Author's Note: This chapter is much longer (almost twice as long) as the usual chapter. I guess I owe it to everyone for the long wait.

Enjoy!

THE ULTIMATE UKE SYNDROME

by rosesareblue

Chapter Fourteen

Naruto pushed his lips against the redhead's lips, desperately. Gaara wasn't kissing him back! He wasn't responding to the blonde's kisses… Naruto's heart pounded with panic as he kissed the stoic boy harder. Gaara wouldn't budge – almost indifferent to the fact Naruto's lips were on him.

Naruto felt tears swelling behind his closed eyes as he hugged Gaara closer.

Kiss me back. Please. Kiss me back!

A single tear escaped and traveled down the curve of the blonde's cheek.

Why aren't you kissing me back? Why aren't you kissing me back?

The tear traced Naruto's upper lip and brushed against Gaara's.

Why don't you move? Why don't you reply, damnit?

………

And finally, finally – just when Naruto thought he'd die from the frustration – Gaara kissed Naruto back.

Relief exploded through Naruto's body along with the power of Gaara's kiss. Naruto eagerly accepted the redhead's lips. The blonde struggled, now almost wrestling against the other, in a lip lock. But the force of Gaara's sudden kisses suppressed Naruto's in the end and the blonde found himself groaning lustily into the redhead's mouth as the bigger boy's tongue pushed into his own.

"Unnnn…" Naruto murmured, his chest burning as Gaara's tongue tangled roughly with his.

Locked in his kiss, everything was so goddamn hot – everything was so goddamn bright – !

"Aaahhh…aht!"

Gaara's hand went up Naruto's t-shirt, brushing forcefully against the blonde's hot skin. Naruto jerked at the cool sensation of the redhead's hand as a long, nimble fingers traced Naruto's left nipple. One touch of Gaara's fingertips against the sensitive spot was enough to banish all coherent thought from Naruto's dizzy mind and the blonde almost purred from pleasure.

At the sound, Gaara released the blonde from their kiss to grin.

Naruto shakily grinned back at the redhead – not knowing why the other boy was smiling – but glad to be the recepient of such a goddamn sexy smile. Then Naruto frowned as another thought popped into his head. Wait, was this a 'kissing was okay but let's stop now' smile or maybe – hopefully – an 'I have something else planned' smile? Gah! Naruto was wondering if he should ask when Gaara answered the pregnant question by deftly pulling Naruto's shirt over the dobe's head.

Ah… It was a 'I'm going to take off your shirt' smile… Naruto thought stupidly.

Now, Gaara's lips were on his again, crushing his lips with his own. He was supporting the blonde's back with his hand, pushing him closer. Naruto wrapped his arms around Gaara's head. In his empty mind, all he wanted was the feeling of the redhead's lips on his own – a single blind desire to touch. As he concentrated on pushing his lips as hard as he could against Gaara's, he barely felt sweat slide down his own temple.

Naruto felt Gaara's tongue slide into his mouth and brush his teeth. The blonde tried to pull the bigger boy even closer to him, wishing that the his slightly damp shirt didn't cover the silkiness of his skin. Gaara's tongue filled Naruto's mouth and tangled with the blonde's own, the redhead's lips were excruciating against the smaller boy's but Naruto wanted to suffocate - to smother - in this pain. He closed his eyes, not wanting to struggle against anything that Gaara wanted from him.

The delightful torture was far too brief as Gaara withdrew his tongue and moved his lips down to the blonde's neck. Gaara sucked against Naruto's neck, licking roughly away all the sweat that trickled down the blonde's neck.

Gaara jerked Naruto against the lockers as he got into a more comfortable position. His hot tongue trailed saliva down the curve of Naruto's shoulder, his collarbone, his Adam's apple. Naruto muffled a moan as he hugged Gaara's head more tightly, his fingers holding on to the softness of Gaara's red hair. Gaara's hand twisted Naruto's left nipple harder and harder as Gaara's licks on the neck turned to bites.

Naruto tasted blood in his mouth as Gaara moved his aggressive kisses down his front – he hadn't realized he'd been subconsciously biting his own tongue in the tight tension. The bigger boy smoothed his hot tongue across the tender flesh closer and closer to Naruto's hardened nipple. Not enough contact. Damnit. Not enough contact. Naruto's body arched forward. Not enough, not enough. His head screamed in the slow agony as Gaara continued to suck, bite, kiss, snuggle, lick all parts of him save where he was the most sensitive. Naruto wiggled in discomfort.

