Character(s): Ichigo Uzumaki (son of Naruto and Hinata Uzumaki (Hyuga)), Chihiro Uchiha (daughter of Sasuke and Masa Uchiha (Inu)) **Masa's my Naruto OC**

Chapter Two: The Desire

Hours after Ryou brought Ichigo back home…

The time was around three o'clock in the morning and the only sound going through the Uzumaki home was the sound of the main clock ticking on the living room wall.

Inside of eighteen-year-old, Ichigo Uzumaki's room, he was tossing a turning on his bed and pulling at his black Hyuga shirt. Sweat drops were running down all over his body, and Ichigo's face had pain written all over it. Ichigo kept pulling at his shirt, as if he wanted to tear it to shreds. He then began to grunt and moan in pain. Finally something in the eldest Uzumaki child snapped.

He suddenly screamed and sat up in his bed as if he had a terrifying dream. Ichigo was panting hard as he ran his fingers through his dark colored, spiky hair.

"What the hell is wrong with me," he thought to himself.

A surge of pain then stabbed Ichigo's body, making him hug himself and double over. He then started to cry out in pain as the pain grew stronger. The surging pain tortured Ichigo for about a couple of seconds; but to Ichigo, it felt like hours. During the final blow of the pain, Ichigo fell back on his bed and panted when the pain finally left him.

Ichigo tried to rub the sweat off his face and then pushed his fingers through his hair.

"What was that about," Ichigo mumbled to himself.

After everything that just happened, Ichigo felt the same, but still had the strange fever bathe his body. There was also a new strange feature that Ichigo noticed about himself.

He couldn't get a strange and perverted feeling out of his mind.

As pictures would enter his head Ichigo would shake his head. "Get out! Get out," Ichigo yelled as he hit the sides of his head.

"What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I thinking like this? What the hell just happened? It's probably nothing; just something random, hopefully."

Ichigo just silently sat on his bed as those thoughts echoed in his head. Ichigo then noticed that his clothes were covered in sweat and smelled horrible.

"I guess I should change clothes and then maybe get another ice pack," Ichigo said to himself as he sniffed the collar of hit shirt.

Minutes before in Songo's room…

Chihiro stared up at the ceiling and watched the running ceiling fan spin in circles as she laid in the futon that her friend set out for her. For some reason Chihiro couldn't stay asleep, something was troubling her. She didn't know what it was exactly that kept her up. It was either the topic that she and Songo talked about earlier or just a nagging feeling that something bad was going to happen.

After a few minutes of lying on the floor and watching the constantly, rotating fan, Chihiro finally decided to sit up. She looked over to her friend, who was fast asleep in her single sized bed. Chihiro then took down her long brunette hair from the ponytail she had it in and then scratched her head.

"I guess I could use some warm milk to help me sleep," Chihiro mumbled to herself.

She threw her covers off of her and stood up from the floor. Chihiro stretched her arms over her head and looked out the window.

"The village is scary quiet tonight," Chihiro thought as she looked out of her friend's slightly opened, bedroom window.

Chihiro then left Songo alone in her bedroom.

Minute later in the Kitchen…

As Ichigo stumbled down the stairs he realized that the strange illness only got worse as he walked. As Ichigo reached the first floor landing he held on tight to the railing and rubbed his head. His sight began to act weird. The living room was spinning and going in and out of focus all at once.

"Please let there be some medicine for dizziness in the kitchen," Ichigo mumbled to himself as he rubbed his head. Ichigo then stumbled off of the first floor landing and began to uneasily walk toward the kitchen.

As Ichigo walked through the kitchen door frame a loud pitch beep made his head ache. He groaned in pain as he covered his ears.

"What the hell," he groaned.

"Oh, so you came back from your mission early," Chihiro said surprised.

"Why are you in here Chi? And what the hell are you doing," Ichigo complained.

"I'm spending the night, remember? Songo asked your dad if it was ok while I was punching your face in."

"Sorry, I guess your manhandling hands were blocking my hearing somehow." Ichigo then walked over a cabinet that Chihiro was standing by.

"You know what Ichigo," Chihiro said as she slammed the microwave door shut, after setting her cup of warm milk on the counter.

Ichigo's face cringed in pain. "Quiet you loud mouth, I have a weird migraine," Ichigo scolded.

