There is a huge dilemma! I was looking through my chapters, trying to remember something as I wrote out the chapter, and I found so many mistakes, which is too many for me. So I am currently looking for a beta-reader. Not really sure what I'm going to do yet, but if you'd like to beta read for me then tell me and I'll look into your stories and check your grammar and writing skills.
Other than that, I have a secret which I will once again reveal at the bottom. I mentioned it in chapter 7 so some of you might know what it is ^_^.
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"Where the fuck could she have gone?" Sasuke asked himself angrily. Naruto jogged to keep up with him, his blue eyes scanning the crowds of people in the hall for pink hair.
His eyes flickered over to Sasuke. Never before had he seen Sasuke get so frustrated with something. Especially when it was a girl.
He snorted. Sakura wasn't just a girl. She wasn't afraid to insult his best friend, especially in front of people. And she wasn't afraid to call him out for the bastard he was.
And just that alone had Naruto rooting for her, all his money was on her. If only they could find her.
Class had ended with a bang, literally. The water pitcher in the front of the room had exploded, and although everyone had said it had fallen, Sasuke and Naruto knew better.
"Calm down, she couldn't have gotten that far," Naruto told Sasuke as they rounded the corner. "You check the entrance incase she tries to go out that way, and I'll keep checking the halls."
Sasuke headed towards the entrance without a word, leaving Naruto to stare after him. Maybe the ice cube was finally melting, either that or he was taking his job way too seriously.
The main stairs were just as crowded as the hallways, making it hard for Sasuke to get down them quickly. And the sudden mob of girls that came out of no where didn't help. He weaved in and out of people's way, his eyes searching for a head of pink hair. Where the hell was she?
After the glass pitcher had erupted into a spew of little glass shards, Sasuke had immediately known that Sakura had taken part in it somehow. Not that he blamed her or anything, he knew how hard it was in the beginning.
This was all Tsunade's fault. If she had kept better eye on Sakura and told her how to handle it, then Sakura wouldn't be hiding somewhere and probably shaking with fear.
A need to protect her suddenly hit him head on. It was like a sudden rain shower in the middle of a sunny day. Unexpected and unwanted.
Sasuke quickly stamped the feeling out. Feelings were dangerous, they made people do crazy things that involved no thought and no reasoning, and they especially made people weak because once someone knew someone else's feelings, they had an advantage to use against them. And Sasuke refused to give his opponent that kind of upper hand.
Something caught his eye then, a flash of pink. He looked in that direction, the sun blinding his eyes for a moment before they adjusted.
There she stood, facing a sleek black car that looked familiar. Sasuke raced towards the front door and tore it open, launching himself out into the fresh air.
The car door closed behind her and slowly pulled away from the curb. Just before Sasuke reached it, Sakura's eyes flickered towards his, widening in surprise. And then the car was gaining speed and turning the corner, leaving Sasuke behind in front of the main building.
Sasuke's chest heaved in anger and shock, his mind finally registering who the car belonged to.
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Ochto.
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Once I got a good look at Uchiha Itachi, which wasn't very easy considering he always seemed to sense when I was looking at him, I realized that I must have been blind for thinking he was Sasuke.
He looked nothing like Sasuke. Nothing, but the familiar shape of the face and calculating look gave away that they were brothers. Itachi had longer hair, and darker skin, while Sasuke had shorter hair and lighter skin. Even the black shades of their hair were different.
I faintly wondered if he had as many fangirls as Sasuke. He certainly did get the good looking genes like Sasuke that was for sure.
The car stopped in front of Auntie's building and a second later the door was opened for me. I didn't realize it was raining until I was out of the car, rain pattering against the umbrella over my head.
I looked over to Itachi who looked out of place holding an umbrella. If there was one trait that was most different between the Uchiha brothers, it was their manners.
That's for sure. I thought sarcastically as Itachi gave me a warm smile. My heart fluttered unexpectedly, and I could hear wedding music in my head. But then the thought of having Sasuke as a brother-in-law turned the music into horror music. I could imagine the holidays, oh dear lord, with the presents of black coal for Christmas, glaring at New Years Eve, and smashing eggs in each other's faces on Easter.
