and he could only see me in the mirror… If he's not one of them… Then what is he?'
Sasuke sighed, knowing that he had no idea to what this boy was at all. A small scowl found it's way onto his features and he decided to ask his mentor, Kakashi Hatake, about it tomorrow.
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Naruto woke up the next morning on floor. As usual he had rolled off his bed, still asleep, and took the covers with him. As the boy drowsily awoke from his deep sleep, the strange events of last night found their way into his thoughts. He shook it off as just a dream until he walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror to see a slightly healed cut, right where the boy had sliced into him. He touched it gently and felt a bit of fear pass though him, as if instinct was warning him to stay away from the dangerously beautiful boy. He shook himself out of his daze, quickly brushed his teeth, and rushed downstairs. He glanced at the clock and nearly left the door wide open when he dashed out because he was late.
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Neji sat down on the over-stuffed leather couch and sighed.
"What's wrong?" asked Tenten, one of the few people he ever opened up to.
"There hasn't been a new mission in mouths."
"That's a good thing, though!" said Tenten enthusiastically, "It means we're getting rid of the bigger disturbances."
Neji knew exactly what he meant by 'disturbances'. She meant ghosts. Neji and Tenten were both Rantin, people who had the ability to see and touch ghosts. But being able to do that came with some set backs. The organization made you fight ghosts that were harming people. Ghosts can't touch people, unless they're Rantin, but they can touch inanimate objects, which spells trouble for normal people, but it give jobs to the Rantin.
Neji sighed again.
"I know, but it's boring without any jobs to do."
Tenten plopped down beside him.
"A little time off never hurt anyone, and I'm sure that the next batch of angry sprits will pop up soon!"
Neji raised an eyebrow at the 'angry sprits' thing, but said nothing. It was just one of Tenten's strange quirks. She called ghosts angry sprits. She supposedly got it from her aunt, a so-called psychic, who she had lived with before the organization took her away.
"Hn."
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"Kakashi-sensei?" asked Sasuke, coming up to his perverted mentor.
"Yes, Sasuke?"
"Are there people beside the Rantin who can touch us?"
"Not other people, but demons can. Why do you ask?"
"Just wondering."
'Demons, huh? Could he be? No, there's no way, it's not like he had a tail or ears or anything. He did have those weird strips on his face. I wonder…'
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Author's Note: Um… yah. Not much to say about this… I'm not sure where this idea came from. But, I'm happy! I finally wrote a SasuNaru! –dies from happiness-