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Chapter Ten
I sat up gasping for breath, as I wiped the remaining tears left on my cheeks. That dream was something, wasn't it Rayne. I thought as I closed my eyes, trying to calm my breathing. The song continued to play in the background, as I hit the rewind button in my mind to see bits and pieces of the dream that occurred last night. I took a deep breath in and turned off my alarm. I groggily got out of the bed, went to the closet, blindly picked out some clothes, and then headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
As I was washing my hair, I thought about the warning at the end of the dream. Beware the Uchiha. Why should I be afraid of my patient? I wondered as I lathered my hair with the shampoo.My train of thought was interrupted when I hissed in pain as soap hit the side of my forehead. I brought my hand to the side in question and gingerly touched the spot, to find three small scratches. My face scrunched up in confusion trying to recall how I received the minor injury. Maybe I scratched myself in my sleep? I thought as I looked at my nails. I shrugged and let it go as I finished bathing and got ready to go to work. I headed to the living room and glanced at the series I left on the table. I smiled and for once actually was looking forward to coming home. I went to the kitchen to grab me an apple for the road, snatched my keys and phone and headed out the door.
I was whistling as I was heading down the stairs, with a hop to my step. The good mood coming out of nowhere or it could be that I'm actually on time with time to spare, but who knows. I was about to head to the bus stop when I heard someone clear their throat. I looked over to see the culprit, to find Drake leaning against his car, with a blank face. I froze in my spot and grimaced as the previous day flooded my mind. He looks kind of pissed, haha, I thought as I headed towards his direction slowly, not looking forward to the consequences.
"Ugh, you would think this guy would give up after that, but noooo he keeps on comin' for more. He must be a masochist." I mumbled under my breath.
When I got close enough I stopped and gradually brought my gaze up to meet his. We kept up the staring contest for a good bit, well I was staring he was glaring, but ya know you get the point.
I was about to say something when he beat me to it. "You kneed me." He stated with a blank face. I continued staring at him, wondering how angry he was, I was about to voice my excuse, when he beat me again. "You kneed me in the balls. Do you not realize how precious those are to me!" Yep he's more than angry, he's pissed, but I mean he deserved it, I'm sure if women in the surrounding area heard what I did they would be applauding me. Oops he's said something, and by his face turning red, probably something important.
"I'm sorry?" I asked sheepishly. Now would ya look at that, his veins are popping up, ooh lookie one's about to pop! Crap I need to focus before he has a heart attack. I tuned in just in time for his little rant.
He glared at me and repeated what I missed. "I said," he pretty much snarled, "You could have damaged them and then w-, I mean I can't have any kids!"
Nope not important, I couldn't imagine little Drakes running amok around here. I shuddered at the thought. I let out a long sigh and said, "Look Drake, that was your own stupidity, I blatantly told you to let go or you would get hurt, but you didn't listen and so I did what I promised. That was not my fault but your own." I crossed my arms and continued staring at him. He clenched his jaws and pretty much said through gritted teeth, "I was just giving you a hug, what's the crime in that."
"The crime, Drake, is that I told you to let go and you wouldn't, plus what person in their right mind would let the person they despise hug them? Hmm?"
He didn't respond as he slowly closed his eyes and unclenched his fists. I heard him take in a shaky breath, as he rubbed his temples. No doubt trying to reel in his anger.
After a while he said, "Whatever, just get in the car."
My mouth dropped open in surprise. "What?! This should be enough proof to just let me take the bus, I me-"
"JUST GET IN THE CAR!"
I clamped my mouth shut, and went into the car. About five minutes of him taking deep breaths in and out, he stated, "A deal's a deal Rayne, I drive you to and from work, and you go on five dates with me." I was about to interrupt him and say, that no It's not a date, but he rose up his hand to stop me. I closed my mouth, because honestly his temper is terrifying.
"Which leads me to your side of the deal; tonight I'll be picking you up at seven, wear something nice."
"Today can't be Friday, I have stuff planned Drake, I can't go out tonight." I said exasperated.
I saw him clench the steering wheel, but I don't care, I really wanted to watch Naruto Dag Nabbit!
