Second chapter~ Hey...my fanfiction is acting weird. I can't see how many hits I get. I won't know you are reading unless you review. I did a check and I can see my review. So the only thing I cant see is hits. Please tell me you are reading. I hate viruses.
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Bitter
Chapter 2
Taste.
Sasuke's POV
The note laid clumsily next to the ornate orange plate. 'Take this to the festival for me...-Naruto' My fingers grazed it slightly while I looked at the small writing. My finger throbbed from a great pain from a small wound. I opened my clenched fist and saw a paper cut on the tip of my fore finger. The blood beaded then dripped. I heard scuffling somewhere in my room but when I looked around I saw nothing. The window was opened. Did I open that?
But why couldn't Naruto take his cake and enjoy the fun himself? Was there something the matter? Thoughts stirred around in my head before I could place anything together. It'd be a waste to not go myself. I didn't plan to. I scratched the back of my head. Ino and Sakura should be here soon to pick up the soda...maybe they'll take the cake.
I trudged to my bed and flopped down. I looked at the window in curiosity. Now that I think about it...I didn't hear the door open...but I felt it open. The cake wasn't there before. Or maybe I has a stigma towards it. Maybe I can form a stigma towards those girls. I wouldn't see them if I don't believe in them!
There were a few taps on the door. My eyes shifted their gaze to the door. I could see a shadow under the door. Ah...They're here. My feet made a quiet pitter-patter on the ground as I walked to the door. When I swung it open the wind from the window reacted with it; blowing my hair towards the opening in the door.
It was Naruto. I saw him tense up a bit. His nose was scrunched and his eyes were slightly frightened this time. I sighed and scooted to the wall to make room for him to enter. He just scowled at me. "Will you invite me in?" His gentle voice came. His expressions and his voice didn't feel like one. It was like he was two separate people.
I flinched and remembered how rude it was not to verbally invite someone in. He must like the old traditions or something like that. "Oh...yea...Come on in." I ruffled my hair in slight embarrassment. "How do you know where I live?" I blurted out. It's natural to want to know how someone found you even though you never told them anything at all.
"I live the floor below you." He said nonchalantly. He breathed in the air around him. He saw the opened window and darted for it. He sat in the sill and breathed in the air there. I sniffed my wrist and wondered why my scent was so bad/normal for him. "Do you mind?"
"What?" I was caught off guard in my thoughts about the boy in front of me.
"Do you mind that I live below you? I mean...it is your apartment building." he had a sad look in his eyes that made me want to hug him. Who wouldn't want to hug someone that looked so helpless.
"Do you have anywhere else to go?"
"Not really." He shook his head; clearly unsatisfied with it himself. "No. I have no where to go."
"Then it's fine with me." I tried to smile to him but he just scowled and glared out the window.
"You really should be more careful." His voice was soft and full of fear. He pointed to my finger without looking behind him. He kept his nose facing the outside. I looked at my uncovered finger in amusement. "You can get into a lot of trouble." He talked in codes. It was physically and mentally impossible to decode them.
"It isn't really your concern." I turned and didn't face him. A small breath swept through my ear like he was behind me. I didn't turn around. If I did...Would he kill me?
"It's more of my concern than yours." He deadly hiss glowered around my ear. In a split second my hand was in his and he was examining it. He squeezed it really hard like an anaconda suffocates its prey. My blood oozed out of the cut and he brought it to his mouth. It was like a slow motion movie scene. His mouth opened slightly and his small child tongue lapped up the blood.
He cringed but continued. My senses finally came back to me and I screamed. His head shot up in fear. His eyes looked like he was about to cry. I scared him. "You're a bloodsucker!" My tiny lungs yelled. His head darted side to side to look for a way out.
"I was just cleaning it!" He pleaded. It had to be true. If he really wanted a big dose of my blood he would go for bigger veins. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. He held up his hands in surrender as he got closer and closer to me. His eyes assured me it was okay to trust him not to do anything more. He licked the wound again and tied the cloth around the finger.
He beamed a smile at me and I hesitantly smiled back. I ruffled his hair to tell him indirectly I wasn't going to yell at him anymore. "So you are a bloodsucker."
"Some people call us vampires." He corrected me. "Bloodsucker sounds so...hostile. But am I hostile?"
"Yes?"
"Hey...uncalled for." He pouted like a puppy. We sat down on my bed to talk about it. "It doesn't matter. Your blood tastes really bitter." He crossed his arms and smiled. Should I be offended? Is this an insult in the blood sucker world?
"So that means you won't come after my blood anymore?" I chirped happily. Its always a great day knowing your blood isn't going to be sucked by a vampire.
"No...That doesn't mean I won't come back." He glanced at my confused look and started explaining things with motions and words. "Its like a really bitter juicy apple. No...not a good enough example. A grapefruit. A grapefruit is really bitter until you dose it with sugar. So your blood is a grapefruit. I just need to add sugar."
"...You're going to pour sugar into my blood?"
"N..." He hesitated for a moment, thinking of how that would taste. Anything with sugar sounded good to him. "No."
"Then what's the sugar?"
"Experience is like splenda...hardly anyone wants splenda. And real good sugar is like..." He leaned over and locked lips with mine. He pulled me closer and closer by the millisecond. He deepened it more and more. I could feel his nibbling on my lower lip and sucking on my top. He didn't keep it normal. "Like...love."
He licked my bottom lip before pulling away. "Tastes better already." I touched my lips and retracted my hand. Blood. "You love me too don't you?"
"I can't." I waved my hands infront of my face in hope of not being killed. "I'm ten."
"I don't care. I've been 10 for 239 years."
"I'm a guy!"
"So am I." He rolled his eyes and kept gazing at me.
"That's why its wrong!"
"But you can't say you don't feel anything when I kiss you." He retorted. His face was hurt and I know I was saying the wrong things. I wanted to pull him close to me...but how could I? He'd bite into my neck. He'd...ah hell forget it.
I wrapped my arms around his small body. He put his hands on my chest and rested his head in my arms. He was really small and soft. It calmed me and made my body go numb. "Don't...Don't let the sunlight hit me."
"You seriously trust me to keep you safe?"
"You wouldn't kill me. You love me." I scratched the back of my head in the awkward momentness.
"Y...Yea." I leaned over and kissed his forehead. His breaths slowed and his chest raised up and down softly. He was asleep.
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