Wow! I swear there is so much to do and so much work and just so little time that I thought I'd never get back to this story. And I honestly have not even thought one second about it because I have not had the time to! And when I did have time I was sleeping and relaxing…not that writing isn't relaxing. :D But you know what I mean. Unfortunately every scene I have written in advance has not gotten a chance yet to be used but hopefully soon! Very soon I pray. And if not very soon, then I will make it very soon.
Warning: This has not been fully proofread, like all my other chapters, and will be proofread later, again like all my other chapters. You should know the drill by now, so maybe the day after tomorrow it'll be fully proofread.
Also there is a little secret I'll reveal at the end of this chapter, so see you down under!
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Sasuke stared down at the girl slumped against his arm. His fingers still held her hand captive against his thigh and instead of feeling uncomfortable about it he felt calm. Her hand felt like a soothing balm to his heated skin through his pants.
The movie dragged on, his attention not drawn to TV but to Sakura. Her body was soft and a heavy reassurance that this was not a dream and that she was actually there.
She smelled of lavender and plums. It swirled around him and gave him the urge to lean in and take a deep breath. It also made him want to cocoon himself in his blankets with her and wake up to her beautiful face.
He wanted her to rest her head on his pillow along side his and have his pillow smell of her for the rest of eternity.
Not only did these thoughts disturb him but they made the urges stronger. Why couldn't he just bury these feelings away in some box with the label 'Do Not Open' and push it into the back of his mind?
But like every other day since she had gotten here, he knew it wasn't that easy. And it never was, not when the feelings were so strong and foreign.
Sadness unwillingly washed over him when the movie ended, meaning Sakura had to go back to her room now.
He was tempted to just let her stay there, in his bed. No one would notice, it's not like the teachers actually checked to make sure everyone was in their own room.
But of course there were fangirls around every corner, ready to pounce and especially ready to gossip. They didn't care that Sasuke wanted privacy. They didn't care that he wasn't interested. And they especially didn't care when he said no, to them it just meant that tomorrow they had another opportunity to try.
Surely they would get wind of him letting Sakura sleep in his room, and so that was not an option. Not only would they swarm to him like bees, demanding the truth and in tears, but they would go after Sakura and try to eliminate her as a threat.
Sasuke couldn't help but think differently about Sakura. Unlike other girls, she had been trying to avoid him. And ignore him. And insult him.
Which she was doing a very good job of, not that he noticed. Oh no, the cold hearted Sasuke Uchiha did not notice what other girls did, especially when they were annoying.
But that was the problem. Sakura was annoying in a good way, if that was possible. She avoided him because she didn't want to see him, something no other girl would do. She ignored him because she didn't want to talk to him even when other girls would give anything to talk to him. And insulting him didn't even faze her, not when other girls could only compliment him.
Sasuke sighed and shifted his weight, wrapping his arm around Sakura's shoulders and pulling her upper body against his chest. His other arm went under her knees, lifting her completely off the bed.
He kneeled there on the bed, in his arms the only girl who had ever dared to stand up for herself against him.
And suddenly, like a flick of a light bulb in his head, he realized that even though he had been pushing her away, she had unknowingly carved herself somewhere into his heart.
As he carried her to her own bed and watched placed the covers over her, he vowed to himself that although she was in his heart that didn't mean he would let it show.
Not now. Not ever. Because he was not weak, and only the weak showed their inner feelings.
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Hepta.
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I woke to the birds annoying chirping outside my window. Couldn't they do that later in the day when everyone wasn't sleeping?
A crow decided to join the chorus just then, going back and forth with another bird.
Guess not.
As I sat up I expected to see a bedspread of blue, along with a certain hot male under it. But the bedspread was pink, and the only body under it was my own.
Disappointment ran through me before I could hold it back.
Then the confusion set in. Why was I in my own bed? The last thing I could remember was falling asleep, to my mortification, against Sasuke's shoulder.
On his bed.
I could feel the blush spread through my face, the heat making the rest of my body fire up. The sheets were suddenly stifling, along with the whole situation.
