Spirits Within

I don’t own Naruto nor do I make money from it.



Warning: Ghostly sexual encounters, small bit of Sai/Itachi(just flirting), mention of BDSM, spanking, and strap ons.



Spirits Within



Part Two



“Mr. Uchiha. I set up the projector with the slides you phoned me about. This town was barely a smudge on the map back in the eighteen hundreds. It wasn’t anything until Minato Namikaze put this city on the map with his furniture factory. He mass produced some of the most beautiful furniture, making nice things available to the less than wealthy. His pieces are considered priceless today.” she commented as she lead Itachi to a small microfilm room.



“Excuse me, I think you may have gotten confused. I wanted to know about a Naruto Uzumaki, not Minato Namikaze.” he explained.



“Oh, I’m sorry I thought you knew. Naruto Uzumaki was Minato Namikaze’s son.” she smiled.



“Ah, I see. Thank you Ms. Sanderson.” he said dismissively, turning to the machine.



Patricia Sanderson nodded before tottering out of the room towards the front desk. Her hunched body swaying slightly as she shut the door quietly behind her.



Itachi’s eyes were glued on the hazy, fingerprint smudged screen. He paused at a few headlines detailing information about Namikaze, his wife, and their son. It appeared Minato Namikaze and his wife Kushina were immigrants from Japan. He and his wife came to the United States in 1880. After barely scraping by a living for his wife and young son, he opened up a small carpentry business. His reputation for honesty brought him several loyal customers. Soon, his business became too much and he took on a partner, Orochimaru Sannin.



By the turn of the century, Namikaze was quite wealthy, his wife having passed away after a long bought with tuberculosis. While all this was interesting, Itachi groaned at one key fact. There was next to nothing about Naruto. He supposed that Minato was the bigger name, therefore making it into the paper more often. He was about to clean up the workstation when his eyes zeroed in on an obituary.



Minato Namikaze passed away on Friday, October 10, 1903, after sustaining injuries from a fall. He is survived by his son, Naruto Uzumaki. Services for Mr. Namikaze will be held at Sweet Valley Church on October 12, 1903, followed by a reception at Mr. Namikaze‘s home.



He frowned. The details of the dream were so foggy. His mind was having difficulty remembering little more than the emotions that had poured through him. Sorrow. Anger. Despair. Hope.



His fingers tapped on the desktop before clicking a few slides ahead. He reached a particular headline, freezing his blood. His eyes scanned the printed words, praying his eyes were playing tricks on him.



Namikaze Heir Missing



Naruto Uzumaki, son of Minato Namikaze, was reported missing by his friend Kiba Inuzuka after he failed to show for their scheduled meeting. Mr. Uzumaki had recently pledged to keep his father’s business, Rasengan Furnishings, open much to the relief of many of the workers whose livelihood depended on it.



Missing? The dream had him lying dead on the floor. He scanned the remainder of the document before scrolling downward to an article printed a few day after the headline.



Authorities Cancel Search



After seven days of searching, local authorities cancel their search for Naruto Uzumaki. Orochimaru Sannin, former partner of Minato Namikaze, produced signed papers showing Mr. Uzumaki turning over his share of Rasengan Furnishings to Mr. Sannin. It is speculated that Mr. Uzumaki, in order to prevent possible altercations with disgruntled employees, left town for other pastures. The obvious removal of clothing and personal items from the house confirms these allegations. Mr. Sannin vows to continue on where Mr. Namikaze left off.



“Hn.” Itachi sat back in the chair. He wasn’t sure what to believe. The name Orochimaru rang throughout his mind. He was certain the name was spoken in his dream.



“Look at me, I’m acting as if I believe it. Hell, I’m even in the library looking up dead people. I must be insane.” Itachi grumbled, leaving the back room.



As he approached the head desk, Mrs. Sanderson glances up with a smile. “Did you find what you were looking for, dear?”



“You seem to know a lot of the topic yourself.” he said as he signed the clipboard.



“Oh, yes. I’m a member of the historical society.”



“Then maybe you can tell me. What happened to Rasengan Furnishings after Naruto Uzumaki turned over his shares?”



Her face grew thoughtful before she spoke. “Well it lasted another three years before it was closed down. The new owner, Orochimaru Sannin, ran it into the ground. He was all about the profit. There are those among us at the historical society who continue to believe Naruto Uzumaki was murdered by Sannin. It’s all speculation, of course.”



