The world was black, void of light; it was quite. Hollow footsteps echoed through the tenebrous expanse.

"Sharingan!" the raven haired male yelled, listening to the echo resonate throughout the area.

Looking around with his crimson color eyes, he saw nothing. It was pure emptiness, cold and devoid of anything and everything.

"Sasuke..." a deep titanic voice thundered through the dark plane.

The raven whipped his head around, scanning the room fervently with his glowing red eyes.

"Who's there?" Sasuke demanded, unable to find the source with his enhanced vision.

Gigantic hands surrounded by purple chakra enclosed around an unaware Sasuke. The raven turned around, sensing the presence, only to look at the huge creature engulfed by a heavy flame of purple chakra.

"Susanoo." The raven whispered, staring in awe of the titan.

"The darkest shadow exists only in the presence of the brightest light..."

The titan clasped his hands around Sasuke, engulfed in purple flame.

Sasuke jolted out of his slumber, sweat darkening his ombre hair. He stared around the empty room, turning to his empty bedside. The raven sighed, taking slight comfort in the fact that Sakura was at her parents' house that week.

He could hear birds chirping in the early morning light; it was still early. A week had passed since the fiasco at the hot-spring. The raven barely remembered what had happened; one minute he was about to sit down for dinner, and afterwards he had no recollection of the events that had passed.

All that he remembered was darkness...

Sasuke let out a deep breath, still shaken by his nightmare. He made his way to the bathroom, his footsteps echoed through the uninhabited manor.

"The brightest light..." Sasuke mumbled to himself. Closing his eyes, the sombre ninja began envisioning bright cerulean eyes, sunshine colored spikes, and a sparkling smile.

He shook his head and stared at the blond in the framed Team 7 picture that was sitting on his personal shelf.

Red was everywhere; crimson flowing out of everything.

"...Mom? " he thought he heard her, "MOM?"

Frantic footsteps were pitter-patting on the hard floors flooded, flooded by crimson. All he could see was covered with the horrifying color. All he felt was needles pricking at every inch of skin, on every organ of his being, on top of every nerve.

The closer he got to his mother's room, the more red he saw. Drowning, he felt like he was drowning in it. All he could smell was iron; he wanted to regurgitate. The boy wanted to turn back, but he knew, had a nagging feeling, that his mother was just up ahead.

She would say everything was already was okay. He smiled; everything would be okay once he saw her. She would wipe all the red away, hold him in her arms and rock away the pain.

"Mom?" he whined as he got closer to the door, "...Momma?"

Hand on the cold doorknob, he felt apprehensive, dread. He was telling himself that she was just sleeping. Pregnant people are always sleeping, knocked out by having to feed life to another.

With that reasoning, the boy turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. His eyes widened; losing all self-control, he threw up at the sight that met him.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Kenta's screams shattered the air around him.

"Wake up! Get up Kenta!" Naruto held the teen, shaking him in desperation.

Kenta stared at the cerulean eyes filled that were filled with concern. He let out a shaky breath, eyes now focusing on reality.

Naruto let out a sigh of relief. He had been trying to get his landlord-boss to stop screaming for half an hour.

The blond stared at the teen who was getting up from the bed.

"You okay?" Naruto asked.

His question was answered with a cold stare.

"..." Kenta stood there, silent.

"I said, are you okay?" Naruto repeated his question, fearing that the teen had lost his mind. Silence continued to linger in the air.

"Are you going to stay in here and watch me get undressed?" Kenta said in a hollow voice.

"Huh?" Naruto responded.

"I'm going to take a shower; I can't take off my clothes when I'm being stared at." Kenta stated bluntly, facing away from the blond. "Pedophile."

Naruto stared at him blankly before registering the sentence.

"Oh." The blond responded still staring at the blue-haired teen.

"Well?" Kenta's voice was slightly shaky.

"Okay," Naruto said, getting up, "I'll be right downstairs if you need me."

Once the blond closed the door, Kenta ran to the bathroom connected to his room; the scent of puke invaded his senses.

"...and I had no idea what was going on!" Naruto said animatedly.

The blond was walking on a quiet street in Konoho, the sun was shining brightly and the air was unbearably humid. It was probably due to the heat that the usually busy street was so empty; people were choosing to stay inside with their air conditioning. Naruto was holding grocery bags, a bead of sweat dripped down his brow.