I stopped myself from smiling. For some reason these things sounded appealing, but I couldn't understand why. It's not like I enjoyed getting eggs smashed in my face, but oddly enough, with Sasuke it had a nice sound to it.
Okay stop it. I scolded myself as we walked into the brick building and up the stairs. He didn't stop to knock on Auntie's door, but instead barged right in, setting the wet umbrella against the wall and ignoring the puddle that started to form.
"Does anyone knock anymore?" Auntie growled, her head lowered as she wrote furiously on a sheet of paper. Her eyes flickered upward for a millisecond before she was back to writing, her hand flying across the sheet. "What Itachi?"
"I believe you have not completely explained to Sakura the extent of her powers," he told her as he moved to the side, giving me space to enter the room. Auntie's hand stilled as she realized Itachi wasn't alone.
"What happened?" Auntie Tsunade asked, her previous work forgotten as she stood up and rounded the desk. "Are you okay Sakura?"
"I'm fine, but what is he talking about? What haven't you completely explained?" I asked, my eyes following Itachi as he sat down on the couch. A bad feeling started to form in the pit of my stomach, afraid of what I'd hear.
"What happened?" Auntie ignored my question, her eyes looking at Itachi.
"It seems that she is an early bloomer," he said as his eyebrows scrunching slightly as he looked at me. "Although I don't know how you didn't already know that considering her markings are already forming."
"I did know she was an early bloomer," she replied. "But I didn't think…I don't know what I was thinking."
"By early bloomer you mean what exactly?" I asked one question out of the million swimming in my head. Did what happen earlier have to do with me being an 'early bloomer'? What did Uchiha Itachi have to do with all this? And what had he done with his hands to the ice that I had created?
"I can practically sense the markings through her clothing," Itachi said, scaring me with his calmness. "And she blasted a water pitcher into pieces without even realizing it. You have to start teaching her or else her powers will get out of control."
"How can you sense my markings when they're covered?" I was starting to get very angry. Not only were they ignoring my questions, but they were talking about me as if I wasn't in the room.
"They weren't supposed to be that powerful yet. Most elementalists feel a connection to the element first, but the ability to control the element comes after training, or not at all." Auntie just stared at Itachi as if they were conversing with each other through their eyes.
I wondered if they'd done this before, if they'd had to deal with someone like me before. And it made sense since they were so calm with it, but it would be nice if they could at least answer my questions.
Itachi started to speak, but I cut him off, my voice shaking slightly with anger.
"Could one of you at least answer my questions instead of acting like I'm not standing two feet from you? If not then I'm leaving." I didn't realize my voice had risen in anger until I saw the look of shock on Auntie's face. "What? I just want an answer to everything that is happening."
It wasn't until I looked at Auntie's eyes that I realized that she wasn't looking at me, but behind me. I feeling of dread bubbled in my stomach as I slowly turned around, not sure of what I would find.
The sight outside of the large window was blurred. I faintly remembered being in a swimming pool once and looking up, the sky blurry and moving back and forth. Just like now, just like the image through the window.
Auntie quietly walked over to the window, her fingers reaching out to touch a crack that marred the otherwise smooth surface. She traced it across the clear surface, her fingers turning white as she pressed down on it.
The crack lengthened at her pressure, making me yell out a "stop."
"That explains a lot of things," Auntie said with a quiet voice, her eyes still attached to the crack.
The door suddenly opened quickly. Auntie moved silently away from the window, trying to not draw attention to it. Itachi was to his feet and at my side before I could blink, his shoulder blocking half of my body from the doorway.
"It's me," Sasuke said as he came into the room, closing the door behind him with a quiet click.
Itachi moved back towards the couch, a smirk coming to his face. Auntie also moved, but I noticed that once blurry view through the window was now clear again.
"I know you want answers, and I'll answer them tomorrow," Auntie murmured as she sat back down at her desk. "Sasuke, please escort Sakura back to wherever she was heading."
"Wait! Why can't you answer them now?" I asked as I shrugged off Sasuke's hand on my arm. "I don't need an escort—"
I glared at Sasuke as he took my arm with a tighter grip and dragged me out of the room. He ignored what I said and guided me down the staircase and out onto the sidewalk.
