Hey everyone. I was happy with the positive reviews. I'm soooo close to letting everyone know exactly what is going on! Some of the guesses are really good ones but unfortunately I've never thought of them o.o wish I had though. Anywho! Get what you get and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ENJOY.
"Kakashi!" I throw myself at the man who stood in the kitchen. He wasn't nearly as surprised as Sakura was to see me. "I thought I would never say this, but I miss you! And home room! And cafeteria food." I pull myself away from him, my mouth rambling in excitement of his presence. "In fact, I miss cafeteria food the most. People around he know how to cook worth shit."
"Well blondie, you should have thought of that before deciding to run off. I am your on-call teacher and Sakura is to be your tutor and," The happiness in his voice should have warned me of the danger lurking five seconds ahead. "Those are your textbooks."
"Awwww! Nooo! You're gonna make my poor brain explode!" I eye the books on the table, wishing they would burst to flames.
"Good! I wish my brain would explode after what I was just scarred with!" Sakura growled.
"I didn't do anything! You should have knocked on the door anyways. Rude much?"
She gave a harsh laugh and said, "Just as I thought you dropped off the face of the Earth, I am doomed to be your tutor!"
"Just means we'll have a lot of alone time." I grinned, completely prepared for the fist she dropped over my head.
"Now you're taking all the sexy boys too. I'm gonna die alone at this rate." She huffed, arms crossed over her stomach. Her pout was too cute and it still confuses me to why she rejects me. Sasuke doesn't seem to think I'm repulsive. Hell, I was actually considering saying yes to Hinata on the prom offer. So there are two good looking people. Maybe because of my persistence, she doesn't want me because I come off desperate, but I keep asking just because I don't like rejection.
Either way, I answered her whining drama, "Maybe you should just die now while you have two really good friends with you. That way you'll die in presence of others."
~Sasuke
My emotions are so riled. How could I throw myself at him like that? I was going to hit him for burrowing his way into the depths of my mind. I was going to knock him around a little for his very absence refusing to leave me alone while I tried to study. Is it too much that I asked for a couple hours alone to be able to focus on something other than him? Because of him, what could have been a perfect paper will be a 95. Not good enough on my standards.
Even now, as I finish my online government test, I don't understand how he got so deep to me. I was going to hurt him, not make-out with him. Unlike Suigetsu, I prided on myself for not being sexual or lustful towards anyone. The only person I needed was myself. Now, it's impossible to keep my mind off of Naruto, no less my hands! If no one was around to judge or make me stop, I would yank Naruto's hair and make him beg for more. I would make him regret ever meeting me and regret not meeting me sooner both at the same time. How I want to twist him as I am.
Even the first day that I held him against his will, he was too touchable. I wanted him. This want is growing too quickly and it's getting to the degree that I am not sure who I am or was or what needs to be thought or discarded from mind. What is crazy, what is ambition? He has screwed me over in so many ways. Even right now, I am experiencing an emotion that I thought had died with my family.
The way he shoved me aside for a pink haired girl, it had me grinding my teeth in jealous anger. No one makes me jealous.
I stare at the test before me for a moment longer before clicking submit. All I have to say is Itachi better be quick in showing up or Naruto will not have much longer.
The thought of spilling his blood excites me. A forbidden feeling of lust trickles through my veins as I think of slicing that scarless skin of his. I could write sweet words across his arms in his own blood, listening to his sexy pleas. He will scream, yes. His scream would be heaven on my ears, but I won't let him leave quickly. He will scream and beg and cry until all that is left of his voice is a hoarse whisper begging for mercy.
I could kiss the tears from his temple, kiss his dampened cheeks, give him that false hope and promise that I'm done and won't hurt him anymore. Oh, but I will. I will hurt him until his sheer will threatens to take his own life. His last breath will be his confession and how I will enjoy it. My life will be a step closer to fulfillment once those words are spoken, "I begged my parents to have them killed."
~Naruto
I can't describe how I felt being able to see Kakashi and Sakura again. I've missed them so much; I was happy even if the only reason they showed up was to drop off my books and to teach me how to use the online classroom. Once they leave, I have nothing but their phone numbers for safety as realization of Sasuke's rage falls as dead weight on me.
How did I let myself be so careless? He's probably planning every second of my death now, which I am sure would be slow and painful. Old habits just hit me so quickly. Trailing after Sakura like a lost puppy was too easy when she is so beautiful, Sasuke has to understand that. Then again, he might know himself better than I give him credit for. Unlike me, he probably knows exactly what he finds attractive. If a person is attractive, then they're attractive okay!?
I have never had options, so I don't know what it's like to pick. The only person I have actually gone on a date with was Hinata. That proved to be a horrid idea considering Kiba didn't tell me of his secret crush on her.
In the end, I decide to take the inevitable head on. Why wait? What's coming will continue to come no matter what. So I do as I'm expected and head up the stairs back to Sasuke's room. The door is open, which is scary considering that is an open invitation to walk right in. He was lying on his bed, arms behind his head and knees arched to the air. Not a word from the either of us as I take my bed.