I wasn't allowed to wish to be in his bed, with him. Big no-no.
I wasn't allowed to want his body next to mine, warming me with his body heat. I didn't need his warmth.
And I certainly wasn't allowed to be disappointed because he wasn't next to me when I woke up.
It occurred to me then that somehow I must have gotten moved from his bed to mine. It couldn't have been Naruto who carried me either considering he could wake the living dead with his voice alone.
Hinata's back faced me as she continued to sleep, unaffected by anything other than her dreams. Naruto must have carried her in, or she could have walked here on her own. So that left Sasuke, Mr. Heartless Wonder.
Well, if he had carried me in here then he must have a heart right? Unless he just wanted to get me off his bed so he could go to sleep. But if that was the case then he could have just put me on the floor or something.
I shook my head. Why should I be wasting my time thinking about silly stuff that wasn't needed?
I got up and quickly changed into some sweatpants and a shirt, not wanting to freeze my ass off. A quick glance at the clock told me that I had enough time to go to the Martial Arts Gym and get some practice before my eleven o'clock class.
I jogged to the gym, figuring it could be a warm up both for my workout and stopping the chills.
By the time I got there the sun was higher in the sky than when I had first woken up. Its rays warmed up my skin immediately while the wind cooled me down.
I stood there in the windy rays for a moment, admiring my surroundings. It was the perfect day, not too warm or cold.
My perfect day disappeared when I walked through the door. There stood Mr. Emotionless himself, all sweaty and perfect and—
Shut up before you start drooling like a moron. I scolded myself while dropping my bag near the door and heading towards the weapons room.
When I came back out Sasuke was wiping his face and neck with a towel while he gulped from a water bottle.
As mean as it sounded, I wanted him to leave. It was bad enough that from the moment I woke up he had been on my mind, I didn't need him in my sight too. No offense to him and his perfect features.
Alas the luck wasn't on my side. Sasuke settled back into his place by the far wall, completely ignoring me. At least that much luck was on my side. Who knew what might come out of his mouth. It would be either something that made me want to smack him in the face or melt into a puddle of mush.
Yes, he was just that unpredictable. Just like my stupid feelings.
I settled into my stance, starting my routine without even thinking about it.
Heavy pants and grunts echoed throughout the room, but I couldn't tell which one of us made them, my concentration blocking out everything else.
I could feel the swish of air against my skin as I raised and lowered my katana quickly, spinning and snapping it against invisible enemies.
"Do you want to spar?" I stopped in shock, my eyes snapping to Sasuke's dark, bottomless ones.
"What?" Had I really heard him right? Or was I just imagining it? Maybe I was somehow hit over the head and rendered unconscious and was dreaming.
"I don't like repeating myself," Sasuke said, the scowl on his face making me mentally wince. "Do you want to spar?"
"Sure," I told him nervously. He worked out here all the time, so there was no doubt that he wasn't excellent.
We started out across from each other, but I quickly found myself dodging his attacks and on the other side of the room. One minute we were rolling on the ground and the next we were feet away from each other and charging.
All of a sudden he was charging at me so fast that I didn't have time to react and then I was on the ground, his katana at my neck while mine was a couple inches from my fingers. My wrist was pinned under his knee while my other was caged in his grip.
Although I was upset that he had beaten me, I was proud that it had taken him this long. He was also out of breath, and it felt good to know that I gave him a difficult time achieving victory.
I could feel his breath on my lips, ghosting over my face and warming my skin. I tried to ignore the proximity of his body to mine, of the hard muscle that was pinning me down without an effort.
His dark orbs held mine captive, engulfing me in forbidden feelings. And just like that he was on his feet, all restraints on my limbs gone along with his heat.
And damn it I missed it already. Not even two seconds and I was already missing his close presence. Thankfully it faded as he walked into the weapons room and put his katana back.
Well fine, if he wanted to ignore me again then I didn't mind that. In fact, I wanted him to ignore me. Yes, that's right Sasuke. Ignore me. Then at least I won't have to worry about all these annoying feelings, especially when they went haywire when he was close.