"You will have this date with me Rayne, I don't care if I have to carry you, you will go, whether you like it or not."
"First off, do not take that tone with me Drake, I'm not gonna hear it. Second, you'll end up like yesterday if you put your hands on me again, and third, I told you I have plans."
His hands tightened even more around the steering wheel, and stated, "A deal's a deal Rayne, I've told you about this date Wednesday remember?"
Well darn, he did tell me Wednesday, no matter, I still don't wanna go with him.
"Well, I didn't tell you to drive me either; I've been trying to ride the bus for the past couple of days."
"A deal's a deal Rayne."
"Bu-"
"Enough, you heard what I said, better be ready or I'll pick out the outfit for you."
I sharply turned my head to the side and glared out the window, as I clenched my jaw. I really detest this man. He's starting to act like a father more so than anything else. I can't stand that. I really have no idea what women see in him, I really can't.
After ten minutes in silence, we pulled up to the parking lot. He pulled into a parking space, put the car into park and cut the engine.
"Ra-" I threw the door open, got out, and slammed the door. I left him in the car and stalked to my office.
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Madara's P.O.V
I was watching the scene below with rapt attention, the woman doctor, what was it? It started wit believe, or possibly a T, ahh it doesn't matter. Anyway the woman doctor appears to be angry from the performance from yesterday and today if it indicates anything. It's pitiful really, how the male shows an abundance of attraction toward the woman doctor, but she wants nothing to do with him.
As the woman disappeared from view, I watched as the man threw, what toddlers is known for, a tantrum. It continued for quite a while before, he too, stalked into the building. I let out a sigh, as I shook my head. I closed my eyes as I rubbed my temples in frustration.
I've been here for a month, going on two and it is infuriating me to no end. For some unknown reason I cannot feel my chakra, it's like I have chakra cuffs on. Which I know is impossible if these idiotic pathetic excuse for humans is anything to go by. I have no unearthly idea why I cannot perform the simplest of jutsus or even activate my sharingan and each day I cannot find the answer, my anger slowly grows.
Once I've acknowledged that I wasn't going anywhere, I accepted my fate and tried to blend in. Good that did, since they locked me up in this place without leaving without signed document saying that I'm not crazy anymore.
I let out another sigh as I thought about my mistake I made in Rain. I replayed the hand signs in my mind, trying to find the error, but to my irritation, I couldn't find one.
I opened my eyes to the sound of the door opening, to find the woman doctor before me. I regarded her with lidded eyes as she observed me.
"Like what you see, sweetheart?" I asked as I smirked. Instead of the red blush I expected, she continued watching me with a guarded expression. Hmm, now that's new.
"Sasuke"
My eyes sharpened at the name, trying to recall why that name sounds vaguely familiar. My eyes then lightened in realization, as I realized that it's Itachi's otouto whom he traumatized severely.
"What about him, sweetheart?"
"Do you know him and are you related to him?"
"I do not personally know him, but I know of him and in a sense I am."
"So do you know the reason why he's an egotistical, emotionally constipated individual?" I raised my eyebrow in amusement at the words these civilians make.
"…..emotionally constipated?"
"Well yes," with that she got up and began to pace in front of me, "I don't understand what the kids problem is and why he bullies little Naruto."
Naruto, now where does that ring a bell? Ahh yes the Konoha's Jinchuriki, now I remember. Itachi's and Kisame's mission. I wonder how this civilian knows the Jinchuriki. The woman ceased her pacing and waited for an answer so I said, "He's egotistical because he's an Uchiha and he's, as you say it, emotionally constipated because his older brother killed off his clan or family in your case and left him alive. So I believe he has a hard time coping with that fact."
"So?'
I looked at her in amusement, because I haven't encountered a female, a civilian no less, who has a nonchalant attitude towards the boy's reason for being antisocial.
"So? Meaning what exactly?"
"Pardon the confusion, Mr. Uc-"
"Madara"
"Sorry?"
"I told you before sweetheart, call me Madara."
She gave me a peculiar expression before she continued, "Right, um, Madara?"
I nodded as I gave her the oh so famous Uchiha smirk.
