Author's Note: And so Sakura's cruel and callous side emerges. Well, I decided to base this story loosely on Alice in Wonderland, since I wasn't sure which way I should go with this story. So, there'll be more references to Alice in Wonderland as the story continues. So, anyway, sorry this took so long. I was kind of busy, and I'm working on the fourth chapter as we speak. Writing arguing scenes is a lot harder than I thought it would be, particularly for Sasuke's side of it. But then again, that son of a gun's always a pain in the butt to write about. And that's why I love him so much. Okay, SasuSakuness is gonna stop for a bit. It would end up being too much like "Dirty Laundry" if I focused solely on them, so even with Sakura's demonic side established, I'm going to start focusing on another pairing in here. There'll still be some SasuSaku sprinkled into it though, so don't get discouraged. I promsie there'll be a kiss or something of that nature coming up soon. Not soon-soon, but soon. Eventually. Anyway, feedback is appreciated, and yes, I know there's SakuHina in here, and I meant it that way. Sakura's way too playful and open with her actions. And I freaking love it. Note's long enough, enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Or the Lotus Forest (It's a part of the Wonderland world in Kingdom Hearts. I don't own that.). To make it short and sweet, I own nothing.
I thought about it all through homeroom. I thought about him all through the teacher's "Welcome Back" speech, his onyx eyes dancing across my mind hauntingly. I couldn't stop thinking about him all through homeroom, first block, the block after that. It was like my mind could only focus on one thing. Like my heart would only focus its lens on one particular thing, nothing else but that one thing it wanted to focus on.
As I sat by the window, my emerald eyes glowing from behind my crimson side bangs, I could only focus on that one thing my mind was firmly fixed upon. The light rain that lightly tapped the glass window beside my head was calming as I tossed and turned inside my head, fighting the thoughts that blew across my trembling heart. I didn't understand why I was this way all of a sudden, but I knew who caused it: Uchiha Sasuke.
I didn't understand why he'd decided to come to public school all of a sudden. Being homeschooled almost his entire life, he should remain homeschooled since he didn't socialize as a young kid, aside from that one time when I'd seen him in the candy shop. But other than that, I hadn't seen him around the village, and I looked all over the place. Under shop mats, behind shelves, in Naruto's house. I tried everywhere and I couldn't find him.
It was almost like he'd vanished without a trace. One heartbeat he was close enough for me to reach out and touch, then the next he'd vanished through the doorway into the sun as the door slammed shut behind his tensed back. I'd felt so lonely after that. I'd finally found someone to laugh and toss insults back and forth with, and then, without warning, he'd disappeared from my grasp as quickly as he'd come.
How fast my heart had pounded, how shaken my jade irises had been. No one had ever driven me into that state before. It felt like someone had breathed life into my still doll of a body, like someone had brought warmth into my frozen and cold heart, given me a reason to live. My life had actually become interesting after I'd first met him. So interesting that I'd run through the days that followed with impatient footsteps, desperate to find him again.
After that first day, I'd longed to see his face, hear his voice, look into his eyes, run my fingers through his hair, all of it. As I grew, the desire became nearly unbearable. The only thing I focused on was him, seeing his face in my mind with each breath I took, hearing his voice echo in tune with each tuneless heartbeat that rippled from my soulless chest. I'd become cold in his absence. I'd become heartless, cruel. Even though it had only been one day, I'd needed him. I'd wanted to be his friend since then.
And now that I had the chance to, I was hesitating. I'd instinctively put up my bitter and hot-tempered front, the only mask I could shield my true thoughts with from those onyx eyes I'd yearned for all those years ago. Nine years we'd been apart, and the feelings hadn't changed. I still wanted to be close to him, to be friends with him. I wanted to forge an unbreakable bond with him. That familiar insult had brought all of those feelings back to the surface.
Life flowed back into my glass-like jade eyes, as I parted my lips, turning toward the window I was listlessly peering into like a looking-glass; desperate for the hauntingly familiar figure that tainted my thoughts like the Black Death, plaguing my heart with feverish cries, calling for something to cling to, a face, a voice; anything that belonged to him. My heart pounded in my chest as the virus sunk deep into my soulless vessel like poison. I was slowly becoming infected.
