Amorphous

Chapter Four

"Oh my God," Sakura stumbled, numb with shock. "This is getting out of hand."

"We should call the police," Neji suggested contemporaneously taking out his cell phone but never once taking his eyes off the written text on the window pane.

Reeling, Sakura realized she wasn't dealing with anyone ordinary. Whilst there was no underlying threat, she was struggling to overcome the shock of Amorphous's boldness. Swiping her tongue over her dry lips she spun around and snatched the phone from his hands "You can't do that!"

Cool and unruffled Neji stared questionably at her. But his mind was racing in frantic circles. "So you're not Amorphous after all?"

"No shit," she frowned, planting her arms on her hips defensively. "I'm beginning to think you have something to do with this."

"That is preposterous!" he exclaimed.

"Is it?" she asked hotly. "In case you haven't noticed aside from Amorphous you're the only one keen on making me relive the other night, Neji." His name rolled off her tongue so bitterly he could almost taste it.

Clenching his jaws, he paced to the window. The heavy drapes were opened, the gauzy curtain fluttering in the damp breeze. The pink text was bright, bold and hardly unnoticeable even from yards away. "I still think we should inform some sort of authority figure," he said looking down the flight of fire emergency staircases to see if perhaps the culprit had stuck around.

"Get away from there!" she instructed.

He barely registered the chill blowing in as his mind ran with the possibilities. "We could get a graphologist to find the person who wrote this."

"Without suspects that narrows it down to just about anyone who has it out for either one of us," she waved off the notion. "And in case you haven't noticed, that list wouldn't be exactly short."

Frowning Neji turned away from the window and marshaled his thoughts, "What about dactlyloscopy?"

She shook her head, "Finger print testing warrants some federal intervention, I can't afford that. And just look at the damn message, what good would it do to bring the law into this do? And while I'm at it let me enlighten you to a fact you elites often disregard, justice for the poor isn't necessarily the same as justice for the affluent."

"We don't have to mention anything about us," he pressed.

"What's to stop Amorphous from tipping off the cops and how long do you think it'll take for the investigation to shift from Amorphous and unto me?"

"Not that I'm saying it will but if it ever came up I would tell them that I did it off my own free will and it was a onetime thing."

If it wasn't for the severity of the issue she would have actually had a good laugh. "The law is in service to the rich, regardless of what you say, your family would bury me before they made any one of theirs out to be uncultured and immoral."

He scratched the back of his head. She made a very good point. A mere civil servant such as herself stood no chance against the powerful and influential Hyuuga name. His family would go to the extreme to paint her as a sexual predator and him the innocent victim. All for what? Pinning a face to this malevolent Amorphous character…It wasn't worth it.

"We have to do something, you're not safe here."

"I can take care of myself!" she snapped.

He flinched.

Taking a composing breath she muttered. "You don't need to worry about me. I'm a big girl. Now go," she pointed in the direction of the door. Anger making her pink hair look slightly red.

His eyes lowered, a faint red tinge colouring his cheeks. His feet complied but then hesitated just a few inches out of her reach. He lifted a hand, aching to curve it over her cheeks. His hovering hand had started to drop when she resolved the matter by simply leaning forward.

"I'm going to be fine…" she said as if it was any consolation.

He hooked a brow. The warm skin of her cheek connected with his palm. Their breaths mingled. He lifted his gaze, felt his pulse stutter.

Sakura's body reacted to the unspoken invitation even as her mind shouted at her to break the contact and back away. The problem was that her instincts worked against her intellect whenever he was around. It every bit as strange as it was pathetic. He was a mere boy and yet at it same time…just the man she needed.

On her toes she covered his lips with hers. She kept the contact light, the kiss gentle. Her hunger broke into her with unexpected ferocity. She came within a breath of taking things a little bit further, but her guilt was mounting for taking advantage of his feelings along with the odd indefinable emotion that jolted through her when he pressed his lips against her puckered flesh. Her entire body protested when he broke the kiss and stepped back.

"Sasuke's going to be here any minute now, I should leave and you should really consider cleaning that window."

She had to clench her fist to keep from reaching for him again. "I know," she laughed, still battling the ridiculous urge to drag him against her and take another taste of those warm lips. She didn't breathe until he made it down the hall and through the door.

