Hello, readers. I am the humble author named Arelene Wayenfield. Rather known as : Arelene 1999. I hope you like the fanfic. This is my first fanfic. Please be a bit stern. Just in case, you are not a member of but still are interested in rateing, then you still can do that. okay? Let's get on with it.
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warmth Sasuke x reader
Reader's POV
There he was. The great Sasuke to beat his Big Brother, Itachi Uchiha. But, He was overdoing that. How do I know you ask? Because of his bloody knuckles. It was not my work,though, to stalk him. My work was to prepare healing medicines by herbs. So, in one sense i had some work their. Right?
I waited for some time. After all, I really don't want to be torn in to pieces or get beaten up by him. He stopped. Now is my chance I thought. But alas! Before I could step out of my hiding place, he started training again.
I couldn't see him. All because of an ant which bit me on my toe causeing me to gasp and I think that he probably heard me doing so. Where was he? I can't see him, I thought." What are you doimg here?", a voice said to me. I didn't dare to turn as I felt a kunai on my back. " I am here to do my job", I replied with a fake smile and trying to be brave. " What is your job? To stalk on me?", He ask. Although he didn't smirk, I had the feeling of him smirking. " Um...My job is to bandage the wounds. For example: Your knuckles," I replied as I turned my head. He let go of the kunai and let me turn my whole body so that I would be faceing him.
Sasuke's POV
I watched her as she took out her medicines and her bandages. She was not a ninja, so I never really bothered to talk with her. She was a softspeaker. I saw her quite a few times while I talked with Orochimaru. I heard from konan that she was actually found by Orochimaru when she was a baby. Well, that does explain why she could understand Orochimaru better than anyone of us.
" There. It will heal within a few days. Don't apply much pressure on them, Okay?", She said as she stood up to leave. " Your welcome." She said before running an errand. I gazed at the bandaged hand for some time. It was warm. A warmth I felt after quite some time.
