Amorphous

Chapter Seven

"Weren't you analyzing this chick, when you took a tumble in the sack?

She had been fantasizing about his dick, and her nails in his back."

Signed: Amorphous

Sasuke had that look of curious wonder in his onyx eyes again—almost boyish in its wishful search for understanding. It tugged at her almost as intently as his hand did her arm. "What do you mean he's not home?" the raven haired man growled dangerously.

Their gaze met in a heated clash which did little to dispel the feeling that her blood had gone cold in her veins.

She wrestled futilely within his grasp, "Exactly what I said," she spat gingerly, flaring him with grim appraisal from those challenging lilac eyes of hers.

"I'm afraid that answer doesn't cut it," he declared, shaking her roughly and watching with an almost predatory glint in his eyes as her dark hair fell from the confines of its ponytail in a satiny mess of black frails.

"Well it will have to suffice, because I don't know where nii-san is," she spelt out fiercely, twisting her mouth sardonically. "And even if I did, why would I tell you?" she retorted but even as she said it, there was a troubled frown sitting upon her brows, which was rightfully there, given her predicament and Sasuke's obvious blood lust.

"Don't try to get smart with me," he clenched his jaws, trying to contain his mounting annoyance. It was damn nearing six o'clock; surely whatever co-curricular activities the Hyuuga had after school must have concluded already. Where could he have gone?

A very unpleasant possibility dawned on him, crashing down on the brooding man like a brick dropped on glass, anger gripping him in a stormy surge. He tightened his grip on the child until his knuckles paled equally as rapid as her pale flesh boomed with colour.

"Unhand me!" the exploding fury cracked into spurts of tears as horror and despair poured from the young girl. Her head titled back causing long strands of hair to blow into a feathering dance around her face in the evening breeze.

"Be quiet," he hissed, hauling her up against his side and shot a quick assessing glance over her features. All Hyuugas looked alike in his opinion but this one held an uncanny likeness to the boy in question, which only served to make him even more barbaric. "Where is he god damn it?"

Her small face was taunt and flushed with indignation, the soft pink fullness of her mouth setting in a gaped of disbelief. Her forehead creased in lines of tension or perhaps ferocious resentment which held her rigid where she stood. She looked every bit like a frightened puppy. "I said that I didn't know!"

Her tortured sobs were gut-wrenching, if he was a lesser person he would have been backing away from the brat in a blind stumble. But seeing as though he wasn't, he was largely undaunted.

"Do you know who my father is?" she asked, as if it was supposed to matter to him.

"Don't try to be cute," Sasuke mused with a dismissive shrug of one broad shoulder. "I couldn't care less who your father is, it's your cousin that I'm after," he reasoned with cold precision.

"What do you want with nii-san?" her voice cracked like a whip and she struggled against his hold with more determination. It was basic protective instincts at work; the boy clearly shared some semblance of sibling bond with this arrogant little twit. "What do you want with nii-san?" she asked again, this time with more purpose.

"The question isn't what I want with him," he informed her tersely. "It's what he wants with my lady," he cringed, even as the possessive reference left his lips.

Fear for her cousin and confusion intensified but she hid both emotions. "Your lady?" she asked incredulously bursting into a fit of laughter, "Is that what this is all about?"

"Do you I look like I'm joking to you?" he tossed her roughly back and forth. In an answering cry she shook her head dumbly. "What's your name girl?"

"Hanabi," she struggled for breath.

"Listen Hanabi," her name slithered from his tongue venomously. "When that cousin of yours gets back, tell him that his dear ole pal Uchiha Sasuke is looking for him," he said pushing her away but still gripping her shoulders.

Hanabi trembled in the aftermath of being shaken up so violently, but she managed to the measure the tone of her voice and hissed, "I'm not your messenger!"

Sasuke gave her shoulders a squeeze, "Maybe you're not getting the brighter picture here."

She winced, feeling his fingers dug into her flesh. Her eyes squinted in pain and were only able to regain focus after he had released her.

"This isn't merely a message, it's a warning," he drawled with deadly reassurance.

Then he stalked off into his very ominous looking black Cadillac Jeep. Hanabi caught the flash of a pink smirk and red locks in the passenger's seat before Sasuke slammed the door shut and took off.

Her hair swished across her face as the car zoomed past her. Gathering up her knapsack from where it had slipped off her shoulders, the young Hyuuga hastily made her way up the driveway, fending off a concerned look from one of the guards who had been watching the exchange.

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The book-lined walls of their private library seemed to tilt alarmingly, and Neji gripped the edge of the desk as he struggled to comprehend Hanabi's words. Shock ricocheted through him and with it, a fierce and inexplicable bolt of fury that overrode any dread he might have felt initially.

He stood up and walked to the window needing to pull his shit together or perhaps looking to see if the Uchiha was lay waiting him outside. "What did he want?" his clipped tone shattered the tense silence.

Hanabi wiped her hands in her jeans, "He said something about his lady."

Neji lifted a brow, he had figured that much. This question was… What did Uchiha expect to accomplish by coming here? If he had unresolved issues with anyone, it should be Sakura, Neji thought with a harsh huff of breath. He did not wish to be in the middle of their scuffle.

Black brows lowered in a slashing frown, "Isn't that guy Haruno-san's boyfriend or something?"

His jaws tightened, "I do not keep track of my teachers' love lives Hanabi!" he snapped icily, closing his eyes to compose himself and thus not seeing the knowing little smirk that curled his cousin's lips. "If you'll excuse me, I have midterms to prepare for."

"Nii-san he looked absolutely menacing," she threw at him. "Did something happen between you and your teacher?"

She had voiced the question that Neji could not answer. The true was, he did not know what had happened between him and Sakura. Aside from one fleeting moment of passion nothing much has happened, or at least that's what he's being forced to believe.

"Maybe tou-san can help," she suggested.

"I wouldn't trouble Hiashi-sama with such trivial matters," he answered simply.

Trivial matters? What an exaggerated understatement. It was anything but such.

He had slept with his teacher and someone was blackmailing them—someone who had voice recordings and even pictures—someone who wanted money. And neither of them had the first clue who it could be. He didn't have any enemies but he didn't exactly have friends either. And Sakura was not the most liked teacher but she got along fairly well with her students. Amorphous could be anyone.

"I don't like this!" Hanabi burst out fiercely, infuriated at Neji's plainly skeptical expression. "I'm telling father."

Neji swung away from the window so quickly Hanabi jolted when he materialized before her, "I'll deal with it."

She lifted her chin and her eyes clashed with his cold, faintly contemptuous gaze. "What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself in this time?"

"Hn."

When she saw that she wasn't going to get anything much from him, she pulled the collar of her blouse to the side, revealing the bruises Sasuke's onslaught had left, "Don't tell me that you aren't in some sort of trouble, because these are pretty convincing."

"He did that to you?" Neji fought to control the murderous rage coursing through him.

She nodded.

"That's it," he growled stalking past her.

She caught his arm, staring at him and recognized the determined gleam in his eyes. "Don't be ridiculous!" she bit her lips. "Don't you have exams to study for? I got a text message from Amorphous saying something about you failing a test."

He froze.

"Nii-san what is going on? Who is Amorphous? And why did she leave such a lewd comment on your report card?"

"Give me your phone," he demanded gruffly.

She pinned him with a look of suspicion and handed him her phone.

Neji's jaws dropped.

"Your nii-san's quite the scholar, with intelligence Miss Haruno hails,

But the test that should be undertaken is the one she hopes he fails."

Signed: Amorphous