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Chapter Seven
Funny how a door can be slightly intimidating, the fact that the door made of oak with a golden knob could strike some kind of fear into human beings is somewhat frightening and little unnerving. Many would question those people about their sanity, because what person in their right mind would be afraid of a door, they would think that ludicrous. It is an inanimate object that could do no harm. But what those oblivious fools doesn't know is that although it cannot do physical harm, it can do emotional and psychological harm. For instance, let's take a striving musician; they are standing in a room opposite of a producer. There is a door, standing in their way. That door is the only obstacle that could lead them to their future, their dream. This door could either make them or break them. It could be the start of a bright future or it could be the start of self-destruction. Scary isn't it?
I can relate as I stared at the nice wooden door in front of me. This spout of terror came to me as I strolled to Mr. Uchiha's room. For unknown reasons, fear took root into my being and stayed for a few seconds as I stood in front of the door. I questioned my well-being because; frankly I have not experienced that much fear since my years in high school. Granted there were times when I felt a little intimidated but nothing like this. This fear came out of the blue, logically I thought it was because I had a new patient, (fear of not being able to help) but I chunked that out of my head almost immediately. Then I tried to plant the intimidation on the fact that Mr. Uchiha is unnaturally beautiful, but I threw that notion out almost as fast as the first. Because let's face it I've been in the presence of Drake and I won't deny that he is beautiful in his own way. So for the life of me I could not place where it came from. But as soon as it came, it left. The feeling was a little foreboding, to be completely honest. There was no reason to be afraid of a patient, he seems harmless, a definite flirt, but harmless none the less. But then why would I subconsciously being afraid?
Huh? Something to look into, I suppose, I thought as I shrugged my shoulders. I started to put my hand on the doorknob, but hesitated as my hand hovered above it warily. Oh get a hold of yourself already! Geez! I thought as I rolled my eyes and put my hand on it to open the door.
I walked in to see looking out the window while crossing his arms. The sight of him took my breath away. His form is nothing short of being desirable as the sun hits his dark hair making it look almost blue in the light while it cascades down his back. His beautiful onyx eyes that anyone could get lost in, staring out the window with a faraway look. His form is that of a warrior, if his stance is in any indication. And we all know that women loves warriors count me as one of them. The scars aligning his arms were another giveaway, granted there were few, but there nonetheless. The muscle that is proof to the warrior theory showing through his…Wait is he wearing a dress?!
That realization shook me out of fantasies of the patient as I took in his attire. The clothing he was wearing looked between a mix of a dress and a bathrobe. Dress because of the silk no doubt that cost a pretty penny and bathrobe because there seemed to be some type of cloth wrapped around his waist, something that would be in need of a bathrobe to keep it closed. Huh well isn't he an odd one.
During my little observation on his outfit, I never noticed him turning around and leaned against the wall, watching me.
"It's called a yukata."
I looked up sharply to see him watching me… how embarrassing. I felt my cheeks grow warm as I stammered out a response, " p-pardon"
"Yukata, It's what I'm wearing." He stated as he put his hands in his sleeves.
Curiosity heightened, I asked what they were.
"They are clothing worn by men and women in Japan during the seasons of spring or summer."
"Does everyone wear those?" I asked as I took a seat near the door.
In response he smirked, "Probably not in the Japan you know of, but where I'm from they tend to wear them if they are a civilian."
"Then how about the ninjas?"
"Oh they wear them, but on certain occasions. Majority of the time, ninjas are training or on missions, so there is no need in wearing yukatas. Ninjas wear whatever is practical on the battlefield."
"What's the difference between civilians and ninjas?" I asked intrigued.
With the smirk still in place, he answered, "Ninjas tend to have bigger chakra reserves than civilians."
"Couldn't civilians become ninjas?"
"Of course, but it would be extremely difficult because of their small reserves."
"Couldn't they grow their reserves somehow?"
"Of course."
"How does one know if they have big chakra reserves or not?"
He looked at me as he contemplated my question. He then looked out the window trying to find the right answer I suppose.
"Clans." He answered while still looking out the window.
"Clans?" I asked
"Yes clans," he said as he brought his dark gaze back on me.
"I'm sorry but what are clans?"
"Clans are large families made to be ninjas because of the large reserves. Many families have certain traits to distinguish what clan they are from. For instance my clan has black hair and dark eyes, always. Our element is mainly fire, but there are some that also have a second affinity like lightening. My clan also has a doujutsu called sharingan."
"What is a doujutsu and what is sharingan?" I asked as he stood there gazing at me. He continued watching me as I waited patiently for the answer. His continuous gaze has me fidgeting in my chair. Because let's face it, if a beautiful man was staring you down, wouldn't you be fidgeting? Darn straight you would!
He finally averted his eyes; let a sigh out while he rubbed his eyes with his fingers. "Doujutsu are rare and are only known in the clans of the Uchiha and the Hyuuga." My eyes hardened as I noticed that he was keeping something from me. "And sharigan is something that can be activated in my clan."
I soaked up the information he gave me as I looked him over, and no not like that you perverts, I'm talking about professional, only professional. I realized that his demeanor has changed since yesterday. I don't know if that should be a cause of concern, but I'll see about that tomorrow. I better report this to Mr. Reynolds. I thought as I stood up. I looked over at the clock on the wall and noticed it was almost lunch time.
"Our session is up Mr. Uchiha, but I will be available tomorrow if you're willing to talk some more. Have a good day." I said as I headed towards the door. That went well, no flirtatious remarks, I didn't embarrass myself. All in all it was it was a good session. I thought happily as I put my hand on the doorknob, but I froze as I heard what came out of his mouth soon after.
"Oh and sweetheart, I know I'm beautiful, but didn't anyone ever tell you that staring is rude. Plus you better wipe the drool from the side of your mouth, it's a little distracting."
My face was on fire as I made an unattractive eep as I just about high tailed it out of the room in embarrassment.
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