Sorry if I took long to update again. Did you peeps like the last chapter? Uh, hope you did. If not, sorry. I'll work on it more. But enjoy reading, see you at the end!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
I wake up, everything seems groggy and blurry. My eyes are so heavy as I lift them slowly, I flutter my eyes and see the bright sun in my face. I close my eyes as the morning sun blinds me, everything is bright and different... not my apartment. Everything seems more roomier. And more... welcoming.
I flutter my eyes open and see everything bright from the big window. I inhale deeply and smell something good and sweet. I know that this is not my apartment, I just know that it is Monday.
I sit up and stretch my whole body. I feel great, very refreshed and clean for once. My legs aren't hairy and I feel more... airy. The sweet smell is my hair that is flowing around my shoulders. I inhale again and just look around, everything is bigger and more spacy. It's very modern and clean.
I smile, yawning quietly. I look around this small bed and I am alone in this bed, the sheets are mine though, and the pillows. There are some other sheets on the floor, they are plain white and just on the floor. I look around the place and sense that this must be the living room. This place is just like mine, except it's bigger and I see three other doors in the hall in front of me.
I get up from the bed and walk to the living room, I see my suitcases and I keep walking and slowly remember everything. I tread in each footstep. Next to the living room is the kitchen, I see someone sitting at the table.
I am living with Naruto. I feel everything come back to me as I quietly walk past the living room and into the kitchen. I feel good but I feel very weird and shy. A small tingling sensation flows through my legs, having the urge to have a twitch but it must be a side effect from last night.
Before I enter, I stop and stand by the doorway and see what I have wearing. Black underwear and a flowy white shirt with thin straps with a black tank top underneath. I look at this and think that Naruto must have dressed me after I fell asleep. Nice selection, Naruto.
I don't move and just stare at him from behind. I cling to the doorway and just stare at him studying with his book, he has an empty plate on the table. One thing I do notice is that his kitchen was bigger than my living room AND kitchen combined. How does he pay this place?
The kitchen: white with some simple colors, almost pastel colors. Orange, yellow, blue, black, red, green, purple. Simple light colors.
"Good morning, Belinda." He waves at me to catch my attention. I snap my eyes at him and look at him, he smiles at me.
"Morning..." I hide myself behind the doorway. He chuckles at me.
"Why so shy? Ah, I get it. It's okay, you know. Come on, just show yourself." I look around and slowly enter the kitchen.
"You look beautiful. Hungry?" He smiles kindly at me and waits.
"Yeah." I just stand in front of him and feel so awkward. There is a small mirror on the table and have to admit, my hair does look sexy.
"I'll get you something... you like jell-o?" He sits me down and gets up.
"Yeah..." I keep looking at the small mirror, noticing every part of my hair and face. My face isn't looking too sexy like my hair.
"It's the only thing I have really. But it's good, so let me serve you." I turn around to see him get a plate and takes out a tray with jell-o.
He comes back with the plate full and with a spoon. He sits back down to study from his book, Honors English. I take a spoonful of the jell-o and it tastes very good. Cherry flavor is my favorite. Anything Cherry, really.
"Did you put something on my lips?"
"Yeah, some lip balm and Carmex. I also applied this cream for cuts and it worked like a charm I see. You just see faint cuts but it doesn't hurt, I assume."
"No, it doesn't. Thank you, Naruto. Naruto," I tell him, my voice very soft but heard.
He looks at me, "Yes?" he puts his book down.
"Thank you for last night. Everything. I mean it." I say. I try to sound tough and sincere but it came out very soft and almost wimpy.
He only smiles at me with his bright eyes, "You're welcome! Anytime." he smiles big enough that his whiskers move along with his smile.
I smile back at him and feel warm in my heart. I continue eating and say, "What time is it?" my heart feels very strong and filled with contempt. His smile makes me feel very warm.
His bright white teeth flashes at me, "It's nine." his nice lips cover his teeth.
The warmth and happiness in my heart drops, the contempt fades, my smile goes away as I hear my spoon drop to my plate. My mind is scattering all over my brain, I feel so shocked and frazzled.
"WHAT. It's nine?! Why didn't you wake me up sooner?! Let's get ready!" I push my plate away.
I get up and feel my legs move and my spine start to move, I want to make my legs move forward to grab some clothes. And move my spine to make me stand tall and get ready for the day. My eyes see everything in slow motion, I take the first step and feel my whole body move.
my first step is hurried and fast, and as I see everything in slow motion, I feel everything in slow motion. I see my first step crash before me, my foot trip over my other foot, stumbling on my legs. My spine stays still and I feel just my whole body fall to the ground. I feel so stiff, my spine stiff, everything is just stiff that I can't do anything from shock.
I slowly see everything go downwards, seeing his bright happy face staring at his book. I see the floor becoming more closer to me, my hands barely stopping me.
