Sangreal Chapter 2: Two, a naruto fanfic

Chapter 1 down, however many more still left to do! I have been sticking to my outline, faithfully, and I hope that this time I won't write myself into a corner. I'll keep this author note short because I doubt anyone is actually reading this ^^.

Regular

Thoughts

"Talking"

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Naruto is not mine, unfortunately.

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Enjoy

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I withdrew my hand from the space that the ice had just been in. Slowly backing up, I glanced around to see if anyone had witnessed any of this bizarreness.

Nope, no one. Figures.

My mind raced as I quickly turned around and ran around a couple corners till I was onto a busy sidewalk. The loud noises didn't help stop the millions of questions and possibilities in my head.

What was I to do? Would more of those two girls come for me? I knew I couldn't go back to my apartment. Whoever had sent those two girls would certainly figure out sooner or later that the two girls weren't coming back, and probably send more after me.

My eyes welled up as I realized that I couldn't come back to the city or my apartment again. I couldn't just find a new apartment in the city now that whoever sent those two girls knew I was somewhere in it. I sat down as the realization slammed into me for good. Before it had seemed so unreal and dreamlike, but now I realized that I was in real danger. I couldn't just sit here like a sitting duck, waiting for more of them to come kill me, I had to get moving.

I scratched at the back of my neck as a tingling sensation went down my back. The adrenaline rushed through my veins as I pulled out my phone. Only one person came to my mind that could possibly help me and thank goodness she was on speed dial number three.

"Hello?" My heart slowed down as I heard the soothing voice of my Auntie. She had always been there for me, even after my parents had died in a freak accident.

"Hi Auntie Tsunade." I winced at the breathlessness of my voice, and the quivering that made my voice sound shaky.

My auntie seemed to sense it too because there was silence for a moment before she responded. "What's wrong Sakura dear?"

My lips trembled at her motherly worried tone. I missed someone being there for me and watching out for me, especially now. Even though I wanted to tell her what was wrong I wasn't sure how to word it.

"Sakura, are you there?" The urgency of my Auntie's voice brought me back from my pondering and I stared down at my shaking hand as if it was a foreign object. This very hand had somehow turned ice to water without me knowing how it had done it. Maybe it just wasn't my hand that had done it, maybe it had been all of me.

Shit, was I some kind of alien without knowing it?

Shaking the silly idea from my head, I responded back to my aunt who was probably wondering if I had died or something with my long silence. "I-I don't know what h-happened, it j-just—unreal, unexplainable…" my words tumbled out of my mouth without me thinking about it, not that my thinking about it would make it any better.

"It's okay Sakura dear, calm down. I'm going to buy you a plane ticket and you can come up to Tokyo and…" She left the sentence hanging and I immediately filled it in in my head, and we can figure out why I am having a mental breakdown over the phone.

"I'd like that Auntie, thank you," I couldn't relate how much relief was flowing through me at this moment. To be able to get away from this scene of weirdness and out of this city where people were suddenly showing up to kill me helped me breathe a little easier, even though it would be hard to leave all the same.

"The soonest flight they have is in two hours and I'll send someone to pick you up since I have business to attend here at the university."

"Okay, I'll see you soon Auntie."

"Bye dear, try to stay calm with whatever the situation is." The line went dead after she had delivered her advice. My heart had finally stopped trying to break out of my chest and I got up to get a taxi to the airport. As the taxi pulled up next to the curb I looked back at what had been my life this morning, and what was some scary place that was so very different now. My fingers scratched at the back of my neck as another tingle went down my spine as I stepped into the Taxi.

"Where to Miss?"

"The airport please." My old life disappeared from the window too quickly as my new life came speeding towards me.

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Duo.

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"Miss, please lift up your tray and put your purse under your seat because we will be taking off shortly." The flight attendant stared down at me till I shifted around and removed my bag from the tray and stuck it under the seat in front of me. I muttered an apology as I lifted my tray and buckled my seat belt, knowing the flight attendant would ask me to do the latter next.

"Thank you Miss." She gave me a snobby look before she walked back down the isle towards the front of the first class seats, where the best of the first class seats were. I watched as she stopped to talk to what looked like a man in one of the front seats. Her flirty smile looked so skanky I wanted to laugh at the misfortune of the man in that seat. She laughed at something the man said before playfully slapping his shoulder, her laugh reaching my ears and making me cringe.

Whatever, he was probably fifty years old and liked her flirty attitude. I looked at the back of the man's head, his hair not having one gray hair. If he was sitting in one of the priciest seats on one of the best airplane companies, he probably had enough sense to get his hair died after he had turn forty.

