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Ch. 4
The raven haired girl cautiously wondered about her contacts today. She had recently gotten them, but she wondered how he would feel. He had mentioned a few times how he had been interested with women and glasses. However, she felt the look was becoming enough to try. She held her breath as she straightened her mind. Her hand momentarily hovered above the push bar to the lab's door. This was her moment. She was going to ask him. If she were rejected, so be it. There was no turning back now. She was Sarada Uchiha, the leaf's only heir to Uchiha. The dark menace of the field. The healer of many nations. Her stomach dropped during her internal pep-talk. He didn't appear as if he would ask and she feared he never would. The late night torture eventually crescendoed to her current predicament. He was a renowned researcher. The protégé of the scientific industries. A highly sought after bachelor, and jaw-dropping gorgeous. She began to tremble as she realized- she was a girl in love. The stakes were incredibly high.
"Sarada? What are you doing? Come in." Hiro's voice through the thick glass made her snap back into the present. She could do this. She was everything he was. Her loss would be his as well. With renewed strength she opened the door and nearly melted at the sight of his lopsey smile. His eyes seemed to enlarge for a moment before turning back to his microscope, the sound of cover glass grating on her nerves. His blush hidden by the black eyepieces. "So have you brought me something today?" She cleared her throat,
"I'm not sure what my mother has sent you." The room was silent for a while, her curiosity almost distracting her from her mission. "What does she send you?" The man slowed his movements, clearly debating what to say.
"Tell me about your day." His voice was shaky, as if he was hiding a secret. Her interest piqued. Suddenly her mission was forgotten. If her mother was sending illegal things through the mail…by her daughter, she wanted to know about it. She was anxious, surly they knew each other well enough for honesty.
"Hiro-" The warning in her voice made him slowly raise his tired features. His past few sleepless nights had worn on him too. She swallowed as she recognized that sleep did not seem to have an effect on his physical charm. The coloring on his cheeks confused him. He appeared to be looking at her with a raw, cautious emotion she hadn't recognized before. After a few minutes of her nervous rambling, about how she would not be a drug dealer for her mother, he slowly put up a hand. Got up from his chair, took her hand, and showed her into a room full of brown boxes.
"What..?" Her eyes searched the room, certainly it was a genjutsu of some kind?
"These are all from you." The packages in various sizes ran along marble counter tops. The dullness of them a sharp contrast with the shine below them. Valuable research space. "I've been paying Sakura. To continue sending me plant samples." Who could need all these plants? Were there that many different plants in the village? As if he could hear her thoughts he spoke slowly. "Many of them…are repeats, I'm guessing many more are. I've stopped looking after the first month." Her head spun,
"But why-?" He shook his head, a boyish smile plastered over his face.
"For you." Her eyes widened, shocked and unsure what to say. She felt naked on the battle field. This had not been part of the mission specks. Some small part of her wondered, but had never asked. Now she was sinking into the pit of the unknown. Her stomach flipped as she recounted the days. He was always alone. Always at 3 pm.
"And your workspace…?" His head tilt forward letting his bangs cover the tops of his eyelashes.
"Hah…you caught me." She was silent as her heart beat out of her chest. What was he telling her? What did he expect of her? "Sarada." Her head focused back on him, his head raised enough for those dark eyes to peer into her own. His thick eyelashes drawing her in with every blink. "For you." His repetition made her stomach churn in ways that scared her.
"Why?" He leaned back nervously on the counter top. She knew insecurity and vulnerability when she saw it.
"Because…" His hesitation was killing her. She felt emotional and unable to keep her frantic thoughts tight.
"Why?!" His eyes searched her face for something. His next words were cautious, sincere,
"Because I love you."
