This is the second chapter to HideandSeek. I hope you like it. It's different than my normal style of writing, and that just makes me depressed in itself, but it's more in tune with the rest of the stories here. I can happily inform you that there is no sight of angst-y themes in this one, either. Well, unless you kind of look at the beginning part of the story where Sakura explains some things. But it's hardly depressing, so it's still all good. (Smiles)

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, nor do I pwn him.

Sakura's point of view.

Do you ever get the feeling that someone's watching you? That there are a pair of eyes following your every move, to witness everything you do, and taking careful measures to remain unseen? And whenever you look around your environment, there's no one there? But you just know that they're lurking in the shadows somewhere, their orbs fixated on your trembling form, closely inspecting your reactions. You are absolutely sure that they're right behind the next corner you take, ready to strike, ready to attack, ready to kill.

I get these feelings all of the time. The malicious vibes coming off of the silent madman. I can just imagine the sadistic smirk on his flawless face. That crazed grin of his. He's always beside me. Whether physically there, or infused in my brain to make me think that he's standing right behind me. He has that power over me. Over anyone, for that matter. He could turn an educated professor into a psychotic, jumbled mess. That's partially because he's psychotic, himself. But that's just the half of it. The other part to my stalker's messed up world is his special trait. He likes to think of it as a gift. I think it a horrible curse.

It's those eyes of his. And, I guess his brain is part of it, too. And that face, that gorgeous face. So, I really could say that it's his entire being. But his eyes are what pull together the misery that he loves to create upon unsuspecting victims. They almost seem to stare straight at your soul, either color. But the different shades always determine what mood he's in. They're usually an obsidian color. He can be anywhere from playful to moderately annoyed. And the endless pool of onyx orbs can make you feel sightly dizzy.

The other pigment that his eyes can transform into has a maroon tinge to it. It literally bleeds from coal to crimson. You can't pull your eyes away no matter how hard you try. And this stage isn't exactly one that you'd feel joyous in. When his eyes turn this color, it's safe to say that he's more than a little ticked off. So whenever I'm around him, which seems to be a lot, now-a-days, I try to stay out of that stage.

His choice of words are always pleasing to the ears. He talks like a well educated scholar, but behind the false mask lurks a beast full of terror. And he is quite well known. He's called many things around these parts of town. Some like to call him, The Chidori. Others like to nickname him, The Avenger. I always snort a little at this one. The Avenger. What a lame name. But even though the names sound a little corny, he always lives up to, and far exceeds the titles.

He's bloodthirsty. He's a criminal. He's a full out monster.

But I just like to call him:

"Uchiha Sasuke..."

Sasuke smirked in contempt, completely amused with my agitated form. His onyx eyes gleamed in the lamp light, and I sighed in slight relief. At least he was somewhat calm.

"At your service, madame."

His haughty grin only served to infuriate me more, and I sneered at his fake politeness.

"What do you want?" I growled in irritation, bearing my teeth. Although I was seriously shivering in fear, I couldn't let him know that. He would consider that as a win for him. And I wouldn't show him any weakness.

"Well, well, well. It looks like my little blossom has gained a backbone. Did it hurt? Because last time I checked, you were a spineless coward."

Oh no he did not. I resisted the urge to pounce on him, because it would be relatively worthless. He could either sidestep or knock me out. And I did not want him taking control again. Nor did I want to be unconscious with him watching over me. I slightly shuddered at the pictures that flitted across my mind. No, I didn't want that at all. Maybe I could chose a different approach?

Instead of scowling furiously from across the room at the devilish pretty boy, I changed tactics. A flirty smile curved onto my lips and I batted my eyelashes. His previous sneer changed into one full of surprise.

"Sasu-kuuuun. Why do you have to be so mean? Can't you just love me for who I am?" I whined cutely, while pouting for good measure. Even though I was puking on the inside, his look of bewilderment was completely worth it. I sashayed over to his puzzled form and looked at him with half lidded eyes. "You do love me, don't you? Because I'd do anything for you. Anything."

I let the last word roll off my tongue in a breathy tone, while desperately trying to keep the facade up and not grimace in disgust. It must have worked, because his confused face turned into a pleased smirk. I could almost see his mind working in overdrive, coming up with pictures of me, probably clad in nothing but his over sized shirt.