The flight attendants moved towards their seats, including the annoying one and I waited for the plane to start to move. My stomach did flip flops as we ascended into the sky and hit stray wind streams. Finally we leveled off and smoothed out. The gentle rocking of the plane and dimmed lights soothed me to sleep and I welcomed a break from the questionable nightmare my life had turned into.

I opened my eyes to find myself in the same meadow, only this time there was a sound in the distance. I glanced around to find where the sound was coming from and I saw my reflection in the clear pond.

I was dressed in armor, battle armor, and there was a katana strapped to my back, its hilt visible over my shoulder. The hilt was beautiful, its leather a dark brown and what looked like cherry blossoms woven into the leather, if that was even possible.

I didn't even stop to think about if it was possible considering my other dream had consisted of a dome of water and walking on said water.

My hair was longer than I actually kept it, and it was weaved into a long pink braid. I pulled the braid over my shoulder to look at it closer and saw that there was a silver thread weaved into the braid, its twists and swirls reminding me of water and waves.

I ran my fingers over the armor and found it to feel like leather also. Oddly enough it was a mix of silver and the color of water under the moonlight. It also had what looked like ancient writing all over it in a swirling design.

My head snapped up as the noise sounded through the meadow again.

It sounded like metal meeting metal but it was louder than I expected. Pushing off the ground I glanced down and saw I was wearing long silver boots that came up and over my cloth pants. I looked back up and walked towards the reddish orange light emitting from the edge of the meadow.

I gasped at the horrible scene I saw when I emerged from the fringe of trees. It was a huge battlefield, its ground littered with hundreds, maybe even thousands of bodies. Fire was everywhere and emitted a black smoke that blackened the sky.

"What the. . .?" My attention was caught by the war cries of a huge group that rushed towards the middle of the battlefield, my heart strings tugging as if I knew most of the warriors.

I saw something rise from the ground and felt my heart drop to the pit of my stomach as these torn up bodies rose from under the ground, their claws digging into the ground as they surfaced. Suddenly a new feeling rushed through me. It felt like the need to go help the warriors, like they were my comrades, and fight till the end besides them.

My head snapped up as I sensed something approaching me. I stumbled backwards as a man landed in front of me, his black wings stretched out in unimaginable beauty behind him as they caught the wind. The powerful wind made my braid fall from my shoulder and trail behind me. He wore the same armor as me only instead of a silvery blue it was a fiery red. Two katana hilts peeked over his shoulders, their leather weaved with dangerous looking dragons.

His wings fluttered before they retracted into his back and I stared in amazement as they melded into his back. Some gut instinct in me told me that I held the same ability to fly, with wings just as beautiful as his. I doubted anything I had was as beautiful as his wings, and his face was even more beautiful.

His black hair was just as black as his wings, like the midnight sky, and his eyes were slowly bleeding red as he continued to stare at me. His face held features that were so strong; I had never seen anything more spectacular in my nineteen years.

My gut twisted again, but this time it was telling me that he was something more than just an angel to me, more than a protector.

My heart stuttered as he held out his hand towards me, beckoning me to come to him. The same ancient symbols that were in my armor spiraled down his arms and branched out to meet at the top of his hands. As I stared longer at the markings they started to move like the flames of a fireplace. Warm, soothing, and loving.

Without thinking I raised my hand and took his. I looked from out joined hands up to my own arms, not surprised to find my own markings on my own arms. They ran up my arms and disappeared under the sleeves of my armor. I stared at the markings as they danced like the waves, bringing with it the soothing feel of the rain on my skin. Surprised, I realized that it wasn't raining and that my arms weren't even wet.

The sound of metal sliding across a sheath made me look back up at the sinfully beautiful man. His had drawn one of his katana with his free hand. My own free hand mimicked his and I drew my own, its blade different from his. While his was slimmer and straighter, mine was larger and its blade was curved more.

I expected the blade to be heavier since it was larger, but its weight seemed normal in my hand. He pulled me towards the edge of the cliff that overlooked the battlefield and unclasped my hand. I felt this sadness erupt within me at the loss his touch but my face turned cherry red as he raised the same hand and caressed my face as he leaned in and kissed me.

Never before had someone so passionately kissed me. His lips were smooth and powerful against mine. He kissed me as if there would be no tomorrow, and somewhere inside me I had this feeling that there might not be for one of us once the war was over. He nipped at my lips and drew my upper lip between his lips to suck it wetly before releasing it to kiss me softly. Just as I was beginning to get over my shock and kiss him back he drew back. Lightly kissing me twice more, he caressed my face before taking my hand again.