"Nice job." I looked up at Sasuke, wondering if I had just heard him correctly or if I had been imagining it again, but he was looking straight at me. He stared at me for another moment before walking out the door, leaving me speechless.
And just like that Sasuke Uchiha was able to render me into a state of confusion with just two words, again.
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I quickly showered before I grabbed my stuff and headed downstairs for some food before my Psychology Class. There was nothing worse than having to sit there and listen to a boring lecture while you were hungry. And the stomach noises weren't pleasant either when others stared at you.
Thankfully there was no Sasuke in sight when I walked into the kitchen. At least now I would be able to keep my appetite.
I made a sandwich and sat next down to Hinata who was eating some meal involving pasta. She seemed to eat pasta a lot, and I started to wonder if it had anything to do with a certain blond haired loudmouth.
"Do you have class this afternoon?" She asked me quietly.
"Yeah, do you?"
"Unfortunately," she said while nodding. "Business Management, it's an interesting class, but very long and time consuming."
"Just the name sounds long," I commented with a laugh. "Does it have to do with accounting and money, or is it just about businesses?"
"Accounting and money, but honestly," she lowered her voice as if she were embarrassed at what she was about to say. "When I get my own business, I plan to hire an accountant instead of doing all the math on my own…I hate math."
I couldn't help but laugh. I should have known that she would hate math, she was going to be an English major.
We ate in comfortable silence, but something nagged in the back of my head. It's not that I was embarrassed to ask it, but I didn't want to seem obsessive. Or stalker like.
"Hinata…" I hesitated before deciding to just blurt it out. "Does Sasuke have a tattoo?"
She stiffened and I immediately regretted saying it. Of course it was a stalker like question. She was probably labeling me as a fangirl in her head at this very moment.
"He does, but please don't ask how I know that," she said quietly, her cheeks a bright red. Her answer shocked me, not the part about knowing how she knew he had a tattoo, but the part where she confirmed that he had a tattoo.
So I hadn't been out of my mind when I saw it. And I hadn't been out of my mind when I realized it looked quiet similar to the one in my dream. But maybe it was just a common interest, them either liking dragons or flames or swirling curves.
And then I realized how crazy I sounded…in my own head. They were one person. Not two, or any other number, but one.
"It doesn't matter Hinata, I don't need to know how you knew," I told her and watched as her shoulders dropped in relief.
"Thanks Sakura."
We finished our lunches quickly when we realized that we only had twenty minutes to get to class. And we had a far walk to get there too.
I walked out of the kitchen and went to round the corner, only to run into someone.
"I'm sorry—" I cut myself off as I saw who it was.
"Stop cuffing up my shoes, or you'll have to buy me new ones," Ami told me with a glare which did nothing to scare me.
"Maybe if you stopped getting in the way then you wouldn't have that problem," I told her before I turned to step around her.
"Maybe if your big forehead didn't droop so low and block your eyesight then you would stop slamming into people," she said while she brushed past me, her shoulder bumping mine painfully. She may be skinny, but she sure as heck had boney shoulders.
But it was the tingles that left me breathless, not her shoulder slam. They left me on alert, like something was going to attack me, and made the hair on my arms rise.
Finally they disappeared, but by then she was gone, into the kitchen or upstairs to stalk Sasuke. And I had the perfect retaliation too that involved the fact that I lived here, she had big feet, and an even bigger mouth.
Hinata asked if I was okay and I just nodded, not sure if I was ready for words just yet. My heart still pounded in both anticipation and adrenaline. What was I in anticipation of? Maybe pulling her hair out or stomping on her foot again.
I felt like my mind was in a fog as I walked with Hinata towards the main building. We separated when we walked into the foyer, Hinata going off towards the left and me towards the right.
The classroom was slowly filling up as I walked in, my eyes scanning for a spot to sit in. Naruto sat on one side of the room, his blond head resting against the table, but his voice still reaching my ears. Only Naruto had the ability to talk nonstop, no matter what state he was in.