The wind ruffled my pink hair beside the sides of my face as I watched the rain dance through the trees, dappling the surface of the pond with ripples. My dull jade eyes rolled toward the flurry of fleeing colors, watching them streak across the bottom of the pond in swirling oranges, reds, yellows, and pinks, the colors of the waning sun. My right hand became lifeless against my cheek as I watched the rain fall to the Earth. Poison…It had me at his mercy.
"Haruno Sakura, right?" I jerked my head up, and turned toward the soft voice, blinking a few times to adjust to the light that she carried with her.
"Y-Yes, what?" I asked, sitting up straighter. She smiled a soft smile through her pale purple eyes, and gestured to the empty seat beside me.
"Do you mind if I sat next to you? I got here late, and all the other seats are taken," she asked quietly, keeping her eyes averted. I lifted an eyebrow, and slid over, hoisting my bag up onto my lap.
"Sit down. I don't bite," I replied, giving her a wary glance out of the corner of my right eye. The girl sat down a second later, and twirled her fingers in her lap, the flat surface that was her skirt subject to an unintended beating.
I pulled out a stick of pocky from my pocket soundlessly, keeping one eye on her from the corner of my eye. Long dark blue hair, easily reaching down to her waist in luminous streaks, as straight as mine was when it had been long. White eyes with lavender undertones, swirling with unspoken thoughts and emotions, as if she was a guarded person with an impenetrable wall around her heart. Her fingers fluttered against her chest, like a constantly shifting shield. She was wary of me, as I was her. She wanted to be cautious, as much as I did. I stuck the stick into my mouth, and held it between my teeth, turning my entire face toward her.
"Hey, you," I demanded, my gaze bored. She stiffened at the sound of my voice, slowly turning her face toward me. Her delicate face bore no scars, my emerald eyes widening. She was still pure. Even in this Wonderland, she was untouched.
"Y-Yes?" Her voice trembled in the air between us, as we faced each other, wary of the other's presence. I forced my eyes to soften, and gently smiled.
"What's your name?" I asked sweetly, cringing at the amount of honey that dripped from my tone. I hated sounding cute. It reeked of vulnerability. And I loathed being vulnerable. She smiled back shyly.
"Hyūga Hinata," she replied softly, twirling her fingers in a nervous circle, her pinkies and thumbs dancing around each other edgily. "And you're-"
"Haruno Sakura," I interrupted, rolling the stick of pocky around in my right cheek, the end that was outside my mouth bouncing on my lower jaw. "I won't kill you, you know. You can talk if you want."
"B-But I heard you beat up three boys at once when you were only twelve!" she sputtered, fear echoing in her voice. I sighed and leaned back in my chair, turning my head toward her as I lifted my chin.
"What of it?" I drawled, my jade eyes expectant. Hinata shrank, and bumped her index fingers together out of jumpiness.
"I just thought that-" I chomped down on the stick, and leaned toward her, jade eyes narrowed. If he said anything I swear to God I'll…
"You thought what?" I demanded calmly, my hands flat to the wooden chair we shared, my books sliding off my knees and landing in a heap upon the floor, the spiral of one of my notebooks scratching across the skin of my shin. Hinata's face flushed out of anxiety at my sudden closeness.
"W-Well, I, uh," she stammered, my teeth snapping together as I brought my jaws together against both sides of the pocky in my mouth. I didn't have time for this.
"Spit. It. Out," I ordered through clenched teeth, my impatience getting the better of me. Her eyes flashed with terror, and mine trembled once in response, but I didn't care. I wanted an answer, and I wanted it right then. "Now."
She sputtered once more, then gulped before she spat out, "I thought that you'd beat me up if I sat next to you!"
I curled my lip up, and flipped my pink hair back before tossing my head once. "Is that all, Hyūga?" I leaned back in my chair, lifting my right hand up by my face, as I rolled my head toward her, my smirk callous. "I guess my reputation precedes me…"
"S-S-Haruno what're you-?" Her pale eyes were wide as I watched her, my teeth glistening in the fluorescents as I leaned back. She was scared of me. No, she was terrified of me. I didn't blame her. I would be afraid of me too. But he wasn't the first time I saw him… "Haruno, are you alright?"
