Bits and Pieces: Naruto
Don't Go Out (horror)
Title: Don’t Go Out
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Kurenai, Asuma, Naruto
Story collection: Bits and Pieces: Horror Edition
Word count: 849
Warnings: talks of: serial killers
Urban Legend: The Crying Baby
AN: *cackles and dies* Soooo tired. So very tired. Enjoy
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Lounging on the couch, waiting for her husband to come home for lunch, enjoying her day off, Kurenai groaned as she slowly stretched and checked the time. “Just an hour,” she sighed, putting her book to the side. Standing up, she picked up her mug and padded to the kitchen, making sure her curtains were shut as she passed the front windows.
Having a cop for a husband, especially one who worked nights, meant that she was a tad paranoid about front windows around her front door. Especially when she was home alone when she wasn’t at work.
Pouring a cup of coffee and adding creamer to the grocery list when she learned that they were low, she moved back to the living room and sat down. Cup near her on a side table and book in hand, she turned on the TV, keeping it to just low background noise, Kurenai sighed, relaxing once more. “Not even an hour now,” she mused, looking at her phone clock.
Ten minutes later, and several pages into her current trashy romance book, the sound of a baby crying came from outside making her jerk just as she was putting her cup back down. The half-filled cup sloshed, just a bit landing on the coffee table. Ignoring that for the moment, she stood from her chair and very carefully walked to the side window.
The baby crying got more insistent from outside. Twitching the curtains very slightly so that she was peeking outside, she looked out onto the dark street, noting that nothing was moving. Very few porch lights were actually on, a usual sight for her neighborhood. Letting the curtain closed, feeling a sliver of dread work it’s way through her, Kurenai moved away from the window and to the side table lamp.
Hesitating and deciding not to turn off the light just yet, she grabbed her phone instead and walked to the half bathroom, closing the door behind her. Locking it behind her, she carefully shoved the chair that they had in there for the bad days when her knee didn’t let her stand for long periods and sat on the toilet.
Her first call was to her husband. “Asuma…there’s something wrong. I’m scared,” she said lowly.
“What’s wrong?” Asuma asked, sounding series at the words.
“There’s a baby crying outside. It doesn’t sound right, almost like it’s on repeat,” Kurenai told him. “I remember what Naruto told me a couple days ago, how he thought he had heard a baby cry while he was sleeping but couldn’t find anything but some foot prints in his back yard.”
Asuma called out something before coming back to the phone. “Kurenai, where are you?” he asked.
Kurenai looked at the bathroom door. “In our half bath. With the servant’s door,” she replied, kicking at the small door that lead into a small hallway that would lead out into the rest of the house and out of it if need be.
“Stay put. Make sure the door is locked just in case,” he instructed. “We’re on our way,” he told her.
“Right,” Kurenai breathed, listening the baby crying get louder outside, muffled by the walls between her and it.
She swallowed heavily as she waited for her husband to arrive, playing a game to kill the time and keep herself from panicking. She jumped when there were footsteps heading to the bathroom and the person knocked on the door.
“Kurenai? You in there?” Kakashi, Asuma’s work partner, called. “It’s safe to come out.”
“Oh thank god,” Kurenai breathed, standing up and putting her phone to the side so she could pull the chair from the door. Setting it aside, she opened it and sighed at finding the silver haired man standing there, smiling at him. “Is there anything?” she asked.
“Footprints. Asuma is taking pictures before he’s moving around. We have a crime scene crew coming right now,” Kakashi said, pulling her into a hug before leading her into the kitchen.
He took the information down while Asuma guarded the scene after turning off the early morning sprinkler system, watching the street with thinned lips. An hour later, Shizune walked in with thinned lips, holding a doll very carefully in her hands, Sakura following after her with the evidence bag.
“I don’t think we’re gonna find any prints on this, but this is what was crying,” Shizune said, showing the two in the kitchen, Asuma slipping in. “I’m going to guess that the guy who has been running around killing people all over the place used this to get people to come out of their house. It’s a good thing you nor Naruto left your house.”
“It seems as if this guy is focused on nurses. Gonna need to talk to the hospitals around here to find out who worked where and what cases they worked on,” Sakura said. Kurenai groaned, burying her face into her hands.
“I’m going to fucking go to Naruto’s place on my days off from now. Fuck this shit. He’s getting into nights anyways,” she moaned.