"What happened?" I rolled my eyes, always straight to the point.
"Nothing happened Sasuke, Auntie just wanted to talk to me," I answered. I wasn't sure what I was allowed to tell him, and what I wasn't.
"I know about your abilities Sakura, I've known for a while," he said as his eyes found mine. The sunlight reflected in them, making them sparkle.
I let out a breathy laugh, like what he'd just said was a joke. But when I looked at him, his eyes were serious and his mouth was tilted down in a frown.
"I-I…uhh…what?" My face heated up as I struggled for words, the joking façade gone. If he knew about that, what else did he know about? Did he know about my dreams, about what he had done thousands of years ago? About the kissing, the sacrifice, and the war that had taken place thousands of years ago?
"Tsunade told me so that I should keep an eye out incase anything happened," he said, surprising me. Why would Auntie tell him, without letting me know that he knew? That was really unfair.
We turned the corner and found ourselves on our street. As we entered the building and ascended the stairs I didn't say a word. There wasn't a single word I could pinpoint in my head, they were all buzzing together like flies on food.
Sasuke stopped at his door, unlocking it and opening it. I went to walk past him, but he stepped in my way, gesturing with his hand towards his room. What else could he possibly what? He'd already rendered me speechless, what more could he do?
I stood near his desk as he closed the door. The room was just like I'd seen it last time, only this time Naruto's bed was unmade and half the pillows were at the foot of the bed. The silence was like torture as Sasuke walked into his closet and came back without shoes on.
"I'm an elementalist too." I did a double take, wondering if I had heard right. He remained calm and relax, both making me wonder if I had just imagined it.
"I'm sorry," I paused. "Did you just say you're an elementalist too?"
"Yes, I'm an elementalist," he said, his eyes finding mine. Without realizing it, I sat down on his bed and continued to stare at him. All this time he'd been like me, all that wondering if he was like in my dreams or if he wasn't, and all this time thinking he didn't care, when in fact he completely understood.
"What element?" He pulled out a lighter from his pocket, flicking the lid up and creating a small flame. I screeched when he stuck his finger in the flame, his face lighting up slightly with a happiness that I had never seen from him before.
"It won't burn me," he murmured, pulling his finger out of the flame. The flame clung to his finger like it would a match, and Sasuke stared at it as it got bigger. It detached from his finger, the size of a golf ball, and floated towards me.
"Will it burn me?" I asked as it hovered in front of my face. My eyes stayed on it as the heat warmed my face. It felt like I was sitting in front of a fireplace, all warm and cozy and completely happy.
I suddenly understood the happiness that Sasuke was feeling. I smiled and reached up a hand, running my fingers over the ball of fire. It was warm and smooth, the flames licking my fingers slightly and giving me small zaps of warmth up my fingers.
"It won't burn you unless I tell it too," he said as he extinguished the round flame. His eyes stayed with mine as the happiness evaporated, leaving a coldness and sense of loss in my fingers.
Seeing the happiness in his eyes disappear made me feel empty, like I was missing out on something. I hoped that someday I'd feel that happiness when using my powers, instead of the fear that I felt now whenever they appeared.
"What is it like?" I asked him as my eyes flickered up to his. "What does it feel like when you use your powers?"
"It's like nothing I've ever felt before. I feel whole and complete." Sasuke's eye took on a distant gleam, like he was somewhere else other than in the room. "I think of home…of support, of my parents, of you."
Startled, I felt my face heat up. He thought of me? No…he thought of what I was in my other life.
Sasuke must have seen the sadness in my eyes because he said, "Not that you. I didn't know her, I only knew her from my memories and dreams. I meant the you that is here now. The you that is alive and breathing and annoying as hell."
I glared up at him with a "Hey!"
"You are," Sasuke told me with a smirk, his obsidian eyes roaming all over my face.
I looked at the floor, still feeling his eyes looking at me. I wasn't sure what he was looking at, it's not like I had any important feature on my face. Unless I had a zit or something in my teeth…
Sasuke let out a low chuckle, my fingers searching my face for a zit and my tongue searching my front teeth for anything that didn't belong there.