“Of course.’ he murmured, leaving her to her duties.



This was one big headache. He let Sasuke convince him the house was haunted. He subconsciously equated every little thing out of place to a ‘ghost’. It was all in his imagination. At least, he kept telling himself that.



No matter what he told himself, he found himself more and more intrigued by Naruto Uzumaki. He wanted to know more. He wanted Naruto Uzumaki. An Uchiha always got what he wanted but in this case, what he wanted was out of his reach. His mind was providing him with stimuli, giving him the sensation of what he wanted was within his grasp.



He slammed the door of his GMC Arcadia. He was not going to even give this another thought. He would have to accept that Naruto Uzumaki would be forever out of his grasp. The sooner he could accept that, the sooner his life would calm down.



Once inside his new house, he was greeted by Sasuke. The cat purred loudly as he rubbed in and out of his legs. “Were you a good cat today, Sasuke?”



The cat seemed to purr louder at the question. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think the little shit was trying to butter him up. Narrowing his eyes, he peeked through the rooms. Nothing appeared out of place other than the odd cat toy lying around. Sasuke behaving himself when left alone was a rare thing indeed.



“Hn.” he grunted, placing the cat in a chair before walking into the kitchen to fix an early dinner.



His nimble fingers began to chop vegetables while the slices of beef browned on the stovetop. His breath hissed as his finger got in the direct path of the knife, leaving a small nick in his thumb. He turned from the cutting board to rinse his finger under the water. Turning back to board, he found a small band-aid sitting beside the sliced vegetables.



For the longest time, he stared at the small bandage. He knew his mind must be playing tricks on him. His hand reached forward to snatch the brown band-aid from the table. With a bit of skepticism, he scanned the room. He knew he hadn’t put it there and the cat sure as hell didn’t. Sasuke wouldn’t lift a paw to help him even should he be bleeding to death on the kitchen floor.



He would have spent longer analyzing what had just happened when the smell of burning beef sent his thoughts elsewhere, namely towards salvaging his dinner. “Fuck me!”



He pulled the slightly singed beef from the stove. The band-aid incident was firmly pushed from his mind as he finished dinner. It was eatable, though not to his normal standards. The company left much to be desired as well. Sasuke the cat wasn’t the best dinner conversationalist. He supposed there was a little home sickness involved as well. His parents might have a warped sense of thinking, but he knew they loved him. He missed them, and Sasuke. For a moment, he wondered if it was a mistake.



A shiver worked its way through him. It wasn’t a normal shiver, it left warmth in its wake instead of cold. He felt a sense of peace, of calm. It felt similar to the sensation of being hugged only without the touch of arms. Moaning, he leaned back in his chair. He wished with all his being for the touch of a warm chest against his back. Instead, the cool wood of his dining room chair shocked him back into sensibility.



Standing up abruptly, he cleaned up methodically before striping his clothes. The spray of warm water eased the chill having taken root in his innards. For long minutes he stood beneath the pelting water. His head leaned against the cool tile while his fingers clenched and unclenched. It felt as if he was losing his mind. Control, something he always took pride in was draining away. He was lost but he wouldn’t cry. Crying was one boundary he would never cross.



The water began to grow cold. Old houses were not known for ability to maintain hot water. It was just as well, he was finished moping. Grumbling as the cool air hit his wet body, he stared down at the towel neatly folded across the toilet. He couldn’t remember putting it there but was too emotionally exhausted to bother questioning its presence.



Curling naked on the bed, he buried his nose in the plump pillows. The scent of sandalwood delicately fragranced the bed. It was a comforting smell. He moaned, rubbing his face against the pillow while wishing for the presence of another body in his bed. It had been far too long since he’d been held by another. Keeping lovers had become difficult with his parents’ own proclivities against homosexual relationships.



Instantly, the warmth was back. Phantom arms of comfort curled around him as his body arched into the soothing pleasure. He couldn’t deny how warm he felt. He didn’t feel alone despite the knowledge that he was indeed alone.



Turning his eyes to the mirror, he released a strangled moan. Above him played the scene he so wanted in reality. For a moment, he doubted his sanity. Naruto’s strong arms were wrapped around his chest as his back was pressed to a warm chest. Lips ghosted along his ear causing a physical reaction in the body watching. Blue eyes met his own in the mirror. Sad, pleading eyes stared longingly at him.



