A/N: Waddup folks, just take a deep breath and continue reading.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Naruto although I would love a Naruto Chibi. At night. Together. Getting the picture???
~Why I should have killed you~
Chapter 2: Don't you dare touch me
I couldn't believe it.
My secret was out and it was that asshole who found out. I walked into my apartment and collapsed on the bed. I took of my shirt then the bra I was wearing. The two silicon support fell out onto my lap and I broke down crying.
For five years, I had dressed like a woman and no one, not even my manager, knew. It had to be that stupid boy and on top of that, he kissed me.
What I'm really mad about is not the fact that he kissed me. It was that I actually enjoyed the kiss.
God, thinking that my body was immune was so stupid. It actually yearned for him. I decided a bubble bath would do me good.
When I was done, I was feeling like Chinese so I ordered in. The stupid delivery boy tried to flirt with me but I slammed the door on his face. He wasn't bad looking.
I tried to concentrate on my food but, I just couldn't. My brain kept going back on the kiss and how good it had felt to kiss him. I shook my head to clear that pleasant…um…I meant unpleasant vision. I had ordered orange chicken and my mind was picturing me eating the chicken off broken leg guy's chest.
This is not working. I knew that I was setting myself up to be hurt again and although I did not wish it, he was tempting. So, to prevent myself from being hurt, I would kill him.
Kill him. Kill him. Sill him. Sell him. Sedill him. Seduce him. Seduce him.
This wasn't working. If I had to kill him, I had to make it fast. No looking back and no evidence left. Yes, I will kill him.
1:00 am
I left the house with my equipments and walked to the hospital. Although it was warm, I felt icy fingers probing my conscience and my back.
I wondered what it would feel like if his hands were probing me.
Damn, I had to focus.
Taking care of the girl at the front desk was no problem. No, she wasn't dead and no, I won't tell you what I did to her because I don't want any more guilt with what I'm about to do. Besides, I feel no guilt.
I sneakily made my way to his room and opened the door. I gently closed it behind me and carefully stepped to his bed. I was wearing my special gloves which left no evidence. The sight of him on the bed made me freeze.
He was thrashing on the bed and moaning. At first I couldn't make out what he was saying but after awhile, it sounded like my name which I don't remember giving to him.
It sounded like he was dreaming about me and him.
I stepped closer to look at his orange hair splayed on the pillow. His mouth was open in sheer bliss and I could only stifle a gasp as he moaned my name again. The tattoo on my forehead felt hot as its true meaning moaned my name.
Suddenly he turned and his hand snagged me from where I was standing. I fell against him; he opened his eyes, confessed his love and fucked me thoroughly.
No fucking chance.
I fell onto his broken leg then proceeded to kick the leg which woke him up. He asked what the fuck I was doing in his fucking room and why I was kicking his fucking broken leg. He swore some more and thrashed around and finally he calmed down. It was a wonder no one came to check on him.
"How the fuck did you get in?"
"I have my ways, now tell me how the fuck did you know my name?"
"I'll tell you if I get one more kiss." Cocky.
"Only in hell which is where I'm about to sent you."
"Why would you be sending me to hell?" he asked with a cocked eyebrow.
"Because you're alive."
"Wrong question then. How would you be doing that?"
"Duh, by killing you."
"Why would you kill me?"
"Because you're still alive and asking ridiculous questions."
"Or is it because I create feelings in you that you are afraid of?"
"No fucking way."
"Come here," he said.
"Yes, I'm coming to kill you," I said as I edged closer to him.
As soon I was in range, he reached out and grabbed me. He wrapped his hands around me and held me tighter than anyone ever had. Although I screamed for him to let me go, he did not. He held on to me until I broke down crying.
He then whispered my name in a way that brought back shivering memories of us together. Of our heated bodies entwined and our scream of bliss as we climaxed together.
I knew that I knew him. I just didn't want to remember. I just didn't want to recall the pain of withdrawal that I went through. I twisted in his arm and wrapped my hands around his neck.
He kissed my tears and told me everything was going to be alright. He kissed me and this time it was as light as feathers and although I knew my plan to ill him had failed. I was in a way, glad.
I didn't want to stay long in case the girl at the front desk woke up so I held him until he fell asleep and I snuck out.
A/N: This story is progressing but I haven't decided on what to call them Also, sorry it's so short because if I want to do I long one, I'll put it off till a month later but I can do these short chapters every couple of days. For the broken leg guy, I was thinking a Naruto or Gaara. And for the psycho messed up bitch I was thinking Gaara or Sai. I love Sai's belly and I really want to use him but it'll be sooo much fun to explore Gaara's secret spots, don't you think so. So I'm still thinking, if you prefer any, just let me know.