Finding nothing, I looked at him. His gaze was really starting to unnerve me, so I decided that it was time to go.
"Well…I'll see you around," I mumbled as I got off the bed and headed for the door.
I could feel his presence behind me as I opened them door, stepping out into the hallway.
Suddenly a thought came to me. "Why wouldn't Tsunade tell me that you knew?" I turned around to face him, startled to find him so close, close enough to see the individual red flecks in his eyes. Too close for my liking.
"She has her reasons," he answered before closing the door, leaving me standing there in the hallway alone.
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"Ready to go Sakura?" Auntie asked me as I came out of the weapons room with a wooden katana.
She didn't wait for me to answer, instead rushing at me.
"Sometimes you don't get a warm up," she said as she swung for my head, her foot coming out and trying to hook around my ankle and trip me. "Sometimes you don't get a warning."
I ducked under the katana, kicking her other foot out from under her before she could trip me. She rolled out of the way as I swung for her shoulder, hitting the floor.
"Your enemy won't give you a heads up when they go for your neck," Auntie told me as she rolled onto her feet, her katana poised and ready.
I crouched, waiting for her to charge at me. She had always praised me for my patience, for my insight on the fight and my ability to draw out the weakness in my opponent.
Auntie hesitated for a moment before charging. She went for my stomach, forcing me to the side to avoid it.
I hit her wrist, the shock making her drop her katana. I kicked the katana away with enough force to send it across the room.
"You don't need a weapon to win the fight…" Auntie trailed off as she hooked her foot around my knee and pulled. I heard my katana slide away from me, but I was on my feet again in seconds.
Auntie was on her feet and charging at me before I could blink. I ducked before she could hit me with her hand, my own shoving her backward, causing her to stumble.
I came at her, my fist swinging for her head, but she grabbed my fist and flung me over her shoulder.
The ground slammed into my shoulder as I rolled on the ground, using the momentum to propel me to my feet. Auntie stood in front of me, her katana poised at my neck.
She stared at me, her breathing labored, mirroring my own.
"But weapons definitely help," she finished, but I wasn't.
I rolled backwards, my foot connecting with her hand that was holding the katana. I caught it as it flew into the air, flying at Auntie.
She ducked, expecting me to aim for her head, but I jumped over her crouched form. Knowing she wouldn't have time to turn around, I kicked her in the back.
"Especially when your enemy doesn't have one," I told her as she rolled onto her back, her own katana millimeters from her neck.
Instead of looking disappointed—she never was happy losing a fight—she smiled.
"Good point," she huffed as I helped her up. "Now, onto the good stuff."
"Good stuff?" I repeated, watching as she disappeared into the weapons room and came back out a minute later.
"Your powers," she answered, sitting down on the floor and patting the spot in front of her.
"I wouldn't exactly call that good stuff…" I hesitated before sitting down. I wanted to learn how to control them, but every time my powers came out something bad happened.
"I haven't been a very good teacher lately," Auntie started but paused, her eyes finding mine and reflecting her guilt. "And I'm sorry. I should have explained everything in the beginning. I just hoped that…"
"Hoped that what?" I asked, not sure if I wanted the answer or not, but needing to know.
"That…that it wouldn't be like before. That you wouldn't have to deal with so much so soon." Auntie sighed.
But I was still confused. Deal with so much? I wasn't dealing with anything other than school. And my powers weren't that bad, were they? I admit that I overreacted, and was being a big scaredy cat, but still…
"This is how it started last time," she told me, crossing her legs like she was about to go into meditation. "You advanced faster than anyone thought you would, and then things went downhill. People saw your progress and expected so much from you. I don't want that to happen again, for so much weight to be put on your shoulders."
"Downhill…you mean the war?"
"Yes, exactly that. I'm just afraid that things will repeat themselves…that you'll…" she trailed off, but I didn't need her to say it out loud.
Die, I finished for her in my mind. I frowned. So far that I knew, no one was trying to kill me. Plus Auntie was here, and Sasuke and his brother and…
"Is there anyone else like…us?" I emphasized the word us, pointing between her and myself.
"No," Auntie said quickly before repeating it slower, as if she were trying to convince herself that that was the truth. I almost questioned her about it, but why would she lie to me? She was my Aunt, my teacher, and my friend, not a liar.