"What does that have anything to do with it, he just needs to suck it up and move on. Crap happens, life happens, it's the way of life. I mean I do feel sorry for the kid, because of what happened but it doesn't give him the excuse to treat others around him like they are dirt under his feet. Take Naruto for example, he doesn't have any family members, he's an orphan and he gets treated awful throughout his life. Do you see him plotting a plan to avenge himself for the injustice of it all? No, he lives life to the fullest with a huge smile on his face. He treats everybody with kindness and friendliness."
"You prove a valid point sweetheart, but I don't think young Sasuke can be like the Jinc- Naruto, because he's an Uchiha, our family holds grudges like no one else."
She gave me a long look before she began pacing again.
"Naruto, he's like a ray of sunshine, whereas the Uchiha brat, No offense, is like, is like, a shadow that's it a shadow! A shadow that no one wants to be trapped in because of the depressing and paranoid nature it gives off!"
"None taken, you seem very passionate about this sweetheart, I take it you admire Naruto a great deal and not too fond of Sasuke?"
"I do admire Naruto a great deal, because I can relate to him on so many levels, but the only difference is, he is much stronger than I ever was. And of course I can't stand Sasuke, he's a bully that needs to be taken down a notch."
I observed her, as she took a seat in the chair across from me. So the woman is an orphan and could possibly be bullied by others when she was younger, what an interesting discovery. But the question remains how does she know all of this, when she didn't know who the Uchiha was not even a day ago.
"Sweetheart," I began as she wearily looked over at me, "how did you know about Sasuke and Naruto?" I saw her lick her lips and saw her hesitance to answer the question, but she did so anyway.
"I researched you Mr. U- I mean Madara and I found Naruto and Sasuke, although, I have yet to learn about you."
"You will in time sweetheart." I stated as I gave her a smirk. Of course she's not going to like what she learns if her little rant says anything. I thought as I continued to watch her.
She opened her mouth as if she was going to say something, but closed her mouth changing her mind. She shook her head in irritation, possibly arguing with herself before she came to an agreement. She then looked at me with determination, which I don't know where that came from and asked, "Fans, do they mean anything to you?"
I observed her with a guarded expression as I tossed her question around in my mind. Why would she ask that of all things?
"Yes… It's the insignia of my clan. Why do you ask?"
"I was curious because Sasuke has that on the back of the shirt he wears."
That's not the entire reason for her curiosity, but I'll let it slide this time since her obvious departure is about to take place if her glancing at the clock is any indication.
"Well, Mr. U-Madara, it seems our time is up, so I'll see you Monday or if you need anything you can have the nurses call me before then. Have a good weekend." She stated as she gave me a smile and headed out the door.
Finally, two days I can find a solution to the problem that has transpired. Afterwards, I will be able to go back to the side mission I gave myself.
My face darkened as a malicious smirk adorned my features.
"I'm coming for you, Miyako."
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Normal P.O.V
Well that didn't go as I thought it would, I thought as I sluggishly walked to the elevator. Instead of him talking about his reasoning for being there, I let out a tirade about the injustice towards Naruto. I suppose I received a small victory in getting the information that I wanted.
I hit the down button, and waited for the chime of the elevator to voice its appearance. Not even a moment later did the chime go off and the doors opened. I walked in and pushed the ground floor. I began humming the tune in the elevator as I waited for the elevator to reach my destination. As soon as it stopped and opened, I got off and headed to my office. Once there I sat down and wrote my report on the patient. Once I finished I put the report in my bottom drawer. I then got up and stretched. Afterwards, I grabbed my keys and phone and headed out the door. I locked my office up once I was out and headed to the exit.
Once I was outside, I noticed the absence of the douchebag in the area, which was a plus for me. Decision made, I began to walk to my apartment. After I reached my destination, I threw my keys and phone in the bowl that was close to the door. I glanced at the time and noticed I had about three hours before I had to get dressed for the torture that I have to endure. And what better way to make those three hours fly by? You guessed it! NARUTO!
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About three hours and six episodes later, my recent discovery is still intact. I stood up and stretched and headed towards my closet. I usually don't do what people tell me, because I have a problem with people trying to tell me what to do, but I'd rather just get this over with. Oh look the dress I wore at a funeral, perfect. I headed to the bathroom, changed, brushed my hair, and headed back to the bedroom to put on some heels. As I put on the last heel, I heard a knock on the door. I glanced at the time, to realize that he was on time. What a perfect gentleman, I thought sarcastically.
