After many requests to change this into a multi chap story, I finally have and while doing so I changed and few little things and fixed alot of mistakes that I came across. This was first written as one chap (I know, stupid of me but I wanted to post it so badly so I didn't break it down) so the begining and endings of the chaps might be a little off and I'm sorry about that. I think I'm going to write another chap or maybe a story that follows this but I'm not sure yet.
I hope you enjoy my story and feel free to give advice but down flame.
What do you do when you have feelings for someone and they return your feelings, but you don't want to have feelings for them? How do you handle the situation, what do you say? These are the questions I find myself with, these are the very first things I think of when I wake up and the last thing before I try and sleep at night. Most people tell me to embrace my feelings, tell me not to fight them, that love is love and should be welcomed no matter who it is. I wish it was as simple as allowing myself to love him, as he has allowed himself to love me but in me allowing myself I hurt the very people who tell me to release my feelings.
This whole problem started a little more then a year ago, I was on a solo mission, an easy one to simply run a message to Suna. It was suppose to take about two weeks but I was attacked, I had dealt with all but two of my attackers when one of them released at jutsu I had never seen before. It was little more then a flash of light but that light caused me to go blind, I would have been killed if my savior hadn't happened to pop up out of no where. He took out the last two men and saved me, my chakra had been depleted at that point and I prominently passed out once my savior saved me.
I woke up three hours later, so he told me, in a bed but where I still couldn't tell you. My chakra had returned and the moment I was awake a began to examine my eyes, they were badly burnt, almost beyond my ability to fix. My other senses told me someone was in the room with me, a ninja but he had masked his chakra. I was scared but I buried my fear, telling myself that if he wanted me dead he wouldn't have saved me in the first place. I also knew that this person might have saved me because he wanted something, information on leaf, a bargaining chip for the Hokage or my skills as a medic, so I waited for him to say something, make his demands.
He didn't say anything, just sat somewhere across the room, maybe watching me or looking out a window, so I asked him. "What do you want with me?"
I heard him shift in his seat, turning towards me and I could feel his eyes on my face, he was studying me so I carefully buried my emotions. He made a small noise of discontent, clearly not pleased by my actions, I didn't care though, I still didn't know who he was, what he wanted or if he was going to do something to me. I wished I could've seen his face as I define him, of course at the time I didn't know who he was so I didn't know who I was defying. The silenced went on for some time, I was growing more and more uncomfortable, I couldn't see him, didn't know what he was thinking or who he was and he refused to answer me.
Just when I was going to break and repeat my question he answered, "I don't plan on harming you, I plan on watching over you till your eyes are healed."
I froze, I knew that voice, I knew him and besides being truly worried I was very confused because that voice belonged to Itachi. Why would he save me, let alone watch over me till I could see? How would that benefit him, he never did anything without good reason and yet he said he would watch over me? I could heal myself, of course, but it would take a few weeks at least.
"Why would the great Itachi watch over me?" I managed to keep the fear out of my voice but some how annoyance leaked in. I imagined him raising an eyebrow and giving me a slightly confused look, the thought seemed funny to me for some reason. Again I heard him move but this time he was moving closer to me and I was suddenly very aware of how I was sitting on a bed and how I had no idea what I was wearing. As I was trying to take stock of my clothing, only being able to tell that I was wearing clothes but having no idea what, I felt the bed sink, telling me he had sat next to me.
I felt myself go tense, much to my annoyance so I forced my shoulders to relax, trying to look like I didn't care what he was doing. Since I couldn't see anything I kept looking forward, ignoring how he leaned closer to me, "Because, once you've healed your eyes, I need your help with mine."
That explained a lot and that was also the beginning of our relationship. He had saved and kidnapped me to serve his own purpose, not that I expected anything less from him. We only stayed in the hotel room for two more nights, then we moved to another hotel, where we stayed for a week. I'm not sure what he told the lady at the front desk, how he explained why I never left the room or why we were sharing a room but no noises were ever heard. While we were at hotel number two, which I learn to call water inn, because I could hear water all the time, I managed to heal my eyes to the point to where I could see vague shapes and slight variations of colors, but couldn't see things or colors well enough to know where I was.