"Now, let's get started shall we?" she asked as she closed her eyes. "I want you to empty your mind and just breathe."
I followed her instructions, emptying my mind and focused on my breathing. I waited for her to give me more instructions, but we just sat there and breathed.
"To use your powers you have to be completely at ease with them, and with yourself." I cracked open an eye and looked at her. "Eyes closed."
I huffed and closed my eyes, emptying my mind again and evening out my breathing.
"Now, I want you to find that part of you that is scared, scaring of using your powers and of what they might do, and make it disappear," she told me, her voice calm and soothing.
I tried to do what she said, but I didn't even know where to start. All I saw was blackness and all that I heard was silence.
"I can't," I admitted with a sigh, my shoulders dropping in defeat.
"Well, try again," Auntie commanded, her hands appearing on my tense shoulders. "Just relax and find the fear."
I did was she said, my shoulder muscles unclenching.
I thought back to the first time, when this had all started. I remembered the surprise and realization that it wasn't a dream, but reality. I remembered the shock when I'd touched the ice, and the horror at the fact that I'd killed someone. Mostly I remembered the fear.
Fear of this new occurrence, fear of the fact that this was reality, and fear at the unknown this had presented.
But not fear of the power itself.
I felt something in me form, a mix of freeness and excitement.
Then the incident on the plane came to my mind. There too I didn't feel any fear towards the power itself, but towards the sudden appearance of it and the unknown it presented.
That feeling of freeness and excitement grew, threatening to break free through and spread.
The bathroom hadn't been that bad either, I mean, I'd come out without scratches or even harmed. Just a little freaked out.
I opened my eyes, my body shaking with so many feelings, none of which were fear.
Auntie seemed to sense because she took her hands off my shoulders and sat back down in front of me.
"I'm going to explain to you how to access your powers, but we'll work more on it tomorrow," Auntie told me, closing her eyes again. "I want you to imagine yourself in the meadow, I know you know which one I am talking about, and see the pond in front of you. Really see it."
I didn't stop to question how she knew that meadow, but instead followed her instructions. It wasn't difficult, I'd see the meadow so many times that I could perfectly imagine it. I could feel the grass under me, tickling my legs. I could feel the rays of sunlight warming my skin and wrapping my in a cocoon of light.
The pond sparkled in front of me, the blue surface reflecting the clouds and the sky above me.
Auntie's voice echoed around me as she said, "I want you to imagine the surface of the water rippling. Imagine a small sphere of water rising up out of the rippling surface. Imagine that it stops right in front of you."
I could see little specks of light glinting off the rippling surface of the pond. A small lump of water started to rise off the surface, growing larger as it rose. It continued to rise until it broke off the surface and drifted higher, coming towards me as it did.
It slowed down and stopped right in front of my face. The sunlight caught it, making the outside look like marble as the inside swirled and continued to ripple in sync with the pond.
"Now, imagine it suddenly dropping and splashing onto your lap. The water is ice cold…"
My eyes opened as I jumped up, stumbling backwards as my skin broken out in goose bumps.
Auntie started to laugh, getting to her feet.
I looked down, finding my clothes completely dry. Placing my hand on the spot that had been drenched, I found that it wasn't cold or even damp, but instead slightly warm from my body heat.
"That was just a little test," Auntie said as she continued to laugh, completely ignoring my glare. "I just wanted to make sure…oh nevermind."
"Thank you for that," I told her sarcastically, walking over and putting my shoes on. "Because I wasn't awake enough before, now I'm sure I am."
"You're welcome," she replied, coming over and putting her shoes on too. We walked out of the gym. "Same time tomorrow, okay?"
I just nodded, watching as she headed in the opposite direction that I was heading.
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The next day I decided to go to the gym early and practice on my own. My victory yesterday proved that all the hard work was paying off, but it also showed that I still had a ways to go.
I jogged to the martial arts gym, breathing hard by the time it came into view.
Inside was the same as yesterday, and I was glad to find no one there. Once again I wondered who came here, especially when there were so many buildings on the campus to pick from.
