Ready or Not, Here I Come

Say You'll Haunt Me

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, but I do own my two OCs and the plot of this story.

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WARNING: Sex, non-consent, violence, and dark themes.

Chapter One: Say You'll Haunt Me

"Ready or not, here I come."

The soft whisper rang like music through their ears, sending a cool autumn-like chill across their sweaty skin. The voice was eerie, mischievous, and playful, as if it belonged to a small child.

But had it belonged to a young child in need of a friend, they would not have been huddled away in their hiding spot. Their house would not be in shambles, nor would either of them be injured. Alas, had it been the voice of a harmless little boy, Seven would have burst from her hiding place and hugged him. Instead, she sat in silence. Instead, she gripped her brother's hand desperately, fearing for their lives.

The sweet, beckoning voice was not as it seemed; they already knew this.

The pair were huddled for warmth in the cool darkness of a closet. They were cold and terrified, unsure of what their fate held. Flare pulled his hand to his mouth and shook his head. Tears were spilling from his wide blue eyes. He forced himself to hold back the whimpers that so desperately wanted to emerge. Seven gripped his hand tighter and looked away. Salty tears were also sliding down her rosy cheeks, but she did not want her little brother to see them. She was the sibling who kept him from falling apart. She was the sibling who was always calm and collected in dreadful situations. During their parents' funeral, she had waited until she was alone to cry. Flare had been the one sobbing during the burial, wishing death upon their parents' murderers.

A soft sniffle came from Flare's direction and Seven gave his hand a light squeeze. They could not afford to give themselves away. She found herself wishing that they were playing a silly game of hide-and-seek, without the threat of death looming over them.

Wiping her eyes, Seven leaned forward to inspect the room beyond the closet. Though a closet was an obvious hiding spot, it was still a hiding spot. 'Maybe that headshot I gave him will render him stupid,' she thought, and almost laughed. There was nowhere to escape. He would come for them and he would find them. Once he found them, he would kill them. Seven heard Flare gulp; he was thinking the same thing.