Agraphobia

Chapter 3: Her Fate has been Sealed

'Your father and I had to go overseas, again. We left some money for any groceries you need and I cooked you some quiche for tonight. Your favorite! We'll be back by next week, ma petite fleur!'

Sakura read the note and smiled at the little hearts left behind by her mother. She looked around the empty one floor house and sighed. All alone again. It wasn't the first time she was left alone. Her parents' jobs required them to be anywhere from out of town to out of the country at a moment's notice. When she was younger, they would have someone house sit and watch her. She realized that it must have cost them a lot to keep her babysitter, so she managed to convince her parents that she could be left alone at a young age. Sure it got lonely, but she understood her parents had responsibilities and that everything they did was for her benefit.

Oh well, she might as well make the most of it. She went over to the oven and took out the dish her mother left. The heavenly smell of cheese and eggs lifted into her nostrils. The pinkette cut out a slice and grabbed a glass of pink lemonade from the fridge. She then got settled on the couch and ate her dinner while watching her favorite crime show drama.

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The green drawing stared back at him in the dim lit room. He was lying on his back in the middle of his bed with the art clutched in his left hand. Since he showed it to his friends, he hasn't stopped staring at it all day. He couldn't figure out what it was that captivated him so. It was as if all he could focus on was the drawing, or rather, the artist.

Every since he walked into his 7th period class, he couldn't keep his mind, or body, away from that pink haired shrimp. At first, he just sat next to her on a whim, to get some amusement out of her gushing over him. But that had been the problem right there, she didn't. In fact, she seemed to not even know that he existed.

So he tried again, and asked her about the assignment. It had been clearly written on the board, but he wanted at least some kind of reaction from her. However, her short answer and blank look was not what he desired.

Next, he tried inquiring about her drawings, and nearly seethed in anger when she ignored his complement. He was, though, pleased when she finally began speaking with him. He didn't miss the look of annoyance that flashed through her eyes when he took her notebook.

He went home that day constantly revisiting the memory of her bending over. Maybe it was her height, her baggy clothes, or hell, her hair. Probably her hair, but the bottom line was that he could not get her out of his head.

The next day, he walked into that class determined to get her obsessed with him. He flirted his ass off. First, with the classic wink, then by refusing to be more than half a foot of her proximity. He really sold it when he got her to draw the heart; he made it painfully obvious what the message was.

But it seems he underestimated her innocence. Instead of blushing, she kept giving him blank looks of confusion. She appeared to be under the impression that he had little to no sanity, and by doing that she had made the biggest mistake of her life.

She caught his interest.

In a short time of 48 hours, a short pink haired nerd had become the one and only object of his affections, and the worst part was that she wasn't even aware of it. He ate, breathed, and slept constant thoughts about her. How to be with her. How to know her.

How to make her his…

He smirked.

It was official. He was going to romance her. Make her obsessed with him, and won't stop his web of seduction until she is lying on his bed, screaming his name while he humps her to kingdom come. He licked his lips at the thought. There was no doubt in his mind that she was a Virgin Mary. All the more reason to corrupt her. To make her crave his touch and practically worship his body. He could see it now. She would run up to him, cling to his form, and beg him to take her right then and there, regardless of whether or not there were bystanders watching them.

He looked down and chuckled. His dark thoughts seemed to have given him a stir. As he got up and made his way to a cold shower, he thought of his first step towards the pinkette. Since she's yet to realize his intentions, it was time to kick it up a notch.

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"How do you do that?" asked Kanna.

"Do what?" Sakura replied as she worked on her latest doodle.

"Finish all your work in, like, five minutes." stated Kanna as she picked up Sakura's history worksheet.

"It's just easy, I guess."

"There's more than thirty questions on here!" exclaimed Kanna. "I'm still on number seven." Sakura wordlessly handed the girl her paper, who accepted it gratefully.

"Seriously, you should try applying to Konoha Academy."

"To where?"

"Konoha Academy. It's an all girl school on the other side of town. It's got the same credentials that this place has, but it's a lot harder to get into." Explained Kanna as she copied down answers. "It'd be a great one way ticket out of this hell hole, but I'd have to study for six months before I could even think of taking the admission test. You'd probably pass it with no problem."

"Even if I did, I doubt I could afford to go to a place like that."

"That's the beauty of it!" Kanna grinned. "If you get some high level marks on the exam, they give you a full scholarship and pay for all your school expenses."

Now that got her attention. Free of charge, huh? "Maybe I will take the test."

"If you are, then so am I. There's no way in hell you're leaving me in Dante's Inferno all alone." She then gave a bit of a sheepish look. "Do you think you could ah…help me study?" Sakura giggled.