"Damnit asshole!" The blonde hissed, trying to pull the redhead closer. Gaara didn't budge and only paused in his kisses to smirk evilly at the smaller boy's tugs.

Naruto closed his eyes in complete frustration. Damn – please – wouldya – ah, ah...aht! Naruto writhed, his mind screaming.

Gaara seemed to respond oppositely to Naruto's silent pleas by alleviating the force of his licks. But when Naruto moaned again – desperately, urgently – the redhead couldn't hold back his own urges for the sake of his sadistic game. Gaara bit down on Naruto's nipple hard and the blonde choked out the blood that erupted in his mouth.

Not enough! Damnit, damnit! Still not enough –

Gaara saw Naruto's body rivet as he pulled away from him. The blonde was pleading with his gorgeous blue eyes to continue – and, of course, Gaara would - but he'd seen the blood fall down the golden tan face and the sight was too intriguing to ignore. Gaara leaned down to lick Naruto's blood almost tenderly away from the smaller boy's face.

Naruto whimpered at his touch and, when the redhead leaned his head down, whispered jaggedly, "Gaara – would you – would you – "

Naruto didn't finish his sentence but Gaara understood. He kissed the blonde's bloody lips lightly and moved down the tan frame to his left nipple. It was still red from his bite. Gaara licked the hard bud to soften it and took it between his lips, sucking it, biting it, licking it. He felt Naruto's body tremble as he held back his urge to groan and Gaara delighted in the smaller boy's shaking and aggressive trembling. He jerked Naruto forward, sucking harder and harder and harder.

Naruto wrapped his thin arms around Gaara's milky frame and buried his face in the other boy's shoulder. His moans were pressed against Gaara's skin as the redhead sucked, determined to make all of Naruto's shaking body know who owned it.

The blonde felt pain jolt him at every tug of Gaara's mouth but found that he was almost teary-eyed upon receiving the excruciation. He'd never felt anyone else so much. So alive. He was so goddamn alive in this pain. Naruto groaned into Gaara's shoulder, trying to brace himself against the bigger boy's sucking. Finally, the redhead released the blonde's nipple from his lips and Naruto panted against the Gaara's smooth forearm.

Gaara paused to pull his shirt over his head but Naruto didn't have time to admire the revealed milky, muscular chest before Gaara jerked the blonde's body forward again, this time taking his right nipple into his lips. Naruto accidentally let a yelp escape before he – embarrassed at the girlish sound he made – buried his face into Gaara's shoulders. His body shook as Gaara sucked him tightly.

"Ah, aaaaaaah, aaaaaaaaaaaht!"

Naruto breathed as Gaara's lips released him and he felt his chest throb with another new unfamiliar pain – wanting, wanting, wanting. At the new sound, Gaara threw him on his back again and silenced the smaller boy by kissing him, teeth crashing, his hands roughly pinning the blonde's shoulder down. Naruto parted his lips and Gaara's tongue entered through them and the blonde grunted, desperately trying to match the force of the redhead's lips.

SLAM! A loud bang of the door echoed from down the hall.

Gaara lifted his head, an annoyed frown creasing his pale forehead. Naruto lay immobile, his chest heaving. He tried to read the other boy's expression but it was difficult. He felt too dizzy looking up at Gaara. So dizzy and still so, so, so hot. He reached for the redhead, whimpering that Gaara'd left Naruto alone for a full two seconds.

But all of a sudden, Gaara was pulling away.

"He's coming."

At the redhead's matter-of-fact statement, Naruto reluctantly pulled himself up into a sitting position. Gaara grabbed a black t-shirt and tugged it on over his head quickly, hiding away his milky white frame. Naruto frowned disapprovingly and asked in aggravation.

"Who?"

Throwing Naruto the remaining shirt, the redhead quickly got to his feet. All of the blonde's thoughts were incoherent – his brain was still glazed over by his lust – but this one thought surfaced in his whirlpool of thoughts. Naruto's eyes flew wide open. Gaara was leaving?

Why the hell was Gaara leaving?

"Wait!" Naruto cried out, grabbing the redhead's arm.

Gaara smirked as he looked back at the so obviously disappointed dobe.

"Not now."