As if on cue, her cell phone buzzed from where she had tossed it in the sofa.

"Keep your bitch on a leash, cops will lead to your demise,

Don't go spreading fibs, the way you're accustomed to spreading your thighs."

Signed: Amorphous

The door bell rang and instantly her head shot up, eyes frantically searching the room. Confirming that not a thing was out of place, she wiped her hands in her dress and made it for the door. Trying to clear her expression of any sign of the internal uproar she was undergoing, she reached for the knob.

"Sasuke!" she said with a smile, unconsciously holding her phone behind her.

He planted a sloppy kiss on her cheek and stepped inside eyeing her suspiciously. "Why have you got that look on your face?"

Hurriedly closing the door she swept past him remembering the message on the glass. "What look?" she laughed nervously while physically trying to steer him away from the living room. This he took as an invitation to pull her up against him and squeeze her behind.

"That look that tells me you're up to something," he said toiling a strand of her around his finger.

Taking advantage of the situation she threw her arms around his neck and grinned, "Maybe I am…"

Clearing his throat he set her aside and began to look around. "Have you seen my jacket, I could have sworn I left it here the other day."

It felt like a slap to the face. "You can look for the jacket later," she tried to make a grab at him. Searching was the last thing she wanted him to be doing…well that…and herself, if you get the drift. But she had to distract him somehow right?

That note could break their relationship beyond repair. And while deep down she wished they existed in a world where pursuing Neji wasn't illegal, she was hell-bent on keeping Sasuke in her clutches because he was her everything.

"What has gotten you so hasty?" he smirked, crushing his lips unto hers for a quarter of a second then disposing of her to venture into the living room.

She growled low in her throat and followed behind him. "Please don't go in there."

He stopped and turned, his eyes tangled with hers and she looked away nervously. "Why not?" he asked waking towards her.

Sakura felt the words dry up in her throat with each step closer to her that he took.

"You're acting strange," Sakura flushed. His voice was low, sexy and coaxing, and there was a lazy, speculative look in his eyes that made her feel hot and self-conscious.

She trembled, "There was a break-in…" she began. It wasn't technically a lie but it was vaguely the truth. She had to find some way to explain the message on the glass right? And what better way to do it than lie. How exactly does one break the news to her lover that he was competing with a high school boy for that empty space in her bed?

His expression went grave.

"They didn't steal anything but they left a rather disturbing message on the window pane, even though I know it probably wasn't for me, I still didn't want you to see it."

His face grew in shadow, but there was no mistaking the angry tension of his stance. His dark eyes flared her like a whip, "Someone broke in? That's all the more reason for me to look around." Sakura felt the blood rush to her face and she stared helplessly at him. But her face fell when he added, "They could have taken my jacket."

There was no stopping him this time.

Her cell phone vibrated causing Sakura to knit her brow at the sender. "Sasuke wait!"

She met his accusing glare head on when she entered the living room a couple seconds behind. "What sorts of games are you playing?"

Her lips parted wordlessly. Everything was just as she had left it…this morning. The message vanished.

"If someone broke into your apartment just so they could tidy it, then I think it's high time you consider hiring a maid," he commented with a just a tinge of sarcasm.

It was then that she read the new SMS.

"Liar, liar, panties on fire,

Two guys in one night, you sure don't tire."

Signed: Amorphous

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Hiashi pushed his chair back from his desk abruptly, stood and strode across his study window. The spectacular view across the mountains usually soothed him, made him thankful for a peaceful afternoon. But this afternoon didn't seem to be having its usual calming effect.

He turned and stalked to the other window, looked out over the bay. The water glittered turquoise and the sky was fine which was much more than what could be said about his mood. His hand tightened around Neji's report card.

The problem wasn't that he flunked Home Economics; in their household high emphasis was not placed on excelling in subjects that undermines masculinity by teaching young boys how to sew, cook and make home remedies. Nah! That shit was for pussies. But the comment left by Mrs. Amorphous─a rather strange name he thought to himself─left the older man a bit bemused.

"Don't be too hard on him; Home Economics can be quite a dread,

But if you really want to see an "A"…he has better luck doing the teacher instead."

Signed: Amorphous