"It's Sakura," I huffed, jerking myself up into a sitting position before folding my arms across my chest, shutting my eyes in annoyance. At her small little gasp, I opened my eyes and gave her a flippant smile. "If you really want to get on my good side, you could always call me Sakura-hime."
"A princess?" she asked, slightly confused. I snorted, and turned away. I couldn't play with her like I could Ino. And that pissed me off.
"Never mind, just call me Sakura," I answered, giving her a one-eyed glance. "Are you always this stiff?"
"Stiff? I'm-I'm actually kind of nice once you get to know me, Haru-" I lifted an eyebrow threateningly. "-S-Sakura! My friends tell me that I'm a really nice person all around, and my teachers say-"
I sighed. "Give it a rest, Hyūga."
"W-What?" she gasped out, sliding toward the edge of the chair once I turned toward her.
I smiled again, and leaned toward her frail face, my emerald eyes playful. I wasn't intending to hurt her. But still, she trembled. My hands rested on the surface of the seat as I pulled myself toward her, the entire class turning around to stare at us, my emerald eyes glittering in the light as the rain and wind ruffled my hair suddenly, as if it had broken through the glass blocking its path. The window was open, I realized, and yet, I continued forward.
I lifted my hands to hold the sides of her face, and brought mine to hover centimeters away from hers, my lip curling up into a bitter smile. "I won't bite. You can relax, Hyūga."
"Haru-Sakura…?" I traced my fingers across her temple tenderly, my gaze wistful.
"However…" I whispered, my jade eyes glittering behind the softness in my voice. Hinata watched with a flushing red face, her heart pounding in her chest. I could hear it. Ripe, not yet fallen. I smirked. She's still pure. She hasn't fallen for someone yet. She might be someone nice to talk to… "You may have to drop your walls. I don't like being shut out, okay?"
"What do you mean? Walls? I don't have any walls around me," she pointed out as she looked around herself, my urge to face-palm stronger than ever. I slid my fingers under her chin, and turned her face back to mine, moving closer.
"Open up, Hyūga," I replied, struggling to keep my voice soft. "I won't hurt you."
"Open…What?" I sighed, and pulled back, crossing my arms over my chest. Hinata watched me with a wary gaze, as I shook my head.
"You're fun to play with," I pointed out finally, lifting my palms as I smiled. Hinata's face brightened, as she smiled back.
"T-Thank you, Sakura!" she answered, as understanding dawned on her. I tilted my head toward her, and lifted my chin toward the clock.
"It's almost lunch time, right?" At her confirmation nod, I spoke again. Softer, more hesitant this time. "Do you…Want to sit with me?"
"A-Are you sure you wouldn't mind?" I narrowed my eyes, and slammed my fist down on the desk we shared, tossing my head toward her.
"IDIOT!" Hinata slid backwards a little further out of fear, as my jade eyes boiled. I hated repeating myself. Stupid innocent girl! SHANNAROOO! She fell flat on her butt, as I leaned over the edge of the seat, glaring down at her, our faces centimeters apart. "IF I ASKED YOU ONCE, DON'T YOU THINK I WOULD MEAN IT AND WOULDN'T MIND? HUH?"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" My eyes widened as tears began to fall from her eyes, my gaze softening in an instant.
"Hyūga, I didn't mean to make you cry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I pulled my right hand forward from behind me, and held it down to her, my fingers brushing at her tears gently. "Seriously, please stop crying!"
"Sorry, Sakura! S-Sorry Saku-" My grip on the seat slipped, my hand clawing at nothing but air, my butt coming up from over my head. "Sakura!"
I could feel my lower body flying up over my head, as if someone had flung me off my seat, and desperately searched for something to cling to. I found nothing. I just clawed air, and Hinata's small, but full figured body crept closer and closer as I flew through the air. I narrowed my eyes, and set my jaw. I wouldn't hurt her. I told her that. But how was I going to get out of this situation? I locked my jaw, and chose.
My hands touched the ground beside each side of her head, and I took a deep breath as our eyes locked. She was terrified, and I didn't blame her. I would be scared if I was the one underneath me as well. I weighed about as much as a ton of rocks, and I knew that. I jerked my head up, and hoisted my body up into the air, balancing on my hands precariously, before lowering my eyes to hers again.
