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If looks could kill, than you'd be charged for murder.
.::Chapter 2::.
Sasuke's POV
Pretending to be a new student, I must say, was a brilliant idea. Even for me. An added delight, I found out that going in alphabetical order [it was also discovered that Japan seats students by first names] me and Sakura are sure to sit by each other. It's almost too perfect, I realized. Too easy. I longed to walk the Earth as a human once more. Not needing to return to the underworld every so often, not needing to hear others talk about how bad you are if you go to Hell.
Mistakes fucking happen, is all I can say. If you don't like it deal. Despite what people may think, God only takes the saints. If you can get damned to Hell for stealing than what I did must be off the charts. God's pretty strict about his all mighty commandments.
(grudgegrudgegurdge)
I've never spoken to God directly, not that I'd want to. If he can't justify my reasoning than I don't fucking want to be in heaven.
My eyes travel to Sakura and a feeling bubbles up inside me. A feeling that just makes me want to take her right here and right now, not caring what anyone else would do or think. Not caring about the consequences. Not caring if it wouldn't work; I'd take the chance. Her smile was intoxicating, even to me, the demon.
I must remember that patience is a virtue, for I can't rush this process. I haven't even talked to this Sakura girl yet for longer than a few seconds, if at all really...
I need to get her to like me. I need to become her dream man. A long task, at that. I must study her, for the end result will be worth all the work. Perhaps tonight, I will visit her house.
Then again, I don't think that that's actually a good idea. She knows who I am now; if I got caught it would only destroy my chances of having her. The school bell rang loudly and I entered the room and took my seat to her left. I took notice how she scribbled down her name neatly. Lefty.
So why do I have to change
The way I am, for you (and why do I have to change)
The way I talk, when I'm with you.
About 10% of the world's population is left-handed. There is a genetic component that determines right versus left-hand dominance, and it's called the LRRTM1 gene. People with this gene are more likely to be lefties.
Studies have shown that lefties are "exceptional." Australian research shows that left-handed people think more quickly when playing computer games or sports. They are more creative and logical thinking people.
Light.
Innocent.
Cherry blossom pink, seafoam green.
Gorgeous.
I smirked to myself, realizing that this new obsession of mine was becoming quite the nuisance. This girl, what is so different about her? I haven't even spoken to her but more than three minutes, yet I feel I've known her for a lifetime.
The Lord called me down to the underworld today, so I had to miss 'school'. I've been trying to find a soul mate to switch bodies with for centuries and the Lord is getting tired. He told me that I have a month until he decided to take over my body. Tch, like I'd ever let that happen.
Saturday, November 21, 2008
Day 1
Today, I feel is a wasted day. If only I was able to be in school yesterday, I could've at least introduced myself properly to her or something. At least then if I had run into her over the weekend (which I probably would have) it wouldn't be so weird if I talked to her. So I reverted back to my followinghereverywherenotstalkerish ways.
She is wearing an elegant black corset and a mini skirt, and I can't help the bubbling feeling that wells up inside of me because I know that I don't want anyone else seeing her like that (because only I can).
My eyes scan her pale yet smooth legs that show way too much skin.
(sexyhotgorgeoustemptingamazinglegs)
I shook my head trying to get rid of the image of Sakura naked and focused on when I would finally become human. To be free. I seldom thought of what would happen to her after I took her place on the Earth, but I assumed she would go to Hell. After it was too late, I realized that I was frowning. What would happen to that innocent girl? Haruno Sakura in Hell. I didn't like to dwell on the thought – something akin to guilt rose in my chest.
I've been following her for over eight hours and she hasn't eaten anything. I began to grow angry, wasn't she hungry? She's so skinny she has to need to eat by now.
My nerves calm down just a tad as I see her enter her house eating a…salad? That's it? This girl's crazy. I realize that it's getting late and I should go back to my temporary home, right across the street from her house. Besides, she's bound to catch me if I keep following her. I'm not an idiot.
End of the day Status- Wasted day. If Lord Orochimaru is true to his word, I only have 29 days left. I have all I need to know about her. Tomorrow, I initiate the plan.
(Now tell me) Why do I have to –
Love you?
Why do I have to –
Trust you?
Sunday, November 22, 2008
Day 2
I woke up with a pounding headache, and a stomach ache. Realizing that I hadn't eaten yesterday (and I was criticizing her!) I treaded to the kitchen to grab something light to eat. I opened the fridge and grabbed a juicy tomato from the bottom shelf. Walking towards the sink, I hastily rinsed it off and towel dried it. I took a huge bite and the juice dribbled down my chin. Ah yes, the simple pleasures in life. If only humans could appreciate them, perhaps their lives would be far more worth living. Then perhaps, Hell wouldn't get so many suicidal undead. Lord Orochimaru doesn't want those freaks anyway.
Being that today is still the weekend, and being that I have no time to lose, I decided that I would go to her house. Act innocent, say that my mother wants to know if she had any sugar, and talk to her for a while. Any progress is better than what I have now. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror for a minute second; however I saw every detail I needed. Today I had to look my best, act my best, hell even smell my best. I chuckled at myself, realizing that I was acting childish. Of course she was attracted to me, all women (and some men for that matter) were. I do not want to overwhelm her with my astounding beauty. (egotisticalprick).
I took notice of the cool November winds blowing the leaves around. Could be considered to be chilly, I suppose, to a human. My footsteps shuffled across the cement, crisp leaves crunches beneath my touch. Something akin to relief washed through my system; probably from the fresh air.
I took a deep breath as I climbed up the stairs to reach her front porch. My silent heart would be pounding through my chest if I were not dead (evilevilevil). I slightly raised my fist to her door, placing my palm against it for a moment. My eyes closed, allowing my sense of hearing to become dominate. I listened to her humming a tune that I was not familiar with and I took a mental note to figure out what kind of music she listens to. I heard her sneeze and fought the contemplation to say 'God Bless You' albeit God certainly did not bless me. I checked my watch.
1:27PM
Pushing all other thoughts aside, I put on my best behavior and pounded on her door loudly.
Her feet thumped noisily across her (wooden?) floor. Everything became silent for the briefest second before the door knob turned and her stunning (for a human) form was revealed to me.
A/N- sorry that my update was late (again I'm really lazy) but I was busy eating yummy candy (oh yeahh) haha I just realized that this story will take place during thanksgiving. I got some tricks up my sleeve for that. Review :D