Melody (Konoha School Of Arts)

8. The day

I didn't post on Saturday! Mengo mengo😋

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Naruto awoke to the smell of something burning and the sound of a fire alarm. Mind and vision bleary from his sleep's interruption, Naruto walked out of his room to the kitchen where the smell was coming from. His mother must've left something on fire again.

The kitchen was a mess which was so unusual for his parents. What he assumed was bacon was already smoking, hence the fire alarm and rain of water from the sprinklers. Whisked egg was spilled across the counter with the bowl and whisker askew on the marble top.

The blond walked towards the burner inquisitively, where was his mother? Surely she was supposed to notice all the clamour coming from the kitchen. That being said, where was his father?

The eleven year old's blue eyes widened with shock when he glanced around and saw a glimpse of his mother's red hair from behind the kitchen island. He rounded it only to be met with an even more shocking sight.

There on the floor lay his mother. Her eyes were open and glassy, having lost their original colour to death and her mouth, red with drying blood. Other than her long red locks of hair Kushina was surrounded by the redness of her own blood, seeping from the injury on her abdomen.

"M-mum?" Naruto's voice was small with shock and horror. His movements were automatic as he stumbled over to her side and shook her. Kushina was stiff with rigor mortis already. "Mum!" Naruto yelled. "Dad! Dad! Come help, mum is hurt!"

The boy picked himself up and ran to his parents' room where he hoped his father was.

"Dad-!"

Naruto froze at the sight. Just like his mother, his father was sprawled on the floor of the room but with a knife imbedded deep in his abdomen.

The next few moments used to be  a blur to Naruto but now he saw it clearly. He had tried to help his father, had tried to remove the knife but his hands were too shocked to move the it from his abdomen. The man's mouth was moving but nothing was coming out of it, not that Naruto could hear in his frazzled state of mind.

The boy's blue eyes were glued on a spot feet away from his father's head. Hidden among the shadows in the huge bedroom was a pair of feet. A man's feet to be exact. He wore what looked to be military boots and took slow menacing steps out of the shadows until Naruto was suddenly face to face with him; the man who murdered his parents.

He had whitish-blue shoulder length hair and wild black eyes that promised painful things to the young one who just saw his face. Naruto remained hunched over his father, hands on the knife in his stomach, unmoving and very terrified as the man withdrew a dagger from his trenchcoat and walked towards him.

Every step he took echoed in Naruto's head.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

His heart raced as the man grabbed him by the hair and lifted his face to look at him.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

The dagger was raised and lowered but stopped inches away from his chin when the sound of sirens permeated the silence. Naruto was saved by a miracle. He was stunned to silence even as the fire fighters put off the fire in the house. He remained hunched over his father's body due to the immense shock and that was how the fighters found him.