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Chapter 3 In everything you said to me…

Hitomi's P.O.V.

I don't know what to think. This boy that has the exact same type of eyes that I do comes up to me, along with a crowd of people behind him, and he is staring at me.

His eyes dig deep into my own and I feel him trying to concentrate. I know that it has something to do with me, but on what in particular, I can't say. Then, when I start to feel uncomfortable with everyone staring at me, someone says, "Neji?"

Neji? Is that his name? It rings a small bell in my head, but I still can't put my finger on it. The memory that might tell me something about how I know him is somewhere, but I can't bring it up.

I look back at him as he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. "I…" He looks back at me. "I can't tell."

Can't tell what?

A person gasps in the background as…Neji…steps back from me. His eyes turn dark and I shrink away from him. But before I can go very far, he grabs my wrist and pulls me back to him.

I let out a small squeak as he uses his other hand to pull my face upward so we lock gazes and I can't look away.

`What is with everyone giving me such strange looks today? And the grabbing my wrist thing…it's getting really annoying.`

Normally, I would have tried to release myself already, but I can't move. It's not like he's making me immobile, no. It's just the fact that his eyes have completely trapped me within their depths.

I try to find my voice, move my body, or anything else that might free me, and finally, I manage to bring a few syllables to my lips. "W-who are y-you?"

The boy's eyes widen, and he releases me so quickly I almost get the impression that I burned him. He takes a few steps back and breathes heavily.

My body shakes on its own accord. I look from him to the people behind him that all look extremely surprised, until my eyes land on a certain black-haired boy.

I take a few steps back myself as he continues to look at me and my shaking motion increases in speed. I feel my own breath come quicker and my knees buckle under me. I fall to the ground and everyone comes closer to try and help me. But I put a hand in front of me to stop them from getting any closer, so that I can ask the only question that I have enough courage to ask right now. "P-please…j-just tell m-me what r-really is going on."

I look at each individual in the eye; first at the blonde-haired boy, then to the one that held me a few minutes ago and who was still in the same position as before, and finally looking at the coal-almost black-eyed boy that I met earlier. Stopping at him, I utter the small word that I have been saying all day.

"P-please."