As the days past I got more and more worried that he would just kill me, since I clearly wouldn't be able to heal his eyes for at least another two weeks. Week two found me in a slightly better room then the previous week. I could hear people outside and smell food, I was even becoming use to feeling my way around the room and not simply run into things until I found what I needed. Week two also found me growing use to his presence, that bothered me and even though I always remembered who he was, sometimes I forgot what he'd done or why I should fear him. He only touched me when he had to lead me to a new room or out of the hotel and it was a very light touch on my shoulder and it would be removed the moment we arrived or it was no longer necessary to touch me. He rarely even spoke to me but he always brought me food and while he never gave me all my chakra back and I knew he kept an eye on me when I had most of my chakra, I wasn't scared of him.
I realized I wasn't scared of him in the middle of the second week. I was in the middle of healing my eyes, devoting all my attention to that task, when that stray thought entered my mind. It shocked me so much that I faltered with my chakra and over charged part of my eye, causing terrible pain that took almost twenty minutes to reside. The pain was bad enough that it rendered me immobile for the twenty minutes, during that time he moved rather closed to my position on the floor. When I came back to reality I realized he was leaning over me, I could make out his dark shape and his scent, as well as hear him breathing rather close to my face. I pulled away and I saw him do the same, his comment was, "Are you okay?"
Having just come out of a pain induced haze, I still wasn't thinking straight, so his comment about my health or more importantly my feelings, threw me for another loop. Taking a moment to make sure I wasn't imaging his comment or his still very close form, I answered, "Yes, it was only a minor mistake, no damage done other then pain." I was sitting up very straight, in order to hide the fact that my eyes still burned, but my eyes were still closed since I could hardly see and had become accustom to having them closed. My weakness was obvious, I could barely see, had little chakra and, if he decided I wasn't worth the wait, up against one of the strongest shinobi so I decided not to snap or use sarcasm.
"You should be more careful, both with your eyes and emotion, losing control or use of either would rendered you useless not only to me but to your village." That was the longest thing he'd said in the two and a half weeks I'd been with him. He didn't say it in a tone that was meant to harm or scare me, he said it in a tone I would have never thought him capable of, it wasn't tender but it wasn't harsh.
By three weeks, four days I could see as well as I'd ever be able to. Shapes were clear, sharp, just as before the attack but colors were wrong. Colors were blurred and dull, I also didn't see as many as before. Lighter colors looked white or beige and dark colors looked black or dark blue, you don't notice just how many colors you can see before you can no longer see them. It was a major shock but, besides missing the old brightness of my hair, I didn't mind it so much.
Of course he knew as soon as I could see again, what he didn't understand was that I didn't need to see to heal his eyes. Three weeks, fives days found me sitting across from him, my hands on his temples and slowly, with my eyes closed, streaming chakra into his eyes. He didn't seem to scared of me or what I was doing, after all I was streaming my chakra very close to his brain and I could've killed him rather quickly if I had wanted to. And maybe I should have, he was after all an S class criminal but I didn't, the thought didn't even occur to me till I was done for the day. His eyes had chakra burns, I told him not use activate his sharingan until I was finished healing him, his answer was a blank look and dark eyes looking into mine.
When I could see, my eyes were always on him, at first I told myself it was because I didn't trust him and that was true to an extent, but I also knew I was festinated by him. He was a murder, he had killed his own clan and even though I knew all the terrible things about him, I couldn't bring myself to believe he was evil or that he would hurt me. Anytime I didn't spend healing him or sleeping, I spent trying to force myself into fearing him or at least force myself out of not fearing him.
It wasn't until week five that I realized I hadn't heard any news of a search party for me or any news about my disappearance at all. I still didn't get outside much, but he did bring me things like the newspaper and I could see out of my window and I never saw any Leaf ninja around, Leaf ninja that should've been looking for me. While I still couldn't bring myself to fear him, I was becoming worried that I would never be found or would never escape him. As more days went by I stopped trying to make myself fear him and began thinking of escape, I couldn't stay with him forever and simply being here, with all my chakra and not trying to escape had to be a form of treason.