Leaning down, Gaara kissed – feather-lightly in sharp contrast to their previous passionate kisses – Naruto's forehead before turning to go out the door.

Naruto stood in the shower room for a minute, his insides twisting in confusion. Immediately, the feeling was replaced by utter dejection. Didn't Gaara want to… want to… ! Naruto bit his lips and looked down forlornly at his bulky pants… damnit…

DAMNIT!

Naruto's fist collided with the nearby locker, leaving a big dent in the metal door. Didn't that freakin' redhead want to do more than kiss? Like something where they stripped outta more than just shirts, huh? Like strip outta pants for example? Of course, the other stuff had felt pretty damn good. But, GAH!

What the fuck was that…? Gaara had made Naruto all turned on just to leave him without… without…

WHERE WAS THE HUMPING?!

Urgh, who the fuck wanted to be screwed by that asshole even if he was probably the sexiest thing that ever existed under the fucking sun, anyway?

Pulling on his own shirt – which felt oddly loose on his shoulders – Naruto furiously kicked the door to the shower room open (making the door tilt crookedly on the hinges). With that, the blonde – his cheeks bulging in an irate pout – stalked off to get some extra basketballs…

Just as he turned the corner, a certain Hyuuga appeared in that hallway…

"Naruto!"

No answer from the daydreaming dobe.

"Naruto!"

"Yeah!"

The blonde jerked up in his seat to see that the rest of the Konoha team – especially Neji – were staring at him worriedly. Naruto gave a hasty laugh, scratching his head in embarrassment realizing that he was fucking doing that again.

Gah – ! Naruto had been thinking about that stupid cocky redhead with that dangerous killer intent vibrating so powerfully from the most brilliant pair of green eyes – GYAH! What was wrong with him, anyway? Naruto was even thinking about Gaara in that way again while he was resolving not to think about the sexy Sand player in just that way. What WAS his problem? Gaara was a guy. Gaara was part of the Sand. And Gaara was a fucking jerk who didn't even – who didn't even –

Damn! Naruto sank his face into his pillow and muffled a furious scream. The Konoha team was not even surprised by the blonde's one man drama (that they were used to).

Naruto was kicking himself inwardly. He'd been out of it all during practice the whole day. No wonder his team was worried. He had to get a grip. He was a tensai manager first and foremost. And he was not, not, not, not, not, not interested in being fucked by Gaara.

At all.

…

……

………

Yes, not even a tiny bit.

……

Okay, maybe a tiny, tiny, tiny bit – but that was it! Naruto gritted his teeth in his resolve.

"Naruto!"

At Neji's voice – evident with concern – the blonde felt like a grade A ass. Here, he had all his teammates – all his friends – anxious. Uzumaki – you have to snap out of it. Stop acting like an idiot!

Naruto jerked his head out of the pillow and flew into Neji's arms – determined to forget a certain redhead (who didn't even want to have sex – not that Naruto cared).

"Neji – sorrysorrysorrysorry..." Naruto murmured against the bigger boy's shirt.

"Wh-wha…" The longhaired boy cried out in surprise at the sudden action from the blonde as the rest of the Konoha team sighed in relief. It seemed like Naruto was back to his normal self. Whatever normal was for the blonde baka…

At that moment, a knock came from the door to the Konoha dorm room.

"Who could it be at this hour?"

When Kiba opened the door, he was surprised to see a blushing Ten Ten standing timidly in front of their room door.

"Er… Ten Ten sempai? It's… um… late." Kiba frowned, looking the girl up and down then glancing at his watch – which read 11:30.

Ten Ten almost died at even this subtle reprimand. Maybe she should go back. Maybe – no, not maybe, definitely – this was a really stupid idea –

Just as the dark haired girl's will was about to fall apart, her eyes found Naruto snuggled in Neji's (very) willing arms…

And all of a sudden, she found herself pushing into the room and forcing on her brightest smile. Using her adrenalin surge to remember all the instructions Sakura and Ino had given her, Ten Ten recited – her smile cracking as she saw Naruto and Neji out of the corner of her eyes again – "So-rry-for-in-tru-ding-so-late-please-for-give-me-so-rry-but…"

Shikamaru raised an eyebrow at Shino at the older girl's awkward act. Shino looked suspiciously at the older girl's expression changes. This time, Ten Ten was forcing a smile on her face.

