Chapter Seven
He is asleep now. The chair is flat once more and he was snoring louder than anything. The noise was so loud, in fact, I found myself almost wishing he was awake and silent. But, here it is, finally a chance; my chance. I stand up slowly, no sudden movements, and my eyes never leave the blonde ninja. I slide over slowly, watching as he begins to drool. Can it really be this easy? I look to the door, the thing I have despised since I got here, and inspect it for any signs of jutsu. Nothing.
Uneasily, I turn away from the ninja, slide my hand over the cold metal door knob, and twist it to open. I cringe as the door begins to move, expecting an alarm or something to attack or capture me. Nothing. Slowly and as silently as I can make it, I slide the door open. The door comes easy and I sigh from relief, it kept the silence. Beginning to open it more, I freeze, wait- why is it quiet? I quickly turn around, only to find that the ninja is no longer in the chair. Spinning around quickly to the door, I swing it open and start to run out.
"Ouch!" I cry out, falling down to the hard floor. I had rammed into the blonde ninja. He leans over me semi-menacingly and smirks happily.
"You didn't think it would be that easy did you?" he asks in an almost singsong tone of voice. Slowly I get up, dust myself off, walk back into the room, and sit in my usual spot, my hopes dashed out yet again. The ninja wears a surprised look on his face as he comes in and closes the door behind us. "You didn't even struggle, yeah," he said, half way to himself, half way to me. No, I didn't struggle, did I?
He sounded so disappointed when he said that, was he so desperate to hurt me? I hug my knees to my chest and close my eyes. A knock sounds on the door, was it Itachi? I slide one eye slowly open as the blonde ninja begins to head over to the door. However, before he could get to it, Sasori opened the door and entered, not bothering to shut the door again.
"This door was opened, why?" Sasori asked, his eyes hard on the blonde ninja and not even glancing at me. The ninja shifts his weight as Sasori says this, giving him the appearance of a child. "Deidara, we cannot take any chances," Sasori's voice was dark and harsh, "we have no time for this foolishness, Deidara." The voice seemed to echo about throughout the small room we were in. I look to the, So Sasori was the superior between them, I realize.
The ninja, Deidara as I now know, nodded, "I understand." His face is no longer as lively as it was when he tricked me. Sasori turns from Deidara, and walks over to me. Kneeling down, Sasori puts his face inches from mine. Narrowing his eyes, he looks into mine and stares for a moment. I blink in surprise and back away a little, what is he looking at?
"She's not a shadow clone, Sasori," Deidara says, looking to Sasori with an almost apologetic look on his face. "Shark Skin still has her chakra drained," he explained. Shark Skin- was this that thing that Kisame had hit me in the stomach those times? Thinking back, I try to remember. I did feel weaker, and I couldn't summon my chakra after either time. I had thought it was those bandages at first. Sasori nods to acknowledge what Deidara had said and backs away a bit from my face. Reaching into his cloak, Sasori's hand reemerges with fruit, and apple.
My stomach growled just looking at it and I found myself doubling over on it to keep it quiet. Sasori stayed at my eyelevel and handed me the fresh fruit, keeping his hand on it for a bit before he let me have it. Happily, I looked to him, but I kept my true emotions hidden from the two ninja. Sasori then stood up, and his cloak billowed about him as he left from the door, closing it behind him. A slight smile crosses my face as I look over the fruit. Unblemished and red as ever. I look over to Deidara and an angry look played on his face, as if it were my fault that Sasori was angry at him.
Biting into the ripe fruit, juice flows down my chin from it and, no longer caring about my appearances, I let it and enjoy every last bite of the sweet, fresh fruit. When the core was all that was left, I stood up and walked over to the second door, the bathroom. So much for never coming in here again, I think to myself. Another large wave of cold air greets me as I open the door. I try not to look up to the light as I flick it on and begin to wash my arms and face.
Although the mirror was cracked, I could see myself clearly, all eight of the pieces of mirror reflected a separate me. My short hair was messy, but not extremely unclean looking, and my face was pail, and now wet. I study my features and am shocked by my eyes. They were dark and almost pained seeming, like Itachi's. Itachi.
I had tried to clear my mind of that dream, but it keeps on coming back to haunt me, and have me remember the feelings. If I hadn't woken up, I probably would have kissed him. Is that what I want? Noticing my face turn a light shade of red, I look away from the mirror, turn off the light, and leave the room, closing the door behind me.
Sitting down against the wall, I feel my anger come on again. Why can't I just escape? Why did I pause? Why didn't I just run straight out the door? Why can't I make up my mind on how I feel? And why when I do make up my mind, do I always question it? Why do I feel this? Frustrated, I bite my lip and hold back any tears that threatened to escape.
"What are you doing, Haruno?" Deidara asks, looking to me. Confused, I open my mouth to ask what he meant, then realize when I bit my lip, I made it bleed. I touch my fingers to my lips and stare down at my bloody fingers. That's why I feel this way, I realize as I get up and begin to walk to the bathroom. I feel this because I am alive.