Title: 怪物　Body Bag

Author's Note: I felt like writing something utterly psycho today. Let's begin. (smirk)

Prologue

This was not supposed to happen. He should be home now, sound asleep on his bed.

Tonight was just like any other night. Naruto had finished his late night shift, bid his colleagues goodbye and left for home. As usual, he had taken the same route home. Walking down the quiet neighborhood, through its well lit roads with small white apartments tucked neatly on each side, everything was familiar, and nothing seemed out of sort. Even so, he should have been wary; you could never be sure of what you could meet at such ungodly hours.

Then, he heard a noise – clattering and then a heavy thud. Once again, he should have known better to check it out. After all, curiosity kills the cat. The sound had come from a narrow lane which spanned off from the main road into this dark alley. The street lamp which was supposed to light up that area was flickering madly, its weak yellow light throwing everything into wild eerie shadows. For one moment, the blond saw nothing out of ordinary. There was just a car parked to the back entrance of a private apartment and some overturned rubbish cans. "Must be a cat…" Naruto mumbled under his breath and almost turned to leave.

Something moved suddenly, making him faltered in step. There was something heading towards him. Warning bells started to go off in his head, telling him to run but like in some cliché horror movie, he was barely able to back up a few steps before the ominous shadows parted to show its abomination. The man was slightly taller than him, not particularly built that Naruto would have any problem over-wrestling him under normal circumstances. However, the cool teal eyes staring passively at him were with such a commanding aura, it froze him to the spot.

Gracefully, the other stepped further into the flickering light and closer to him. Under the yellowish glow, his short spiky hair came ablaze in bright red and where his eyebrows should be, a tattoo of the Chinese character for love愛bled deeply into his forehead. The raw beauty which the man possessed was intimidating and distracting. It came a little late to Naruto that there was another pressing matter, when recognization of the blood spattered messily across the other's face and clothes finally sunk in. Blue eyes widened in fright, watching in morbid fascination as the redhead licked the blood off his lips, smearing his mouth ruby red.

Then, the emotionless mask broke into a psychotic smirk and Naruto knew nothing anymore.

TBC…