“Who are you?” Itachi whispered, his hand reaching up to rest over his heart where the hand in the mirror caressed his chest in gentle strokes.



Naruto was whispered through his mind, almost unheard with the spinning through his thoughts.



Itachi kept his eyes fixated on the image above. The stroking hands worked down his naked chest to pause over nipples. A strangled moan escaped his throat once more as he watched Naruto’s hands in the mirror touch him only to create a response in his own body.



“Oh god…” he whispered, his eyes locked on the images above him.



He rolled to his back, eyes locked to the mirror as the blond other kissed down his jaw causing phantom tingles. His neck arched, asking for more all the while his eyes never left the images on the mirror.



Each touch in the mirror was reflected in a response on his body. It wasn’t the same as a physical touch. It was much more erotic than that. Every nerve in his body was screaming in unknown pleasure.



The rational part of his mine was over-ridden by the pleasure seeking part. It was telling him it had been far too long since he’d engaged in physical pleasure. He couldn’t deny he wanted more.



The only part he missed was the weight of another. He cried out as the tingling engulfed his nipples, first one then the other. His hips continued to buck as his erection bobbed against his stomach, leave small smears of cum. Despite the pleasure, it felt one sided. He wanted a more mutual pleasure.



Using the mirror as a guide, he lifted his hand to touch the golden hair. For the space of a split second, he felt the soft locks wrapping around his fingers. The room seemed to shudder as the blond in the mirror threw back his head in pleasure. The sight sent another wave of heat through Itachi.



When he felt warmth engulf his arousal, he screamed. His body arched off the bed, only his shoulders and heels touching the cool sheets. It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced in his life. Tingles danced along every inch of his cock in non stop pleasure.



His fingers gripped the sheets, tearing rips in the material as his eyes locked on the mirror. He couldn’t look away. His soul felt as if it was being pulled from himself and into the mirror. He didn’t care. If it allowed his soul to feel Naruto he would give up anything.



“Please…I…oh god, I need…” The whimpers became louder, echoing through the room.



He could feel the build of his orgasm. The tingling along his shaft became more intense. He his hands swiped wildly at the air above his cock. He wanted desperately to feel the other. A hushed whisper echoed in his ear.



Soon



That was his end. His body pulsed wildly as cum shot across his abdomen. Never had such an orgasm over taken him. His body writhed on the sheets as pulse after pulse burst through him. He’d have never thought something possible.



His eyes watched as the image of Naruto wavered in the mirror. “No!”



Lips turned upward as fingers touched his lips. Soon



With that, the image of Naruto in the mirror was gone. Itachi’s body continued to shake with the aftershocks. His fingers released their clenched grip, wincing as blood flow returned to the stiff digits.



His body continued to shiver, nearly quaking as he ran his fingers through the cooling cum on his stomach. His mind continued to balk wildly at him for even considering the idea of him having just been forced into one of the most powerful sexual experiences of his life by a spirit. His mind balked while his body continued to quiver, taking in the sight presented before him in the mirror.



His hair was spread disheveled around the pillow, small links stuck to the drying sweat on his temple. Cum was smeared across his stomach, white against the pale skin. His body tried to react to the sight, causing another whimper to escape his mouth. He looked as if he’d just been ravished though no human hand had touched him.



He halfheartedly wiped the cum from his body. His ass clenched in want. He wanted to be filled so badly. He growled low, chastising himself. He was getting as bad as his brother. Sasuke was constantly snuffling on the heels of his girlfriend like a puppy.



Burying his face in a pillow, he attempted to relax his body into sleep. It was a futile attempt. His mind was to excited. It kept going over the events having just transpired. Such thoughts were not conductive for sleeping. Taking a couple of deep breaths, he once more sought rest.



Sleep never came. He reached his hand into the bedside table. When his fingers didn’t feel the familiar bottle, he sat up. Digging through the drawer, he was at a loss. The bottle never left this drawer. Groaning, he was too tired to search for the missing pills.



It was nearly three a.m. before he drifted into an exhausted sleep. His mind kept whirling with what he’d experienced. Only when he felt the soothing strokes on his hair did he fall into sleep.



The annoying ringing of his cell pulled him from sleep. He answered without scanning the caller. “Hello?”



“Itachi! Where are you sweetheart? I didn’t believe it when Sasuke told me. Baby, why did you run away?” Mikoto Uchiha’s soft, sugary voice grated on his nerves.



