Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Be clued in by the fact I've already said this before.
A/N: This chapter is from first person Sasuke's point of view.
Chapter Two
"Who are you?" I asked the man in front of me. He was kneeling on the ground, crouching in a position that was reminiscent of a predator ready to leap upon its prey, facing me, staring at me with deep crimson eyes that seemed to be looking more through me than at me. His hair was dark and long, pulled back in a low ponytail save for his bangs. His clothes consisted of a pair of sandals, dark pants, and strange black cloak with red cloud patterned on it that covered half of his face. He was more beautiful than handsome, and had an air or elegance and grace surrounding him.
I already hated him.
He stared at me, frowning as his eyes scanned my body; making me feel uncomfortable and flustered under his gaze. "What are you looking at?" I snapped at him. "And answer my question: who the hell are you?" He ignored me, continuing to stare at me.
I glared at him for a moment before I decided that, if he wasn't going to leave, I would. I picked myself up and took a step away from him; I didn't get any farther because, after just another second a wave of pain shot throughout my body, and I clutched at my head desperately, trying to fend off the feeling that someone was drilling a knife into my skull. Lost in myself I failed to notice his hand snaking out of his cloak and over towards me. I didn't even feel it when his he started rubbing up and down my back in a soothing motion, pulling me over towards him and settling me in his lap.
For a moment, I simply lay there, trying to regain my senses as the pain slowly started to fade. It was only then I realized the position I was in with someone I regarded as a total stranger. I pushed him away from me, blushing, although he seemed unfazed. I growled at him before once again picking myself up off the ground. I felt dizzy for a moment, and braced myself against a tree for support.
The man stood up and brushed off his clothing, before looking towards me again. I try to look anywhere except his eyes, hating the feeling they gave me; almost as if they would see straight into my soul and then pick it apart like a specimen in a lab. My eyes flitted around, and I saw a few targets with small knives imbedded into them. My brows knitted together when I realized I didn't recognize the place.
I tried in vain to remember how I got there, but only drew up a blank. I tried to think of what I had been doing before coming to this place, only to be left with the same result. I frowned. I tried to go back farther, only to once again feel that horrible stabbing sensation. I sunk to my knees, gritting my teeth together to keep myself from crying out.
I looked back over at the man, and growled out, "What the hell did you do to me? Why can't I remember anything?" In my anger, I raced over to him, pulling my arm back with every intention of punching him in the face. Just as my fist was about to make contact with his cheek, he suddenly disappeared from my sight, only to grab me from behind, holding my arm at a painful angle behind my back.
He leaned down, his lips almost brushing my ear, and I could feel his breath on my neck. "Don't assume that I'm at fault," he said monotonously. He turned my around in his arms, and for the first time I had a clear view of his face. My breath caught in my throat. Calling the man before me beautiful would be insulting.
Still holding my arms in front of me, he stared at me directly in the eyes, and I found that I couldn't escape his gaze. "Now," he commanded, "tell me anything that you remember." For some reason, I couldn't deny his request.
Searching my almost blank mind for any hint of who I was, the only thing I found was a single word. "Sasuke…" I told him shakily, unable to keep myself from trembling under his cold stare. "That's my name… I think." My voice was uncertain as I told continued, "That's the only thing… that I can remember."
He let go of my arms, and they dropped limply to my sides. He moved his eyes away from me, and I found myself letting out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. The man was intimidating; the way he held himself to the way his piercing red gaze shouted at me that I should run from him, that he wasn't safe. But I found that my pride wouldn't allow me to completely give into him, and I stood my ground as best I could.
Silence reigned thick in the air, and I forced myself not to be the first to give in and break the silence. I felt nervous and uncomfortable being alone in his presence, but I tried not to let it show too obviously. For some reason I didn't want him to think me week. I think it might have been that I almost admired him for being able to make me feel this way so effortlessly. But that was also a contributing factor to my dislike of him.
Just as I was about to cave and ask the man his name, I saw a man suddenly jump down from the trees overhead. "Itachi-san, there you are. Why the hell did you run off like that?" he asked. I stood there, completely shocked. And although his entrance had initially startled me, it was the man's appearance that had me stunned: his skin was blue, his face had what looked distinctly like gills, his eyes were beady and had a cruel look to them, and he looked almost shark-like. The thing that really grabbed my attention, though, was the incredibly large wrapped sword he had casually swung over his shoulder.
The man I had now identified as "Itachi" looked pointedly over at me. The shark-man followed his gaze, and his eyes widened. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but a pointed look from Itachi shut him up. He still looked as if he wanted to ask Itachi something, but it seemed as if he knew better than to challenge the smaller man.
I had just come back to myself when Itachi started walking towards me. I looked at him skeptically, but held still. He stopped directly in front of me, his crimson eyes once again sweeping over my body before he said, "Kisame, we'll be postponing the mission momentarily. I first have some private business to take care of."
The shark man- Kisame, if I had heard correctly- looked at me again, before turning back to Itachi. "I'm not so sure about that, Itachi-san, we don't exactly have that much time left-"
Itachi cut Kisame off, "We still have two weeks time in which we can complete the mission. I can guarantee that this won't take any more time than that." Although Kisame still seemed doubtful, he kept it to himself before leaping back into the trees and disappearing from view.
"Sasuke-kun," he said, "you'll be staying with me for a while."
I didn't have the heart- or sufficient reason- to protest.
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To be continued…
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A/N: I'll admit it wasn't very long, but I wrote what I found fitting to be in Sasuke's point of view. Don't mind the way I'm writing this, please. It's just that there are some parts that I really think would go over much better form a particular point of view, and I want to make this story the best I can.
Oh yeah, Itachi called Sasuke "Sasuke-kun" because that's the proper way to address a younger male, not because of any Oro-influences. He didn't use call Kisame "Kisame-san" or anything of the sort because A) I can't remember if he does in the show, and B) Itachi really doesn't seem to respect Kisame all that much (and I'm not a huge Kisame fan, although he can be amusing in fanfiction).
So please continue to read, and REVIEW! It makes me quite happy.
Oh yeah, I'm putting my other story on hold for now, so this might get updated a bit more often.
On the other hand, school is starting in a few days (I hate school…) so might updates might be at very odd intervals and vary in length ANYWAY. Sorry about that. I'll try my hardest to get as much done before then as possible.