"Sure!"

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"I've been meaning to ask you," said Kanna as they walked down the hall. "How come you always disappear during lunch?"

"I'm never really hungry." Stated Sakura, "I just like to stay in the library is all."

"Oh, well that I can understand. The food here instant exactly five star quality, so you're probably better off bringing your lunch if you do come. Plus, people like to really show their asses during lunch, so you're probably safer in the library. I, on the other hand, prefer to use this time to take my daily trip to the nurse's office."

"The nurse?" her eyebrows furrowed in worry. "Are you sick?"

"Nope! I'm healthy as a horse."

"Then, why do you-"

"Oh Nurse Tazuki," Kanna groaned with a pained expression, "My stomach feels terrible, I think I might faint! If it's alright with you, I think I'll sit out today's lunch and lie down to settle my stomach." Sakura laughed and shook her head.

"You should be in theater."

"I should, shouldn't I?" agreed Kanna. "Now, if you'll excuse me," she said as she stopped in front of the nurse's office, "I'm wanted on the set." The girl then made a dramatic pose. "My public awaits!"

Sakura walked away with giggles at her friend's antics and headed towards the library. She opened the door and smiled at the empty room. Finally, some peace and quiet. The pinkette walked to find a private corner, only to do an about face and speed walk away. Apparently two students were using that corner to, urm…get to know each other a little better. Scarlet faced, she searched for another seat. She discovered a secluded table in the back of the library with dim lights. Perfect, she preferred not to be seen anyway.

The pink-haired girl sat down and took out her trusty notebook. Now, what to doodle today?

"Hey."

Sakura closed her eyes. 'Seriously?' Green orbs looked up and saw Mangekyo's leader pull up a chair next to her. Should she say hi, or…

"Are you good at poetry?" he asked. Her eyebrows furrowed. "P-poetry?"

"It's for English." He explained. "That's what we're studying right now. I'll ask you this. What's your grade in English."

"An A." was her quiet reply. He smirked.

"Then you can help me write this." He said as he put a notebook on the table. Sakura gulped. She didn't seem to have a choice, and his definition of "help" was probably to write it for him.

"What kind of poem is it?"

He looked at her with bedroom eyes. "A love poem." Sakura had to look away as she felt his smoldering gaze.

"Um, no. I mean, is it a free-verse, does it have rhyme scheme or something like that?"

"The teacher said something about it only having three lines."

"Oh, it must be a haiku, then."

"A what?" he raised a brow.

"Haiku. It's a form of poetry where you have to use a certain number of syllables. Five in the first line, seven in the second, and then another five."

"So how do I start?"

"Uhm…" The girl looked down for a moment with her hand up. She flexed her fingers as she counted in her head, mouthing the numbers while the Uchiha watched her. 'She's so cute.'

"Your eyes enchant me." She said as she faced him. He raised a brow and smirked at her. "Really, now?"

"Y-you said it was supposed to be a love poem." She said with a blush. He wrote it down.

"And the second line?" She began to count on her fingers again.

"Dark pools weave seductive web." He scribbled it on his paper again.

"You have trapped me." She finished. He paused. "No." She looked down. Did she disappoint him?

"I like the trapped idea," he stated, "but I want it worded differently."

"Oh. Does this library have any thesauruses?" she began to stand.

"They're over there in the back corner." He pointed. Sakura's brows went up.

"Oh." She said as she sat back down.

"Something wrong?" his smooth voice inquired.

"I-I can't go over there."

"Why not?" She almost jumped as his voice rose higher. He was getting annoyed."

"W-well, I d-don't,"

"Speak up!" he growled. This guy could scared the piss out the Hulk.

"T-there are some p-people busy over there." She squeaked. He raised a brow. "Busy doing what?"

"They're…uhm…well…" she fidgeted with the bottom of her baggy T-shirt as she averted her eyes. He narrowed his eyes at her actions.

"What, they fucking?" A blush rose to her cheeks as she remained silent. He smirked.

"That's what's got you so flustered?" he chuckled, "It's perfectly normal."

"In the library!?" she couldn't help but ask. The mere thought of it was insanity to her.

"It's natural," he said as he started to scoot in closer to her. "The urge is powerful, so if they feel it, they can't help but react to it. He's a man, and she's a woman." Sakura realized just how close he was when she felt his leg pressed up against hers. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"Just like I'm a man," his face was inches from hers, "and you're a woman."

Sakura could feel the sweat on her palms as his words fully sunk in.

"If he does like you, that might mean that he wants to make you the newest notch on his bedpost.'

