(A/N: Sorry you guise it been so long, i have a lot of projects due soon :[ so when i get home, Im either tired or doing work *sigh* senior year in high schools are no walk in the park, but please enjoy. DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY NARUTO CHARACTERS.)
I couldn't believe it, I am actually at Sasuke's house. Finally grasping the concept of it, I lift myself up from the cold wood floor. First thing I saw was my self. Blonde hair standing in every direction, crewneck glittered with twigs and stains of grass, face flushed with red, and dirt clung to my arms and neck. I didn't even want to know how I smelled. 'God, how did Sasuke tolerate this?'. I thought. Looking around the bathroom, it wasn't a shocker how fancy it looked. The light sparked everywhere, from the shiny marble sink to the cushion toilet. I glared, I didn't know what I was glaring for but it seemed to be pointed to the see-through shower. It made me sick to wonder how many girls have been in here with him. 'Disgusting' I thought. Walking to the door to lock it, I Stripped off my clothes I turned on the shower and slide in quietly closing the glass door behind me. The hot water did wonders for my tired muscles. I could see the dirt wash off my body into the drain. As my face was in side the rainfall of steaming water, I reached to get the soap, only for my hands to knock something over. In its absence. I pushed my hair back to my head and reached down to pick up a pink curvy bottle. 'sweet plum body wash & shampoo. 2 in 1 ' it read. Why would Sasuke have sweet plum shampoo and body wash in his shower? Suddenly, memories of the playground surfaced. "Strawberry, It suites you.". Even though I was under the hot water a chill still ran down my body, how did he know what type of shampoo I used? I huffed, this was just dandy, when I decide to switch up my suds I almost died. Lesson learned: never change-up your body wash and shampoo. After I washed my hair and my body more times than I can count, I decided to get out after seeing signs of prune hands. Turning the knobs off, I grabbed a fluffy black towel of the rack and wrapped it around my hair and a red one for my body. After drying off , I walked over to where I dropped the clothes Sasuke gave me. I lifted them up and analyzed them. I could feel the blood go to my head. How dare he give me a lingerie set, pink lace ones at that. I threw them on the counter as if my hands have been burned by a dragon. I bet my left arm that those have been worn. "I can't wear those 'things'" I said to myself. I looked back at the pile of dirty clothes, only to scrunch my lips at it. Those were defiantly out he question. After putting my dirty clothes in the hamper, I took a moment to ponder if I should risk it. I took in a determined breathe and unlocked the door, slowly creeping it open to see if the coast was clear; and it was. Swiftly, I closed the door to Sasuke's room and locked it and made my way to the dresser. Briefs were stocked into the tight rectangles. " I can't believe I'm doing this shit." I said grabbing a pair of black boxer briefs. I slide them under my towel. Making my way to his closet, I opened it to find it listed with nice pressed shirts and jeans that were hanged up nicely and coded into different sections. I randomly Picked out a dark long sleeve blue button down shirt, and I stripped quickly of my towel and placed it over my body. Cold cloth pressed against my bud, sending a sharp reminder that I didn't have a bra one. Abruptly, the handle of the door started to move. Sasuke's voice boomed behind the door." It seems that you don't have the sense to come down the stairs for dinner ". I closed my eyes " Fuck my life." I whispered. I hurried and took the towel off my damp hair, feeling the coldness latch unto to the shirt. I opened the door to see a suspicious Uchiha. He looked me up and down, I could feel every slide of his glaze burn up my body. Suddenly, I felt so self-conscious. " Your hairs wet." he stated finally. " It takes to long to dry so.." I spoke. He cleared his throat, " Well come down already, I ordered take out." he said walking away. I glared at his back, trying to pull down the shirt. Sadly, it only went to my mid-thigh, and the boxers only slightly trimming the ends of it. I sighed, oh well. Walking down the stairs I saw him laid back on the couch, flipping through Netflix movies. " You watch movies?" I asked, looking into the food bag. He snorted, "No, I just pay my Netflix bill every month just to have it.". I wiggled my nose; Miso soup. " Do you have food in the fridge?" I asked, still looking at the miso in disgust. " I really don't know, Sakura comes and stock everything.". He said causally. I turned to enter kitchen quickly scanning the fridge and pulling out materials. " So you and her date?" I asked. " No, she just bugs me a lot to help around the house." "So she doesn't stay over?" I questioned, slicing a piece of fish. " You sure ask a lot of questions." he chimed from the living room. But he was right, I do ask a lot of questions but I mean he didn't seem to be a person who would do this, just last week he and the waffle house clique was cutting my throat about how I stole their parking spot, which I still get hell about seeing I kind of made it mine. "So you're not going to eat this miso?" he asked shortly. " No, I don't like miso. It's not something you should eat all the time." I claimed. " Well I am." he stated. I rolled my eyes. Fine, more food for me. Not like I was going to make him some anyways. Soon, I began chopping veggies and tossing them into the pot, slicing the fish in halfs and seasoning it, along with a lot more multitasking. After the longer dishes were done, I decided to turn to the radio on a R&B