I chose near enough so he wouldn't get offended, but far enough away so that if Sasuke decided to appear out of no where, I wouldn't have to worry about being too close.
And abra-kadabra, there he was. Coming down the isle like a king with everyone's eyes on him…including mine.
I focused on my bag and pulled out my materials. No need to stare, even if he is looking extra wonderful today with his long sleeved shirt with a little hole just below the collar, and jeans that hung on his hips perfectly.
Great, even when I'm not looking at him I'm still thinking about him. How pathetic am I? Before I'd met him I'd never been so obsessed with a guy, ever! And now I'm a drooling puddle of mush whenever he's in the room.
The teacher told the class to quiet down suddenly. I welcomed the distraction, and swore to myself that I wouldn't think of Mr. Emotionless on my right.
The teacher started out strong, his words catching the attention of the class, but then some people started to drift off into dreamland. And then more people, just like at my old university. His lectures were more informational though, considering this was a top notch university. And he at least attempted with joke, in his booming voice.
My mind wandered as he got deeper into his lecture, the passion clear in his words. It's not that I disrespected people's passion for intelligence, I relished in my own intelligence and its ability to help me when I most needed it. I wasn't usually this lazy either, I usually listened in class and took notes. But today I could care less.
Who would care about a teacher's lecture when they just found out that they were reincarnated with abilities that could probably uplift whole ponds, or at least move them? Not many I bet.
"—And the vertebra has been an important need for humans for thousands of years. . ."
Yes, wonderful. Let's mention the history of a thousand years ago. I wonder if any of the Historical Classes mentioned the war between the Satanists and Angels. For a second I seriously thought it might be possible, till I realized that it was probably named off as an Ancient Civilization war like all the other wars of that time period.
Had the wars between the Ancient Civilizations really been between them, or had they been between Satanists and Angels? Before I could go more in depth I stopped myself. It didn't matter, the information was irrelevant.
"—dehydration had occurred to many of them along with other diseases. . ."
I sighed. Today was not a good day indeed. I wonder when he was going to start mentioning Heaven and Hell.
"—many blamed these diseases on the demons from Hell and often turned to religion, praying to the saints and Heaven, to make the diseases leave those that they had come over. . ."
I fought the urge to laugh ironically. Instead I shook my head and tried to focus my mind on what the teacher was saying. He was talking about the diseases that had turned into epidemics in the past. I stared at him, forcing myself not to get lost or bored or distracted.
I glanced around the room uninterestingly, failing to pay attention to the teacher like I had told myself to. Sasuke was to my right, one row up from my row. I didn't have to turn my head that much to see him and I was glad he was too busy whispering to Naruto to notice my staring.
Probably telling him to shut up. I snorted at the thought, earning some weird looks from those sitting around me. A blush rose up my neck in embarrassment as I quickly looked down at my notebook and pretended to write something.
I tried to pay attention to the teacher, but Sasuke kept appearing in the corner of my eye. Irritated, I shifted in my seat till he disappeared from my sight.
Take that! A smug smile came to my face. He may be hot, and totally heart stopping, and that voice, melody to my ears, even if the words were a little less than nice. Okay, way less. But if I just blocked out what he was saying then it wasn't that bad. He also may be what every girl wants, including me at times, but I didn't have to deal with him if I couldn't see him.
Darn it! I can't believe I'd broken the vow to not think of him. Where had all my willpower gone? Apparently out the window along with my restraint.
I sighed quietly, making sure to not drawn attention like last time. I cleared my mind, focusing on only the teacher again. If I just focused on the teacher, then I wouldn't have to think about he who shall not be named.
The smug smile worked its way onto my face as I stared at the teacher. I took some notes and actually understood it until I glanced around again, boredom seeping back into me. I made sure this time I skipped over the section where he who shall not be named was sitting, okay I just didn't look to that side at all.