"Fine if you want quiet, then I'll just go ahead and knock you out bastard," Chihiro screamed as she pulled back her right arm, getting ready to punch the spiky haired boy.

As Chihiro thrusted her arm forward, she was surprised to see that the 'sick' Uzumaki grab her right fist with his left hand. Looking at Ichigo's hand engulf her fist finally made Chihiro realize how much bigger in size he was compared to her. Chihiro then pulled back her arm, trying to retrieve her fist from Ichigo's tight grasp.

"Hey, let go you idiot," Chihiro yelled as she pulled back harder.

Ichigo just blankly stared at her as she struggled to get free.

Chihiro finally decided to try a new tactic to get free from the dark haired boy's hold. She quickly raised her left hand and slapped Ichigo's face as hard as she could.

The hard slap brought Ichigo back to reality. He instantly remembered that he had a tight grip on the young Uchiha's fist and was most likely squeezing it to death. Ichigo snapped his hand open and placed it at his side. "What the hell came over me? Why didn't I want to let that spoiled brat go? And why did I was to punish her for trying to punch me," Ichigo thought as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"You're such an idiot Uzumaki," Chihiro said in an angered tone as she flexed her right hand. "What the hell came over you? What are you, dead or something?"

Ichigo just stared down at his feet, still questioning the feeling that kept flooding his mind. He then shook his head and started to look in the medicine cabinet for medicine to help with strange migraine.

Chihiro let out an annoyed sigh. "Whatever, screw you Uzumaki. I really don't get why you keep popping up to just piss me off?" Chihiro then began to walk out of the kitchen with her glass of milk and back to her friend's room.

As Chihiro passed the feverous eighteen-year-old, Ichigo suddenly noticed a new ability of his that he never had before. He could smell a certain type of aroma coming from the young sixteen-year-old girl. It wasn't a smell of her shampoo or soap. No, it was more like a natural scent.

The smell that reached the eldest Uzumaki's new nose was the smell of Jasmine; a flower that gave off a smell that calms people and also arouses them at the same time.

"What the hell is wrong with me," Ichigo shouted in his head as he covered his nose.

"You're going to drive yourself mad," a voice said from inside Ichigo's mind.

Ichigo's body jumped as he heard this foreign voice talk to him in his mind. He looked around to see if there were any of his Yamanaka friends outside of his home trying to play a trick on him.

"I'm not a stupid Yamanaka. I'm you… sort of. Just stop holding back or else the torture will get worse," the voice said.

Ichigo still didn't respond back to the voice that claimed to him, he was too busy thinking about how it could be him. He thought that the tone was sort of the same, but lower and dark. He then decided to ignore the voice and continue on looking for the migraine medicine he came to the kitchen for.

The voice in Ichigo's head then groaned in annoyance. "Fine, if you won't do anything then I will. I'm not scared to be a little aggressive, unlike you."

Ichigo tried to ignore the statement that the voice said. Suddenly a sharp pain hit his head. Ichigo grabbed the sides of his head as he bent over toward the counter in front of him. Ichigo's face began to tighten up with pain and he tried to cry out for help, hoping Chihiro was still around to hear him. The pain felt like a hundred spears stabbing through Ichigo's head.

The pain then slowly went away as Ichigo began to catch his breath. When the Uzumaki opened his eyes all he could see was nothing but darkness. Suddenly a red light brightened up the dark area, showing what he saw through his eyes. Only thing was, it was more like he was watching a movie instead of seeing the kitchen with his own eyes.

Now he was scared.

"What's going on," Ichigo shouted into the dark area.

"Just shut up. I'm in control now," the voice said.

"Where am I," Ichigo demanded.

"You're in your head stupid. Now shut up and enjoy the show."

"What show?"

"You'll see."

Ichigo stood up straight, holding on tight to the counter top to keep his balance. He let out a heavy sigh and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Ichigo are you ok," a voice said from the kitchen doorway. It was Chihiro.

"Didn't know you would come back," Ichigo said, sounding tired.

"I'm just putting my cup up and besides, I heard you screaming and I was coming to tell you to shut up. Songo might be a heavy sleeper but she's a major worrywart," Chihiro said as she walked over to the sink.

Ichigo stayed facing toward the medicine cabinet. He then smirked and let out a light chuckle.

"What's so funny," Chihiro huffed, sounding annoyed.