Oh, dear.

This wasn't good. Never in her wildest imaginations did she think that Kanna's suggestion would be true. But now that he was well within her personal space and his hand was playing with her braid, it was hard for her not to see the obvious.

So…how does she tell him no?

Sakura was stumped. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before, so, of course, she had no idea how to stop it. Sure, he was attractive. Anyone with eyes could tell you that. But he was also dangerous, far too dangerous to risk returning his affections. A part of her wanted to do it quickly. To say that she wasn't interested, already with someone, or hell, even gay! However, another part of her pondered what would happen afterwards. She assumed that he wasn't one to handle rejection well. So for the moment, she just sat there with a blank look while he stared her down.

Until, of course, he began to lean towards her.

Sakura's eyes widened. Was he gonna…? Oh dear God, he was! The pinkette searched her mind for any suggestions. Should she just pull away? Then she would have to deal with his reaction to that. But if she stays put, he might think that she's interested as well. Milliseconds past as his lips got closer and closer to hers. Finally, she made her decision and parted her lips to protest.

"Brrring!"

Sasuke paused when the bell rang, and Sakura jumped at the sound, slipping out of his grasp. She could grin at the perfect timing.

"I, er, better go." She said as she grabbed her things. She "eep"ed when his large hand gripped her wrist.

"What about the last line?"

Sakura opened and closed her mouth like a fish as she processed his question. "I-I'm captivated." She replied. He wrote down her answer, and she made a move to get up, only to get pulled back down by a yank on her wrist.

"Chu!"

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...What was that?

She stayed in that position, slightly bent over towards him as the gears in her mind slowly turned. The pinkette was attempting to process what just happened, because surely her first thought was absolute ludicrous.

"Thanks."

His husky voice brought her out of her shock. Wide-eyed, she looked at him and saw an almost cynical grin on his face, like the cat that watches their owner search for the pet mouse. 'Oh. My. God!' At that point, Sakura did the only logical solution.

She got the hell out of there!

The next five minutes were a complete blur to her as she went from the library, the hallway, and finally to her art class. She sat in her seat, becoming a statue.

"Hey, Saku-eh? Sakura, why are you all red? Are you sick?" asked Kanna. The pinkette was completely immobile.

"He…he…" she stuttered.

"He, what? Who?" said Kanna.

Slowly, Sakura brought her hand up near her cheek, down to her lips, and finally to her neck.

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The Mangekyo members were stunned as they watched their leader stride across their rooftop hangout. Something about his appearance, or rather, his expression was…off.

"Hey! What's up Tem…me?" said Naruto with a small amount of horror on his face. Neji and Shikamaru made similar expressions as they eyed the Uchiha. A large grin was plastered firmly on his face.

And that scared the hell out of them.

"What have you been smoking, Uchiha?" asked Neji. It was extremely rare to see such a thing on the boy. Most of the time, the only one of the leaders that grinned was Naruto. However, he was never able to accomplish what their leader had. To make such a happy gesture look so…cynical.

The Mangekyo leader ignored his friend's question and took his place by the railing, grin still in place.

"I've never seen him this high." Said Shikamaru with his brow raised. Usually, he'd only get a dazed look on his face. Whatever he took must have been real good.

"He's probably straining his face cause he got gas." said Naruto with a smirk. Sasuke, grin still in place, kicked the blonde in his side making him fall.

"Itai! What the hell was that for, Teme!?" The boy simply flashed his smile. "And will you take that creepy grin off your face? You look like you should be in a damn horror film."

The raven continued to ignore Naruto's rant, because he couldn't stop showing his pearly whites even if he wanted to.

Sasuke was delighted, no, ecstatic at his current accomplishment. He had kissed Pinky. On her neck. The best part was that it wasn't even intentional. Oh no, this was all her doing. He had been aiming for her cheek when he felt her pull away at the last minute, causing his lips to land right on her pulse.

That little minx…

She must have wanted him right from the beginning. She just didn't know it yet. The face she made when she realized what she'd done was priceless. The girl was so embarrassed, she ran out of there like a scurrying mouse. She was blushing red like she couldn't believe what she had done. Hell, he could hardly believe it himself. And yet, low and behold.

His grin widened.

He knew it was a good idea to follow into the library. Now that he knew he had her within his clutches, why not toy with her a bit? Normally, he'd just begin to take what he wanted and let it be known that she was his. But the high he felt when he made her turn red was too addicting to give up now. He'd take it slow. Savor the few moments of innocence he'd grant her. Until the day he could no longer repress his desire. His grin lowered into a seductive smirk.

'Until then, sweetheart…'