Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, or this story (An Unspoken Attraction). The story itself was started by HomeSkillitBiscuit.93, so all the credit goes to her. I'm just taking over after chapter 4. Not sure what I'll do with it yet, or what I'll think of, but odds are I'll end up killing someone. ROFL. Or close to it... :D Imma have fun with this.

CHAPTER 2

Sasuke's devastatingly handsome face assessed my features as he strode closer. His perfectly sculpted body peeked through his unbuttoned shirt, tugged by the passing breeze.

I swallowed nervously and slowly raised my hands in front of my chest as Sasuke loomed over me. Being a 5-foot-nothing, his presence felt domineering. His onyx eyes gazed into mine; his silk-like eyebrows furrowed, as if deep in thought.

My heart could not help but beat faster as butterflies bore their way into my stomach.

"So, who are you?" His velvet voice rang in my ears and made me melt. Sasuke would've been my age, 17, or maybe a year older. It was impossible to tell.

"Akane," I said, trying to restrain my fake confidence infront of this gorgeous boy.

Sasuke gingerly rested a hand on my forehead and I could feel my cheeks grow hot. I just prayed he couldn't see them turn red. His dark eyes continued to assess me.

"You don't seem to be running a fever like you were last night," he muttered to himself, now scanning his eyes up and down over my small frame. After a few seconds, he removed his hand.

I was running a fever? Huh… Maybe that's why I woke up with a mass headache.

A tiny smile tugged at the corner of my lips as Sasuke proceeded to sit down at the large, kitchen table.

The sun shone through the kitchen window, causing the black marble bench-tops to glare in the light and throw a sheen over the dark mahogany that supported it.

I nervously played with a strand of my bright, red hair as Sasuke continued to stare at me intently.

"Were you a vulture in another life?" I teased, narrowing my green eyes at him. Sasuke just smirked as he leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table.

"Is that any way to greet someone who practically saved your life?"

My eyes widened in confusion. "What?"

"I… I found you on the side of the road, passed out in the rain," Sasuke explained awkwardly, as if he expected me to know what he was talking about. I didn't. "I brought you here; I didn't know what else to do."

I nodded slowly, still not understanding a word of it. Sasuke suddenly leaned back, as if someone had spat in his face.

"You mean… you don't remember anything…?" he asked, his tone streaked with worry.

I shook my head. Sasuke lowered his eyes to the table. "Well, if I were you, I wouldn't want to remember last night either…" he muttered.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I demanded, growing more worried and confused by the second.

Sasuke looked at me with unreadable eyes, though I know they were supposed to be displaying worry or shock.

"I brought you home and put you straight to bed because you were still unconscious. Then, you were screaming in the middle of the night. I ran to see what was wrong, but you kept writhing and screaming and wouldn't answer me. You were covered in sweat and I couldn't wake you… It scared the shit out of me, Akane. I tried to wake you up, but you attacked me and kept scratching me," Sasuke explained, exposing his left forearm, which indeed had three, deep, dark red cuts on it from my night terrors.

My mouth dropped open as I kept staring at the cuts. They had scabbed over, but were still very much there. I did that? A tight knot had formed in the pit of my stomach as I still couldn't remember anything.

"Do you remember anything?" Sasuke quizzed. Again, I shook my head.

"What exactly was a screaming about in my sleep?" I demanded, becoming more fearful by the second.

Sasuke paused for a long moment, his eyebrows furrowing in thought. "I'm not entirely sure," Sasuke muttered slowly. "All I remember is that you were swearing and screaming as if you were in pain and—"

"—Pain?" I blurted out, leaning over the table, cutting Sasuke off. He nodded solemnly. I rested back in my chair and stared across at Sasuke, then at the table infront of me.

"Must've been some nightmare…" I muttered.

Suddenly, Sasuke cursed under his breath, pushed his chair back and left the kitchen.

"What's wrong?" I called after him, also rising up from out of my chair.

"I'm late!" he called back. I heard rummaging coming from the next room. I grabbed my hoodie from the chair beside me, strode out into the foyer and looked down the hallway that was next to the staircase, to my left. I loved the texture of the cool, hardwood floor on my bare feet.

Seconds later, Sasuke appeared, carrying a black bag and a set of keys.

"Where're you going?" I asked as he came closer.

"School," he smiled, tapping my forehead with his index and middle fingers as he walked past me to the front door.

I turned to face him. He was standing there, holding the door open.

"You coming?"


Sasuke cut the engine of his shiny, black Kawasaki "Ninja" motorcycle, flicked out the kickstand and rested it as we pulled up to his school. He took off his helmet and proceeded to get off his bike, but then stopped.

"Akane, you can let go now," Sasuke chuckled.

I lifted my head from his back and let go of his sculpted torso. Sasuke swung his leg over and off the bike and proceeded to help me get off. Being a 5-foot-nothing, my small feet couldn't even touch the ground. Sasuke took my hand and rested his other one on my hip and he gently lifted me off the leather seat.

I gazed around the front area of the school. It was huge; the main, 4-storey grey and brown building was in the center, surrounded by one and two-storey grey and brown buildings and luscious, green grass and tall oak trees. Classic high school scene. Kids roamed the school grounds, laughing, talking, sitting on nearby tables and chairs, talking in groups in the carpark, and sitting in the shade provided by the various, looming oak trees.

Sasuke put his heavy arm around my shoulder. "You prepared?" he asked, looking down at me.

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As we walked across the grass into the main building, I could not help but notice that we were being eyed by nearly every passer-by, the majority of which were female. I could feel myself growing self-conscious; my tattered clothes weren't exactly winning me any beauty pageants.

Girls glared and whispered among each other, while boys paid no attention. Sasuke continued to walk along as if nothing was wrong, his heavy arm still draped lightly over my shoulder.

Sasuke slowed his pace down as we neared his locker. He took his arm off my shoulder and proceeded to open his locker.

"You'll get used to the stares," Sasuke said as he began to twist the combination dial.

"What, are you some kind of super-stud that all the girls fawn over?" I asked sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

"Yeah, that's basically it," Sasuke chuckled, opening his locker and stowing his helmet all books in it, except two of them.

I crossed my arms over my chest and snorted. "Seriously?"

Sasuke turned to me with and raised his silk eyebrow. My face fell as I recalled all the stares and whispers we received once setting foot into the school. Well, it wasn't rocket science; Sasuke was really good looking, tall and blessed with elegant muscles and a beautiful, mysterious demeanor. How could any girl walk past and not take a second glance?

"So, why did you bring me here anyway?" I asked as Sasuke and I left the main building and headed across the courtyard to the South Buildings.

"Well, I can't just leave you home by yourself," he answered in an obvious tone. "Besides, I found you, and so it's my duty to take care of you."