Turning towards the battlefield, he looked at me one last time, the hidden message of love clearly showing on his face.

I felt my markings tingle on my arms as my arm hairs stood up. My back tingled and I felt something light and huge retract from my back like petals blossoming from a flower bud. I looked over the battlefield sorrowfully before looking back at the man, his black wings majestically coming up from his back also. He looked back at me before we jumped off the cliff, our katanas held high, ready to strike.

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I woke with a start, my back tingling. I scratched at the back of my neck before unbuckling my seat belt and heading for the bathroom.

Something about the dream unnerved me and put my on edge. I didn't normally have dreams about heart stopping men with heart stopping looks. Nor did I have dreams about gory battles and flying.

I stood outside the bathroom, waiting impatiently for the person in there to hurry up. I was tempted to go to the other side of the plane and use that one but with one glance down the isle and seeing the annoying flight attendant flirting with another one of the rich passengers made me change my mind.

"Finally," I muttered as some old guy came out of the bathroom. He better not have stunk of the bathroom or I was not only going to be irritated but also nauseous for the rest of the plane ride.

Once inside I put down the seat on the toilet and sat down shakily. There was still a tingle going down my spine and I tried to relax my stiff back to make it go away. I glanced around the incredibly small bathroom and stood up, relieved that the tingling was receding. I looked at my pale face in the mirror before bending down to wet my face.

Just as I was about to splash the water on my face, the plane hit turbulence and sent the water spraying onto the mirror and causing me to press my hands against the mirror to stop myself from slamming into it.

My heart pounded in my chest and I breathed a sigh of relief when the plane smoothed out again. I hated planes, I really did. Not only were they thousands of feet in the air, they always bumped around and made standing up difficult.

A light cracking sound sounded through the bathroom. My mind ran blank with fear as I felt the tingling grow stronger in my spine and slowly raised my head to see where the sound had come from.

I felt whatever color had been in my face drain away at the sight in front of me. Branching out from my hands on the mirror were tendrils of ice. Cold hard ice, its coldness biting into my fingers and causing the hair on my arms to rise.

I watched as the water dripping down the mirror and away from the ice started to harden into ice. My eyes followed a drop of water as it made its way down the mirror but I could faintly hear the sound of more cracking as the droplet slowed and hardened into ice.

My mouth hung open in pure, unreal shock.

And I didn't even know where it had come from this time. There were no puddles in the bathroom. Had it come from the water in the sink? I looked back up at the mirror.

Small drops of water were making their way down the mirror towards the sink but most of it was stuck to the mirror, in ice.

My shock dispersed into fear as I pulled my hands away from the mirror is if it was a boiling hot stove top. My back slammed into the wall that was only feet away from the mirror as I tried to gasp in air.

No, not again. My mind rang over and over with that one sentence. Not even a day ago had this same problem appeared, shaking me to my core and making me flee my home. Now it was happening on a plane, where I couldn't go anywhere and my fear was amounting to a mental breakdown.

I looked down at my shaking hands and realized they were dry. I know I hadn't dried my hands but I didn't know how they were dry.

A loud banging on the plastic door almost made me jump. Trying to calm my pounding heart I started to pick at the ice on the mirror.

"I'll be out in a second," I spoke through the door to the person on the other end. The pounding stopped and I finally got all the ice off the mirror. Running the water I washed all the ice down the drain and wiped the mirror dry.

"Excuse me, there are other passengers that need to use the bathroom so if you would please hurry up," the voice came through the door and I quickly opened it to find the annoying flight attendant glaring at me. I guess she had detached herself from the men of the plane long enough to pick on me instead.

"Sorry, the movement of the plane makes me feel sick," I lied as I walked down the isle, my hands clenching as the tingling of my spine slowly faded. Not only had the tingling started to appear more, but it made my arm hairs rise and was unnerving.

I rubbed my hands together uncomfortably and realized my hands were icy cold. My hands froze and I put them under my thighs, hoping they would warm up with some body heat. I didn't care what others thought of how it looked, they had probably done weirder things in their lifetimes, but I just wanted my hands back to a normal temperature.

The time seemed to drag on as the plane bumped around and slowly made its way towards Tokyo. Finally the buckle your seat belt sign came on and it was announced that in about twenty five minutes we would be on the ground. As the plane slowly started to descend I felt calmness overcome me as I drew nearer to my Auntie.

