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Hi again! I cannot believe I updated twice in one day... Can you? Well, in a review for chapter six, there was a question that I received. Well, maybe not exactly a question, but something similar, pretty much wondering about the point of this fan fiction. The truth is, if I told you it would ruin it, and besides, even I don't know where I'm going with this... I;m just making it up as I go along. Anyways, thanks for reading and reviewing chapter six! I hope you enjoy chapter seven!

Hint: A good imagination will really make this chapter worth reading... I think...


The Sight beyond the Window

Chapter 7: Smile

He sat on the windowsill, wearing a loose dark blue robe that draped off his thin figure, and the thin ray of light that filtered through the drapes was destroyed immediately, as Sasuke pulled the drapes shut with a soft 'swoosh'.

He leapt off the windowsill gracefully, landing soundlessly on the floor. I was mesmerized by his appearance, and by the air in the room. Everything was foreign, even my emotions.

Sasuke approached me slowly, reminding me of how a predator would sometimes approach its prey before launching its swift assault on it, killing it painlessly.

Unfortunately, Sasuke was the predator. Furthermore, I was his prey…

Sasuke grasped my shoulders painfully tight, thrusting me against the wall.

He crashed his arms into place with a loud 'thwack' at both sides of my head, trapping me.

I let out a scream, and I could feel my throat dry out and burn with the strain of my screaming.

My head felt numb with pain that was neither sharp nor dull. It felt like the pain would drag on forever, as droplets of blood trailed their way down from my forehead and into my hair.

When I had the courage to open my eyes, his expression had drastically changed from calm and composed to livid and ferocious.

Although his facial expressions and his actions became so different, only one thing caught my complete attention.

His eyes—they were no longer the same. His previous onyx eyes had become a deep crimson red that contrasted with black comma-like shapes that circled in his eyes.

"That scent, it is outright repulsive! You smell exactly like him—that—that Hyuuga!" Sasuke shouted, pulling back his right hand to make a fist.

"Sa—Sasuke…?" I whimpered, fearing his wrath as I saw his fist draw back.

I could feel scorching tears fill my eyes, as I bit my lip to hold back my cries and whimpers. I shut my eyes tightly, seeing flashes of Neji's calming smiles, but his voice was lost within me, all I could hear was Sasuke's voice, and I tried desperately to reach out for the images I saw, only to have Sasuke grip my hand, slamming it against the wall, and twisting it violently.

The tears I had so desperately tried to hold back came forth, and fell down my cheeks and onto my shirt as I ground my teeth together. I began to fight against Sasuke, trying to release my hand from his grip by pushing against him, but failed as Sasuke's strength completely surpassed my own.

"I hate this! I hate you, everything about you! Why—why?" Sasuke shouted, shaking me back and forth by my hand.

My head repeatedly made connections with the wall, causing small droplets of blood to fly off my head.

I saw the things around me blur at an amazingly fast speed. I saw the blacks and blues merge, and Sasuke—being so close, his face stood out amongst the blur of colors, and at that precise moment, I hated him.

I wished he would disappear, completely disintegrate into thin air, to be annihilated. That was what I had wanted, but if I really had the kind of power to have done something like that now, I probably could not bring myself to present that kind of punishment.

I held the greatest amount of detestation for Sasuke, yet I also held the greatest amount of pity for him, which made me start to think that maybe—maybe I hated not only Sasuke, but also myself.

I hated Sasuke for everything he did to me, and pitied him for everything he did to me. I—I hated myself for harboring those kinds of feelings.

I felt like a monster—a demon! I felt evil, disgusted with myself, and I felt like a hypocrite too. I hated him and pitied him, I was a hypocritical demon, and those thoughts began to tear me up from the inside out and on the outside—I was being drowned in all my self-pity—being engulfed by it.

I became so caught up in my thoughts; I failed to realize that Sasuke had already stopped shaking me, and started to withdraw.

My eyes were dead looking, and Sasuke was panting in exhaustion. I saw his lips part and close as he spoke, but his words seemed to cease to exist the very second he spoke them.

I looked up at Sasuke, my eyes lifeless, my will to fight wiped out of existence, and bleeding constantly. I saw his lips twist into something I did not comprehend, and suddenly he appeared to have stopped breathing.

He released my wrist that had become raw and decrepit, letting it drop to my side heavily.

"How can you still look at me like that?" Sasuke whispered.

I stared up at him, my eyes still dead looking, and blood running slowly down my forehead, falling to the top of my eye before curving around it, making it look as if the blood had just crossed directly over my eye.

My eyes followed his movements with little effort, but never changing my expression.

I could not feel any pain, could not hear voices, nor could I feel anything.

"How can you still look at me?" Sasuke whispered again.

I did not hear him, but I could somehow sense him. I could not answer him in words, although, I did answer him. I answered through a simple gesture…

A smile…

I remembered that when Neji saw me sad, he asked me to smile for him. For that reason, I did the same for Sasuke.

A smile that held every emotion I felt. A smile that was like a thousand emotions forced together, and just like a thousand answers forced together…

It was my way of communicating with him, and maybe he knew what I meant when I smiled. Maybe he could understand my feelings, even if I could not understand his.

His feelings were mixed, and he could not express them clearly, that was all I knew. However, I wanted to be able to understand him, and always have him understand me. I wanted a connection with him that could not be seen. I wanted it all, even if it meant having to sacrifice other feelings, maybe even other people…

Although, with all the emotions I felt, and displayed, love was not one of them…

End of Chapter 7


Hey everybody, I know this was short, but I felt like that was the perfect place to end. By the way, just like in chapter six, if you review, I'll put up chapter eight sooner. This time I aim for at least 6 to 7 reviews, so keep the reviews coming and I will gladly update sooner! Chapter eight is done, just got to edit it and then I can post. If you review a lot, I might post chapter eight later tonight, or maybe tomorrow, and if I don't get a lot of reviews, I'll just start working on nine, and post eight next weekend since I don't get that many chances to use the computer on the weekdays. Well, thanks for reading!