I let out a sigh as I rolled my eyes upward. Let's get this over with, I thought as I headed toward the door.
I opened the door to reveal Drake, all spiffed up for our "date". He wore a pair of dark, almost black, pair of jeans, coupled with a grey and light blue button-up polo shirt to show off his masculinity (and no doubt trying to impress me). He tousled his hair to give it the 'I-just-got-out-of-bed look'. Wonderful he looks sexy, if I have any luck; there would be a woman that would sweep him off his feet and out of my hair.
"You look beautiful." Or maybe not.
"Thanks," I mumbled as I stepped out of my apartment and locked the door. We headed towards his car in silence both lost in our own thoughts, mine in the world of Naruto and his, I really don't wanna know.
Before I even had the chance to open the door, he rushed in before I could do anything and opened it for me.
"M'lady," he said as he bowed. I rolled my eyes as I muttered thanks as I sat in the car. Just a dinner and probably a walk or something and then I'm done, Just a dinner and probably a walk or something and then I'm done, Just a dinner and probably a walk or something and then I'm done, was the mantra in my head as I watched the douchebag come around the vehicle and sat in the driver seat. He sent me, a supposedly sexy, smirk and started the car.
I let out a sigh and watched the buildings pass us by. In the window, I noticed how every so often, he glanced in my direction. I wonder what it is this time, I thought.
"So why didn't you wait for me this evening so I could take you home? A lady like you shouldn't walk by herself; there could be dangerous men about." And there it is, Ithought as my eyebrow twitched.
"I do believe that I showed you I can take care of myself, if your previous injury from yours truly was any indication. And I didn't think I had to wait on you, if I can walk, I'll do it, besides I need the exercise and fresh air."
"Well then, I'll get you a gym membership where I go, so you can exercise to your heart's content and I'll take you for a walk, so you can have your fresh air." He smirked in my direction.
He still doesn't get it, definitely a masochist, I thought as my eyebrow twitched again. I just left it at that and continued to look out the window. About ten minutes later, we arrived to foreign restaurant, I couldn't even pronounce.
I was about to open the door when we parked, but couldn't because it was locked. Every time I tried to unlock it, it would lock again. I looked over at Drake in exasperation to see him wiggle his finger in a tsk tsk motion and that's when my irritation grew a little bit more. He came over to the door and opened it for me. I got out of the car as I heard him say, "You should get used to this Rayne, I take care of my women." I twitched some more as I was about to head to the restaurant but was refrained, wondering what was wrong I looked back to see Drake giving me a shake of his head and a knowing smile. He lowered his hand down to mine and interlaced our fingers together. I tried to recapture my hand, but when I tried his grip tightened a little bit. Once I realized it was futile, my mantra began playing in my head again.
We headed to the restaurant together (oh how I loathed that) and waited in line. I noticed all the women giving Drake flirtatious glances, hoping he would notice and to my disappointment, he doesn't, instead he moves behind me hugs me from behind and puts his chin on my shoulder. I stiffen immediately and I try to get away and like before his grip tightened. Wondering why he did that, as my mantra kept playing a little bit louder as I looked around. That's when I noticed a man around my age looking me up and down. Now I undertand the possessive gesture, I thought as I tried again to get away from his grip, but was fruitless. I let out a long sigh as the line started moving. His hold on me didn't waver until we reached the front, and his hold didn't leave completely, he just went back to holding my hand again. I twitched some more.
"Name?"
"Thrash," he said as he gave the host a smirk.
"Very good, this way Mr. and Mrs. Thrash." I twitched a total of three times, whereas Drake smirked even more.
He led us to a booth in the corner against the window. Drake sat on one side and I sat on the other letting go of his hand immediately. I haven't been this excited to sit down in my life!
"You can order whatever you want, Mrs. Thrash," he stated as he smirked in my direction. I heard some awws in the background as I slowly raised my head, so my twitch couldn't be seen. I gave him the look. I'm pretty sure that every woman has it in their arsenal. He just smirked more towards my way.