"Hyūga, slide under the seat now!" I ordered, the small girl trembling in fear. I didn't blame her, but she needed to move. I heard footsteps coming closer to me, and I tossed my head toward the person's direction angrily. "Hyūga, you've got to move!"
When she didn't move, I bit the side of my mouth and twisted on my hands as my feet began coming down toward the ground. Hinata lifted herself up and leaning her head back to see me drop to the floor in crouch in the middle of the aisle, my jade eyes blazing as my pink hair blew across the sides of my face. The girls behind me snickered, and I swung my head around, my chin on my shoulder as my green eyes narrowed angrily. The girl closest to me locked eyes with mine.
"Nice underwear, Forehead," she mocked, glossy red hair shimmering in the light. I tossed my head once more, anger blazing in my eyes. Only he calls me that!
"Take your self-indulgence somewhere else," I retorted, turning back to Hinata, who lay trembling on the floor. I let one of my knees drop to the waxed floor underneath me, and I lowered my face over hers. "Are you okay? Did I frighten you?"
"I-I'm fine, Sakura," she answered weakly, the red haired girl giggling behind me. I tensed my right fist in my pocket, fingering another stick of pocky angrily. Hinata bit her bottom lip nervously. "I-I, um, I'm sorry about-"
I pulled the pocky out of my pocket and gently tapped her lips with it, silencing her. "You have nothing to be sorry for."
"Haruno Sakura's in love with a girl, Karin," I swung my head around, and pulled the pocky off of Hinata's mouth.
"Just look at the way she looks at her, Matsuri," the red head, Karin, replied. I surged to my feet, grabbing the pocky in my left hand, and jabbing it forward into Karin's mouth, my fingers on that same hand grabbing her jaw tightly.
"Insult me one more time," I began, her red eyes narrowing. I tensed my right fist at my side, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath.
I still wasn't good with Ōkashō yet. I hadn't practiced it in a long time, since Tsunade-sama had been receiving more and more patients in the hospital lately. But with this girl, I should be able to channel enough chakra into my hand to at the very least break her jaw. She wouldn't be running that mouth of hers for much longer, once I was done with her. Karin struggled in my grip, but my fingers tightened, as my eyes opened, a shadow falling over my face.
"Don't you dare…Pull away!" I ordered, blue chakra fire flaring up around my right fist. She widened her eyes, and slapped her left hand up to the shaft of her glasses.
"You won't touch me. Haruno Sakura, you're nothing but a coward. You hide behind your reputation, and you strut around like a bully, and you-" My lip curled up, my teeth glistening in the light. Matsuri and Hinata watched in silence, as I lifted my right fist.
"I wouldn't?" My hand snapped forward, my eyes wild, my smirk heartless and amused. "Guess again!"
"Don't touch me, you, you-" Her eyes shut tightly, a scream rising in her throat. My lip curled up even higher. That was all I wanted. My fist stopped dead a few millimeters away from her nose, the blue fire licking at the sides of her face.
I cocked my head to the side, and smiled innocently. "Don't screw with me, got it?"
"You little-" I waved my index finger across the air, my sneer burning through the ruby color of her irises. She widened her eyes, as I leaned forward, shutting my left eye playfully.
"Talk some shit, you get hit, understand?" I replied, letting go of her before straightening my back, my right hand falling to my hip. Karin snarled low.
"Fine, I understand. But stay away from Uchiha Sasuke, got it?" I lifted an eyebrow. Chicken Butt? Is she serious?
"The chicken haired emo that's new to this school?" I asked, playing stupid. She poked her right index finger into my chest.
"That's right! Stay away from him, Haruno Sakura! He's mine!" Something about her comment made my lip curl up. Ino wouldn't let her touch him. I was positive of that.
I blinked, and waved my right hand across the air. "Yours? Go deflate your balloon in someone else's face, okay?"
"You-You-I hate you so much!" I turned around from Hinata, and smiled as I lifted my index finger to my cheek, and smiled.