I only reflected on my thoughts of escape when he wasn't around, I don't know where he went but he left for a few hours everyday so I planed my escape then. I knew he still sensed my shift in demeanor, he knew I was becoming restless and wanted to leave. The day I had everything planed out, the day I would make my escape, I woke up in a new room, a new place but my door was opened this time.
It was some time it December, marking my third month with him. I wasn't sure of the exact date and I hadn't been since I woke up blind in some hotel room. Before I could see I marked days by when he brought me food, which he did twice a day but once I could see daylight I could tell days without him. I stood up hesitantly from my bed, noticing my medical pack and the few articles of clothing I had stacked on the dresser, I also saw another door and a window. I decided to explore my new room before leaving it, the closed door lead to a small bathroom and the window looked out onto woods, woods which were coated in snow and ice.
I shivered, I've always hated the cold weather, the ice and the snow, the way it soaked your clothes faster then rain and froze you to the bone, making the smallest movements painful. Turning back to my room I noted the clean, simplicity of it, clearly not a hotel room. The walls were an off white, the dresses and bed was made of a dark wood, contrasting greatly with the walls. There weren't any pictures or decorations, even the curtains lacked color as they matched the pale color of the walls. The doors were made of the same dark colored wood and it creaked a little when I pulled it open.
My room faced a living room, that was decorated just as plainly as my room. There was a small couch made of a cream colored material as well as two chairs, a dark coffee table and end tables. The floors were made of a dark wood, the walls were the same creamed color, however there were a few plants laying around. Most of them were simply greens, no flowers but I still liked the plants, they made the house less sterile looking. I carefully exited my room and walked towards the living room, once I was standing behind the couch I could see a small kitchen and dining room, a front and back door, some windows with the curtains closed and another door which I could only assume was another bedroom.
I couldn't sense another person but it was foolish to assume I was alone, after all I was still a hostage at that point. I could, however, since the chakra barrier that surrounded the house, distinctly telling me Itachi was still my captor, my chakra was also drained again. I sat on the couch and looked about the living room, there weren't any books or drawing materials, limiting my entertainment choices, the house was also very clean, I couldn't see any dust, dirt or even snow that might have blown when the door was open.
Since I was alone I started thinking of escape again but the barrier left me at a loss, without chakra I couldn't pass through it or disable it. From what I had seen the place was in the middle of the woods, not that I couldn't walk miles but the snow would leave a trail and the cold would greatly slow me down, not to mention I had no chakra or supplies. I would be basically a sitting duck, defenseless and a very easy target. I couldn't give up that easily, there had to be a way because I had to be running out of time, surely Itachi would do away with me once his eyes were healed and I was very close to being done healing him.
A pain in my stomach was the only thing that had drawn me out of my thoughts, I was hungry, for some odd reason that brought a smile to my face. I made my way into the kitchen, hoping that there would be food in it. To my eternal surprise it was a very well stocked kitchen, most of the food in the kitchen was the kind that you just needed to add water but in the refrigerator was a wealth of fresh foods. I smiled brightly, removing several different things in order to make myself something to eat. I had no idea if Itachi would be back anytime sooner but I figured I mine as well make enough for two, if he didn't show up then I'd have something to eat tomorrow.
It wasn't a complicated meal, stir fried chicken and vegetables, but no sooner then I'd pushed food onto a plate then I'd heard the door open. I walked hesitantly around the wall which separate the front door and kitchen, the sight I was greeted with was Itachi, slipping off his sandals and dusting the snow off his hair. The sight was comical to say the least because he looked more human then I'd ever known him to be, a giggle must have escaped me because his sharp black eyes locked with mine and I was reminded he was a killer and my captor. His gaze, however, wasn't menacing, it was curious. He raised an eyebrow at me before say in his calm voice that was laced the slightness bit with curiously, "You cooked?"
I wasn't sure how to answer or if I'd done something wrong, "Yes, was I not suppose to?" She hated having to ask him permission, like she was a child again and not a twenty-two year old ninja. She fought the urge to fidget under his gaze, she couldn't imagine why it would be bad that she had made dinner.
