Hello again and I'm very sorry for slab writing. In other words not stopping to breath in between thoughts, I do that quite often. I took AP English classes and they often require paragraphs with at least eleven sentences, but excluding that I mean this is me you are talking about. I forget to breathe occasionally. I am also hypoglycemic and I forget to keep my sugar up. I forget to eat people. Let's face it, I am a dobe and I apologize for it. You may now hit me. To those who noticed and were bothered by my slab writing I apologize. Please aware me to the fact…

Warning: if it says Sasuke's POV you can guarantee filthy language. And I am sorry but Sasuke is a dirty boy. So we must punish him. Go ahead Naru-chan. N: Yay! Rears back whip in hand…

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto if I did Sasuke would be 'punished' a lot more… what a bad boy…

Given continued…

SPOV

This sucked here I was sitting on this stupid cushion. I wanted to tear it apart. However my manners kept me from doing so. I was after all raised to be polite and not to destroy others property. After sitting here for several minutes I had become bored. I could hear the fangirl still screaming. (Insert a Sasuke giggle…) I loved to get them back after all they tortured me… I looked around the room. They were an opulent household. I could tell from the décor. The walls hung with pictures of the family.

I looked at each face. There were quite a few of a certain pink-haired girl, but one face stuck out. A young blonde-haired boy with crystalline blue eyes scars marred each cheek like whiskers. A goofy smile was plastered on his face, but sorrow rested in his eyes. There were other pictures of him, one with him smiling softly, another with no emotions showing on his face.

No other personal pictures were found of the boy. No other articles of his existence than those few photographs in other pictures he stood near the back, with a darker man who had scar across his nose, who seemed to acknowledge the boy. He seemed sweet. He was the only one willing to stand next to the boy.

His mate was supposed to have lost his parents. If this was the boy he could understand the scorn directed at him. He repulsed people. Due to this boys circumstances it would probably be different. He had been chosen at a young age to be my mate and would have probably been conditioned for that. Others would have been instructed to stay away from him more than likely and that would probably lead to him being shunned.

There were other children, but none of seeming importance, except one, one with red hair and enough make-up to drown most. He seemed to always have his gaze fixed on the blonde boy. I wondered if the blonde boy was indeed my mate. He was cute. Seemed to give off that aura of 'protect me'.

S: I like him.

Shut up! I don't like anyone.

S: I didn't say you did I said I do… Ahh…well I don't.

S: the ice prince fell for the hot blonde.

I am not talking to you.

S: That's all right it's more fun this way you pouting all you have to do is listen.

The door began to open.

S: Oh crap! I'll get caught snooping.

I don't worry.

S: Then why are you running? Shut up!

My inner voice faded away. NO I AM NOT SCHITZOPHRENIC!