"Welcome to Tokyo everyone. It is 82 degrees out and it will be sunny for the rest of the week. Thank you for flying with us and have a great day." The plane finally jerked as it hit the ground and came to a stop.

Thanking my Auntie that I was in first class, I quickly got off the plane and out into the airport. One of the luxuries of first class flying was the fact that you always got to get off the plane first.

Glancing at my cell phone's clock I was shocked to find that it was almost eleven o'clock. I hadn't realized that plane ride was that long, or that I had slept that long on the plane. My whole body tingled, what a shocker, at the memory of the dream, and the kiss, oh god that kiss. I could feel my cheeks heating up at the mere memory and I shoved it to the back of my mind before my face could resemble a cherry.

I pressed the speed dial number three and waited.

"Hello Sakura dear."

"Hi Auntie, my flight just landed," I answered into the phone, wishing I was already at her home, safe and sound.

"Yes the boys I sent just got off their flight also and they should be picking up their luggage right about now. Where are you dear?" Her soothing voice came through the speaker and I smiled at the feeling it gave me, the feeling of home.

"I'm not sure, the gate says Gate 26 and it's near this breakfast café called La Mañana," I looked at the café and the muffins in the glass display. My mouth watered as my stomach grumbled. I blushed and glanced around, hoping no one had heard that.

"Okay, you stay there and I'll tell them to make their way towards the gate. I shall see you later Sakura dear and we will see if we can figure things out."

"Thank you Auntie, I can't wait to see you."

"Me too dear." The line went dead and I put my phone in my bag. I was anxious to see Auntie Tsunade but at the same time I feared she would thing I was some kind of freak now. Or even worse, she wouldn't know what to do, which was very rare.

Suddenly I realized I had forgotten to ask her what the boys looked like that were picking me up. Even though I wanted to call her back and ask her I figured she was busy enough as it was and decided the boys could find me easy enough. I mean, how many people had natural pink hair? I was the only one I knew of.

My stomach growled again and I headed over to the breakfast café, eager to shut my stomach up and taste one of the delicious looking muffins. After I had ordered a chocolate chip muffin and a bottle of water, I headed over to one of the tables and sat down.

I thought about all that I had left behind. My apartment, comfy and cozy, and my home. The university I was going to had been a community college since that was all I could afford, not that my intelligence was that limited. The city was familiar to me, all my favorite places mapped out near my apartment.

I propped my head on my hand, suddenly not so hungry. Picking at my half eaten muffin I blew some of the hair out of my face and watched other travelers and workers pass by, waiting for the 'boys' to come pick me up, if they ever found me.

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"Marry me Sasuke!"

"I love you!"

"She's ugly, I'm the pretty one!"

"I love you the most!"

Sasuke ignored the shouts as he walked into the airport terminal. He pulled out his phone, clicking the on button before shoving it back into his pocket.

Such annoying fangirls, they never gave up. His annoyance grew as he tried to get through the crowd of girls. They really did have an IQ of two. They didn't get the hint that he wasn't interested in their pathetic asses.

"Hey! Wait up chicken ass." The blond tried to get through the girls. Sasuke didn't look back as he broke through the group of girls and headed for the luggage recovery area. He wasn't going to waste time waiting in a group of annoying girls for Naruto to catch up.

Naruto's shouts were muffled as the fangirls started to follow Sasuke. Suddenly he was right next to Sasuke, unfortunately. "Geez wouldn't kill you to wait for me."

"When it comes to you, then yes it would."

"No it wouldn't. I'm your besty in the whole wide world." Naruto punched him in the arm and gave him a cheeky smile.

"Do that again and I'll break your wrist off, besty." Naruto was about to punch him in the arm again until he saw Sasuke's dark look. His arm instead took a different course and scratched the back of his head.

"So, the sun is shining... the birds are chirping and—"Naruto started to wave his arms around, ignoring the annoyed looks people gave him when he almost smacked them.

"Shut up." Naruto looked as Sasuke, his arms still flapping until he hit an old lady. The gray wig fell off the lady's head. Suddenly the old lady looked up, fire in her eyes, and lifted her purse.

Smack.

"ACK! Watch it lady. It was an accident. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Naruto ran away, looking over his shoulder at the old lady that chased him.

Sasuke walked off. Why should he care if Naruto got chased by some old lady. It was his fault after all; his arms were like helicopter propellers, and his mouth was even worse, louder than the loudest engine and foghorn combined.