"But I thought that we should have a scavenger hunt! Fun stuff, huh?!" Ten Ten, trying hard not to sound stiff, blurted.

All the boys' faces seemed to freeze in – not surprise – not annoyance – not irritation – but complete lack of expression – as if the boys did not comprehend what had just been so strangely uttered by the dark-haired girl. After a moment of this silence, Shikamaru raised an eyebrow, thinking of all the complexities women brought.

Sighing, he opened his mouth to explain the obvious reasons why such a suggestion was incredibly, totally, completely, entirely, fully, absolutely and utterly out of place.

"Sempai. We had a late practice and a scavenger hunt is…"

"Really stupid." Kiba said, filling in the sentence. The spiky brown haired boy apologetically lowered his eyes. But he'd only just now realized the bizarre thing that Ten Ten had said was not a joke.

"Really sorry, sempai. We're just not interested."

Ten Ten felt her cheeks flush at all the physical signs of aversion for her idea that the boys were admitting. A potent violent 'no'. But looking at the identical confused expressions on Neji and Naruto's faces – what? They were over couple look and into couple expressions now? – she boldly blabbered on.

"It's for a…um… science project. I'll give everyone who finishes it a really effective sports drink – it's very good. Really."

When Ten Ten mentioned the sports drink prize, Chouji paused in munching potato chips for a moment to peer at Ten Ten with a slightly curious look. But the rest of the team stared at the girl as though a third arm was sprouting out from between the cheerleader's dark buns. Science project? During summer break? At 11:30 at night?

"Please – !" Ten Ten cast aside her pride – she was too mortified now to retain any pride – and begged. "It won't take very long and – "

Ten Ten blushed darkly, her words halting. How had she ever been fucking talked into this ludicrous plan? Why had she listen to Sakura and Ino –

"I'll do it."

Ten Ten blinked. Lee was smiling sympathetically at her and raising one green gym-suited arm.

"If it really won't take long… Ten Ten must have some reason she wants to do this."

At the bowl cut haired boy's – albeit reluctant – but relenting tone, Ten Ten felt relieved tears come to her eyes. While she silently thanked Lee in her mind, Shikamaru inwardly groaned at the older girl's glistening tears. Urgh.

As much as a scavenger hunt was troublesome, it was nowhere as troublesome as a crying girl. A woman in tears was too, too, too troublesome…

"Count me in." Shikamaru barely subdued a groan.

At his friend's reply, Chouji nodded too.

"Yosh!" Naruto cried, slapping his fist into his palm. "As tensai manager, I have to check out all the effective sports drinks for y'all. I'll do it too!"

Ten Ten didn't fail to notice that as soon as Naruto yelled his consent, Neji tiredly gave a slight incline of his head to signify his own agreement. Her heart felt like it was being tormented by a thousand needles. Lee immediately noticed the twisting look on the girl's face and handed her a towel.

Ten Ten stepped out of the door, belted out one loud bawl muffled in the towel, wiped her nose, willed her face to not betray her misery and stepped back in – all in a split second. As she handed the soggy towel back to a used-to-it Lee, Shino gave a silent yes ("…") and Kiba – seeing that it would be faster to just get the whole damn senseless thing over with – agreed.

"Thanks." Ten Ten breathed, very relieved that she didn't have to make up other (stupid) reasons to gain the boys' (reluctant) consent. Heaving a long calming sigh, the dark-haired girl pulled out several scraps of paper from her bulging bag (filled with the expensive sports drinks she and Ten Ten and Sakura had pooled together to purchase) and being careful to hand all the boys – save Naruto – a slip of paper.

"Ten Ten sempai." Naruto spoke up, raising his hand like a school child. Ten Ten suddenly had an absurd urge to pat the little blonde on the head and immediately squelched such thoughts by reminding herself that it was this exact cuteness that had stolen Neji's affections away.

"What is it?"

"I haven't got one."

"Oh!" Ten Ten feigned an exaggerated look of surprise and uttered her pre-planned words. "I am so so sorry. Here…"

As the older girl dug into her pockets for the 'special' slip of paper, her plans were almost foiled by Neji naturally handing Naruto his own slip of paper.

"NO!" Ten Ten cried, hurling herself at the longhaired boy in a desperate attempt to stop him. Neji easily dodged out of the way and Ten Ten found herself sprawled on top of a very surprised Naruto, her breast planted firmly on the blonde's chest and her face crushed against his neck.

