Author's note:
Holy shit, I'm alive! I kept my promise and came back to this story! Although, it took a long while...Sorry 'bout that. I genuinely like writing this story and the readers from 2015 may have lost their interest but I still hope to finish what I started! Also, another reason for writing again was that I felt my English to be lacking all of sudden since University courses shove boring ass essays at me, my creativity was dying out. I plan to at least update this bi-annually. You could check my profile for the chapter progress!
Also, I sincerely ask for critiques, suggestions and reviews. English isn't my mother tongue, I'd like if people could help out. :)
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I PRESENT THE RIDICULOUSLY LONG AWAITED CHAPTER 6.
Chapter 6
The sun rays seeped through the window, glistening the rather dull room of mine. However, the cold ground where I lay lacked any warmth. I should get used to this, it's not going to be nice and cozy like my mom's bakery or anything. But if Chouji really meant to throw me in this room, he should've had the decency to throw a half-ripped blanket at least. Maybe this is their master plan to get rid of me.
"THROUGH PNEUMONIA!" I yelled while tightly wrapping my arms around my chest in hopes that it'd trap the little to no heat I had left. Quite exasperated, I know. I do humor my situation, it's like a coping mechanism at this point.
Clunk
Clunk
Clunk
The door opened with an unnecessarily loud thud, and the person who appeared was no other than Chouji. I honestly keep forgetting that there's more people in this ship since I see his face way too often. It isn't really a bad thing per se, it's like the only thing I'm familiar with in this unknown place.
"Isn't it too early for you to collect me?" I say while shifting my position so that my back faced him. Being sassy doesn't do me any good but lying on frozen ground doesn't either.
"Why are you acting like a child? Don't you think you already look miserable enough lying down like that?" Chouji asked, clearly trying to get on my nerves.
"Then maybe next time, please bestow me with a blanket, or maybe a fucking bed to lessen the misery, hm?" I spat out.
"I don't have time for your yapping. Get up, the captain is calling for you." His voice was demanding, the one I've been hearing since I became a hostage. He had a scowl on his face which meant that he really wasn't up for a joke or two, and I should just zip it for the time being. I stand up with a grunt, and naturally hold my hands up in front of Chouji. "Well?"
He seemed to be taken aback, his face said it all. "Oh, right. Right." He muttered while pulling his hair back. His hands dug into his pocket, and he pulled out a rope which he then proceeded to tie around my hands. "You're being awfully compliant today. It's disgusting, really." He chuckled.
"I know my limits. Also, why is Pinkie calling me anyway?" I inquire, trying not to squirm because of the sharp pain that shot through my hands. He was really making it sure that the rope was becoming part of my skin so that it's harder for me to tear it off.
"Oi, punk. That's Captain to ya." His annoyance was apparent since he tugged the rope harder this time. "OUCH, OKAY. SORRY!" I pulled my tied arms back; the pain made my eyes damp.
Fucking brute
"Since when did boys start acting like girls over a little scratch?" Chouji asked with a smirk.
I glared at him, "Probably since the day you started working under a female captain, I presume?" Choujo immediately covered his scratch mark which I think meant something and that I hit a bulls-eye, which also meant that I was about to ascend to the afterlife. He was practically fuming; his expression was that of a murderer.
I internally cursed myself.
So much for knowing my limits.
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"Has the sea made you all lose your marbles? I can understand the blond's insanity spree. Yours? Not too much. Explain yourself, Chouji." Sakura yelled in disbelief; her eyes looked quizzically at us. Her fists dug deep into the wooden desk that lay apologetically in front of her.
"It's the seawater. It's getting to them." Ino chimes in while pushing away Sakura's desk from the captain's path. Suddenly I felt a tinge of pain in my jaw, my hand promptly cupped it. "Ouch."
I didn't mean to say it. Even if I did, I wouldn't say it so blandly. The captain's eyes perked up in amusement, for the slightest of the moments.
"I'm sorry, Captain. I couldn't control my emotions and leapt at him." Chouji proclaimed, cupping his cheek. My lips curled up a bit; I may be the son of a baker but I sure could pack a punch. Although, my hands felt like they would fall off after that impact but that's another story.
"This really is amusing." Sakura bellowed, and then she suddenly started laughing hysterically, her long pink hair bounced along with her. She composed herself and walked towards me, I instinctively moved back.
It all happened quickly. Her hand pushed my head downwards with strength that caused me to fall on my knees. I could feel her yanking my hair, forcing me look up. She stood in front of me, leaning down slightly so that our eyes could meet.
"You're interesting, slave boy. I'd like if you amuse me like this every single day." Our faces were too close, I could feel her breath on my face when she spoke. I couldn't help but notice how enchanting her emerald eyes were, and how their reflected my blue eyes. For once, I was speechless.
Whenever our eyes met, they truly formed the sea.
I unconsciously moved closer towards her face; it was like her eyes were pulling me in. Sakura immediately stepped back, almost stumbling. Her hand reached for her sword which made my blood go cold. She looked defensive, but not the flustered kind, it was the kind where you back away from an enemy before attacking.
"Ahem." Ino cleared her throat, trying to dissipate the awkward atmosphere, she tucked her light-coloured hair behind her ears. "Captain, if you may, perhaps we could give the lad a tour of Konoha?" She suggested. Sakura snapped back into real life, she brushed away her pink hair with a scowl plastered on her face. She turned her back on me and walked back to her chair.
"Do whatever you want."
Her voice still as cold as ever.
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