Yes, I'm having fun uploading a chapter or two a day. I should try, like, a theme sort of thing this way, just choosing a certain fandom and a random word and trying to write even a 100 word drabble with it. It sounds rather fun, actually.


I really need to learn to not think out loud–it's gotten me into enough trouble as it is.

I was hanging out at Miki's house, since we were going to the movies with another buddy, and examining a book of artwork based on people I knew. Flipping through the pages and giving exclamations of awe and amazement at the proper times, I finally got to the end and closed the book. On the back was a picture of Sasuke and his Chidori, and I let myself sit there and be envious of the ninja while Miki took care of something on the other side of the house. I shook my head as I stared at his face, mumbling, "Damn it, Sasuke, why do you have to look so awesome?" I had been referring to his technique at the time . . .

" "Awesome," am I?"

But he didn't seem to know that.

I jerked my attention to the window to see him precariously perched there, smirking at me as if he knew my deepest, darkest secrets. (Well, he is a ninja . . . boy, that's not reassuring.) At first I was furious that he was spying on me yet again, but then I realized he was in mortal danger and jumped up from the bed to wave my arms frantically in warning. "You shouldn't be here! She'll come back any second!"

His smile was too smug for my liking. "I'll know." Then he quickly turned my words against me. "You actually care? I'm touched."

Throwing my hands in the air in a show of defeat, I flopped back onto the bedspread and shoved the book aside to cross my arms in a display of my impotent wrath. "No. Blood's just hard to get out of the carpet, that's all." I was sure he would respond with some sarcastic remark or another, but something shiny caught my eye and my gasp interrupted whatever he was going to say. "Oh my–is that a dragon statue?"

He frowned and looked at the three-foot statue I was referring to, examining the way the claw curled around a glass sphere before returning his attention to me. An aloof hum was his only reply. I scurried before the figure and tentatively brushed the dragon's snout, and I whispered just loud enough so Sasuke would hear, "Forget you–this statue is beyond awesome." I was satisfied with his irritated "hn," slightly amused that he was jealous of an inanimate object. When Miki entered the room a moment later, I caught myself turning to see if the ninja had left and reasoned he most likely had since she wasn't throwing a hissy fit. After a bit of fussing over her amazing collection of figurines, we went off to the movie theatre.

I'm sure I would have enjoyed the movie if it wasn't so confusing, and if I wasn't turning my head every minute to try to catch a glimpse of the ninja I was sure was there, but it was a blast to go watch it with my friends. We drove back laughing the entire trip and were dropped off with a few jokes, and I had almost forgotten about my stalker . . . until I caught him waiting at my front door after my friends had pulled away. My back stiffened as I wondered how I could possibly have missed him–forget that it was dark and that he was a ninja, that just wasn't possible–but he didn't give me the chance.

He beckoned to my door and took one step back, giving my exasperated expression an arrogant grin in return. "Welcome back."

I scowled, unable to think of a retort that didn't include the words "your face" or something else equally immature. "You didn't stalk us to the movie theatre and back, did you?"

He raised an eyebrow and scoffed. "No–and I don't stalk." He glared when I snorted, as if I didn't have the energy to object anything.

My voice dripped with irritated sarcasm. "Oh, you just happen to be everywhere I'm at."

"Of course." His smirk returned, and he switched subjects rather smoothly. "What movie did you all see?"

"A confusing one." At his arched eyebrow, I sighed with barely contained frustration and grasped my doorknob. "Come inside and I'll tell you about it, if you're really that curious."

~Fin~


Lots of dragon-y love (and cookies!),
~DL ("Dragon Lover")