"The feeling's mutual," I answered smoothly, as I lifted Hinata to her feet, the frail girl cowering behind me, her eyes wide as she peeked at Karin out from around my shoulder. "And by the way…About the little underwear comment…"
"What now, Forehead?" I ignored her jab, and smiled. Think of Sasuke, think of Sasuke, think of Sasuke. Sure enough, my cheeks flushed bright red.
"I'm glad you like them," I pointed out coyly, Karin's muscle spasm cracking the rest of the class up. But I wasn't done yet. "Because, I bought them just…for…you…"
"EW!" she screamed, hopping down the aisle as the bell rang, the entire class laughing hysterically. I straightened up, and rested my right hand back on my hip, smirking proudly.
"That should keep her quiet for a while," I mused, before turning to the seat to grab my books. Hinata handed them to me, surprise flickering across my face. "T-Thanks."
"No problem, it's the least I could do," she answered, as we walked through the doorway, past the astounded teacher, and broke free into the hallway.
I turned to face forward, and sighed. It had been two blocks already, and he wasn't in any of my classes so far. I couldn't help but flinch at the stab of disappointment that pierced my heart in my chest. I didn't understand why I cared so much. I mean he annoyed me, right? I should've been happy that he wasn't in any of my classes, yet anyway. I still had half the day left to go.
But what if he wasn't in any of my classes? What would I do with my feelings then? My heart rate rose in panic. I had feelings for him. I didn't understand that. It wasn't like I was in love with him or anything, because I definitely wasn't. There was no way that I would ever fall in love with a jerk like that. He was such a pain in the ass, and yet, strangely addicting at the same time.
I could feel my face flushing bright pink, as the image of Sasuke and I kissing swam across my mind's eye.
The feelings that would surge through my veins. The fervent pounding of my heart. The feverish pants that would escape through my parted lips. His hands cradling the sides of my face. His fingers running through my hair. The taste of his lips against mine. I smiled as my eyes limply closed, my grip on my books slipping as I lost myself in my reverie. As a result, the poison tightened its hold on my heart.
My arms thrown around his neck as he kissed me breathless. My hands knotted in his hair as our lips fused together. The taste of the poison he bore flowing over my tongue as it ran across his bottom lip. My heart pounding against his, our heartbeats perfectly synchronized like a pair of drums. My tensed fingers gripping his face, holding his lips against mine. Venom flowing through my veins as I fell further, dropping into that fathomless onyx ocean, no hope of returning. I inhaled calmly, and sighed. Sweet, sweet bliss that would be.
"S-Sakura? Are you alright?" I blinked my eyes open, and turned to Hinata as we approached my locker, the spawn of the Devil himself fumbling around with his lock as we approached. I snapped my teeth together, and turned away.
"Yeah, I'm alright," I replied, before crossing her path to reach my locker and expertly twist the lock with no trouble at all, while he struggled on my right side. "Hyūga, why don't you go to your locker? I'll meet you in the cafeteria, okay?"
She nodded, and waved. To me and him. "Alright, I'll let you and your boyfriend talk."
I jerked my body in an astounded muscle spasm, Sasuke turning toward Hinata with a clueless expression. "WHAT THE HELL?"
"Like I'd ever date her," he muttered back, turning back to his locker. I swung my head toward him, and lifting my right fist into the air in front of me, blue fire flaring up around it in seconds.
"WHAT WAS THAT, YOU FOUL, LOTHESOME, EVIL LITTLE COCROACH?" I demanded, waving my fist in the air in front of me. Sasuke didn't even lift an eyebrow. He didn't even care.
"Hard of hearing?" he asked, looking at me from the corner of his eye. A knot pounded on the side of my head as a vein popped, my right arm flying backwards.
"DON'T SCREW WITH ME! SHANNAROOOO!" My fist flew forward, blue fire bright and flashing across his onyx eyes. He didn't even bat an eye. His left hand blocked my punch effortlessly, even as a surge of wind battered the windows at the impact.
"You're annoying, Forehead," he muttered, grabbing my wrist in his hand tightly as I panted in front of him. He watched me carefully with his black eyes, and snorted. "Loser."
I flung my right fist back to my side, and fumed, my pink hair rigid at the sides of my head. "I AM NOT A LOSER!"