But oh well, once a dobe, always a dobe.

As he walked he thought about the plane ride. It had been hell as usual, considering Naruto was sitting next to him the whole time. Naruto never did get the concept of silence or patience.

The girls continued to screech as Sasuke walked through the airport. He sighed as he saw Naruto run past him, the old lady still chasing him. He couldn't help but smirk. The blond always managed to get into some stupid situation.

"Take that you old hag. Want your wig? Come get it." Naruto cackled as he ran by again, waving a gray wig above his head. The old lady ran by, her head bald except for a few gray hairs.

"Get back here you young moron. Give me my wig back." Sasuke watched them disappear around the corner, their voices fading.

Sasuke walked up to the luggage belt and waited for his luggage. He hauled it off the belt and made sure he had all of it. Yep, one suitcase, check.

A couple suitcases down was a bright orange suitcase with the words I Love Ramen stitched in the side. Sasuke watched as the luggage belt carried it past, not even contemplating to get it off the belt.

"Hey wait! That's my suitcase, come back!" Sasuke watched as Naruto tried to catch up with his luggage before it went back into the luggage holder behind the dangling plastic flaps. He was too slow and the bright orange suitcase disappeared on the belt.

"Bastard, you could have at least gotten my suitcase for me." Naruto glared at Sasuke while he waved his hands. "Now it's somewhere behind that stupid wall and will probably get shipped off to some place far-far-far-far-far away."

"It's your fault if you decided you would rather get your ass kicked by an old lady than get your luggage." Sasuke stared at Naruto before he pulled out his buzzing cell phone.

"What?"

"Is that how you greet your elders Uchiha?" Sasuke rolled his eyes.

"What do you want Headmaster?"

"I need you to pick up my niece at the airport."

"Pick her up yourself."

"Being the Headmaster of your university doesn't mean I have free time in the middle of the day to run to the airport and since you are already there, you can pick her up, or fail and have to repeat the year. Your pick."

Sasuke resisted the urge to slam his cell phone against the nearest object, which was Naruto. Naruto, sensing his anger, slowly backed away with his arms raised. His attention was caught on his bright orange suitcase which was on its second loop on the belt, and almost to the wall with the dangling plastic flaps again. He tried to catch up to it, but tripped on a suitcase and did a face plant into the ground.

"Aww not again!" He sat there on the floor, grumpily glaring at the wall.

"Fine, we'll pick her up once the moron gets his suitcase, if he ever does," Sasuke gritted out into the phone, hating being told what to do.

"Good, she's at Gate 26 and in a café called La Mañana. I expect she will come to the university in one piece, and still in her right mind, if Naruto is there. Oh and she has pink hair, you won't be able to miss her."

Sasuke hung up the phone after grunting in reply. Not only did he have to go to class after spending a ten hour flight on a plane next to a non stop talking Naruto, but not he had to babysit some teenager, with pink hair. What was she, twelve? Not only that, but she was probably going to cling to him like all the other girls.

Great, could his day get any shittier?

"Yahoo! I got it, I got it, I got it. Take that you possessed wall of hell!" Naruto started kicking the wall like it actually had feelings. Sasuke stared at Naruto before turning around and heading towards the Gates 1-30. No way was he going to waste time trying to break up the fight Naruto was trying to pick with a wall.

Hoping he would at least get around the corner before Naruto realized he was gone, his wish was ignored as Naruto came sprinting up to him, hauling his suitcase behind him as if it wasn't holding maybe twenty packs of ramen and some clothes, and weighing more than it appeared.

"Bastard." Sasuke ignored him, looking up at the sign and taking a left as the sign had directed.

"Headmaster called and wants us to pick up her niece."

"Wow and you agreed? That's a first chicken ass." Sasuke glared at him, daring him silently to use that nickname again. Naruto gave him a cheeky grin and swung his suitcase up onto his shoulder, almost taking out a man behind him.

"She threatened to fail me."

"You could have threatened to fire her."

"That's not my place, it's my brother's," Sasuke mumbled, wishing it was his place so he could threaten her. Unfortunately, he knew his brother wouldn't fire her even if he asked, and she was the best headmaster in the country and his brother wouldn't settle for anything less.

"Where are we picking her up?"

"Gate 26. She has pink hair or something. Sounds like a twelve year old to me, like I want to babysit." Naruto snorted at the mental image of Sasuke in an apron and a twelve year old girl with hearts in her eyes clinging to his leg.

