Two Hearts, One Love

Disclaimer: I don't own anything concerning the manga/anime Naruto. My little brother has the manga. I just steal the books while he's asleep and read them when I feel like it. I don't own Amanda either. And even if I did, I wouldn't admit it. ;)

A/N: Well, here we are in chapter four. Ahem Not Amanda. I don't like Itachi or Sasuke. Even if I did, I wouldn't admit because Amanda would kill me. Have fun with the latest chapter!

Chapter 4

It's been a week since she first passed out. Sasuke let Amanda take the futon and slept in the living room on the floor. When he needed to go shopping for groceries, he would often take her with him. Even if there was a chance they would get spotted. Not that he was worried. If any other man tried to touch even a single strand of hair on her hair on her head, they'd die by his hand.

He loved her. Plain and simple. He knew that since the day they ran into eachother. He remembered those words she said to him. They seemed so long ago…

(Flashback)

"What, it's automatically the girl's fault because you're a guy? You probably had your head hanging too, or else you would've avoided me, jackass."

(End Flashback)

He thought long and hard about those words. In truth, he had held his head high when he walked along the streets that day. It was just that, when his eyes rested on her face, he didn't know what was going on inside him that day, but he wanted to talk to her, to learn about her. So he did the first thing that came to mind. He dropped his eyes to the ground and "accidentally" bumped into her.

The fact, though, that she was Itachi's (A/N: That's right, I said 'Itachi'! Dun dun dun duh…) woman would pose a problem. From what the fake Black Ops said, his elder brother was rather fond of the little red-head. Well, no duh. She must be special to him if he wanted her back so bad.

Still, he didn't know how to keep her away from him. He wasn't going to give her back. He knew he wouldn't let go of her ever since he realized that the feelings he had for her were those of love.

He contemplated his situation while holding her hand as they walked through the streets. She was wearing Ino's old clothes (which Ino was so willing to give when Sasuke asked) being a slightly smaller build than what Ino was.

He would've asked Sakura, since they were ex-teammates and around the same size (not that he was a pervert checking people out), but he remembered hearing something stupid about red-heads not really wearing pink or red.

Amanda looked down to their holding hands. He was doing that a lot lately. Even when he really should've used two hands to do stuff. Like reaching for things on a high shelf.

It was funny. She just gave him a smile because he was taking care of her for the last couple of days. As soon as he saw her smiling face, the item he was holding slipped right out of hand and landed right on his hand.

But it wasn't just that time. It seemed to be that way everytime she smiled. It was weird.

She looked down to their hands again, trying to make sense of it. (A/N: Not that the real Amanda is like that.) They walked back to Sasuke's home in silence, each in their own thoughts.

(Elsewhere…)

Within the newly lit room (Me: You just had to get a light bulb, didn't you?), a young man sat in a big, comfy-looking chair. You know, the one that the villain always seems to be sitting in when the good guy comes bursting through the door into the room to find the bad guy sitting in that chair, petting his white Persian? Anyway, a young man was sitting in this kind of chair. He didn't have the cat though.

He was, to say the least, hot. (Itachi: Told you I was good-looking. Me: Shut up you. Don't make me poke you with my almighty stick again.) Like his younger brother (Itachi: You mean he like me. Me: I said shut up.) he had a centre part and black hair. That's where the similarity ends though.

Because, unlike his brother, he didn't have his hair short and spiked in the back. He had his long and tied back in a ponytail. He wore a black outfit with red clouds embroidered into the fabric. But the most unusual thing about him (Itachi: Unusual?!? How dare you?!? Me: Of, stuff a sock in it will you?) was his eyes. They weren't your usual blue, brown, black or green. They were red. As red as his victims' blood.

He too, was stirring in his thoughts, but on how to get his woman back. He was sure that Sasuke would treat her like how he treated other girls. Just being a complete a total asshole. After he had hurt her so badly, she would be more than willing to get away from that living Hell. It'd be so much easier to welcome her back with open arms than to drag her back home by one.

But, if what Hideki was telling him was true when he came in to give his latest report, Amanda and Sasuke were enjoying each other's company. This wasn't good. She wouldn't be as willing to come back to him.

'What do I do now…?' they all thought at the same time.

A/N: Shorter than usual. Leave me alone.