He shock his head, almost as if he couldn't believe she'd done that. "No, it was just unexpected." He walked into the kitchen, surveying the meal. He looked towards her, the faintness look of shock on his face, apparently he hadn't known I could cook. I stood awkwardly in the kitchen doorway, not sure what I should do as this was the first time we weren't in a hotel room together, the game had been changed so to speak. He motioned for me to come in as he moved to get another plate and silverware, I took my plate and stood awkwardly again, waiting for him to move. I hated this feeling, it was what I hated most about being prisoner, not being able to even sit and eat without worrying about offending him.
He must have picked up on my discomfort because he looked at me in a way he never had before and walked into the living room, sat on the sofa and began to eat. I followed him and sat on one of the chairs, eating as well, the house was silent, only the whistle of the wind breaking the silence. After a few minutes a soft clink of glass of wood brought my attention to him, he was watching me, "Do you have any questions?"
That was the most surprising thing he would ever ask me, once again I was thrown and had no idea how to respond. I looked at him through my lashes, trying to figure out if that was some kind of trick, my silence wasn't surprising, when we spoke to one another if often took both of us a few minutes to answer so I knew he didn't suspect me of anything. His gaze didn't hold the look of a mocking captor, but that of a man who meant what he said, although his look was never open, it had become less cold since my first glimpse of him.
I focused on making my voice confidant without being arrogant because even if I wasn't scared of him I had to show a certain amount of respect for the man that held my life in his hands. "Well...where are we?" Realizing what a stupid question that was I rephrased my question, "I mean, whose house is this?" I kept her gaze impassive, the same as his.
He smirked a little, "Mine, I own this house."
I froze, this was his home? He lived here, I was no longer on neutral ground, I was in the home of Uchiha Itachi, S class criminal. Once that fact sunk in I began to wonder why he brought me here, wouldn't it be smarter to keep me away from something so personal, I was, after all, his prisoner not a willing guest. I worked to keep my face blank but he somehow knew my train of thought, "I dislike hotels and questions were starting to be asked about you."
I gave a very small nod, understanding. I looked around the house with fresh eyes, no longer viewing it as I would a hotel but a home, and his home to top it off. "Okay." Silence stretched again, it wasn't uncomfortable at all it was just silence. At one point in time silence had made me uncomfortable, I hated it almost as much as I hated the cold but now silence was as natural as breathing. I could go days without talking and could sit in a room with him for hours without either of us speaking.
"I can begin healing you now if you'd like." It wasn't really a question because I knew what the answer would be. He gave the slightness of nod▓s and moved over on the couch enough for me to sit next to him. Once I sat next to him I felt my chakra return slowly, it still made me a little dizzy, to have chakra flowing through my system again, it always had and he waited patiently for the dizziness to pass. I flexed my fingers once before placing them lightly on his eyelids, the steady flow of chakra going to his burned retinas, encouraging healing and removing scare tissue. I couldn't heal his eyes directly because doing so would either heal him or cause damage that no one could heal. The first time I told him that he didn't believe me, probably thinking I was lying so he would release me. It had taken me three hours of explaining to show his why I could magically heal him.
After that he understood and allowed me to heal him in the only ways I could. Now he was maybe two weeks away from the best sight I could give him, the best sight anyone could give him. After thirty minutes of stimulating growth and removing scare tissue I stopped, not because of chakra limitations but because his eyes couldn't take anymore. He sighed and opened his eyes slowly and blinked a few times before focusing his eyes on me. It wasn't uncommon for him to do that but he didn't usually hold any surprise in his look.
I knew I hadn't done anything wrong, when I healed him my attention was always solely on what I was doing. It was then that I realized something, when I'd first began to heal him, his eyes were so badly hurt I wondered if I'd be able to heal him but I'd never asked how well he could see. His sight should have been better then mine by now but it would be better but how badly was his sight to start with, "What was your vision like before, Itachi?" I didn't see any sense in beating around the bush with him.