I looked back up at the teacher, but his desk caught my attention. Well it was more like his water pitcher that caught my attention. It was at this sighting that I felt the parched thirst in my throat. Now that I had noticed it, it got stronger, and made my mouth feel like sandpaper.
I could imagine the cool wet liquid running down my throat, quenching my thirst. The feel of it as it passed my lips and wet the inside of my mouth, my tongue moving it around my mouth and easing the dryness of my mouth.
A tingle ran down my back, but I barely noticed it, the water in the pitcher captivating me. I licked my lips. A thought came to my mind and I had to clench the edge of my seat to keep myself seated. I imagined myself leaping out of the chair and over the ones in my row till I got to the isle. I would run down the isle till I got to the desk and grab the pitcher. The weight of the pitcher would bring relief to me, but not as much as I would feel as I took a big gulp the ice cool water.
Someone dropped something in one of the back rows and I jumped. My eyes burned from staring so long as I blinked and I dropped my head into my palm. I was acting like a barbarian, for water. For water! Out of all the things. . .
Just as I was about to fall back into another daydream I heard Sasuke speak, his voice ringing in my mind and my ears. I stared at him as the teacher smiled, glad that someone in the room was paying attention, or at least smart enough to get the answer right.
I stared at him some more. I guess I could just take a little break from my vow for a couple seconds. It couldn't hurt anyone right?
His muscles bunched as he bent down to retrieve a pencil from the ground, one that Naruto had flicked off his desk on purpose to piss him off. He sat back up and glared at Naruto, pointing the pencil straight at Naruto as if he was going to plunge it into him. Sensing the murderous intent he leaned back, almost falling out of his chair, and smiled innocently at him.
Sasuke smirked and turned back to the teacher. I wondered if he was actually listening to him, or if he was off in his own world like I was, and almost everyone else.
This was the guy that had thousands of years ago died to save me. That was a lot to risk for someone. Did that mean he had been a good friend of mine, or more? I felt my face heat up at that thought. The dreams were enough to prove I was right, definitely more. Way, waaaaaay more.
I tried to imagine everything that could have gone on between us. Had we been old enough to marry? Or were we just young lovers whose love had been put on halt because of the war?
It was hard to think about, when he was so different now. I knew that I didn't know much about what he had been like, but from what my dreams had shown, he had been nicer. So much nicer that I wondered why he was mean now. Mean and rude and horrible and arrogant and just over the top different.
Suddenly it happened so fast, one minute he was staring at the teacher, the next his eyes had snapped to me. I stared at him, not caring what he thought. Let him think I was obsessed. He had saved my life. He had kissed me. He had died for me. I didn't care what he thought. We had history, even if neither of us remembered it. It felt weird, like a bond between us, but I doubt he felt it, and I sure as hell wasn't going to mention it to him.
His eyes turned into a glare, directed straight at me. I turned back to the teacher. Yup, definitely didn't feel the bond. I could still feel the glare burning through the side of my head. Geez, what was his problem? Half of the class was staring at him I bet, being half of the class was girls. So he decides to glare at me? Not fair.
I twisted to the side again to give him a glare back. We glared at each other till I got sick of it and turned back towards the teacher. If I had been in smacking distance, his face would have an ugly red mark by now.
A big, red, stinging mark. That he deserved.
Great, now my mood was sour. Thank you Sasuke Dickwad.
But it was somewhat my fault. If I had just stuck to my stupid vow, then I wouldn't be so gosh darn anger and murderous, both of which I wanted to unleash on Mr. Dickwad to my right.
I glared at the water pitcher, my eyes refusing to move anywhere else. I imagined taking the pitcher and throwing it to the floor, the glass breaking into a million pieces. I could see the water splashing against my legs and feet as its container was destroyed.
Maybe I had anger management issues now. I stopped and dropped my eyes to my desk, ashamed at letting him get me so angry. It wasn't worth it. I looked back up at the pitcher, giving it a silent apology.
The front row let out a screech as the pitcher shattered into a million pieces, the water flying everywhere. Some of it hit the front center row while some hit the teacher. Water slid off the desk and onto the floor, the dripping noise echoing through the now silent lecture room.
