I refuse to put a disclaimer here cause everyone should be bright enough to know that I don't own Naruto. I'm pretty sure that's why this is called FANfiction.
├Part Thirty-Two┤
I quickly, but silently, threw the warm covers off of me. Looking around my dark and confining room, I grabbed a kunai, just in case.
Opening the door a crack, I peered out. The hallways were quiet and deserted. I softly made my way out of the room and down the long corridor.
I was only in my nightgown but at the moment, I didn't care. It wouldn't matter in the long run anyways. If I were caught, they'd know right away who I was and probably approach me with caution unless it was Orochimaru or Kabuto.
I slipped through the halls as quietly as I could, trying to suppress the fear that was slowly building up inside of me. If I didn't, I'd be sure to start breathing short gasps and make even more noise.
The glowing remains of the torches that were held to the wall by brackets only made the whole thing a lot scarier.
So far, so good. Aw hell, I didn't want to jinx myself, now did I? The closed wooden doors lining the walls remained the way they were. None were open and none looked as though they were going to anytime soon.
I finally reached the exit and let out a small breath of relief. Not looking behind me, I quickly darted out into the fresh air.
Being alone had given me a lot of time to think. Once in a while, I'd think back to Konoha and realize that I haven't smiled in a long time. After thinking on that subject for a while I began to realize that just being here, with people I didn't particularly like, was draining me slowly.
I was becoming some sort of emotionless bastard, the kind I hated so much. Well the only reason I really hated them was because they didn't give any reaction to anything I said to them.
One afternoon, I looked at myself in the reflection made by the water. It was really weird considering I hadn't seen my own face in a while and that the water kept moving and distorting my features. Then I tried to smile.
It was a very awkward smile and an obviously forced one. The constant moving reflection didn't help in any way either.
I looked up to the night sky and saw that the moon was full and shining brightly. I could see things clearly around me as I instantly recognized my surroundings.
After I realized that I hadn't been moving fast enough, I broke out in a run. I jumped through the trees barefoot, which sort of hurt but nothing I couldn't handle.
As I saw the crystal clear river in front of me, I tried smiling again. It still felt really weird. I then followed the river, going to my right.
Yes, you'd probably say I'm crazy for deciding this to be my destination. I actually have done this many times before in the past, attempts, just not here. The time never seemed right and I couldn't sneak out.
Finally I reached it, the rather small waterfall. I climbed up to the top, wind whipping my hair around my face. My nightgown was being pressed up against my legs and so I sat down.
I closed my eyes and tilted my head upwards. Many memories came flooding back to me as this all felt so familiar.
A moment of thoughts went by and I finally opened my eyes. I yawned slightly and then stood up. This was it, nobody could stop me now.
I may be pathetic in some people's eyes but I could care less.
So I turned around, my back to the waterfall, and jumped backwards. I fell through the air, expecting to hit water.
Instead, someone caught me.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" came a slightly familiar voice. I looked up, my eyes widening slightly but then I glared at the person.
"Exactly what it looked like," I replied angrily. He landed on the ground beside the river, letting me go.
I then ran for the water. Soon I was almost to my waist deep in the current when he pulled me back forcefully.
"You're trying to KILL yourself?!" he asked, raising his voice slightly.
My glare only intensified, "You don't know what it's like to have this stupid…curse for a family memory!" I cried out at him, tears biting at my eyes. I really didn't want to cry right now.
"Oh really?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, "So then why are you running away?"
"I'm not running away!" I yelled at him, "I'm only trying to relieve something…brought on without me wanting it," I said the last part quietly.
He relaxed somewhat and I took this opportunity to grab the kunai I had brought along from the folds in my nightgown.
"You can't stop me!" I yelled, "Nobody can!" With that I thrust the small dagger up to my throat quickly, hoping it would go deep enough.
But no, of course HE had to stop me.
"Quit it," he said as he held onto my arm forcefully, "It's useless. I won't allow you to die."
My attempts for not crying had failed as tears suddenly spilled from my eyes. The arm holding the kunai went limp as did my whole body.
He quickly took the weapon from my hand and threw it aside. Then he pulled me into an awkward sort of hug, using his hand to push my head lightly into his shoulder.
"Why don't you tell me all about it?" Sasuke Uchiha asked quietly, sort of uneasy with trying to comfort someone.
And so it was my turn to go down memory lane and tell him all about my horrible family.
After all, we all know what happened to his, right?
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-Jen-