"Nothing, here I was just thinking that you came back because the medic in you wanted to see if I was ok. I guess I was wrong. You are just a spoiled, rotten brat Chi," Ichigo said with an evil like smirk on his face.

Chihiro then slammed her cup on the sink floor and turned toward Ichigo, her face blood red with anger. "You know what, screw you Uzumaki! I don't care if you're in any pain or sick! I wouldn't even care about you if you ended up in the hospital! I wish you would just get out of my life and leave me the hell alone you bastard!" Chihiro then began to storm out of the kitchen.

As Chihiro passed Ichigo she felt something grab her wrist. As the young Uchiha turned around to see what grabbed her she was instantly pushed into the wall by the doorway of the kitchen.

"Ow, what the hell," Chihiro groaned as she felt the pain in her back fade away. She looked up and saw a familiar dark, spiky haired boy pin her wrist to the wall. Pain started to serge threw Chihiro's wrist, it felt like Ichigo was trying to break them by squeezing them to death. "Ow, would let go of me. That hurts," Chihiro hissed in painful tone.

Ichigo let out an evil-like chuckle as he lifted up his head to look at the Uchiha straight in the eyes.

Chihiro's eyes widened as she saw that the Uzumaki didn't have his normal sky blue eyes. Instead Ichigo's eyes were flooding with the color of blood red, and his pupils were as black as night instead of a really dark grey like her eye color. Chihiro tried to say the Uzumaki's name but couldn't find her voice due to the fear that his new red eyes were causing.

"What are you doing to her," the blue eyed Ichigo shouted as he watched the act happen.

"Aren't you tired of her calling us an idiot, a bastard, and a loser," the voice responded.

"Ya but I wouldn't hurt her like that. I would-."

"I know," the voice said interrupting him. "You would just call her 'Chi' and a spoiled brat. I'm sorry but to me that is not a good enough punishment because in the end she always wins by beating us up."

"What punishment do you have in mind then?"

"A good one," the voice responded with a tone that made Ichigo feel uneasy.

"What are you talking about," Ichigo yelled loud enough to make his own head hurt. The expression of pain showed on both the blue eyed and red eyed Uzumaki.

"Ichigo let me go! You're hurting my wrist," Chihiro begged as she tried to pull herself free.

Chihiro's plea brought the red eyed Ichigo back to reality. He looked at her and saw that her dark grey eyes were covered with fear. Ichigo put a small smirk on his face and then moved closer to the Uchiha's ear.

"What are you so scared of? Aren't you supposed to have superhuman strength? You can easily push me off right," Ichigo asked in a taunting tone.

Chihiro started to slightly shiver with fear as she listened to Ichigo talk in a way that she never heard him talk before.

"Dude, stop it, your scaring her," the blue eyed Ichigo yelled.

"Why do you want me to stop? I'm just making a point," the voice responded.

"What point are you trying to make by talking to her like that? What you're doing is wrong! It's not me at all!"

"If you don't like it, then do something about it," the voice taunted.

"I will!"

The voice let out a slight chuckle. "Ya right."

The smile on the red eyed Ichigo went away as his eyes opened wide. A sharp pain was going threw his head again. Ichigo tried to hold back his painful screams. He rested his forehead on Chihiro's left shoulder and squeezed her wrist more.

"Ow, that hurts, let go," Chihiro begged. She could feel tear form in the corner of her eyes but refused to let them run down her face.

"S-Sorry," Ichigo quietly said in pain.

Chihiro shifted her eyes toward Ichigo's dark colored hair.

Ichigo slowly and shakily picked his head up from Chihiro's shoulder and looked at her out of the corner of his eyes.

"What the hell is wrong with you Ichigo? Let me go," Chihiro begged.

"I-I wish I could. L-Look, I'm… obviously not m-myself. Please… j-just help me," Ichigo begged in pain.

"What are you talking about? Let me go?"

A sharp pain went through Ichigo's head again and then quickly faded away.

"Bastard," Ichigo hissed under his breath.

"I-Ichigo what's going on? Please, let me go," Chihiro said.

"Sorry," the red eyed Ichigo said as he looked at Chihiro. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just going to eat you up." Ichigo then put a hungry-like smile on his face.

Chihiro gave him a confused look but her expression quickly turned to shock as the dark haired boy started to ravish her neck. She tried to yell out and ask what he was doing, but the feel of Ichigo's tongue repeatedly rub over her neck made Chihiro gasp from shock.

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