It's when I feel his hand take hold of my shoulder, everything stops in slow motion, all seems normal now. Only the smooth, white marble-like floor is inches away from my face.
"Gotcha."
His hand on my shoulder is the only thing keeping me from falling to the ground.
Both his hands are now holding both my shoulders, he turns in his chair to get a better hold of me. Slowly, the floor is becoming more distant in my eyes, I feel my legs work again with my knees making me stand and my whole legs getting back to my chair.
"You shouldn't just go running off like that. Your body is probably still weak."
I sit in my chair with the plate of jell-o in front of me. His hand pushes the plate back to me along with the spoon. He hasn't wiped that smile from his face. He only smiles with his eyes closed.
"What about school?"
"We don't need to go! In fact, we don't need to go until Friday!" He puts his book down. His smile stretches even more and his whiskers become bigger.
"Why?"
"I called the principle and well, basically told her what happened. She told us to stay home for four days until Friday for safety. I'm gonna stay to help you recover and protect you if we should meet this man again..."
He has his tablet next to him and he has it in his hands, I feel so confused and more curious.
"Why so long though? I'm fine! We can still make it to school if we hur-"
"Belinda, you were almost raped last night. You were badly hurt, you were tased for heaven's sake! You are not fine, you just almost face planted a few seconds ago, you didn't have full control of your body when you were trying to be fast."
"But I am-"
He cuts me off with a swift, but low voice.
"You are not! And plus, part of this program is that if you are hurt or something happens to you... everything and everyone is involved. The police partake in this program for safety for the children. Though not all schools have the police involved, we are lucky since we live in an unsafe neighborhood. So, in reality, it's best to just rest because... just for your safety."
"Now, I did some research about the effects of being tasered and anything related to being tasered. Let me ask you some questions, but..."
"But what?" I finished my jell-o and push away the plate. He is reading something on his tablet, reading or just preparing the questions.
"Let's go to the living room where there's more natural light."
He holds my left hand and walks me to the living room. A tablet in one hand, and my hand in his other. We walk with ease and I see the bright natural sun light cover the living room. A very big living room with so much space, he has one long sectional sofa and one small two-seater sofa with a table in the middle. So very nice and just pretty, it all seems very new that it makes me wonder how could he have afford it.
I take a seat on the small sofa, he sits in front of me, sitting on the table, his tablet in his hands, his handsome face shinning in the brightness. His features shine more in this type of light. The color of his hair almost a bright yellow of a highlighter, his eyes seem like bright blue crystals that captures you.
"Okay, first. Have you been experiencing seizures?"
He looks up and stares at me, his eyes scaring me in a sensual way. I don't know the answer, I just woke up. But, I know what a seizure is and judging by the past hours I'm guessing not.
"No..."
"Are you feeling pain in your muscles? Skin?" He swipes his finger on his tablet and reads something quick before looking at me again.
"I don't think so..."
"Here, let me check."
He puts down his tablet on the table, I stiffen as his hands travel through my arms and sides. He puts pressure on my arms trying to feel something or to see if I feel any pain in my muscles. His hands are cold to the touch, it makes me have goosebumps all over my arms it's silly to be feeling this way since he has done many things to me with his hands already, but it's a feeling where it doesn't involve sex or foreplay which makes it more silly, but nerve-racking all at the same time.
"Does it hurt?"
"No. Is it supposed to?" His hands glide over to my back.
"No, that's a good thing. What about your back?"
His hands apply pressure to various places on my back but I don't feel anything. I feel no pain at all, I only feel his cold hands sweep over my back. His hands under my shirt and it feels even more weird but it's even more of a silly feeling. My long, dark brown hair covers my neck up and drops to my knees. I need a haircut.
"No pain in your back?"
"Nope." His hands are still on my back, the cool touch of his fingers makes the hairs on my neck stand up.
"Okay... well since you weren't tased in the upper region. Your legs are probably most affected... does your thighs hurt? Calfs? Knees?"
"Well, my legs in general feel numb and tingly. I haven't felt pain down there, you could apply pressure if you want."
As soon as those words left my mouth, I know things were going to get heated.
I don't anything from him, it takes him a while to speak, to do something. I can just feel the aura of awkwardness flow through us, we both know what I meant. We both know what I actually meant and yet, we are both thinking whether we should just move on and forget about it or proceed to that and have a pleasant way to begin our day.
I don't want him to do that. I just want him to forget about it and just move on. The problem is, is he thinking the same thing? Or is he just gonna be selfish and take advantage? He's done it twice in school with no hesitation, and last night and I don't think he will hold back this time. I hope he does.
"...Um, I'll just apply pressure on some areas on your legs."
"Sure."