……

…

Silence dominated the room till all chaos broke loose.

Shikamaru, Shino and Lee held back a furious Neji – Lee screaming "Neji! Ten Ten's a girl! You can't hit her!" – while Chouji and Kiba watched as Ten Ten's face grow red as she realized the very compromising position and the fact that one of Naruto's hands were – though not on purpose – resting on her butt.

"Gyah!" Ten Ten shrieked in girlish indignation, pulling away from the furiously blushing blonde to slap him.

Chouji and Kiba had to help the other three hold back one incredibly irate Hyuuga.

Sakura waited, crouched in the dark. She looked at her watch and frowned. It was almost twelve and not even one of the two people that were supposed to arrive were here yet… The girl's wide forehead furrowed as she shivered from her position from behind the hedge she was hiding. It seemed like it'd rain the day after – the moon was completely covered in black clouds and Sakura couldn't really make out anything in the pitch dim…

The pink-haired girl smiled. Perfect. What was more romantic then being with someone you love during a summer storm? And especially if the rain lightened the summer heat, the lovers might have to hold each other really, really close…

Sakura giggled at the mere thought of it.

All of it would equate out to GaaNaru…

Ino looked at the letter she clutched in her palms. She was standing in front of the Sand dorm room where a certain redhead was said to be staying. And, despite herself and her want to make this work for Sasuke-kun, the blonde girl was very, very nervous. Her heart was clanking inside her chest.

Two reasons: First, she'd sort of written the letter in someone else's stead. Simply put, it was forgery – well-intentioned, but still forgery. Second, the plan she and Sakura (and an unwilling Ten Ten nee-chan) had schemed was that she was to talk directly to Gaara – to make sure he came.

The act of talking to the sexy, beautiful redhead alone would have delighted Ino. But Ino was scared of the consequences of such an act. Gaara was possibly the most closest actualization of a sex god that Ino had ever seen (save Sasuke-kun of course). Unfortunately, Gaara was also the closest actualization of a death god that Ino had ever seen as well…

In the end, Ino had half-chickened out. She'd settled for writing the redhead a letter.

Taking in a deep breath, Ino put up one trembling fist to knock when a voice made her jump.

"Who are you?"

Ino swiveled around to face the owner of the sharp authoritative voice and saw a buxom, sturdily built blonde. Ino recognized her as the manager of Sand's basketball team and quickly gave a polite incline of the head in greeting.

Temari instantly analyzed the scene in front of her. An apprehensive girl – quite pretty – wearing a Konoha jersey – must be a basketball player fan… Temari gave a light snort. And judging by the way she clutched an envelope – obviously a love letter – and her standing – obviously terrified – in front of her brother's dorm room…

"You can put that here." Temari smirked, kicking a nearby hallway trashcan. "It's Gaara's personal mailbox."

Ino's eyes grew wide; she'd been covering the writing on the envelope with her hand. "H-how did you know it was for Gaara?"

Temari rolled her eyes at the obvious question. What other boy on the Sand team – what other boy anywhere, for that matter – could make a girl scared enough to pee in her shorts but still make her desperate (or desperately horny) enough to still want to give him a love letter?

Ino wrinkled her nose as she looked toward the trashcan. "I have to give this to Gaara."

"Trust me." Temari jeered, her patience wearing thin. "Gaara doesn't want it. Or you. Good bye."

The older blonde girl meant her farewell as an indicator for the younger girl to step aside. Ino didn't but insisted, "No, this isn't from me. It's from my friend."

Temari gave a sharp snort. This was why blondes were subject to vulgar jokes… "For your 'friend'. I see. Even if both you and 'your friend' – or all your friends for that matter – offered yourselves to Gaara to be fucked at the same time, he'd still decline."

"But this is from – " A very insulted Ino cried.

Temari roughly pushed Ino to the side, cutting her off.

"Go away before I lose my temper."

"Uzumaki Naruto!"

Temari stopped. She turned back to Ino, who was pushing the letter out toward the older blonde.

"It's from Uzumaki Naruto." Ino insisted. "Gaara might want Naruto – wouldn't he?"

Temari's face turned serious at the girl's question. Uzumaki Naruto, huh? Would Gaara want Naruto? That was a very, very good question…

"Sorry."