I quickly grabbed my wooden katana and eased into my routine warm up. Once done, I started fighting invisible enemies. No matter how many times I fought them, they always came back. They just couldn't get enough of me, even though I kicked their butts each time.
Suddenly I felt someone coming at me from behind. I ducked, twisting around and hitting the person in the stomach with a loud smack.
My eyes flickered up, catching spiky, black hair, before I was on my back. I rolled back onto my feet, my katana raising as it met another.
"What are you doing?" I asked Sasuke as I dropped to a knee, his pressure on my katana heavier than my own.
"Fighting you," he responded, pressing more weight on our connected katanas. I winced and moved to the side, letting go of my katana, making our katanas hit the ground with a loud smack.
Before he could react, I stepped on his hand. With a grunt he let go, his other hand wrapping around my wrist as I aimed to hit him in the head. I raised my foot and kicked him in the chest, off balancing him.
"Dammit," I accidently swore as I realized too late that he was still holding onto my wrist. We crashed to the ground, me on top, as I struggled to free my wrist.
Sasuke grunted again as I pinned his hand under my knee, placing all my weight on it so that he couldn't release it.
"Surrender," I told him, freeing my wrist and pinning my other knee on his lower arm. "You lost."
"Have I?" I shrieked as he overpowered my hold on his arms, pushing me so that I was under him.
We struggled, him trying to grab my hands and my hands trying to shove him off me.
"Stop moving," he commanded, grabbing my wrist, but swearing when I scratched him on the cheek. I smirked in triumph. Take that Sasuke and his perfect, glorious complexion.
"No!" I used his moment of shock to push him onto his back, my knees resting on his shoulders and pinning his upper body to the floor.
"Did you just scratch me?" he asked while he glared at me.
"Yes I did," I told him, leaning forward as he tried to sit up.
"Fine, I can play dirty too." I didn't have to think of what he could possibly mean because the next thing I knew he was pulling on the back of my shirt.
I leaned forward, trying not to let his strength overpower me. No, not again, once was enough. Reaching behind me, I tried to dislodge his hands from my shirt, but he clung on like it was a lifeline.
An unknown and burning heat made me freeze. That's all he needed though, making me realize too late that I'd made a mistake by letting myself be taken by surprise.
"You asshole, you just burned a hole into my shirt," I yelled at him, the ceiling and floor spinning as Sasuke spun and turned me, forcing me onto my stomach with my hands pinned under his knees.
He didn't respond. I waited for the gloating tone, for the salt to rub in my defeated wounds, but neither came. Only silence, long and deafening silence.
I felt his fingers tracing the burned hole in the back of my shirt, and I jerked as they touched my skin.
"Just because you won doesn't mean you're getting a prize," I told him, struggling to get my arms free. What the heck was he doing? He had clearly won, so now it was time for him to get off.
Sasuke's fingers—his oh-so-warm and calloused fingers—traced something from my shoulder, over my sports bra, and down my spine, making me shiver. I tried to ignore the warmth they left in their wake, and the goose bumps that were suddenly covering my skin.
"Get of—" I was cut off as I felt Sasuke's hands grip both sides of the hole and pull, ripping the shirt. I felt a breeze on my back as the two ripped sides fell apart, revealing my back to Sasuke's eyes.
"You said you didn't have a tattoo," he said, his voice low and scratchy.
"I don't…they're my markings," I admitted, a blush spreading across my face as his fingers started tracing what I now realized was my tattoo. "Can you get off now?"
"Yes Sasuke, please get off her," a voice came from side, the voice airy, like they'd just finished laughing.
Sasuke growled and was off me before I could register that there was someone else in the room. I was hoisted to my feet, Sasuke's shoulder hiding my view of the person at the door, and his arm holding me firmly behind him.
My shirt started to slide down my arms, making me blush as I crossed my arms. This was all Sasuke's fault, but I'd deal with him later. And why the heck was he shielding me? Last I'd known, I was a big girl and I could handle myself.
"What are you doing here?" Sasuke's voice was filled with anger, but nothing like the anger I felt towards him. It was like an anger that boiled under the surface for a long time, just waiting to break free.
"I came by to make sure Sakura wasn't being killed by you," the voice paused as if drawing out the punch line. "But clearly you had something else in mind, not that I blame you."