A slight glance at him, and I see his cheeks have a slight pink tint. I lower my head to cover the bright pink on my cheeks and the sly smile I'm forming. It's silly for us to be acting like this, acting so shy and childish at this moment all because of what I said? It's dumb, but the actions that could lead to is what makes it even more dumb. Why not act like we're mature and just forget what I said, and professional while he checks over me.
His hands are becoming warmer, he tightens my calf and I feel pressure but I feel no pain or any muscle pain. He doesn't look at me, his eyes focus on my other leg and I still feel no pain or anything. He doesn't want to look at me, and he makes sure he hides his face but I can see the little smile he has. I feel the pink on my cheeks slowly turn into a soft red as my faces starts to feel hot, I feel my lips form a wider smile as his hands start to go more up.
His hands are sliding past my knees, his face lowers more, his blush isn't changing it's just becoming more pink, his hands are warm now, almost getting hot. I feel my smile fading now, instead I'm feeling more nervous and have the urge to cry and scream like a baby.
I guess there is a reason why we feel so shy and awkward.
We are just a couple of kids who don't know any better.
I don't have a smile anymore, my lips are just slightly parted almost frowning. My eyebrows are furrowed, I'm getting very scared that my palms are sweating. My fingertips feel clammy, my eyes are becoming blurry I squint hard and force every part of my body not to kick him. I don't want his hands traveling anymore on my body, this is scaring me and I don't want to do this anymore. I can't let this lead to something else.
I like him, and possibly love him but, that's not a reason why he should be doing this. This is something new to us, we are doing something that doesn't compare to last night. Or the previous times. It doesn't because of one solid reason:
I'm letting him do this.
His hands are now hot and almost clammy. He is near my inner thighs, his head is now to the point where I don't think he can see, I can only see stomach and the hair that's hanging down in front of me. I am feeling the tingling more and the urge to twitch is strong, so far I haven't felt any pain but I am feeling something now.
When I think about it, it makes sense...right? I didn't like him at the first few times he attacked me, I didn't know if I liked him or not but I knew for sure that I didn't want him taking advantage of me. So he laid off. But it's when he confessed his love for me that made me wonder more. He still didn't back off but he didn't do anything extreme because I told him I didn't like him.
Last night, he came rescuing me. He was nice and caring for once. I was in no use to even bathe myself which is why he was so kind because...because...
I just knew. Yes, it's when I finally realized that maybe he can be the one for me. It was in my dream...
But, just because I FINALLY have feelings for him doesn't mean he can do this! Or can he? Well, it's for my health, he's being the kind person he was last night. But... I don't want him doing this because of what I said a few moments before. He thinks that I gave him the advantage with those words. Oh no, does he think that?
We are just kids, we can't be doing this kind of stuff. I might love him, and he might love me but to have sex and be in a committed relationship? Hell. Fucking. No. This and last night is all new to us. He doesn't even know what he's doing! My life was almost risked and to think he can take it? Like this? No. We are not ready. And plus...
He doesn't know that I love him. I haven't told him yet. If I let him go any further, I think he will know. But just because he has good looks and he was kind JUST ONCE doesn't mean I love him. Or can it? I need more proof.
My eyes pop out at the slight pain. His thumbs are applying pressure very close to my area, and it all feels weird but in a painful way. His hands are extremely hot now and the more he presses, the more it hurts. I feel very dizzy now and almost faint.
"Enough!"
I've had enough of this. He looks up, his face painted red, a deep crimson blush all over. I slap him right in the face with a loud smack, kicking him off the table. He tumbles down to the floor, grabbing his face while rolling on the floor.
He has a smile of pure satisfactory lust.
I feel the tingling in my legs go away along with the pain. I feel less dizzy now, but I feel a headache coming in. I frown upon him as his deep crimson color fades away, his smile slightly gone but still there. I can see it in his eyes that he was so close.
"...What the hell was that for...? Damn...that hurt..." I can see my faint handprint on his right cheek.
"I don't want you doing that. Anymore. I am fine, end of story. Just get up!"
"What do you mean, 'me not doing that anymore?'"
"You know what I mean! Like the last few times in school!"
"What?!" He's walking towards me.
"STOP TAKING ADVANTAGE OF ME. STOP IT!" I make it loud and clear for him.
He stops walking, letting go of his slapped cheek. His face shows no emotion, he looks at me with those blue, crystal eyes.
"...What?..."
"Every damn time. You try to take advantage! Please..."
"Please..." I feel tears on the brim of my eyes. I can't even stand up, the pain and pleasing isn't enough.
I let my legs fall to the floor, carefully placing my hands in front of me. I let my hair fall over me as I face the floor.
As I bow in front of him I say it one last time, "Please." I see one tear drop to the floor.
His footsteps are coming closer to me. I wait for his response.
"Get up."
His words are gentle. Not harsh, nor distrusting.
"Come on."
I look up at him and see him extending his hand to me. A soft half-smile on his lips, nothing more, nothing less.