Everyone, even those that had been asleep, stared in curiosity at the front of the room. Some whispered as to what happened while others laughed as the teacher rushed to save his papers. The front center row started to clear out to get away from the water, and to get dry. People were standing up to see the scene fold out better.
I sat there gaping. A second later the clock started to chime, announcing the class was over.
Students rushed out of the lecture room, talking about what had just happened and going off to tell others. I could just imagine all the rumors that would be going around by dinnertime. One person would say that the pitcher had fallen off the desk and slammed into the floor. Another would say the teacher had gotten mad and slammed the pitcher so hard against the desk it had shattered into pieces.
Had I done that? Or had it just been some freaky accident? Even though I wanted to say that it had been some freaky accident, I didn't believe it one bit.
A tingle ran down my back and I almost screamed out. That one tingle, which erupted into stronger ones, told me immediately that it had been me. Great, not I was shattering glass pitchers in class. I would have to go see Auntie Tsunade as soon as I could.
I stood on shaky legs, the tingles making me stop and hold onto the desk for a second. Once I had regained my senses I gathered my stuff quickly while looking around, a guilty feeling forming in the pit of my stomach, right next to the nervous feeling.
I froze as Sasuke started down his row, staring right at me. My hands shook as I shoved my textbook into my bag, reaching for my notebook. For some reason I sensed him still, why wasn't he gone like everyone else? I glanced back up and felt my heart stop.
Sasuke was walking down my row, coming for me. I didn't want to look like a guilty, cornered rabbit or something but I couldn't help it. The tingles got stronger as he got closer and I gasped in breathes as I gathered the rest of my stuff in my arms and started down towards the opposite isle. One of my pencils fell from my hands. Screw it, I was getting out of here.
The teacher was heading up the isle Sasuke had just walked down to probably look for a janitor to clean up the water. Seeing him heading for the door made me speed up till I managed to get past him and out of the door before Sasuke could get to me.
"Excuse me, I'm sorry, excuse me. . ." I tried to get through the hallway. I didn't look back to see if Sasuke was following me. As I turned the corner I slowed, looking down the hallway. Sighing in relief at the Sasuke-less hallway, I slowed down my pace.
An unpleasant spasm went down my spine, almost making me drop my things in the middle of the hallway. Gratefully the crowd in the hallway was thinning as the next classes started. I was oh so very glad I didn't have anymore classes today.
The spasms got worse and I turned another hallway, trying to figure out what to do. I didn't think I could make it to my room, all the way across the quad. I stopped and turned around, having just passed a bathroom.
Shifting some of my things around in my arms I managed to get the door handle turned enough to open the door. Using my shoulder I pushed the door open and stumbled into the bathroom, my body shaking.
When I was sure no one else was in the bathroom I dropped my books on the floor near the door and locked the door before I approached the sinks. The mirror reflected back my ghastly face, the color all but drained from my face.
"You look like shit," I told my reflection. The spasms of tingles continued in my back, threatening to bring me to my knees at their intensity.
I turned on the cold water, cupping it in my hands and bringing it to my face. Maybe the sharp coldness would bring me back to myself, and out of this horrible hell. I tried to tell myself that it would stop soon, it had to.
"Let it go, let the power free. . ." I told myself, trying to just let it go and make the spasms stop, the painful horrible spasms.
I left the sink running, not really caring that it was wasting water, and crouched down and rested my weight on my heels. My fingers tingled from my tight grip on the cold bathroom sink. I wiggled them, trying to get feeling back into them.
"Stop it, stop it, stop it," I chanted, my fingers clenching hard on the sink again as another spasm of tingles ran down my back. I wanted to claw at my back. It wasn't that it hurt, okay maybe a little bit, but it felt like there was something under my skin, irritating, different, and trying to break free. The tingles didn't just rack my spine or my back, they went in spasms down my back and through the rest of my body, leaving me breathless and scared.
I should have been happy that they weren't spasms of pain, which would have been far worse. But this feeling was so different, it was like I had a chill but inside my skin, inside me.
