This is just a short chapter. I've been really busy and havent been as loyal to this story as I should have been lately.
I shall improve!
Anyway, enjoy as always

"Sasuke?"

He turned to face her and raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
Yumi stood before him with an addictive smile and he felt himself smile back slightly.
It had been years since he had seen her but she never lost her charm, even with whatever creepy kind of drug Kabuto had concocted.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a pen, fumbling it as she spoke.

"Can I have a piece of paper? I have all these thoughts in my head and I want to draw them."

Surprised at her simple request, Sasuke nodded and lifted a notepad off the desk he had been sitting next to.
He shuffled through it to make sure there was nothing important before deeming it worthy of her hands.
Despite being their unknowing prisoner, Sasuke found Yumi good company and it seemed that she somehow remembered his personality quirks, adjusting to them quickly through the haze of the drug.
Being called 'Sasuke-kun' had often pissed him off as a youngster, mainly because Sakura and Ino would follow him around calling him by it.
Yumi dropped the formality before they even spoke, only calling him simple, old Sasuke.
For this he was grateful.
Taking the notepad from his hands, she grinned up at him and walked towards the corner of the room where she sat on a spinning chair, comfortably folding up her legs.
He watched her as she walked, only taking his eyes off her and glancing back to the jutsu scroll he was studying when she began to draw.

Despite his sincere want to read the scroll in front of him, Sasuke found himself distracted quickly and he threw his head back in a sigh.
Perhaps it had been a mistake to bring her here.
All week he had been calling Kabuto back and forth, continuously frightened that a glimpse of her memory had come back and she would remember everything.
Each time the grey haired medic nin would come into the room with a guarded smile and claim that it was time for her medicine before injecting her with some more serum.
Enough to keep her oblivious but not enough to reset her mind completely.

It was tiring.

A few days ago and wanting to be of use, she had walked into his room as he was tidying and asked if there was anything she could do to help around the base.
He had thought for a moment before looking around, hoping to be inspired by something in the room.
The idea had came to him when he glanced at the torn, dirty grey curtains that hung from his windows.
Yumi had been delighted when given the job of designing some new curtains.

She had worked on it all day, sketching bits and pieces and shielding her work from Sasukes view with a smile, telling him it was a surprise.
He had smirked in amusement that such a little thing entertained her so.
They DID need new curtains, but it was something he never would have gotten around to doing himself.
Maybe a woman around the lair wasn't such a bad thing after all.
And at least this one wasn't trying to jump him every opportunity she got.

The next day with her design finished, Kabuto had taken Yumi into the nearby village to have them made up.
Despite something as trivial as curtains having no interest to him, Sasuke found himself curious and slightly excited to see what Yumi had dreamed up.
He had asked her before she left if she could give him a clue.
Not because he cared or anything… He was just curious.
Smiling sweetly, she had politely shook her head and said that, nope, he would have to wait.
He had grumbled something about the evilness of women before leaving her be.

When they had returned, Sasuke had been faced with an amused looking Kabuto and a nearly skipping Yumi carrying the bag full of material.
Proudly, she had pulled out a length of cloth and held it up for him to see.
Sasuke zoned out glaring at her design as she prattled on about it.

"I originally had the background in white but I think it looks better this way and I didn't really think it matters that its black because your last curtains were really dark in color as well-"

Stepping forward, he grasped a piece of the material and fondled it with a frown.
He shot a look at Kabuto and the man nodded before leaving the room to retrieve some of his horrible serum.

"-on't know where I came up with the idea, the word 'dawn' randomly came into my head and even though it has absolutely nothing to do with what I designed I kind of just associated the word and the picture together-"

Kabuto reentered the room and moved over to Yumi with a carefully held syringe.
She stopped talking and bit her lip when she saw the needle.

"Its time for your medicine, Yumi."

With a sigh she nodded and motioned to Sasuke that she would be back in a second as she followed Kabuto out of the room.
Sasuke was left glaring at the curtains she had designed.
As if mocking him, a large red cloud with a white lining lay on a black background.
The Akatsuki symbol.
He used them for Amaterasu practice, later telling Yumi that they were so good that he had sent them away to be put up in their other base which was more deserving of such a masterpiece.
This 'other' base of course, did not exist.

"Sasuke?"

Pulled from his day dreaming, the young Uchiha glanced over to Yumi.
She had put a pen behind her ear and was smiling that devilish smile.
He glanced down at the notepad he had given her which she was facing his way.
The drawing was exquisite, the pale complexion of a man with gleaming red eyes stared back at him and despite not really caring too much for art, Sasuke found himself appreciating it enthusiastically.
All done with a black and red pen, he mused in wonder.
She must have noticed his fascination because her grin widened and she pointed at the face,

"I had this weird urge to draw you all of a sudden, so I did! Sharingan and all!"

Sasuke then realized that the man did indeed look like him, only slightly older.
But even the best artists don't get it right every time, he reminded himself.
He moved forward and took a second look at the eyes and wondered how he had missed them.
She had drawn the Mangekyou Sharingan perfectly only…
Sasuke furrowed his eyes and took the picture from Yumi.
He tilted it slightly and frowned.
Yumis smile faltered at his sudden scrutinous look and she gazed at him uncertainly.
Finally, Sasuke pointed to the eyes and muttered,

"That's not my Sharingan."

Tilting her head in surprise, Yumi frowned.
She took the picture back and studied it for a moment.

"Yes it is. I am sure I-"

A rush of air and Sasuke was suddenly inches away from her.
She froze and gazed up at him, stiff as a board, thinking she had done something wrong.
Two blood red eyes looked down upon her and Yumi recognized with shock that he was showing her his Mangekyou Sharingan.
She studied them for a second before glancing down at her drawing.
Sasuke was right, she had drawn a different Sharingan.
The one on her picture looked like a three sided shuriken whereas Sasukes was completely different.
She opened her mouth to speak but he cut her off.

"Don't worry, you haven't seen my Sharingan since before your accident, you probably got the shape confused."

Yumi nodded as he left the room, despite being positive that the Sharingan she had drawn was one that she had seen before.
He was right, she reasoned.
Sasuke had told her that his entire family was gone, although she where they had gone to she didn't know.
It wasnt possible she had drawn someone else.
It was only logic that she had gotten confused.
She sighed and leaned back in her chair.
Then why did he seem so annoyed?

As he walked down the hall to fetch Kabuto and his medicine, Sasuke made a mental note to later retrieve the note pad and tear up Yumis picture of Itachi.

Short, I know. Sorry _
Ill have the next one up sometime soon.
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