It seems like nothing is spoken but everything is implied. And I feel bad. I know this is my entire fault. If I could control myself better, I wouldn't be getting in these situations where he feels the want to be angry or to hurt me. To make it worse, he puts what I think to words.
"So you were just practicing?" Sasuke asked with a hollow laugh.
"I was shocked and didn't know what to say." His position didn't change, but I fiddled with the hem of my shirt.
"I'd feel better if you asked her to join rather than to insult me."
"I didn't insult you-"
"I was going to hurt you and instead showed my feelings." He hissed, sitting up quickly in bed. "How do you think that makes me feel?"
"Pretty damned good I guess considering you haven't felt much lately." If he was going to hurt me, then why didn't he? Why doesn't he? He should get up right now and just hit me with all his might.
~Sasuke
I was quick to stand up and to attack. My fist landed right on his eye before he had the chance to understand what had just happened. When he fisted his hands, I knew the fight was on. I deadened my weight as he jumped at me and used that opportunity to wrestle him to the ground. He yelled and kicked, not very decent with fighting skills, though he is persistent.
"What? That all you got!?" He held his arm up in front of his face to keep my fist from connecting with his face again. I could feel his fearful tremor as I tried to find a weak spot on him. Naruto manage to pull away and was quick to dart for the opened door. Right outside the hall, I jumped him, slamming him to the floor. A fistful of his hair felt like heaven between my fingers as I slammed his face to the ground.
Yet he wouldn't give up. He kept shit talking and kicking. He continued to fight back and tried to get away. The more he tried to get away, the angry and rougher I was with him. His fist swiped my cheek, but no pain registered as I tried my damnedest to keep this fight in my favor.
"You only hate me because my parents paid your brother off to kill your family!" He shouted, instantly freezing our fight. Karin and Juugo were coming down the hall, calling their worries to us both. Neither of them were important.
"I hate you because you are a worthless nuisance on society-"
"Well I'm glad he did! You know what?" Naruto shoved his jacket off and started pulling the shirt over his head. "Take the damned recorder, find out where your brother is, and let him kill you too because I'm sick of dealing with this shit. Don't even lie and say you didn't bug me, because I know you did." He got to his feet and started for the stairs.
His foot didn't even touch the first step before I had jumped up and slammed my knee to his back. His tumble down the stairs was wonderful. The short cry that left him as the air was slammed from his lungs made lust boil through me. I wanted to hear that sound over and over again. Then, as he sucked his breath in and curled his body to a ball, he started doing to most beautiful thing.
Crying.
"Touch him and I swear I'll do ten times worse to each of you." I hissed to Karin and Juugo. "Pass it to Sui." I took his jacket and shirts from the ground, too happy to have a reason to seclude myself to my room.
Either he will obey me or he will regret living, starting tomorrow.
~Naruto
It's three in the morning. I can't sleep. I'm in pain and this house is too quiet. I keep repeating today's events through my head. It seems like each day gets longer and longer and there is nothing I can do about it but lose my sanity to the day. The longer I am awake, the more open I am for Sasuke's abuse.
And it is three in the morning. I have all of the lights on downstairs and I have been staying in the kitchen. Three in the morning and I just can't stop thinking about all those scary movies where three is the hour of the night that is most dreaded. Ghosts, demons, lord kill me if there are zombies too. All the lights make me feel slightly safer, but it still doesn't help to the degree that I wished.
When I look in the mirror or my reflection in the windows or glossy surfaces, I keep expecting to see a figure behind me. When I turn the corner or open a door, I expect a bloody murderous clown. I just can keep the thought of ghostly fingers wrapping around my ankles away and I keep imagining that I smell the gas stove turned on. What's worse is the stove is electric.
I try to keep myself calm, my heart pound erratically as I nurse my wrist with a plastic bag of ice. My wrist has been purple for several hours now, but all I can do is hope that it's not broken from landing on it. If I have to go to the doctor, it will only piss Sasuke off further and raise questions whenever I come in three weeks early to have the cast removed.
Three in the morning and the ceiling creeks above me as if someone's walking. Please let it be Suigetsu getting up for a late night piss. I don't need to have a broken wrist and to be possessed. I hold my breath as it steps continuously to the stairs and through the house. I hiss as I press the bag too tightly to my wrist, and hate how I gave out my position in the house. One by one, the lights turned out from the stairs down the hall, the bathroom, the livingroom, all the way until a figure stood in the doorway and I swore I was going to pass out.
Then Sasuke stepped in. He had sleep tossed hair and only pajama pants on. He stumbled towards me and I think I was more fearful of him than I would have been of any kind of monster. He softly stroked the bangs from my eyes and caressed my cheek before cupping my face in both hands. And his lips were soft to mine.
And just like that, I forgive him. What a twisted relationship we have. Just like a woman getting beaten by her spouse for twenty year, I am so easily drawn back to him. She would be too scared to leave her man, just as I am too scared to leave Sasuke.
"What do you want?" I wanted to be mean and harsh, but my words fell out twisted in relief and exhaustion.
"I had a bad dream." He slowly dropped to his knees and placed his head to my lap.
"What was it about?" I asked, forgetting of my pain to stroke his beautiful silky black hair. He never did answer.
"Do you need to go to the hospital?" He asked.