“Mother, I’m old enough to take care of myself.”



“You’re still my baby. Come home. I know this is just you wanting to spread your wings but if you wanted to move out, I know a few really nice apartments across town.”



“Mother, if I’d wanted to live across town, I would have bought a house in town. I needed to get away from you and Father. You both keep throwing women at me, even though I’ve told you I’m gay. I’m not bisexual, I’m not straight, I am gay.” Itachi rubbed the bridge of his nose.



He heard the woman sniff. For a moment he felt guilty for having spoken to her that way. It only lasted a moment before she opened her mouth again.



“Well, I’d hoped one of my sons would be normal. Sasuke is into that bondage thing. Did you know he lets that woman he’s with talk dirty to him. I mean, the man is supposed to be in control of sex…and he let’s that…that floozy tie him up and spank him.” Her voice rose in tone. Itachi had a hand flat on his brow. He’d known about Sasuke’s submissive nature but he didn’t realize his mother knew. To torture Sasuke with the knowledge or not? Oh, the possibilities.



“Mother, what happens in Sasuke’s bedroom shouldn’t be any concern of yours.”



“It’s attitudes like yours that make deviants. What if his children take after him…or you? I heard homosexuality is hereditary. What if the Uchiha name ends with you and Sasuke?”



“Mother…I’m hanging up now. I’ll call you in a few days.”



“Itachi…wait…Itachi.”



Itachi ended the call, crawling back into bed. A glance at the clock told him it was after twelve. He hadn’t slept so late in years but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He dozed off and on for another hour until a thought entered his mind. He frowned, curious why he hadn’t thought of asking her before.



Grabbing his cell, he scrolled through numbers until he came across the number for Sakura Haruno. Hitting send, he waited several moments before a panting voice answered.



“Hello?”



“Sakura are you free?”



“Well, I am seeing a certain dark haired man but I’ve always been into brothers. I‘d even wear a strap on just for you.” she purred into the receiver.



He chuckled at this. She was a good person, a bit possessive but who wouldn’t be when dating someone considered one of the most eligible bachelors on the east coast. The squawk of indignation coming from the background brought a smirk to his lips. Sasuke must be home. He halfway wondered if he’d interrupted anything.



“I’m not sure I could handle you, Sakura.” he chuckled as he striped the bed of soiled linen. “But I have a favor to ask.”



“Tsk, a shame. You would make a delicious sub. What can I help you with?” Itachi wasn’t sure if he should be flattered or indignant on Sauske’s behalf at the sound of genuine disappointment in her voice. Deciding to leave it to Sasuke to fix, he began.



“Sakura, Sasuke tells me you know a bit about the occult.”



“Ah, you are curious about your ghost.”



“He told you?”



“He might have mentioned it. I don’t know what I can tell you. There is much speculation on haunting. Without specifics, the most I can do is suggest reading material.”



“Ghosts aside, what about mirrors and ghosts?”



The other end was silent for a minute before she spoke. “Well, give me a minute.”



He listened as she shuffled through a few things before coming back on the line. “What would you like to know?”



“Anything.”



“Well, an old custom, mostly died out now, said when a person died in a house, all the mirrors were covered to prevent the soul from being confused and trapped in them. Reflections in ancient times were said to be the image of the soul. Hence why Dracula didn’t have a reflection. He didn’t have a soul.”



Jotting down what she said on a note pad, he sat down to stroke Sasuke. “Is there any way to communicate with a ghost?”



A bark of laughter sounded before she spoke. “Take your pick, medium, Ouija boards. There is even a belief that you can see the image of your deceased loved one by lighting to tall white candles on either side of a mirror. Itachi, as much as I love the occult, I take it with a grain of salt. You were really stressed here and the move probably added to that. Any ‘supernatural’ occurrences you think you are having are probably nothing more than your imagination picking up on that nonsense Sasuke was spouting.”



“Thank you for your help, Sakura.”



“I probably shouldn’t tell you this but the Gaelic people believed that on Samhain, the veil between the land of the living and the dead grew thin. The dead were allowed to live as a mortal for this one night.”



“When is Samhain?”



“October 31.”



“Halloween? Are you pulling my leg?”



