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Sorry there's cursing/cussing in this chapter (I can't hold back my cussing any longer D: ).

Now On With The Story

The Same Eyes

Chapter 11

His Haunting

'Less than a day has passed and I've accomplished most of my daily needs...' "Food...Check. Water...Check. Shelter...Fuck," She had been moving for quite some time, even gathered food for herself. She had some sort of dead pigeon, and a few berries as her meals for the day plus a usual supply of water, all in a gray sling bag she mugged from a bandit who was trying to steal from her.

He really did have it coming. The Stars were not on his side.

She quietly made her way to the village, there was a guard at the entrance where a 10 foot fence stood around the village. While she was on her way there, she had to disguise herself as an ordinary girl. She took put on her dirtied gray cloak, and began rummaging through the bag. A knife, her own supplies, and a large piece of worn out red cloth.

She made haste and wrapped the large sword with the velvet cloth. It was a perfect fit, saying how huge the sword originally was. Along the way she ripped off a piece of the red cloth and wrapped it as a finisher on the large antique.

She used a jutsu and transformed into a rather Damsel-In-Distress type, a girl shorter and younger than her original self. With bouncy shoulder length hair that shone like the sun, and eyes that glimmered like the sea. She looked herself over...'a rather nice job.'

"What is your business here, miss?" The totally disgustingly buffed out male stared down at her small form. "I'm Hueniko, Mieko. I came from a nearby village, I came here because I am on an errand for my madame." A low curtsy, and before she knew it she was at an inn.

"Hi there! How can I help you?" There stood a young man looking a little too eager to serve her. She kept up the act and started to flirt for a room.

"Ano...h-how much is a room?" A high pitched, voice with cheeks tainted with blusing pink.

"Well it's 1000 yen per night."

"A-A thousand yen?!" She stared at him in utterly *fake shock, "could it be a bit less please...I don't possibly think I have even half of that." At least the last part was true.

"Um... I'm not suppose to do this but...how about 200 yen then?" He said slyly while smirking at her; a million dollar smile.

"Truly?" Her acting was truly profound, yet questionable.

"Of course!" He gave a wide smile and shook her hand, "lemme take you to your room. By the way my name's Gen."

"Thank you Gen, I'm Mieko." She smiled sweetly before closing the door in his face, the disguise immediately fell off and along with herself fell down to the floor.

Sighing, the sweet smile turned to a tired scowl.

"Ugh!" She wasn't use to all this smiling. But 200 yen instead of 1000, was an awesome deal.

Kyu finally began to absorb in her surroundings, this so called '200 yen' room had one bed, a small working kitchen, and a large window who's view was covered up by forest.

Through the window radiated a few rays of warm orange light past through blind spots in of the crowding leaves. "Ah... Time to eat..." She said to the invisible man. Her eyes wandered over to the empty seat directly beside her.

For the first time she realized how much she was used to the dog's presence. After their training and almost death situations, one of them would proclaim 'Let's eat.' It felt strange and lonely without the other's company. Her eyes dimmed, as her eyes went back down to her hands. She did not understand this new feeling she felt was strange and tugged at every part of her. At most she would feel pride, or disappointment towards him.

She took out the dead bird wrapped up in large leaves. She prepared the dead bird, luckily for her this the little inn had working water... The blood trickles down the drains as the she cuts into the kill.

The sound of bones breaking, red liquid dripping, and flesh being sliced finally ended when she had a big bloody mess in front of her and a bird in a pan being tossed around until a lovely almost unburnt brown.

'Crispy...' She mumbled as she bit into her meal.

The day past on with herself carrying out her usual duties of polishing the sword that was almost as tall as she was, cleaning up after the meal, and train until she dropped down from exhaustion.

The area she had was limited, but she made her best with what she had. She held the clothes hanger in one hand, as she would have down with the large sword; in order to keep the room intact. And began training remembering the footsteps the man in front of her would usually make, a few flinches and the intimidation act. It had been a year of facing the once smaller boy. Though he had grown to be a grown man, and she had to leave him independent, or her ties to him would could never be severed.

The image of the dog wavedaway like a stream of quick water. She wiped the sweat accumulated on her forehead, and let out the last sigh she had for the day. Taking off her clothing along the way, she headed towards the bathroom. Ah... The sweet, warm, loving bathroom. There she was finally able to enjoy a time consuming hot bath.

She watched like a child as pipes poured out clear streams of hot water, the gleaming liquid accumulated into a vast ocean as she set herself in, her tender joints easing. There through the steam she saw his image; looking directly across from the other side the large tub was the boy, with a solitary but satisfied look similar to herself. Only had she noticed him there after a few seconds, turning her ruby eyes directly in front of her again had he disappeared.

'Ah...'

'...My mind is playing tricks again.' She regained her posture and finished her day with that last image of him in the tub.

'Am I truly getting too soft?'

'I remember his ruby eyes...the same as mine. This is not the same feeling of admiration as I felt before though...What is this?' Questions with no answers flew around her mind; haunting her leaving the soul with no rest what-so-ever.

"So you were completely serious about the contract...even in death you won't leave me alone..." She whispered to the bellowing winds against her two door window.

Oh, dear...Even when Kyu finds refuge away from the Uchiha, he'll still haunt around every corner of her mind.

Note:

Can you spell 'f-a-n-s-e-r-v-i-c-e'? You guys better give me some feedback for this, D

it's hard to write, let alone imagine fan service. Tama isn't a fan service kinda person...

I have no clue if people even read these, if you do... then please alert me.

-Tama