Chapter 2
The words rang in his head, over and over. He couldn't stop staring at her with disbelieving eyes. He didn't want to believe she would really leave, and he didn't want to answer her question. But her voice and eyes told him she was serious. That she would leave without a moment's hesitation.
She stood there, her patience waning.
"Are you going to answer or not?"
Her voice jolted him from his thoughts and he looked at her impassively. Her eyes narrowed fractionally.
"I'm not waiting much longer." She said, voice cold. He glared.
"I don't care." 'Why am I lying?' "Do what you want." 'Don't go' "If you go, you won't be a burden anymore." "You're not a burden! Why am I saying and thinking two different things?' he mentally yelled. He was confusing himself. Saying one thing full of hatred, yet saying another thing full of sadness.
"A burden? That's what I am?" she lowered her head so that her bangs fell over her eyes, outing a shadow over her face. He stared at her, and flinched back when she raised her head and glared at him, her eyes glistening with tears. She walked towards him, raising her right hand, which started glowing a bright green. He tensed and took a small step back. He didn't know what jutsu she was using, but he had a feeling that he wouldn't like it.
She stopped when she was arm's length away from him. She locked eyes with him, and before he could react, her right hand had made contact with his chest. He gasped and fell back, clutching his chest. Sharp pains ran through his body, his mind was numb, eyesight blurry. His body was tingling, as if he was electrocuted, and his stomach was churning violently. He looked at her for a moment before collapsing to his knees.
"Something wrong?" she asked, voice sickenly sweet, "feeling sick? Body tingling? Can't think straight? Can't see anything?"
He glared, gasping and coughing as his lungs started constricting.
"That was a medical jutsu. Used correctly, and for the right reason, it can heal paralysis. Used for the wrong reason, and it confuses the body, making it think its been electrocuted, that it has to vomit because of something in the stomach, shuts the mind down as if in a coma, and constricts the lungs as thought you're drowning. Painful, isn't it?"
He couldn't speak. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think. He could stare at her with blurry sight, faintly wondering if she was going to kill him. She bent down and placed her hand on his shoulder, and in a second, he was fine. He blinked. It felt as though that was just a passing nightmare, a phantom pain.
"With your answer, you helped me finalize my decision. I guess this was an okay goodbye. See ya." She smiled, before vanishing with a small poof.
He sat rooted to that spot, before slowly standing, shaking with fear.
'Why am I afraid of her? Is it because f what she did to me? I don't hurt at all, and it feels as though it never happened. But I know it did…' he looked in the direction of her house, and headed there. He wanted to make sure she was lying. To see if she was already gone.
Upon arriving at her house, he had a sense of dread. None of the lights were on, and it was oddly quiet. He walked up to the front door and gently pushed on it. It swung open, and the smell of blood flooded his nose. He walked in slowly, and closed the door behind him, his eyes darting around, sharingan activated for better vision.
He tensed at the sight of blood staining the floors and walls. He walked carefully through the living room towards the hallway. He glanced in the kitchen and froze. Two bodies lay on the ground, a large pool of blood around them. His own parents in that same position flashed through his mind. He shook his head and headed for the stairs, ignoring the fleeting images of his parents' dead bodies.
He paused at Sakura's doorway, hearing a soft, dull thump. Muffled voices were heard, and he gently opened the door, pushing it all the way open. The first thing he saw made him swell with hatred.
Sharingan met with Sharingan