"You bastard," Sasuke roared as he started towards the person, giving me a chance to see who it was as his arm released me.
"Sasuke," I yelled, rushing forward to stop him. "Don't!"
Itachi stood in front of the door, his eyes finding me once I came into view.
That only made Sasuke madder, making it harder for me to hold onto the back of his shirt as he tried to get to Itachi.
"Hello Sakura. How are you on this lovely day?" he asked me, his eyes roaming my body as my shirt slipped down to my elbows.
"I'm fine…I know this is rude, but could you please leave?" I asked him, ignoring the blush I knew was on me face as his eyes continued to roam.
Itachi laughed. "As you wish," he replied, saluting Sasuke as he walked out the door.
"You're an asshole, you know that?" I shoved him, glaring at him as he turned to me.
"I know," he responded, his eyes flicking to the door and then back to me quickly.
"Give me your shirt," I told him, looking down at his plain grey shirt. "You ripped and burned my shirt, when I only scratched you if I remember correctly. The least you can do is give me yours. Don't give me that look, I think you can handle being shirtless around fangirls for a little while."
He glared at me as he took off his shirt, his arm muscles rippling as he handed it to me.
I ignored the glorious sight of the skin that was revealed as I let my now useless shirt drop to the floor and put on his. It smelled slightly of sweat and had a musky smell to it, like ashes mixed with dirt and pine.
"Sorry," he mumbled, his glare replaced with a guilty look.
"It's fine," I reassured him. "I guess I set it up for myself when I scratched you."
Sasuke had a weird look on his face, like he wanted to laugh and kiss me at the same time. It freaked me out, so much so that I did the stupidest thing ever and turned away from him. I wasn't sure if I wanted to be kissed or not by him, but things were too complicated right now, and I was too shaken up.
"So what was that all about?" I asked him as I walked over and picked up our wooden katanas.
He waited until I came out of the weapons room before answering, "He's always trying to mess with me, and it annoys the fucking hell out of me, especially when he tries to hit on what's mine."
My mouth dropped open as he froze. What was his? I'm…his? My anger came back full force, making my face burn like the hottest inferno that had ever existed.
"Don't get ahead of yourself. A snowball has a better chance in hell Sasuke than you do," I warned him, watching as his eyes flashed, staring right at me. The look in his eyes held a challenge, a promise to prove that I was wrong.
I wasn't going to let him stake a claim over me though. Who gave him the right to do that when days ago he was a complete asshole to me? No one gave him the right. And I refused to drool all over him like his fangirls just because he decided to go off and be all protective and territorial on me.
Sasuke was just about to say something, but the door opened and Auntie walked in.
"Here already? I hope I'm not late." She stopped and looked between Sasuke and me, her eyes taking in his shirtless form and the shirt that I wore, the grey collar so big that it stretched down past my collarbone.
Great, this looked really bad. Wait, not really bad, it looked horrible—scandalous and guilty.
"He ripped my shirt," I said, pointing at Sasuke and placing all the blame on him. His eyes flashed at me, with a dark promise of revenge and payback. Ha, like that was going to ever happen. "And burned it."
"Did he?" She took in my red face, her eyes holding a knowing gleam to them.
"Yes he did," I told her, holding my ground.
"Well…that's unfortunate. Shall we get started now?" I gaped at her uncaring response, hearing a snort beside me and finding Sasuke amused at my reaction.
I closed my mouth and walked past Sasuke, ignoring him—or at least trying to—and sitting down in front of Auntie.
The door opened and closed behind me, Sasuke's presence gone from the room.
Unwillingly, a shiver ran down my back as I remembered the look in his eyes, the dark promise to prove that I was his when I clearly wasn't. And I already had enough on my plate as it was, I didn't need to add him to it, and his new found determination to make sure that that part of our past lives repeated.
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Okay! Another chapter is done…I thought it would never be done with. The ending I felt was a little iffy, but after rereading it a while later, I found that I actually kind of liked it. Chapter 9 is halfway done for Sangreal and I think chapter 6 of No Longer Weak is almost done too, hmmm I'll have to check to make sure.
So here's my little secret. 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.