Hey! Finally, another update, Well, it's been a good six monthes, so I'm sorry for that. But, I got a new laptop back in June, and I've had this chapter finished for about a month, but I never got around to proof-read it.

Still didn't, so exuse me for typos and a misuse of words, I'm lazy.

PLEASE REVIEW! It will seriously make my day like ten times better to know people read this crap.

You can't see me, you can't see me!

But then again, have you ever really looked?

Haruno Sakura stood outside of room 666, her hand falling on the doorknob, then off, then back on. This continued for a wile before a nurse shuffled down the hallway and gave her a strange look, and she could only smile and open the door.

As usual, it was pitch-black, the only source of vision fueled by a flickering red bulb that was tucked in the corner. From her doorway, she could see Itachi Uchiha sitting by the bulb, a hand over his eyes, leaning against a desk.

"Food," she said, pushing in her cart, wheeling it over towards his silhouette. He glanced up through half opened eyes, not even giving her a smile.

"Itachi?" she asked harshly, and then she realized how frail he looked. The red light cast an eerie glow onto him, as if she was looking through a stained-red window, his skin pasty and translucent. His eyes, his crimson red eyes, were tinted a more then usual, millions of veins jutting out towards the pupil.

"Itachi?" she asked softly, suddenly realizing that he may have indeed been crying. She nearly pushed the car into the wall as she hurried towards him.

"Are you—"

"It's not a good day today," he croaked in a hoarse whisper, covering his eyes again.

"Itachi, I—"

And then he pointed towards the half opened door, not even gracing her with one last look. Sakura glanced at the cart, where his tray of a tuna sandwich and an apple and drink was neatly laid out for him. Carefully, she set it down next to him, and he made no intention of recognizing that she was still there.

For a moment, she stood there, watching him. The light buzzed loudly, growing more audible by the instant, so loud that Sakura almost wanted to smash it. She had the strangest urge to hug Itachi right then; he looked so pale, so fragile, as if he would break under the slightest touch.

Without hesitating any longer, she slowly pushed the cart towards the door, where she stopped once more and turned back. The buzz was still growing, louder and louder, until she heard someone reach over and click, it was gone, leaving the room in total darkness.

As soon as her shift was over and Sakura was able to go home, she hurried into her house, where Naruto and his new friend were sitting at the kitchen table, eating sandwiches.

"Hey ugly!" Naruto grinned as she set her bag down on the kitchen table, running her fingers through her hair. She grimaced as a little puppy clawed at her heals, suddenly irritated.

"Shut up, you sack of crap," she snarled as she fixed herself a glass of water. Beside Naruto, Kiba laughed.

"Someone sounds peachy."

Sakura suddenly stopped as she dug through the refrigerator for something to eat, and sniffed the air. "Why the hell does it smell like apples in here?"

"Tsunade said the house smelled gross," Naruto said, pointing to a red-scented candle, set just on the table. "But I said it was just Kiba's dog."

"Shut up!" Kiba scowled.

Suddenly, Sakura stopped. She turned around and stared at the candle, and an idea brewed inside of her mind. "Naruto, let's play a game."

Naruto looked up, bewildered.

"Let's try and contact the dead."

Ten minutes later, the three sat in a circle on the hardwood floor of Sakura's room, the apple candle burning brightly in the center. All of them were holding hands, and the picture of the Uchiha family was laid out before them, their eerie faces staring blankly into their own.

"Ooh, I'm holding Sakura's hand!" Kiba teased, squeazing her fingers. Sakura ripped her hand away and glared.

"Shut up. Now, who knows how to do this thing?"

"Candles…holding hands…picture…I guess we just sit there and wait."

"For what?" Naruto hissed. "The sun to dye out? I've got stuff to do."

Sakura rolled her eyes; she should have done this alone. For a moment, the three sat in perfect silence, the only sound being Kiba's dog licking himself (lord knows where) and the jingle of his collar. Sakura started dreaming about how much pet hair was going to be on her floor, wondering if she could sweep it up or if she would have to get the big vacuum—

"If your trying to contact me, you aren't doing a very good job."

Sakura looked up.

Sasuke Uchiha.

He was standing in front of the candle, his foot on the picture. His hands were in his pockets, staring down at them all with a bored expression.

"Oh my god!" Sakura shrieked, "NARUTO LOOK!"