"Yeah, keep talking," he muttered, shutting his locker door with as little emotion as Hatake Kakashi on one of his good days.
I threw my books into mine as he brushed past me, desperately clawing through my bag to find my other wallet. My fingers brushed against it, and I pulled it out, shoving it into my pocket before shutting my locker and chasing after him. I didn't understand myself at the moment. I didn't get why I wanted to be beside him. I didn't get why I wanted to argue with him.
My arms pumped at my sides as I caught up to him, my feet slowing to a walk. "Like I'm going to listen to you, Chicken Butt."
"What the heck is your problem, Forehead?" he asked, turning toward me at my comment. I fell in step beside him, and scowled.
"You're annoying me," I snarled in reply, his onyx eyes emotionless.
"Not as much as you're annoying me," he answered tonelessly, as we turned the corner, his hands shoving into his pockets. I folded my arms across my chest, and huffed.
"You're such a jerk. You know that right?" I asked, glancing at him from my right eye. He snorted.
"Whatever. I don't see the point to argue about whether I'm a jerk or not. It's just a word," he responded, turning toward me slightly. I lifted my right index finger.
"Actually, it's a label. But in your case," I started, his eyes widening in expectance. I smirked. "It sums up your entire personality!"
"You don't even know me," he shot back, irises narrowed. I sighed.
"You've got a point. But I don't have to know you to figure that out, Chicken Butt," I responded, as Sasuke snarled slightly.
"Shut up," he scowled, his face twisted in irritation. I curled my lip up, my jade eyes sparkling in the light of his glower.
"What's wrong? Can't take elementary school insults?" I started innocently, his eyes narrowing tighter and tighter, anger flashing across his features. I smiled cruelly. "Like a man?"
"I said shut up," he answered. I smiled and lifted my palms.
"You and your ego, Chicken Butt," I murmured, before pressing my index finger into my cheek, batting my eyes flirtatiously. "You want me to help make you feel better?"
"I'm warning you," he started, tightening his right hand at his side, "don't mess with me!"
I pounded my right fist into my left hand, smirking. "It isn't in me to give up, Uchiha Sasuke. You of all people should know that."
"Just…Shut up," he muttered, turning his face away. I let my hands fall, and snorted.
"Seriously, I'm only playing with you," I answered, lifting my right hand, and pressing it to the left side of his face soothingly. His onyx eyes flashed open, but he didn't swat my hand away. "You don't have to hide your face, Sasuke."
"Don't touch me," he replied, swatting my hand away with a swift sweep of his arm. I pulled my hand back, and folded my arms over my chest.
"Take it easy, will you Snips?" I teased, smiling playfully. He narrowed his eyes as he glared at me.
"You-" I shook my head, and tilted my head toward him, lifting my chin.
"Why're you in such a bad mood?" I asked directly, his eyes widening. "It's almost like you're a girl with PMS or something."
"What?" I pointed my thumb back in the general direction of my locker, keeping my composure.
"I've got some pads in my locker, do you need one?" Sasuke swinging his head toward me, his right eyebrow twitching.
"I don't need one," he replied, struggling to keep calm. I lowered my thumb and folded my arms over my chest again.
"Or maybe you like tampons?" A shadow fell over his eyes as he tightened his right hand at his side.
"Now I'm really mad," he muttered back, voice low. I lifted my palm to my face and giggled, only to earn a glower from my bristling acquaintance.
"Oh relax, Chicken Butt, it's not like I mean it," I replied, keeping my voice light as we turned the corner to the cafeteria. I smiled brightly as I registered the smells in the air. "Oh, they're selling pork and rice today! Sasuke, are you coming?"
"No way in hell, Forehead." My head dropped as if slammed by a ton of bricks. There went my silent question. The sound of his footsteps stopped. "You coming? Or are you going to stand there like a loser all day?"
I smiled with a twitching mouth, and took a few hurried steps toward him, my jade eyes blazing as I grabbed a hold of his collar and tossed my head. "FOR THE LAST TIME, I AM NOT A LOSER! CALL ME THAT ONE MORE TIME, AND I'LL POUND YOU A NEW ONE YOU STUPID LITTLE DUFUS!"
