Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and Kudozaki Lucine. The rest belongs to Masashi Kishimoto
| Uchiha Sasuke |
Her movements were fast and precise, moving with the grace and finesse that only someone with her experience could perform. And despite the wonderful display, I could sadly not fully enjoy watching her cook because of my rampant thoughts surrounding a certain redhead. Sabaku no Gaara.
We hadn't seen him since then, but we will most probably meet him again in the chunin exams that are coming up. I definitely don't have a good feeling about this. That sick, depraved look in his eye of pure blood lust. He will definitely hurt her if he gets his hands on her. Just imagining Lucine's blood being spilled was enough to make my breath hitch, and impulsively I shot up from my seat and nearly tackled Lucine to the floor. Instead I desperately wrapped my arms around her waist from behind and nuzzled my nose in her peach-scented hair.
The action made her stop moving, obviously startled by my sudden burst of affection. Lucine didn't speak, but neither did she attempt to push me away. Her lack of reaction made me assume that she waited for me to say something to explain myself.
"Never leave my side, alright?" I whispered in her ear. I realized that the way I said it made it seem like a demand, which it technically was, but I wanted her full compliance.
Lucine didn't respond, as I expected, but she did however continue chopping the fresh vegetables and doing her cooking, as if I wasn't even holding her.
"Do I have a choice?" she suddenly asked, her voice a low hum.
Smiling at the response, I hugged her tighter and kissed her neck softly. She already knew what my answer would be but I gave it anyway, "No."
She sighed tiredly as she reached for another tomato. "Let go of me, and then I might consider staying voluntarily."
Immediately, I let go of her and taking a few steps back for good measure. "Really?" I asked hopefully. Having Lucine stay by my side and comply to all my wishes... A sick grin spread across my face at the thought of all the things I would make her do, not caring that I was taking her words out of proportion.
"Hm." she hummed, not giving me a real answer much to my disappointment, but the fact that she might consider it was enough for me at the moment. "Go to your room and I'll call you when I'm done. You're disturbing me, and cooking requires concentration, patience and my full attention." she ordered, before completely focusing on her task at hand and fully expecting me to oblige with her command.
Pouting at her cold treatment, I half-heartedly walked out of the kitchen, mostly because I knew for a fact that if I complied with her wishes now, she would be more responsive later on during the evening. Sometimes she'd even let me give her a shoulder or a foot massage.
However, in a bout of rebellion, I decided to go into Lucine's room instead of mine.
A dark shadow of a smirk hovered over my face as I scanned the tidiness of her room, my objective being her closet. Walking up to it, I opened the bottom drawer, as I already knew it to be her underwear drawer. I picked out one of my favorite pairs that she owned, the pink ones with a matching bra. I brought the bottom part up to my nose and inhaled deeply. As always, it smelled like peaches, Lucine's signature scent. Taking another long sniff, almost inhaling the thing, I let out a hazed sigh, my eyes clouding over as if I was entering a high.
So damn addictive, it's like I can never get enough. She is like a drug. My drug.
Instead of putting the pair back into the drawer I stored it safely into my pocket, as I knew I needed something to distract myself while I waited for Lucine to finish cooking. I will just borrow this for a while. The smell of her had caused a bit of a commotion down in my pants, and it naturally needed to be taken care of.
Pleased with my newly acquired treasure, I stood up in order to walk out of Lucine's room, until something caught my eye. By the window, in the far corner of the room, there was something on the floor. I walked closer to the spot in order to investigate, and from the distance it looked like, dust?
Bending down, I inspected it thoroughly with my eyes. That's odd. Lucine always keeps her room disturbingly clean and tidy, if there's any mess she'll go on a rampage. And it was quite the big amount of dust too, a whole pile of it. Still, something doesn't add up.
Running my finger through the dust, I brought it back up and rubbed the grains between my index fingers. I widened my eyes in realization at the feel of the texture, as this was clearly not mere dust, but ...sand.