station so I could dance. Having fun while your cooking makes things even more enjoyable. As " Tonight" by John Legend flew through the speakers, I began swaying my hips to the beat while taking out a few tomatoes, putting them with the veggies. A cough ranged over the beat, I swiftly turned around to find Sasuke leaning against the door, looking at me with an amused glint. I turned away with a red face. " Something smells good." he said. I could hear his footsteps getting closer. I nodded in approval, busying myself with the setting of the grilled fish on the blue glass platter. I could see him look at the plates and then walking away. " Wait!" I yelled to him. He stopped and looked at me. I opened my mouth but couldn't verbalized my thoughts. What was I suppose to say? I wanted his company now?. I sighed and looked away scratching lightly at my nose. "Sit down in the dinning room and ill um, bring the food in there." I said softly. He just blinked and walked up to me, grabbing the platter of the grilled fish and turning around. " Ill help." he said. I couldn't help but smile, I'm not sure why but I was happy. After we set the table and laid all the food and drinks onto the table, we sat down. " you made a lot in such short time." he said, his eyes roaming. Laid out on the table in a neat fashion was Nikujaga, Yakizakana, and rice along with pickled plum with sides of sautéed cherry red tomatoes. I waited for him to take the first bite, slightly chewing on my bottom lip. After he took another bite, I relaxed and began eating myself quietly indulging myself in the surprisingly comfortable silence until I felt unmovable eyes on my forehead. "Gimmie your tomatoes" his deep voiced singed. I looked up to him, while his eyes seemed to look from me to my plate of just tomatoes. I didn't question it, and held my plate out to him to take. Before I knew it, they were gone and in his mouth. He stood up without another word. " you can leave the dishes right there, the maid would get it in the morning, and the room you can sleep In is the first door on the right." he explained. And without another sound, he left out the room to god knows where. I could feel a headache coming on; He didn't even say thank you. I huffed, he is such a Jerk. " I should've never fed him" I mumbled as I started to make my way to clean the dishes. By the time I got in the room, It was about 10:34pm. I didn't really look for Sasuke, I didn't think he wanted to be bothered and plus I felt a bit tired, after a good shower and meal, who wouldn't?. The room was a rusty-red color, with white fluffy bed sheets and comforter and instantly feel asleep.
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I wasn't sure what time it was, or what was going on but I heard noises. Opening my eyes a bit I looked around; still at Sasuke's house, so what was that noise?, the only thing I could hear was the rain outside stomping down unto the roof and sliding down the window. Than it banged again, along with some type of screaming sound. I got up instantly, walking out my room down the hall towards the horrifying sound; It was defiantly yelling. And not the weird kind you would hear at night. This one was terrorizing, sounded like someone was in pain, I quickened my pace, feet swiftly meeting the cold flooring. It started to get louder as I approached Sasuke's room. It was coming from Sasuke's room. My heart was pounding, what was going on in there?. Suddenly the yelling started again, " Onii-chan, Kaa-chan,… Otousan.! don't leave me here by myself!". I wasted no more time and opened the door slowly, freezing in my way; Sasuke was spaced out on the bed, cover spilled all around him, his raven head tossing and turning. Was this really Sasuke? I thought. I walked up to him slowly grabbing a grip of his frantic arm. " Sasuke! Sasuke!, wake up!" I said sternly. Abruptly, I felt a solid clutched hand over my wrist. I sucked in a breath when my eyes met what looked like red ones? But before I could decipher if it was real, it vanished. I just continued to look at him, He was now sitting up, arm propped on his knees. All that could be heard was the rain water and the hard breathing of the boy in front of me. He let go of my wrist and looked to the door from where I entered. " You were having a bad dream." I spoke, slightly rubbing the red marks on my abused wrist. I t was quite for a while. " Sas-" " Get. Out." he interrupted with a horse voice. He didn't even toss me a look. His hair was stamped to his face from what I perceived as sweat. "But-" "I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT!. NOW!" he yelled with such coldness and hatred, I jumped. A slight taken back, I could still see his form shaking a bit, most likely still started from the nightmare. I was worried, ive never seen this side of him before, this…this… vulnerability. Instead of taking his warning, I walked around to the other side of the bed, his eyes burning on me. Getting the covers, I slid in and laid down. " It's okay Sasuke, I'm here." I whispered softly looking at from the pillow. His head turned towards me, and what I saw in his eyes made me want to cry; Loneliness and fear. Without a second thought I scooted forward and pulled him down unto his pillow slowly, never loosing eye contact. The palms of my hands still etched on is cheeks. Words didn't need to be spilled from our tongues, for our eyes did it for us. 'Don't leave me alone tonight.'. I just continued to glaze at him, his eyes softening every second till they closed. After a few minutes, I just closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his waist, Listening to his even breathing and slowly loosing consciousness. ' I wouldn't dream of it.'.
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