“I kid you not. The church adopted several of the holidays and festivals of the pagans to make the conversion easier. Much of the original belief was lost through time. Listen Itachi, if it was possible for spirits to manifest themselves on Halloween, I’d think it would be more widely known. This is just ancient beliefs of men who looked for reasons to explain the things they couldn’t understand.”



“I promise not to do anything insane. Take care of my brother, Sakura.”



“You know I will, Itachi.”



He ended the call. Most of what she told him was superstition. The part about Samhain however, interested him greatly. Grabbing his laptop, he soon found himself seated in Starbucks, drinking coffee while researching Samhain. There was a million speculations about the night. It was hard to determine the real from the fabricated.



Closing laptop, he frowned his frustration. He was frustrated not only at the possibility of a ghost but also at himself for believing it. He wanted so desperately for Naruto to be an essence in his home, he’d begun searching for ways to make him real.



The drive home was short. The sun was just beginning to set as he unlocked the door. A call from behind him gave him pause.



A young man, probably in his early twenties jogged up to the steps. His short black hair shone in the fading sun. He smiled brightly but it didn’t make his eyes to sparkle as a Naruto’s did. He firmly pushed that thought from his mind.



“Hello, I’m Sai. The house next door was turned into three apartments a couple of years back and I rent one of them.”



Itachi took the hand. “Itachi Uchiha.”



“I was actually surprised to hear the house had been bought what with all the rumors of it being haunted.” he asked his fingers caressing Itachi’s before dropping. “I’ve seen some of your work, Mr. Uchiha. I must say I’m impressed. I’m an art student at the local college. One of my teachers loved to shit on your work, something about it lacking the elegance of the dead artists. Most of us knew he was just jealous. I can see why.”



Itachi smiled to himself as he saw the younger man eying him. It was refreshing to be hit on and knowing he could take the other up on the offer without having to deal with meddling parents. “Well, I’m glad you found my work interesting. It will be nice to get back to painting once I’m settled in. It was nice meeting you, Sai.”



“Would you like to go get some coffee? I’d like to talk with you some more.” The smile dropped from Sai’s face, leaving it blank as if he already expected a rejection.



“Well, I don’t want to go out but I can make us some coffee here.” Itachi offered.



A different smile lit up the other’s face. This one actually reached his eyes. So, this was the real Sai. He really was an attractive man when he smiled. The younger man immediately accepted the offer, following him into the house.



While Sai strolled through the house, Itachi set about making coffee. As it brewed, he searched through the cabinets for the sugar. He frowned. He knew he had some. Setting some cream on a tray he knelt to examine the lower cabinets. Standing, he glared at the tray. The cream was overturned. Annoyance shot through him.



Cleaning the tray, he replaced the cream with milk. Pouring the coffee into two mugs, he carried the beverage tray into the living room where Sai was seated. “I’m sorry, I don’t have any sugar. I must have misplaced it.”



“It’s alright. A couple of my dickless friends turned me onto using more cream than sugar.” Sai answered, taking the mug and stirring in a large amount of milk before bringing it to his lips.



The mug, made of a sturdy ceramic, chose that moment to break. Sai cried out as hot liquid poured over his legs. Itachi set aside his own cup to quickly grab a towel from the nearby closet. He blotted up the spilled coffee from the cotton pants. He couldn’t help but notice the significant bulge through the thin cotton. His wayward mind didn’t let him forget that it had been over a year since he’d had full out sex.



“Are you alright?” he asked, trying to get his mind off of sex.



“I’ve been better. Do you have a bathroom I can clean up in?”



“Down the hall, second door on the left.” Sai nodded and left, a fact Itachi was grateful for.



Itachi was cleaning up the shattered ceramic when he heard a loud banging. Heading down the hall, he found the source of the banging to be the guest bathroom. “Sai?”



“I can’t open the piece of shit door.” Came the shout from within.



Grabbing the knob, he found it stuck. Putting his shoulder to the door, he pushed with all his might. Not a budge. Later, he would never understand why he said it but before he could think, he uttered a few words under his breath.



“Naruto, that’s enough.” They must have been the magic words. The door swung open.



“I think it’s time I headed home. Maybe the next time we have coffee, we could go out. I don’t think your ghost likes me very much.” Sai smiled, the fake smile back in place.



“I’m really sorry.”



“Don’t be, I’ll definitely be seeing you around.”



Itachi showed him to the door before turning to empty room. “Alright you damn ghost, show yourself!”



To be continued.