"Why Sakura, I didn't know that you felt that way about me. Nor did I think that you could be so enticed to doing something completely out of nature for one such as yourself. I must ask, what caused this sudden change?" His smooth tone sent shivers down my spine. Out of pleasure or disgust, I wasn't exactly sure.

Instead of pondering over it for too long, I continued to smile prettily and tried to force a blush. My cheeks started to throb from the strain, and I let my appearance drop a little. It was minuscule, hardly anything, but enough to catch the attention of the monster staring at me closely. His eyes immediately became suspicious and he looked at me warily. A flash of red caught my eye and my facade dropped completely. His eyes narrowed and he growled angrily deep within his throat.

"Sakura...don't play games with me..." His tone held a warning in it, and I jumped slightly. My bold appearance shifted to a timid one, and I hastily took several steps back. Well, I tried to, I guess. His reaction time was better than mine and he grabbed my waist before I could get too far. He reeled me in until our bodies were flush. I squeaked in surprise, a red blush slowly staining my cheeks. As much as I hate to admit it, this blush was real. I tried to drop my head in shame, but his eyes grabbed onto mine like an invisible magnet. I desperately tried to yank my eyes away from his, but I couldn't look away. He had me hypnotized. And I couldn't exactly say that it was a horrible experience.

Slowly, his obsidian orbs bled to crimson and I had to stifle a gasp. This was not good. Not good at all. I tried to pull my eyes away once more, but he held on. I needed to do something. Anything. I couldn't let him turn into that thing. Not when the nice man was sleeping peacefully, directly below us. I wracked my brain for something to do, and immediately my mind processed a grand idea. I grinned coyly, and crashed my lips onto his.

He was stunned at first, but then relaxed into the kiss and closed his eyes in pleasure. His lips moved against mine as I looked around for a possible escape route. The only way to get out of here was to pass Sasuke, who was currently standing in the doorway, kissing me senseless. A moan interrupted my thoughts. I tried to think straight as his tongue dove into my mouth, curling around my tongue. His hands slowly moved from their place at my hips and trailed under my shirt and up my torso. When I felt his hands start to massage something they weren't supposed to, I woke up from my trance. The only way to get out of this was to do something that would probably get me killed later. But it had to be done.

In the midst of him trying to ravage my mouth, I bit down hard on his tongue. His eyes snapped open and he immediately drew back. Blood dribbled down his chin. While he was bringing his head away from my personal space, I took the opportunity to go through with my plan. And I lifted my knee. High. Bingo, got him. Hope he wasn't planning on having any kids. He went down like a ton of bricks, withering in agony. I smirked in victory and dashed out of the room. Girls can play dirty, too. Just as I was about to leave the inn, I remembered something. I took my coin purse out of my pocket and smashed a handful of coins on the kitchen table. Then I hightailed it out of there as fast as possible.

After a safe distance from the house, I slowed down my sprinting to a slow jog. I seriously couldn't get far enough away from him. Even if I was dead tired and could hardly breath, I wouldn't slow down yet. He would come find me again. That much was certain. And I'm left in the same predicament as last time. No food, no shelter, no idea where I was going. All I had was a coin purse full of coins, but that wouldn't help me if I didn't find a place to stay before Sasuke caught me. And I already know that it wouldn't matter if there's a live audience when he catches me. He'd probably like it more. Egotistical bastard...

I sighed as the wind whipped at my pink tresses. My hair was so bold, so vibrant, so unique. It's no wonder that Sasuke can always pick me out in a crowd.

I looked across the road and saw a small shack in the distance. I squinted my emerald orbs, trying to read the sign in the darkness. Bobecca's Beauty Salon.

I smiled slightly, an idea already forming in my mind.

Maybe I could make it a little harder for Sasuke to recognize me.

Well? How was it? Reviews. Would. Be. Awesome. But I'm not complaining...much...I won't do that one thing where the author doesn't post up a chapter until they get so many reviews. It always made me sad because I didn't know when the next chapter would be up. And I would think that the author would post the chapter only when they actually create the chapter, regardless of the reviews. They just would hold the chapter back until they reached the number. Anyways, reviews would be appreciated.

Also, Bobecca was just a random name that popped into my mind. I think I was thinking of that one place in Columbus (maybe) that was called Boop ade beccas or something. I don't even know if that name's Japanese or not. It was Italian. The character probably won't even show in the other chapters, too, so just disregard that.

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