His eyes refocused on me, a little startled by the question and I thought I saw a hint of embarrassment flash across his eyes. He'd never hesitated to answer me before but I'd never dared to ask something that related to him before. He sighed, "My vision was limited to shapes and vague colors before your healing."
I hid my shock at that, how had he managed to save me? To look over me when he could barely see himself? I didn't voice my questions because they didn't matter now, all that mattered was me getting out alive. That thought startled me more then his comment, all I wanted to do was get out alive, no matter the cost to my village. It was then I remembered that I should have fought healing him, should have chosen death and not putting him back at his best. Guilt washed over me, how could I be doing this? Sure, he could kill me faster then I could blink since I no longer had access to my chakra but I should choose death instead of the treason I was performing now.
I placed my hands in my lap and kept my eyes on the kitchen window, the only one that wasn't shut off by blinds. It wasn't to late to hurt him, to damage his sight again, of course that would forfeit my life but it would be for my village. I thought over my life, my life before being prisoner, I'd had my share of boyfriends and lovers, I'd had great friends and teammates, people had loved me and I loved them. I wondered what they thought of my disappearance, did they think I went rouge? I hoped not, I didn't want to be remembered as a traitor.
I should have ended this before, I shouldn't have let myself heal him so much and I couldn't understand why I'd let myself heal him so much. I still wanted another option, I didn't want to die yet and for a reason I refused the dwell on, I didn't want to harm him, the reason I told myself was that he'd saved me and I shouldn't harm him out of respect of that. By the time I was brought back into the real world it was dark out, he was still sitting on the couch across from me and suddenly I didn't want to be near him. I did my best to slowly raise off the couch and bring our plates into the kitchen, placing them in the sink before moving back into the living room. His back was to me and I was grateful for that.
I stood for a moment to make sure none of my emotions leaked into my voice, "I'm going to sleep." He didn't respond to my comment so I walked into my room and shut the door, not surprised by the lack of a lock. I removed my clothes and pulled on my night pants and shirt and slipped under the blanket, I shouldn't have been able to drift into sleep so easily in the unfamiliar home of Uchiha Itachi, but I as asleep in ten minutes and I slept without tossing and turning and without nightmares.
When I woke, he was gone and that told me a number of things. The first being he didn't think I could escape or maybe that I wouldn't try. Another was that there was cause for him to leave again so there must be a town or something close by. I didn't know what he was doing and I probably never would but this gave me time to plan how I would harm him and maybe be able to get out alive or come up with another solution that didn't involve me dieing and him being harmed.
It had been years since I'd used my chakra to harm someone, my fighting skills were and probably always would be lacking because my main skill was healing. I could of course split the earth with a punch but that'd require me to have access to most of my chakra and I hadn't been granted that in months. I had basic fighting skills but those would be useless, I scanned my memory for a way to incapacitate someone for a time or hold power over them indefinitely.
One technique caught my attention, it was primarily used to ease the pain of people on the field when I didn't have access to pain medication, it gave me control of their nervous system and once I had access it required almost no chakra to maintain. The problem was I had never used it for longer then three days and I had to be able to control him for longer then that if I wanted to get away and make sure he'd never come after Konoha or Naruto, or me again. I would also have to gain access to that part of his brain without him noticing and stopping me, I wasn't sure how hard that would be because he was use to my chakra in his system so it could be rather easy.
My plan was set, I had to try and get out alive and I really didn't want to harm him because he'd never been more then helpful towards me. If I failed, well, I'd die but he would be harmed, my village would be a little safer and the people I should have put first would be just a little bit safer. When everything I could plan was, I needed a distraction, it was only midday and he never arrived before dinner, even when we were at hotels.
I rose and looked around, unsure of what I should do. It wasn't long before my mind reminded my about the dishes and that I could get started on dinner now and maybe make something that could simmer for the afternoon. I walked into the kitchen and sifted through the items, there was enough to make a lasagna. That would take at least two hours to prepare before putting it in the oven, then I could make something to going with it while it was backing.