"I'm sorry. I'll try not to do it again, I can't promise anything but I will try to keep to myself. I just...want you to be safe and I guess a part of me wants your attention."
I'm too speechless, but I am impressed at how honest he is right now. Could I trust him? Maybe. But I still need more proof.
"Come on, we do have to do some errands. I'd like to take you, show you around, and kind of show you off." His hand is still in front of me.
I take hold of his hand, he pulls me up in one short pull. He fixes my messy hair and with his other hand, wipes the small tears off my face. He grins big and only grins.
"Let's go."
"Wait,"
"What?" He's already heading for his dresser. He pulls out a nice shirt, I see that it's red.
"What did you mean you were gonna show me off?"
"Well, you are pretty and I want to take you out in public so people can see how pretty you are. Especially with me. Make people see how good we look as a couple."
"We are not a couple. I don't even like you." I assert him.
He puts on the shirt.
"Yes you do. You said it last night. In your sleep. You also thanked me. To be exact, you said you 'loved' me."
"..." He sees me in a state of shock and only smiles.
"Come on. Let's go."
I have no words to say. I have no recollection of me even dreaming, how could I have let that slip? While dreaming?! I can't believe it, and even see that he never questioned it or brought it up until now. He's going through his wardrobe, he takes out a pair of pants and he smiles at the choice.
His sleeves are white and the rest of his long-sleeved shirt is red. His pants are a dark blue and fits him perfectly. I keep standing in my place, staring. He looks at himself in the mirror and smiles, ruffling his blond hair.
"I went through your clothes and I hope you don't mind, but I already picked out your clothes. So get dressed!"
"I don't need you dressing me up and showing me around! I can dress myself! S-Stupid..."
I walk to the bedroom, seeing him brushing his hair and just ruffling it to make better. He sees me enter and smiles, sitting on the bed with the clothes he has out for me to wear.
"I just thought that this would look cute on you. And plus...the price tag is still attached." He points to the price tags on the leggings and the shirt.
I look at the tags and remember when I bought it. It was two years ago. I don't know why I bought it, I just remember that Joselyn thought it looked good on me and wanted me to buy it. But, I always think that leggings don't look good on me but I wanted to make my friend happy. I don't even what the outfit is, it's just blue and black with a bit of white.
"Come on...put it on. You've never put it on before..."
"But I don't think leggings good on me. I only wear them on special occasions."
"Well, think of this as a special occasion. And plus, the tag on the leggings say that it makes your legs and figure really good." His eyes are gleaming at me.
I think about it, all while looking at me. For a split second, I stare at him and he happily grins at me. Fuck, that grin of his is just too good.
"...Alright. I'll wear them."
"Yes! Now come on! Let's hurry, we have to get some food before three in the afternoon!" He leaves the room as I'm about to take off my shirt.
"Why before three?" I take off the tag on the shirt and before putting it on, I look around to see if this guy has any deodorant. I see it on his dresser and dab some on my underarms.
"Just because! I have to study! You too! Now hurry!"
"I'm hurrying! Gosh!" I have the outfit on but I need some perfume. I don't have any so I look in his dresser. I use the one that he used and just spray lightly.
I deeply inhale the smell and have to confess, this smells good. I smile thinking that this is how he smells. I go to the bathroom and see the mouthwash. I don't know where my old toothbrush is, so mouthwash will do.
I swish this minty liquid in my mouth and feel disgusted that some of it went in my mouth. I spit it out and rinse my mouth with the water, I can hear him walking around and opening a door. I have to hurry quickly or else he'll yell again.
As I walk back to the bedroom, I see him putting on his coat. He goes to the kitchen and I see him pulling out some money out of a drawer. I don't have time to keep looking, I go into the room and look for the hairbrush he used. I see it on the nightstand, I let the brush untangle my long hair and feel my hair lighter and more softer.
I have my back to the mirror as I brush while standing. My hair stopping below my bottom, and my bangs covering my eyes but arranging them with the brush, they settle nicely below my eyelids. I touch my hair it feels like silk, I brush it one last time before arranging it in place and feel my hair so big and the big waves.
I put down the brush and see the brush is covered in hairs I cringe at the sight and just wonder why I lose so much hair. I leave it and turn around to see myself in the mirror. I scare myself at the sight. Breathtaking in two ways: beautiful and horrifying.
These black leggings making my legs and hips outstanding, and this dark blue shirt with sleeves that stop at my elbows.
But it's my face that shocks me. Lots of dry areas and under-eye circles with a small blemish on the bottom of my cheek. These are small things but I wish I had makeup to covering t up.
I stop staring and just go to the living room where I find Naruto waiting for me with his coat on and another coat on his hand. My sneakers are on the floor next to him.
We both lock eyes and stare at each other, looking at how amazingly beautiful we are to each other.
"See? Worth showing you around. Let's go."
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