Naruto looked around, "What?!" he yelled, standing up. Akamaru went berserk, barking and growling at Sasuke, who made a disgusted face, mumbling "I hate dogs."

"Can't you see him?!" Sakura shouted, pointing. "Can't you see him, Naruto?!"

Naruto looked into the center, where the candle was, then said; "I don't see anyone!"

"I'm scared!" Kiba whined, grabbing his insane dog and running out the door. Naruto was right behind him, both whimpering like little four-year-olds.

So much for that. Sakura rolled her eyes then turned back to where Sasuke was standing, his arms crossed, his feet inches from the candle's flame. With one swift motion of his foot, the candle flickered out.

"Okay, um," Sakura said, scratching the back of her head. Her fingers shook in fear, and she had trouble keeping herself balanced. What the hell was she supposed to say? "So, Sasuke, I know you've probably been here a long time…in this room, I mean, and I think maybe it's time you move on to a better room…perhaps Naruto's? Yeah, his, it's a lot bigger and has a nice view of the garden. Or Tsunade's, hers is the master bedroom! What's that, you want to be in the living room where you can watch TV? Well lucky you, cause we've got a comfy couch! And that's not it, you can—"

"Oh god, you are so spacey," Sasuke hugged, his arms crossed over his chest. "Can't you focus for like five minutes, or do you just have sever ADHD?"

"I have never freaking talked to a GHOST before!" Sakura shrieked, and all at once she felt the sudden fear of there being a ghost in her room. She backed up against the wall, her arms flailing for something of protection—all she came up with was a bottle of contact cleaner and a plaque she won last year for a science fair.

"You know," Sasuke said, a smirk on the corner of his lips. "I think me and you can get along just fine."

"Get along!" She screamed. "Your DEAD!"

"Am I?"

It took her a moment to realize that he was mocking her. She cleared her throat, and straitened up her back. Taking a breath, she said, "Why are you haunting my house?"

"It's not your house," the Uchiha replied simply, "It's mine."

"Not anymore," Sakura replied. "If it was yours, then we wouldn't have been able to buy it. But, we were, so—"

"So that means you can invade my house!" Sasuke snapped, narrowing his eyes. "Just because of a piece of paper said you could!"

Sakura cringed, and she shrank back against the wall once more. Sasuke took a breath, and let out a long sigh. For a moment, the two stood there, him looking down on her with somewhat sympathetic eyes, her looking up at him in sheer terror.

"Listen, you," he said, regaining his harshness. "I need your help, kid, and I need it desperately."

"Why can I only see you?" Sakura whispered, tears suddenly running out of her eyes, dripping onto the floor. She wasn't quite sure why she was crying, and cursed herself for doing so. "Why can't anyone else see you?"

"Luck of the draw, my dear," Sasuke said, smirking. He shrugged. "Few people can see a guy like me, and it's strange I happen to meet up with one of those few people in this millennia."

Before she could say anything in reply, she heard someone thumping up the stairs. Sasuke must have heard it as well, because he glanced back at her and said, "Meet me in the garden tonight, at midnight. If you don't show up, take a good guess at what will happen."

Sakura took a breath, but as she was about to speak, Naruto suddenly burst through the door, a knife in hand.

"Sakura!" he bellowed, "Where is that zombie?!"

"Did you even see him, Naruto?" Kiba snapped from behind him, poking his head through the door. Akamaru scampered around their feet, sniffing the floorboards for some trace of Sasuke. But, he found none, and as Sakura turned back towards where Sasuke had once been, 

she found nothing but thin air and a slightly cold draft. The candle had been blown out, the picture untouched and solemn.

"Sakura!" Naruto cried, rushing towards her. "You're crying!"

Sakura then just realized that she was. She'd nearly forgotten. She touched her cheek, the tears cool beneath her fingers. One stray tear slipped off of her chin and plummeted towards the ground, landing on the picture, right on Sasuke's right eye and part of the older boy's left ear.

Slowly, she bent down and picked it up, her fingers still trembling. She ran her finger over Sasuke's childish face, and then over Itachi's strong face.

There was no proof that Itachi Uchiha, the mental patient in the hospital down the street, was this man in the photo. Though they had resemblance, Sakura suddenly realized that perhaps Itachi was related to him, as some far distant relative.

But there was proof for one thing. And that was the fact that Uchiha Sasuke was indeed, a ghost, that haunted her home and had been haunting her home for the last one hundred years.