My mind settled into the once familiar task of cooking, chopping, boiling, laying. I didn't everything meticulously, exaggerating the time it took. By the time I placed it in the oven it was around three in the after noon, dinner would be done around six so that left me three hours of free time. I wasn't hungry as I had been picking at the food while I was cooking it, my hands that were covered in various materials showed that. While I examined my hands I began to wonder when the last time I'd had a long bath or even a nice hot shower.
My bathroom lacked a tub but it did have a large glass door shower, which was better then the bathroom showers I'd been using. I turned the hot knob on as hot as I could go, waiting for steam to fill the room before turning it down slightly and adding cold water just the slightest bit. I striped and stepped into the shower, glad that the bathroom actually had scented soaps and not the harsh stuff I'd expected.
I washed my hair twice, scrubbed my body three times before existing the shower and wrapped a thin off-white towel around myself. When I wiped the steam off the mirror I was a little surprised at my reflection, I looked different, maybe older. I had only looked at my reflection once since he saved me, it was before my eyes were fully healed so the picture I had in my head was wrong. But the women that looked back at me had longer hair then I'd remembered, my skin was paler but since I could see colors I wasn't surprised but my eyes were harder, colder.
The ones I remembered from when I was home were happy, open so different from the eyes I was looking at now. I removed my focus from my reflection and placed it on my nails, they were chipped and dirty, I used this as another task to focus my attention. It only took a few minutes to make my hands the ones I remembered, I then glanced at my hair, I didn't like it long again. It only brushed my shoulders but it didn't suit me so I walked into my bedroom and took out the scissors that were kept in my medical bag. He'd almost removed them when he'd discovered them while searching my bags but I told him that they were necessary to cutting bandages, he'd just dropped them in the bag after that.
Now I used them to trim my hair, removing an inch from the ends and cutting shorter pieces to frame my face a little. I wasn't doing it to look pretty, I was doing it as a distraction, after all I could be dieing tonight and I didn't want to sit a fidget because then he'd surely pick up on my mood. When I was done there was pink locks laying in the sink, I quickly scraped them up and walked them into the kitchen, dropping them into the garbage bin. I checked the food, it still needed an hour but it was almost done, it was also to late to prepare anything else but I knew I could put my hands and head to use with finding something to wear.
My choices were limited, I only had three out fits. The one he'd saved me in, which was torn and bloodied, my night clothes and the outfit I woke up and found myself in my first day as his hostage. It was the only thing I really wore anymore but I decided to add some stitches from my other outfit, just to keep my hands busy. The outfit was long black pants that fit rather loosely and were a little long and a three-quartered length sleeve black shirt, it was tighter across my chest then I would have picked up for myself. I took the scissors back out and cut a V in the front of the shirt, making it a little looser, I stitched the V so it looked like it had been made there and not as if I'd just hacked a V there.
That took up twenty minutes of my time, I dressed slowly and brushed my hair before I walked back into the kitchen and pulled out two plates. I checked the food, it was finally done so I removed it and set it out to cool. I knew he'd be home soon so I tried to school my face into the impassive stare that become the norm for me. I pushed all the nervousness I felt to the back of my mind and simply focused on what I had to do. It wouldn't take more then a minute and I should be able to make the chakra stream thin enough for him not to notice.
Just as I'd cut into the food the door clicked, I wondered vaguely if he knew what I was doing and if he planed his arrival but I didn't dwell on it because it wouldn't matter after tonight and I'd done nothing worth suspicion today. When I heard his bare feet moving towards the kitchen I moved towards the door, he stopped when he saw me and stared. I ignored him and walked into the living and placed the food on the coffee table. I heard him following me and I watched as he ate, his eyes were focused on me and I didn't want to think about why.
He was about halfway done eating when he said, "You did something to your hair." It wasn't a question but I felt compelled to answer it.
"Yes, I trimmed it." He only nodded once before turning back to his meal, I wonder why he ate it so easily but I guess he knew there was nothing I could poison him with. Ten minutes of silence later and we were both done eating, I got up and took his dish and mine into the kitchen, his gaze lingered on my hands for a moment. When I came back out I sat on the couch and held my hands out. He turned towards me and closed his eyes, the chakra slowly came back to me and I fought the dizziness, once it had passed I laid my figures on his eyes. Slowly I threaded some chakra away from his eyes and into his nervous system, I numbed him a little so he wouldn't notice when he lost control of his limbs but he must have felt it before I could take control.