"Just get off me," he complained, and I jerked my hand back, hopping backwards one step, my pink hair swiveling beside my head. At my silence, he snorted. "Hn."
Then he turned, walking toward the lunch line with his hands shoved into his pockets. I watched, safe from the background as he slowly drifted further and further from my reach, my lips trembling. My right hand stung with the absence of his cheek, the fire bursting to life under my skin as I watched him walking further and further away from me. My heart threatened to break within the crushing grip of the poison.
I didn't want to lose the closeness we'd shared just moments ago. We could be friends. I knew that we could become close. I knew that we could become friends, people we could come to if we ever needed comforting or someone to vent to. I knew those things, and yet my feet were frozen where I stood. I wanted to run after him, I longed to feel him within the circle of my arms, but my mind was blown. He was difficult. Extremely difficult. And he was under my skin.
Without a second thought, I jerked my head back and jumped forward, lifting my arms up as I chased after him. I would stifle those feelings under my skin like I had all those years ago. I wouldn't become any more than just friends with him. That was all I wanted anyway. I was just so excited that I'd found him after nine years of searching. That excitement was messing with my head. That, and the venom flowing through my veins.
"Sasuke, wait!" I called after him, the raven-haired boy stopping and turning midway to the end of the line, his onyx eyes annoyed.
"What do you want now, Forehead?" I continued running toward him, my pink hair swinging out behind me like a strawberry cloud. My jade eyes sparkled as I slid to a stop in front of him, jerking my head up easier than I had imagined.
"Do you have a place to sit?" I asked as I folded my arms over my chest. He tilted his head, and gave me an irritated look.
"What?" I narrowed my eyes, and snorted.
"Hard of hearing?" I shot back from over my shoulder, his onyx eyes narrowing. We watched each other, bolts of lightning crackling between our foreheads. Finally, he snorted, and gave me a one-eyed glance.
"Hn," he replied, to my utter astonishment. I let my hands fall to rest upon my hips. I leaned forward, and smirked.
"You're sitting with Hyūga and me then, Chicken Butt?" I asked, Sasuke's one eyed glance shifting into a one eyed glare.
"Hard of hearing?" he flung back. I lifted my palm to my mouth and laughed.
"Okay, okay. Let's go then," I answered, taking a few steps toward the line, Sasuke shoving his hands back into his pockets and falling into step a few paces behind me.
I could feel him behind me, close enough for me to reach, but not quite next to me. That was fine. I didn't want him beside me right now anyway. I was enjoying arguing with him more than anything. It was almost like I couldn't think of anything else while I argued with him, the only thing I could focus on was how to respond to his next comment or insult. And I loved it. I loved arguing with him. No fantasy could ever justify how much enjoyment I got out of arguing with him.
I glanced back at him from the corner of my left eye, and smiled cruelly. I was going to enjoy messing with his head more than anything else in the world. I would save the fantasies of utter bliss for my dreaming. In this Wonderland, I was the Queen of Hearts, and the world was my stage. He was Alice, my target, the object of my nefarious plot. My jade eyes would remain firmly fixed upon this goal. This one goal that I harbored deep inside myself. I would torture Uchiha Sasuke as badly as possible.
I would mess with his head, tease him until he exploded, and I wouldn't stop until I felt complete and utter satisfaction. I was cruel, I was callous, and I didn't care. He was on my territory now, and as far as I was concerned, he deserved it. But of course, I would take it easy on him since he didn't have much experience with socializing. But after the time I had allotted to cutting him some slack, I wouldn't hold back. I would lure him in deeper and deeper into the Lotus Forest, then feed him to the snapdragons.
Yes, Alice was in for the kill. Yes, the Queen of Hearts was bloodthirsty. And she wouldn't stop until Alice was lost inside the forest of insanity. My cruel smile curled up even higher. Off with his head, I would say. Served him right for intoxicating me. Messing with his head would be great entertainment, as would watching him fall into the state of absolute confusion. And I would enjoy it even more if I was the one who'd dragged him there. Deep inside myself, my heart clutched my crimson kunai with the heart dangling from the end. To hell with Queen Victoria. Her time had ended a long, long time ago. And mine had just begun.