Ten Ten's apology traveled around the finally order-restored room. The dark-haired girl glimpsed up at a certain seething pale boy – who was still glaring at her – and her heartstrings twang in misery. Shit! Neji was mad at her…

"Sorry, Naruto…" Ten Ten said to the blonde, ducking her head.

"It's okay." Naruto grinned – he was the only one cheerful though his cheek was still red from Ten Ten's slap since Neji was furious and the rest of the Konoha was harried from desperately restraining the Hyuuga from his over-protective, almost paternal urges.

"Let's finish this quickly, sempai." Shikamaru spoke up, tiredly.

"Ah…" Ten Ten whole-heartedly agreed – wishing dearly, dearly, dearly that she hadn't agreed to Ino and Sakura's plan – and fished out the last slip of paper to an eager Naruto.

Shikamaru's eyes narrowed as he looked at the scrap of paper in the blonde dobe's hand. The dark haired boy quickly sensed trouble. Ten Ten sempai's awkward acting – as if she was repeating something someone else had told her – the way that she'd arranged a 'scavenger hunt' out of the blue – how she'd taken all the paper out of her bag except Naruto's – as though she'd arranged to give Naruto a different scrap of paper from the beginning… Gah! This was so troublesome!

It was just too clear that Ten Ten sempai was trying to pull something on Naruto. Shikamaru didn't suspect the older girl of malice – she wasn't that kind of person – but she was close to Yanamaka Ino, who practically redefined troublesome by herself (a prime example would be that she still had his jersey). And the Konoha team captain had a sinking feeling that whatever Ten Ten had so obviously unwillingly gotten herself into had something to do with the mischievous blonde cheerleader.

Another thing was also too clear. Whatever it was, Neji would definitely not approve of it happening to Naruto. Shikamaru glanced up at the still angry Hyuuga glowering at Ten Ten and flinched. Troublesome with a capital T!

But he was the team captain. It was his responsibility to keep track of what was going on; it was also his duty as the blonde's unofficial guardian to find out what was happening surrounding Naruto… which meant…

Shikamaru had to do something very very troublesome…

"Open your scraps of paper, bring back the item on it and I'll present you with the sports drink." Ten Ten said, looking nervously around at the basketball players.

"Oi, Naruto!" Shikamaru cried out, stopping the blonde just in time from unfolding his piece of paper.

"Heh?"

"Trade with me." Shikamaru tossed his own folded paper at the dobe.

Ten Ten's jaw nearly hit the floor in shock. But Naruto just laughed good-naturedly. "Scared you'll get a hard one, huh? Fine, fine."

As the blonde exchanged the pieces of papers, the older girl cried out. "Wait – but that's…!"

"Is there a problem, sempai?" Shikamaru asked, raising one eyebrow.

Ten Ten twitched at Shikamaru's lightly suspicious tone – damn the stupid genius! – and silenced at a sharp glare from Neji. Her heart sinking, Ten Ten just waved the question away.

"N-nothing…"

She'd never be talked into doing humiliating things by Ino and Sakura ever again! This plan is foolproof her foot!

Kiba opened his slip of paper and read dryly. "A pillow." He looked up at a blushing Ten Ten and pointed to his pillow lying nearby. Some scavenger hunt…

"Good job!" Ten Ten chirped – still dark red – and handed him a cool sports drink.

Kiba raised his eyebrow in incredibility – still not sure what this was about – and opened the can to drink.

"This is good." Kiba noted appreciatively, his light annoyance evaporating. "Thanks a lot, sempai. Sorry for giving you such a hard time."

Ten Ten thanked the brown-haired boy enthusiastically in her mind for his leniency.

Chouji hurried to be next. "A towel?"

The chubby boy easily plucked one off the floor and Ten Ten gave him a sports drink.

The routine was similar with Lee (a sock), Shino (a magazine or a book of any sort), Neji (a pen) and Naruto (a t-shirt). All the boys – appeased by the cool drinks (even Neji's dark mood had alleviated at the sight of Naruto happily gulping his refreshment) – watched a wary Shikamaru unfold the piece of paper.

"A ripped and dusty basketball." Shikamaru read, tiredly.

It would be redundant to note that there was none such anywhere in the room.

Author's Note: Please leave a review. Hearing what people think of my writing really is encouraging. Probably not only for me but everyone who writes. But, above all, I hope you liked this chapter and will be back to read more.