I found myself on my back, my chakra all but gone, his hands holding mine above my head and him hovering over me. I managed to keep a little chakra in his nervous system but his intense black eyes nearly made me lose all connection. He glared down at me, "Did you think it would be that easy?" his voice was not the one I'd become use to but a harsh sound, almost a growl.
I glared back at him, I wasn't going to be the timid little girl he'd grown accustomed to either. "No, but I still have a connection with you and if you force me out I'll tare you mind up." my voice wasn't as scary as his, it was quieter, more of a hiss. He chuckled above me. I could see what was running through his mind, he thought he could simply cut off my chakra and put himself back in power. It was my turn to laugh, which seemed to have surprised him because his eyes got sharper, "Even if you cut off my chakra I can tare you mind up before my chakra where▓s off."
He sighed, "It seems we are at an impasse then." He seemed amused for some reason, although anger greatly out weighed the amusement.
"I have a deal in mind, if you'd be inclined to listen." I said in a slightly more civil tone but with enough edge in it to draw his attention back to my eyes. Some small part of my mind knew that our current position and manner would look comical to anyone outside us. He was pinning me to the couch, his body pressing into mine, it would look and feel sexual if not for the glares we were sending one another and the threats coming out of our mouths, of course this also included the thoughts of how to kill the other with getting harmed in the process.
A few moments of tense silence followed before he answered me, just with the barest incline of his head. I took a deep breath before answering him, a bad idea because he was leaning far to close to me but I ignored the look in his eyes and said, "I finish healing you and you return me, unharmed, to Konoha and never bother my village again."
His face was blank, a look I'd come to know as surprise. I waited, it wasn't as if I could leave so I kept my gaze cool and my face bored because anger wouldn't work anymore, I had to be impassive. He moved in even closer, so his face was just inches from mine, I knew he was trying to make me uncomfortable, to make me break under the pressure. It wasn't as affective as he would've liked because I wasn't some blushing virgin, it was uncomfortable though because he was attractive, as much as I didn't want to admit it, and he was on top of me.
After three minutes of him just staring at me, I sighed and figured since I wasn't being polite anymore, I mine as well be rude. It wasn't as if he was being polite anyway, "Don't entice me to simply crash your system instead of playing nice."
He glared at me again, finally a response I understood. But his glare was short lived because he once again got that almost-laughing look in his eyes. I fought the urge to spit up at him, seeing as that would only end badly for me and he'd probably only find it amusing anyway. "That was my original plan. Not leaving your village alone but I hadn't planed on harming you until you attacked me. Now I can no longer trust you."
I got that sinking feeling in my stomach again, not unlike that of when I first heard his voice. Something else didn't sit right with me though, he said he couldn't trust me now, implying that he had trusted me? That was foolish, I was his captive not his maid or personal healer. He must have picked up on what he said because he got that blank look again, I had to think of a way to turn that against him because now I'd given him reason to kill me and I still didn't want to die. I mentally slapped myself, I had to get my resolve back, the one that said I hurt him or die trying.
My chakra was weak, he'd cut off most of it but I had enough to hurt him, so that's what I would do. He still had that blank look, but his grip on my hands had tightened and his weight pressed on me even more, preventing me from moving, unfortunately for him I didn't need to move in order to hurt him. I forced most of my chakra out of my body and into his mind, it wasn't a lot but it was enough to render him immobile. I felt him go lax before he collapsed on me.
Moving out from under him I sighed and said, "Your first mistake was trusting me anyway, Itachi." I didn't stay and wonder about how easy it had been to escape. I ran to my room and grabbed my medical bad and change of clothes, I needed weapons so I hesitantly moved back towards him. I knew he had weapons on him so I rolled him onto his back, he glared at me, not surprisingly seeing as he was putty under my hands. I removed his weapons pouch and strapped it around my waist, I didn't look as I turned around a left.