Night had come too quickly. After dinner, Naruto filled Tsunade in of the strange incident of earlier, of contacting the dead with his step sister. Tsunade chucked and waved her hand,

"Oh, please, Don't tell me you believe in those things," she said to Sakura.

Sakura looked up at her guardian. She hesitated; why not tell them both? It would have made things easier, and perhaps she could have moved out of this home for good, leaving everything just how it was before everyone had come. Just how the Uchiha had left it.

But then again, she had a sudden flash of Sasuke's face, and she said, "No, I don't believe in those things, Tsunade."

Naruto could tell she was lying, but instead of arguing, he excused himself to go to bed.

After everyone had turned out the lights and the clock struck midnight, Sakura crept out of bed and hurried down the stairs, sliding open the back door. The garden, which had nearly dissolved with years of age, buzzed with bugs and the sound of hissing insects filled her ears. She took a paper lantern that rested on the ground and lit it from an old-fashioned lighter which was tucked on the inside, hanging it up on the low roof.

"You shouldn't touch peoples things, especially if they aren't yours," Sasuke said, appearing from behind. Sakura jumped, then spun around, her eyes wide.

"You have to stop doing that," she said, breathing hard. Her hearth thudded in her chest. "Now, tell me what you are."

"Isn't that quite obvious?" the Uchiha remarked. "I am a ghost. End of it."

"Ghost's aren't real," she said coolly. "Spirits are."

"A girl that can think. I like that," Sasuke remarked, smirking. Funny, Sakura suddenly realized that smirk was almost identical to that of Itachi.

"Yes, I am a spirit, but I am not dead, really. You are familiar with the Uchiha Massacre, am I right?"

"I am," Sakura breathed, swallowing. "Over a hundred years ago, correct?"

"Ding. A hundred years ago, a man named Uchiha Itachi murdered the entire part of this village, known as the Uchiha Clan.

Sakura sucked in her breath. No, no, no—Itachi. Could this mean that the man, the man with the identical eyes of Sasuke, could be just like him…a spirit? That couldn't be. Itachi could be seen by everyone, not just her—he was in the hospital, for Christ's Sake. But her mind flashed 

back towards the picture of the eldest boy and Sasuke himself; the two looked like brothers, and Itachi mysteriously resembled the eldest boy, by very much.

"He basically murdered every one who had lived within the districts limits," Sasuke continued, and he squinted up towards the sky. "But then, there was me."

Sakura felt the air turn chiller.

"Itachi did some sort of practice, much like magic or voodoo. And he was quite good with it, as well—he called them jutsus. It is some sort of Ancient act that the Japanese invented years ago, and it uses 'Chakra'—as in, your own life's energy."

That sounded beyond bizarre. Sakura felt herself nearly hold in a laugh. It was ridiculous; life energy? Jutsus? It sounded no more believable than a magician pulling a rabbit from his hat or voodoo dolls.

"He found some way to destroy my body, but keep my spirit—."

"But why can I see you?"

Sasuke merrily shrugged. "I believe a lot of people can see spirits; it's not a one-in-one-thousand sort of thing. But, there aren't many spirits. Havent you ever seen something, so odd looking, that you knew it couldn't be real? And you happened to be the only one too actually see it?"

Sakura then thought hard, back into her childhood, but could only think of silly things, like seeing a flash in the corner of her eye and seeing nothing there, just small things that didn't add up to having some spirit-seeing ability or anything.

Sakura stood there, waiting for him to continue, but he kept squiting up at the sky, as if he was looking for something. He showed no signs of continuing on, so Sakura finally spoke;

"Why are you haunting me, then?"

"Because I need your help," Sasuke replied. "I need you to help me get back to normal, and get another body."

"So you can live among the living?"

"That, yes, but something else."

"What?" Sakura said, her voice nearly a whisper. What else could he possibly want to do besides live?

"I want you to help me kill Itachi Uchiha," Sasuke said, his voice as cold as the air around him. Sakura gasped, and looked up at him, his red eyes calm and unwavering. Around him, the wind suddenly picked up, swirling around them both. The garden's dead leaves blew together and all was quiet but the sound of the whistling wind. At once, the paper lantern blew out, leaving them both in darkness.

DUN DUN DUN! Okay, so this chapter was sort of just to push you in the direction I think I'm going with this.

And I've got a question: which POV should I use? First or Third?

As in, "she said" or, "i said" ? Please get back to me, I want to know what you guys prefer.