Seven years passed after the horrid seven days that forced Uzumaki Naruto to write his last will and testament. Since then, he had left the Uchiha residence. The house did not lay empty, however. The hallways were not bare.
A dark haired child padded his way quickly through the hallway to his parents' bedroom. A red and white fan branded the back of his shirt. Despite them being only down the hall, the six year old felt that the journey was a long, frightening one. When he reached the door, he knocked quickly and pressed his ear to the wood. His mother was always emphasizing the importance of knocking, and even in his frightened state he obeyed.
Through the door, he heard his mother softly call out, "Come in, honey."
His quick feet leaped across the bedroom floor and onto the large overstuffed bed. Crawling between his parents' embrace, the boy nestled up to his mother. She sat up against the head board, brushing her pink hair from her face to rub her eyes. After a moment, she acknowledged her son by stroking his hair from his face.
"What's wrong?" She whispered kindly.
"There's a girl in my closet," The boy concluded with a serious face. Turning away from his mother, he poked his father's cheek for attention.
"Honey, your father just got home awhile ago. He's sleepy," she murmured while pulling his hand away from the sleeping adult. With some victory, the boy watched as his father's eyelashes blinked awake. Knowing not to speak to until his father spoke first, the boy waited attentively. His father groaned and pressed his face into the pillow. Rolling over, he sat up in bed.
"Deactivate your sharingan, son," His father spoke in a low, sleepy tone. "You don't need it."
"Huh?" the boy asked, tilting his head to the side. In his anxiety and fear for the specter in his bedroom, his sharingan had activated accidentally. He had not noticed his eyes bleed red, nor the black tomes spinning… his fear had prevented him from noticing how his eye sight completely had changed.
The child blinked dramatically, but was unable to deactivate his eyes. The child watched his father blink his own on, and then turn it off. Following his elder's example, the child deactivated the bloodline. His eyes reflected their natural green once again.
The boy knew he had developed the trait early in life, but he remained unable to control it reliably.
"Good," his father concluded with a pat on the child's head.
"Our house is haunted… And there's a ghost girl who lives in my closet." The son whispered fearfully to his father. His father tried to patiently listen.
"Son, where did you get an idea like that?" He responded tiredly.
"Uncle Naruto said that he used to sleep in my room," the boy explained. "And when he did there was a girl in the closet… and he asked if I ever saw her."
"And did you before tonight?" His mother asked, trying to lead her son to his own conclusion.
"No! But I never watched for her either!"
"Uncle Naruto is an idiot. Never listen to him," His father responded, pressing his face back into the pillow. The boy watched in fascination as his mother roughly flicked at his father's cheek.
"If he's an idiot, how come he's Hokage?" The boy asked, befuddled by his father.
"Because the entire village is full of idiots..." the boy thought he heard his father grumble into the pillow.
"Sasuke…." His mother warned with a hiss. Turning to her son, she gently ran her hand along his face. "Honey, you were just having a bad dream. I promise."
"But Chidori says she sees them too!"
"You shouldn't scare your little sister with ghost stories. Both of you are imagining things."
The child frowned, not sure if he should believe his mother. Looking somewhat overwhelmed, he turned to his father for attention.
"Bed time story?" He asked, hope hinting into his voice. His father's sleepy eyes looked into him.
"Will you sleep better?" His father asked, willing to pamper the child. He would to do anything to sooth the boy into sleep. The boy nodded with excitement.
Sitting up, the man pulled his son into his arms. As he carried the boy back to his room, the child leaned over his father's shoulder to wave goodnight to his mother. Smiling, his mother laid down to capture some of her own sleep.
As he was carried down the hall, the boy whistled allowed. His family had several ninja cats, and a select few could be found within the home. Often, the boy would find comfort in sleeping with the animals that had been bred and trained to protect him. Much to the child's delight, a cat followed them from down the hall.
As his father tucked him in and the cat settled beside him, the boy tried not to get too excited for story time. His father always had the best bedtime stories.
"What do you want to hear tonight, Ras?"
"Anything."
His father settled himself onto the floor and leaned against the bed. He eyed the closet for a moment, remembering a time when a different loved one had slept in this room. He remembered how the young man was constantly pestering him that week, always talking about ghosts. According to his child, that young man now grown still believed there were ghosts in the household.
Smiling slightly at his anxious son, the father began his bedtime story.
"Once upon a time, there was an idiot."
The boy tilted his head curiously, wondering how his father conjured such strange tales.
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Sasuke luvs his baybuhs! Awww!
So, if you go back to the beginning of the chapters throughout this fic, you will find clips of what Sasuke tells his child before bed! Sasuke's words are always in Italics in paragraphs.
Of course, he will edit some parts of the story so it's appropriate for children. For example, when Sasuke is referencing the party, he never explicitly states that alcohol is involved. There's also a more philosophical tone in his version of the story, so as to teach lessons. At times, Sasuke will also leave out entire chunks of the story.
I am seriously going to miss writing this story. I want to thank all my reviewers who helped get me off my ass and write it! Nothing is more rewarding than to share each new chapter! ^_^ Thank you so much!
Even though this fanfic is over, I promise more are coming. ^_~