"Well.." Saito said hesitantly, "that's probably going to happen from time to time."

The green-haired co-worker was busy sucking on a orange popsicle. He furrowed his eyes at the glaring sun.

"What's wrong with him?" Naruto asked fervently, "I've never heard screams like that in my entire life!"

Naruto remembered Kenta coming downstairs after a shower. Before the blond could ask him what was going on, Kenta said something about having to do paperwork on the damages caused by the fiasco last week. The blond hasn't seen him since.

"That's for him to tell you," Saito slurped loudly on his melting flavored ice.

Naruto frowned as he headed back to the house; staring at all the ingredients in the grocery bags.

"Ah! My hands are all sticky!" Saito whined. Naruto rolled his eyes; he felt a gentle kick from his abdomen.

"...what in Hell?" Kenta dropped his satchel filled with paperwork onto the floor as he read the banner stating 'COME TO THE KITCHEN!' taped on the entryway of his house.

He had just gotten back from a long work-day that was filled with paperwork and tedious phone-calls to the harpies at The Accredited Bank of Konoha. Then some stupid foreigner kid had the nerve to pee in the hot-spring. The vein above his eyebrow pulsed with irritation. Now he had to come home to the huge freaking banner duck-taped to his walls?

As he stormed through the hallway leading to the kitchen, he was greeted by a delicious aroma. He stomach started rumbling and his salivary glands released a torrent of drool into his mouth. The amazing smell seemed to erase every thought in the genin's mind.

"Hey!" The blond greeted him warmly. Naruto was seated at the kitchen table, motioning for Kenta to sit next to him.

"What the heck is this?" Kenta demanded, walking towards the stool next to Naruto. He pulled out the seat and stared at what was in front of him. A bowl steaming with a strong, mouth-watering smell. It was ramen with golden broth and a colorful array of vegetables, meats, and naruto fish-cakes. His stomach groaned, commanding him to sit down.

"It's dinner." Naruto said, picking up his chopsticks. He stared at the teen who was staring intently at the bowl.

Naruto held his breath. Maybe his plan had backfired. He should have known that ramen didn't fix everything for people that weren't him. What if Kenta was allergic? Although given by the fact that every floor in the house was covered with empty ramen noodle cups when he first arrived, he assumed that wasn't the case. The blond gulped.

"...Itadakimasu." Kenta said quietly, picking up his chopsticks. The teen precariously ate a fish-cake. Naruto smiled, relieved. Then the blond watched as the teen started to inhale the ramen, eating voraciously with droplets of broth spraying everywhere.

Naruto chuckled, turned away from the teen and prepared to dig in himself.

~Bing-bong! The doorbell chimed. Naruto looked up quizzically, staring at Kenta who seemed to have no intention of being pulled away from his meal.

The blond groaned, making his way towards the door. He pouted, staring longingly behind him and watching the ramen get further and further away.


"I'm coming! Hold your horses!" The blond said in a frustrated manner.

He put his hands on the doorknob and angrily swung open the door.

"It's freakin' 8 o'clock! We're eating dinner here!" He yelled. Naruto regretted the comment as he stared at the visitor.


Re-uploaded b/c there were no page breaks :)

Note: I just wanted to say that my original plans for more 'frequent' updates was sort of sacked when I decided to take summer classes. I had no idea how grueling it is to do school-work in the summer; I've had absolutely no time for anything but eat, sleep, homework, and study.

As many of you have pointed out via PMs, I'm aware of the fact that fanfiction is taking down M-rated fics with explicit content. I'm going to delete all the 'explicit' scenes from this story (if you see any, please point out the chapter) and switch my rating from M to T. I hope that doesn't affect anyone.

I've had a commenter ask about taking over my story. Although I am flattered, I have to decline. I still have a path that I need to go with this story (no matter how long it takes for me to write it). This is my story filled with my characters and setting.

As per updating: In my defense, I have to add that fanfiction is a hobby. It's suppose to be a stress relief and a place for me to upchuck my thoughts. I can't have this be an added stress; it'll just turn me off from writing in the first place. My goal is to make a story that I'm personally happy with. If I happen to make others content along the way then so be it, otherwise I'm not concerned.