Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, or this story (An Unspoken Attraction). The story itself was started by HomeSkillitBiscuit.93, so all the credit goes to her. I'm just taking over after chapter 4. Not sure what I'll do with it yet, or what I'll think of, but odds are I'll end up killing someone. ROFL. Or close to it... :D Imma have fun with this.

CHAPTER 1

I moaned loudly as my mind brought me out of my deep sleep. A pounding headache just above my eyebrows greeted me as I rubbed my tired eyes.

Fucking brilliant, I thought bitterly to myself as I cupped my hands over my eyes.

I waited until the dizziness passed and pushed myself up into a sitting position. I looked around to see I was in a stranger's bedroom. My heart started to pound, but then slowed down again as I realized exactly where I was.

I blinked a few times as I looked around. To my right, through a half-open door, was a beautiful ensuite. In front of me was a huge, mahogany door, followed to my left by a large mahogany dresser table, one of those giant, red fold-out shades that people change behind, and lastly, on my very left was a huge window covered glorious red curtains. Dim sunlight seeped through the cracks.

I looked down to see the bed I had slept in, and it was enormous! It was quilted with a red pattern, red pillows and cream sheets. At my feet was my grey hoodie, grey shorts, white long sleeve top, and my black and white converse shoes, all washed and neatly folded on the foot of the bed.

On top of the neat pile lay a little white, folded piece of paper. I crawled across the huge bed and grabbed the piece of paper, hoping it would give me some indication to where I was.

I unfolded the piece of paper. It was a note:

Help yourself to anything in the kitchen downstairs!

- Sasuke

I read the note at least a zillion times before I pushed away the covers, flung my feet over the edge and walked over to the ensuite. The smooth, cool hardwood floor felt good beneath my feet.

Who's Sasuke…?

I stood and listened for any signs of other life around the house, but it was dead quiet. So I strode over to the huge, gold-framed, spotless mirror. A pretty, yet messy and tired-looking short-haired redhead greeted me in my reflection. I ran my fingers through my hair and came across copious amounts of knots. I cringed at the pain of my hair pulling and let go. I rested the note next to the sink, opened a drawer and rummaged through for a hairbrush. Finally finding one, I furiously combed my hair, relieving it of all knots. To my left was a small clock.

8:10am.

I looked at my reflection. I was relieved to see that whoever had taken me in had the decency to dress me in a plain, white nightgown. My face was still a little dirty from wherever I had been last night. Come to think of it, I had no recollection of anything at all... I stared at my reflection for a good 20 minutes, but the thought of being somewhat amnesic frightened me, so I decided to take a quick shower.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

I clicked open the bathroom door and listened. Still no signs of other life anywhere. Feeling safe, I strode over to the bed in nothing but a towel and proceeded to get dressed. I glanced at the bedside clock.

8:42am.

Once I was dressed, I slung my hoodie over my arm and headed downstairs to get something to eat.

To no surprise, it was glorious. The house was magnificent; it was large and very stylish. Mahogany furniture was all I saw. Most of the house was hardwood floor, while some rooms were carpeted with soft, off-white carpet. The walls were all a deep, brown cobblestone. I didn't have time to take a tour, as it was hard enough trying to find the stairs.
As I reached the bottom, a huge, looming front door greeted me in the foyer. The handles were old fashioned and a deep, dirty golden colour. The kitchen was to my left through a huge archway.

I dumped my hoodie on the nearby mahogany stool, walked over to the stainless steel, double-door fridge and pulled it open. Stifling a yawn, I fished out an apple and sat down to eat.

A few moments later, I heard the low rumble of someone coming down the stairs. I scrambled out of my chair and rose to my feet; my heart pounding.

All six foot, three inches of determined muscle and grace entered the foyer. He ran his big hand through his thick, midnight black hair as he stopped in the archway separating the kitchen and foyer.

"Sasuke, right?" I said confidently.