Another dreary day.
Another day of a dreary life.
She sighed as rain pounded against the window, a steady and constant thunder that boomed in her ears as she rested her head against the window pane.
Was it but three weeks ago when she had been able to move freely through the streets of the peaceful village? When nobody had suspected her of anything?
How quickly things changed.
The cold look of the sand boy.
The disagreeable stare of the black haired Uchiha kid.
A jealous glance from the cherry blossom.
A playful yip from a puppy.
A sunny sky.
Another sigh escaped her lips as her breathed misted over the icy glass. Stuck in the past it took her a few seconds to realise the urgent pounding in her ears actually emanated from the locked door.
Rising wearily, she went to answer it, a loose robe covering her bandaged body. It wasn't her fault. How could she control it? No one could help her. No one.
"Hi!" She stared uncomprehendingly at the ninja before her.
"You're free to go."
"Go?"
"Yes. You can leave now." Was this a test? Should she really step out of this room? Or would the ninja appear out of no where like pests and lock her back in.
She remembered every little thing she did to be imprisoned in here … in her own house.
She could feel his gaze run down her body.
The black tank top felt insufficient, though the bandages underneath stopped above her stomach, and just under her armpits.
The thigh length skirt, slit up both sides would have been inadequate, except for the bandages again, starting at her hips and acting as three quarter pants, clinging tightly to her muscles, hiding blood stains on her legs she would have hated to have been found. The pile of broken glass hidden cleverly from sight from the front door where she stood. She slipped on her sandals cautiously, her eyes on him as she did so, still not trusting him completely.
She slid past him cautiously, would she be able to leave freely? Or would he chase her? Catch her? Beat her?
A Bounty Hunter had caught her last time. He'd been unforgiving, he'd broken her spirit, broken something that should have remained intact. In fact … she let the thought drift off as she took two steps forward uncertainly.
No movement from him …
She was gone.

She sat silently out the front of the deserted house. No candle light. Nothing.
No rain now, just mist. A thick mist which curled lovingly about her, hiding her from prying eyes.
"Sasuke … " She murmured softly, eyes trained on the door. "Sasuke." She murmured a little bit louder.
She could remember, remember the biting words she'd said. What she'd made him do. It didn't shame her in the least. He was weak.
She sunk into reverie, her thoughts and memories washing over her as she sank, still concealed in her mist, to the floor.

The door slid open, mist curling like thick tendrils to envelope him like everything else. He could sense the people on the street. Hear the water trickling off the eaves. What had disturbed him then? Turned him away from his room? His thinking and training?
He could not be disturbed. He had to think about this, about everything.
The mist was annoying, and so thick. Was it the rain that was causing the mist? Was that what had disturbed him?
He let it go and shut the door, only to be faced with a girl, not a year younger than him surely.
"Hello, no, don't." She gripped his hands tightly between hers. "Don't give me fire." She shook her head vehemently. "I, I need to speak with you, please." She let go of his hands, allowing her own to fall by her sides limply.
"About what?"
"Why do you hide?" No reply. She could tell that he was thinking though. Whether to fight her, get her out of his house, or listen to what she had to say. "You are unkind to your friends. I have watched. I look for Evil in all. You claim to be Evil, to have an evil heart. You're not. You're just a little lost boy, who's too scared to accept the help you're friends offer you." She leant towards him, face inches away from his. "At least you have friends to offer you help, help and assistance! You may be an orphan, but remember this next time you go and have a vengeful cry. Your family acknowledged that you existed. I never had one. No one knows I exist. You didn't even know I existed until now, did you." The anger coming from her startled him slightly, and her words cut deeper then he thought they would.
He narrowed his eyes as he focused on her. Was she the reason behind the mist that now began filling the room, clinging to his skin uncomfortably?
Why was she here? Why did his neck pain him so suddenly? He struggled to remain straight faced, but a soft laugh escaped her lips.
"You can feel it, can't you? Can feel his mark?" He drew back from her, stepping away to look at her more fully, unable to help but show his surprise. Another soft laugh. "It's alright, who would I tell?" She pulled down her shirt, not completely, but just enough to show curse mark on the top of her left breast. "Apart from him. But he'll wait. He can be very patient."
Sasuke lifted his eyes from her mark.
"Shouldn't it be on your neck?"
"Yes, it should." She sighed heavily, the mist shifting slightly before becoming denser. "But I'm an anomaly. Why else would he have marked me in such a way? I'm useful to him, and he is my Master. I have no other, my loyalty is to him, and him alone. I thought you would be able to take a part in that, that I could give you loyalty, but I don't find you worthy." She stepped closer to him, filling the gap. Her dark eyes kept shifting to grey then back again. Dark hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, just clearing the base of her neck in length.
There was something about her, not quite right, the way she moved. She was a predator by nature, that he could tell, but she preyed on men, on their wants and needs. He wanted to be alone. He knew she'd leave him alone.
"Are you worthy for anything?" She asked softly, tears shimmering in those shifting eyes, so alluring, so dark. The single candle to the right of them shed a soft light and he couldn't help but swallow uncomfortably.
"I have no friends." Was all he could say in return to her actions and speech.
She glanced down meekly, before looking up at him through her fringe.
"You do have friends." She murmured quietly. "And they love you very much." She looked up at him properly now, faces not even an inch apart.
She looked so innocent. So untouched.
He turned his face away in disgust. She didn't move away though. She gripped his hands tightly like she had done early.
"Fire." She whispered. He looked at her slowly, deliberately. He closed the distance between their faces, yet not completely.
"I don't like you, and you don't like me." He murmured.
"Then this shouldn't bother you should it." She whispered in response as he pressed his lips against hers.
He'd done it. He had no idea why. He just had. He felt the smile curve her lips before she pulled away, a malicious light in her eyes.
"It doesn't bother me."
"That's because you do it so often." She smiled sweetly at him, her hand on the door frame as she slid it open, the world an eerie mass of shifting water vapour.
"So don't feel blessed. Orochimaru want's you. Really wants you. Go to him, and don't die." She closed the door behind her, never to speak to him afterwards.

… But now he was gone. He had left.

She tilted her head to the side. He'd implied her a slut. Was she? She didn't sell herself like some. She merely did what she had to so she could survive, but he'd never given her fire. She'd needed it at that moment. But he hadn't given her any. Why?
Because he'd thought her harmless.
So harmless she caused him to kiss her. Yes, she made him without touching him. A small knack she had, like controlling the mist.
A thought she could drive into another's head, an impulse to them they have to fulfil. And it worked every time.
Except on her Master.
He had laughed. He had laughed and the he had drawn her to him, biting her. She had collapsed.
She had found bliss.