"Maybe Granny Tsunade will let us have the rest of the day off for picking her up," Naruto sounded hopeful. "And if that happens we can go eat Ramen!"

"Doubt it."

"Why must you always burst my bubble?" Naruto started to screech again, drawing attention to them. Not that the fangirls didn't already.

Sasuke smacked him in the side of the head, hoping it would shut him up. It had an opposite affect on him, making his voice raise louder. "Shut it dobe."

They finally neared Gate 26 and looked around, trying to find a head of pink hair. If she was twelve she was probably short so they started to look for a short pink haired person.

With no such luck they walked over to the café nearby and sat down at one of the tables, watching the passing people and looking for a pink haired person.

Guess his day could get worse.

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I sighed as I checked my phone for the millionth time. Where were they? It had been at least half and hour and I was getting restless. Getting up I threw my picked at muffin away and headed towards the bathroom a little ways down towards Gate 25.

Walking into the bathroom I found it empty except for one other person. I smiled at her and she smiled back as she passed me and walked out of the bathroom.

Not really having to go to the bathroom, I washed my hands instead, hoping to stall time. Maybe I could waste enough time so that I would walk out there and they would be there, waiting for me like I had been waiting for them. Serves them right.

Relieved that my fingers weren't sticky from the muffin anymore I reached for a paper towel and started drying my hands. I glanced up for a second and froze.

Behind me stood a girl with short silver hair and black eyes, just like the other two girls. My fingers went numb with fear as the paper towel fell from my hands to the floor. I stared at her, willing it to be a dream. Maybe I was still on the plane and was dreaming all of this.

"You are not dreaming, on contraire this is all reality." The voice was as cold as the stare she was giving me and I felt my spine tingle. Had I just said that out loud? Or had she. . .?

"You didn't say it out loud, and yes I did." The girl's lips curled in a cruel smile, her eyes disappearing under her bangs as she tilted her head downwards towards the ground.

"W-who are you?" I hated that my voice quivered with fear but that's how I felt when I was alone in a bathroom with a girl that could read my mind. I hadn't realized till that point that I had turned around and was clutching the sink as if it was a lifeline.

The girl lifted her lips in another cruel smile and I realized she was reading my thoughts at this very moment. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, clearing my mind as best I could and focusing solely on the makeup of a type atom, its structure, and its uses.

Her head snapped up and she glared at me, clearly pissed off that I had been able to so easily evade her mind reading ability.

"Too bad I can't kill you, I would have enjoyed that, but oh well." Her smile turned sickly sweet. Just as I was wondering what she meant by not being able to kill me, I mean the other two hadn't hesitated, an older lady rushed into the bathroom. She glanced at the two of us, ignoring the tension and disappearing into one of the stalls.

"Until next time blossom." She calmly but swiftly walked out of the bathroom and into the passing people.

I didn't hesitate as I ran out of the bathroom, trying to find her in the crowd so I could follow her. Just who was sending all these people who wanted to kill me? And next time? I wasn't sure if I could stop there from being a next time, but I would try and prevent it as much as possible.

"Where...did she go?" My breath sounded loud in my ears as I spun around, trying to find a head of long silver hair. I knew I probably looked a little crazy, okay maybe a little more than crazy, but I needed to find her. I wasn't going to just let her leave without making her tell me who was trying to kill me. She may have thought of it as some game but I sure as hell didn't.

I slowly stopped looking around, realizing she was gone and it was useless to keep looking for her. Someone bumped into me and quickly apologized which made me realize I was in the middle of the walking group of people, blocking the way and making it harder for them to get to wherever they were going.

Miserably I quickly moved out of the way, and to the side of the terminal. Just as I was about to sit down someone taped me on the shoulder. For some odd reason filled with an adrenaline rush, I spun around thinking it was the girl.

I slammed into a chest and realized too late that the girl wouldn't tap on my shoulder. She would probably have already stabbed me with something before dragging me off to the inner pits of hell, if that was possible.

As I glanced up my mouth went dry and my mind went blank as I came face to face with someone who was definitely not female.

His beautiful face was identical to the one in my dream and only this time, instead of a look of love on his face, he had a glare directed straight at me.

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Okay, this is the last time of re-editing this chapter! I fixed the italics for thoughts problems and made some sentence adjustments so it's all good to go! Hopefully tomorrow I'll have chapter 3 done and the day after chapter 4 started. I was hoping that I would have an idea about what each chapter would be like considering I have a plot tree but I don't. I guess I'll just have to write as I go and plan out the chapters based on how I build them up.

Thank you and see you soon!