Another spasm ran through me and I clenched my teeth. I heard a crackling noise but I ignored it, my teeth clenching tighter.
Cool water droplets splashed on my fingers, sending instant goosebumps down my arms and back. The hair on my arms stood up as I dropped to my ass, the cold tile seeping through my jeans.
Ripple after ripple ran through me, wanting to erupt outwards of me. And suddenly I was angry.
Angry at this horrible feeling, angry at my state of helplessness, and angry as to why it just wouldn't stop, this reoccurring horror.
I slammed my fists against the floor, ignoring the pain that bloomed in my hands. I rose to my feet and suddenly I was cupping water and throwing it everywhere in anger. No more mister nice girl.
I faintly shattering, but I ignored it and continued to throw the water around. Maybe I had anger management issues, but at this point throwing the water was a great way to release my anger.
My chest heaved as I slowly stopped and leaned against the sink. I looked pissed off, my green eyes glowing eerily and my lips curled back to show my teeth. I looked like a beast, ready to break out of my cage.
And just like that, I was back to normal. It was like someone had just snapped their fingers and I was suddenly not angry anymore. But as the anger went away, my guilt came back. The guilt of breaking the pitcher, of running from Sasuke, and of creating a mess in the bathroom, all of which were unnecessary.
I reached over and grabbed a handful of paper towels, ready to clean up the mess I had created. And after I was done cleaning up, I seriously needed to have a talk with Auntie. A very long talk.
The reflection of the mirror caught my attention for a split second, but that's all I needed for the cold dread to come rushing back to the surface.
Tendrils of ice lined the wall behind her, its surface cracked and chunks on the floor from where it'd broken off and fallen to the floor. I spun around, my fists clenching as I glared at the ice. Why couldn't it just stop? Why couldn't I just live a normal life without all this freakiness going on?
I tried to calm down, but my heart felt like it was going to have a heart attack. And I just couldn't get enough breath in my lungs.
The door creaked open and everything slowed down to slow motion. I could hear my heart thudding as I looked up at the door. I was done for, whoever walked through that door would run out as fast as they'd come in and tell everyone.
"Well…this proves to be a problem yes?" I stared at him, my breath frozen in my lungs. He looked just like…
"Sasuke?" It slipped out before I could close my gaping mouth. The man ignored me as he closed the bathroom door behind him and stepped further into the bathroom. His eyes stayed focused on the ice as he raised a hand to touch it.
I kept my mouth shut as he continued to look at the ice. But I couldn't stop the sound that came out when the ice started to slide down the wall as it melted. The man kept his hand firmly on the wall until all the ice was melted, big puddles forming in its place.
"Excuse me for my rudeness," he turned to me, his red eyes focused solely on me now. "I'm Uchiha Itachi."
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This is my other Christmas present to everyone, so I hope you all enjoy it! Merry Christmas/Feliz Navidad and I hope you all eat a lot of good food and enjoy time with your friends and family.
Once again, I'm sorry I've posted nada on Sangreal in the last couple of weeks, but hopefully I can get some things written up and saved in case I go off M.I.A. again. Theres another problem too...I've started another story! I couldn't help it, the idea was just too good and I suddenly found myself writing and I couldn't stop. But I'm not going to post it until I finish it, or am close to finishing it because I honestly don't know if it'll get off the ground or if it'll go to the scrap pile. And no, I'm not going to say what it is or what it's about because then people will get their hopes up and then I'll be cornered into writing another story.
No promises on the next update [sorry guys!] because I posted this way before chapter 8 is done. I'm not even sure how long it's going to take me, but I'll try and get working on it.
So here's my little secret, thought I'd forget didn't you! Okay, so whoever looked at my profile knows I have a LiveJournal, but what they don't know is that I've been putting little scenes from my stories on there! If you want to see what might be coming up next, or just read a little cutout from one of the future chapters, then head on over there. I made it so non-members of LJ can see the exerps but if it's not working then message me and I'll fix it!