I then dropped my gaze to the menu and noticed that it wasn't in English, wonderful.
The waitress stopped by and told us her name halfheartedly. I started to look up in bafflement, wondering why the waitress sounds like that when Drake's their and then I heard the little gasp. Whoop, there it is, I thought as I watch her pretty much drool all over him.
"So have you decided what you wanted babe?" I overlooked that as I watched the young woman turn a one-eighty as her lovesick expression turned into envious hatred towards my direction. Wow, bi-polar much?
"Babe?" Kill me now, I thought as I glared at him.
"I don't know how to read it, I don't know the language." He smiled at that and said, "Its ok I know what you like, I can order for you." He then looked down.
Overlooking the stalker like sentence (which was hard mind you) I turned to the waitress who was still giving me that look. I glanced at Drake making sure he wasn't paying attention and once I was clear, I quickly looked back and mouthed, "You can have him. I don't want him; he's all yours if you can get him out of my hair."
Her look then transformed into vexation as she blinked at me. Then brought her gaze towards Drake. I bet I can already know what she's thinking. Is this woman high? What is wrong with her? He's gorgeous and rich! She then brought her gaze back me and I mouthed, "I'm serious."
I quickly brought my gaze down to my fingernails once I heard Drake began ordering. Once it was finished, the waitress gave me a look of perplexity before she left. Great, my hope and dreams gone with that of the waitress.
About two minutes later, the waitress returned with our beverages. And she is still giving me the look of befuddlement.
I let out a sigh as I looked out the window and thought about Naruto. It was disturbed as I felt Drake slightly caress my arm. I stiffened at the contact and removed my arm from the table and put it on my lap. Not disheartened in the least, he gave me the strong look he gave me the other day. I gave him a blank stare and was about to look out the window before his voice stopped me.
"Did you know I've wanted you since you walked through the hospital doors?"
Still giving him the blank stare, I said, "No."
"Well I have, and now you've made me the happiest man on earth by going out with me tonight."
As I heard the same group of women going aww, I wonder to myself if they have a life or not. Well I'm about to pop their bubble and his now.
"You do realize that I'm only holding up my part of the deal Drake, this means absolutely nothing, I hope you recognize that." I stated loudly as I glared at him and received some form of satisfaction as the background was silent.
Not missing a beat, he said, "That may be the case sweetheart, but hopefully by the third date you'll come to care for me as I care for you. Then by then, you won't consider them as 'holding your part of the deal'".
"I doubt that."
"We'll see," he stated with a knowing smile as he brought his drink to his lips.
The rest of the meal went uneventful, I got used to the looks or better yet I ignored him altogether and kept myself as far as possible from him (he kept trying to play footsie. What are we, children?). He paid and we headed to the car. He opened the door for me and then got in himself. I kept my hands out of reach, I learned my lesson.
Once he parked, I tried to get out as fast as possible but was unsuccessful when I heard the door lock and him getting out of the vehicle. If he thinks he's going to get a 'good-night's kiss' he's got another thing coming, I thought as he opened my door for the last time that night. I got out of the vehicle and headed towards my apartment. I crossed my arms hoping he would get the point but was dejected when he put his arm around my waist. I tried to walk a little bit faster to get this over with, but he just tightened his grip on me.
After long torturous minutes to my apartment, I hurriedly tried to get my keys to open the door. I stiffened considerably when he lightly grazed the side of my neck when he moved my hair out of the way. He was saying spouts of nonsense about the date but all I could think about was trying to escape as fast as possible.
I got the door unlocked just in time as he was leaning down to try to give me that awful kiss. I darted inside, said good night, and then slammed the door. I heard a muffled good night and then he was gone.
I didn't think that was ever going to end! I thought as I shuddered each time I thought about all the times he touched me. Time to take a shower with double the soap, I thought as I headed to that much needed shower. Afterwards I got dressed and went to sleep peacefully.
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A/N: Woooo eight pages, reached the double digits and an update in the same month! So I don't know if I wrote Madara correctly so if ya'll wouldn't mind can ya let me know? Would be much appreciated, plus any critism would also much appreciated! :D