She is the weirdest girl I've ever met.
And that, surprisingly, makes me want her more.
She is beautiful; anyone could tell, with that long, shiny hair, her porcelain skin and those violet milky eyes.
She is staring at the window, lost in thought. Sometimes I find myself wondering if she ever thinks about me.
But then, reality hits hard when I see her blush every time fox-boy is around.
It really hurts my pride, me, an Uchiha, losing against that shit head of Naruto.
She is coming closer now, to check up on me. I'm bleeding again.
And it's all her fault.
When she sees the blood pouring through my flesh she rushes to my side and rapidly sends her chakra through my body to close the wound again.
Her soft voice breaks the silence as she helps me to sit.
I shouldn't be here in the first place.
I shouldn't. But I am.
She takes away the bloody bandages from my chest and cleans my skin. I stare at her, waiting for her eyes to meet mine, but they never do.
She is avoiding me.
I take her by the wrist, stopping her.
I don't want her touch anymore, I don't want her eyes, I want nothing from her.
Now her terrified eyes met mine, and I can't suppress a smirk.
I order her to stop, and she stutters and mumbles something about my wounds and my condition, but I shut her up.
"I want nothing from you, you're killing me"
Her eyes widen in surprise, and this time, without stutter, she denies my statement.
I sneer, she understands nothing.
She is killing me; even if she is healing my body she is killing my soul.
She was my biggest mistake, I have to fix it.
I am finished with her.
"Look me in the eyes" her milky orbs shine with tears "tell me if there is any meaning for you"
She quivers and fidgets but not a single word escapes her lips.
I know nothing else will come.
I get up from the bed, pain numbs my body, it's difficult to move, but my pride is strong. And so I manage to move towards the balcony, ready to disappear from this damned village again.
"You have no idea…" silence is ripped off. Her voice is melodic. It's not high pitched nor cheesy.
I can't believe I actually enjoy listening to her. "…how much you mean to me. Please, don't go"
Hot tears burn her cheeks.
She is breaking me.
But I can stand it.
I want her.
She is closer now, taking insecure steps towards me. Her hand reaches out and her fingers touch my face, gingerly caressing my skin.
"You are so cold…" she breathes, as she embraces me tightly.
And I hold her back.
It's a weird sensation, she is warm, and I like it. She makes me feel new things, she makes me feel alive.
"I'm not cold anymore" I utter.
And she smiles.