DISCLAIMER: If I owned the KITE RUNNER Hassan wouldn't be dead and there would be lots of AMIRXHASSAN smut out there.

I own nothing all credit goes to the author of the novel.

(A/N): Well the first is finished not to move on with the rest of the chapter. I'm going to go in further with Amir and Hassana's thoughts toward one another and explore the possibility that Assef is infatuated with Hassana since she is so beautiful like her mother before her. So yes, please review so that I can find it much more enjoyable to write more chapters to those who enjoy this.

Amir woke in the morning with a pleasant yawn. He looked outside his window and saw Hassana opening the gate for her father as they prepared to go to the market. He stared at the back of his hand, the one which Hassana had kissed the night before and wondered. What was she to him? A servant? No, it had to be more than that, there had to be more. She was a Hazara, and his servant, but he had always felt some sort of strong connection to her, like they were two halves of one whole. They completed one another, rather, he felt complete when she was around. Rahim Khan told him once that they had both fed from the same breast when they were infants. Her very first word was his name. Did it not mean something? Was there a higher power showing him that Hassana was more to be than his servant? Amir was ignorant by youth in this matter and he couldn't understand. That bothered him.

Under the pomegranate tree while Amir was reading to Hassana his book he decided to mess with her a little and read what was not written. He didn't know why he teased her lack of intellect, he didn't know why he felt like he had to be the better person between the two. He knew Hassana wouldn't notice, and probably never would, but she sat there beside him, trying the read the words she could not read. When Amir felt he had teased her enough she smiled to him her pearly white teeth showing. "Amir agha, that was the best story I have ever heard." she said. Amir raised an eyebrow.

"The best?" he asked uncertainly. She must have been exaggerating.

"Naa Amir agha, it was really good." Amir stared at the beautiful girl, her smile made his chest thump. How could such words make him feel this way? How can such eyes make him so dizzy? Why could he not understand this feeling?

That night Amir wrote his story about a man who could cry tears of pearls. But the man had a happy life so he found no reason to cry. He stabbed his wife and was on a mountain of pearls grieving for the death of his wife. He wanted his father to read this but Baba showed no interest discouraging the boy. Rahim Khan though had told him his story was brilliant. He must show the story to Hassana. He hungered for her praise. He wanted her to see how wonderful the story was.

He went to Hassana's home and woke her from her sleep. She stood at the door only in her night clothes. She yawned, her hair was undone and matted on her head but to Amir she was the most beautiful he had ever seen her. "What is it Amir agha?" she asked with a sleepy yawn. Amir smirked and presented his story to her, "I will read you a story I have written myself." he said with a strong sense of pride. She smiled again and her eyes brighten as the news awakens her.

"Will you read it to me Amir agha?" she asked. Amir nods his head and Hassana lets him inside quietly as her father is sleeping. Amir reads his story to her and she gives an excited clap of her hands to him. "Amir agha, that was the most terrific story I have heard yet." she said excitedly and had to silence herself when she heard her father shift in his sleep. Amir cannot help feeling powerful in that moment. Her praise uplifted his ego and he felt like a god to Hassana. "I have one question though." she added afterwards.

"What is it Hassana?" he asked too proud to care what the question was.

"Why did the man not just cry from the smell of onions?" she asked. Amir's ego immediately deflated. Why hadn't he thought of that? Amir was silent and he quickly thought to himself 'She is a Hazara, don't mind what she says. What is she to know anyway?' Amir never answered her question and Hassana felt the stab of his pride by her question, she quickly tried to recover what was left. "A-although I suppose that just gives the story more depth, such a simple solution wouldn't make it such a great story."

Amir still said nothing and he went to bed that night damning Hassana for her questions.

(A/N): Well here is the end of chapter two. The next one is going to be a lot better I promise. it's the one involving Assef and his thoughts on Hassana. Some lemon in the mesh and we have a story cooking in the oven. I pray for some reciews and some insight on what you think. I'm just going to keep writing. If no one likes it it's not my problem. My story is out there dammit XD Well anyway thanks.