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AN: Defiantly not the best chapter I say :( (but that is for you to decide)! Unfortunately, I am finding it difficult with these few chapters (I actually can't wait for this whole marriage ordeal to be over, lol). Sorry for not updating in soo long! I've had the worst dry spell that I am still slowly coming out of (seriously, I felt like crying it was that bad). :S
The next two or three chapters should be good. ;D

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Chapter 19: Rotten

I frowned as I looked at him. I would miss him if this only bit of information I had was not true…
I brought my head to his ear to whisper what he needed to hear. "My home…" I felt a tear brush my cheek…

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I stilled on a tree, staring blankly into my old home town. My bottom lip was slightly quivering. An uplifted breeze made my dark hair whisk around me; I pushed it away from my face. My stomach was twisting and turning uncomfortably as I stared into the abandoned, ghost-like village. The icy air was creating goose bumps on my skin; every shaky breath I took made a vapour of mist puff out.

My heart was beating erratically when my foot hit the pavement, making a dull slap noise. God, I didn't want to be here! It seemed eerie at night-time without my team mates with me. I bit my lip as I started my slow, uncertain walk into the darkness of my village.

It was dark in the outskirts. The Moon was blinded by patches of tall, sturdy trees, making everything pitch black – nothing was there. I couldn't see myself in the shadows; I closed my eyes tightly when my heart started pumping harshly against my ribcage. Why am I like this!

I shakily ran a hand through my fringe as I looked at the old, wooden building. It looked so… bad. I could see fine cracks forming in the delicate woodwork and windows hanging off hinges, flapping with the icy wind.

I almost collapsed under my own weight when my hand touched the moist, cold doorhandle.

.:Flashback:.
My erratic breath caught in my throat when I finally reached home. Tears were blurring my vision. It didn't feel the same, dark; I shook my head from the troubling thoughts and gave one last, scarce look to the coldly pouring streets before I entered my house, my warmth, my safety.

"Mummy? Daddy?" I gushed out frantically.

My own voice didn't even sound like mine – tight, foreign. When I finally entered the kitchen my heart constricted in my chest from the wrenching sight that made me freeze in my steps.

"M-mum? …D-dad?" shakily escaped my lips in a whisper as more tears came to my frantic eyes.
.:End of flashback:.

My bones became ridged from the memory. Everything that I've been avoiding from my past will come rushing back unwontedly. A crooked, trembling smile came to my dry lips as I licked them moist. Life really did suck when it decided it was finally time to kick you in the ass. Oh the joy… I was thankful that it was night time, though, even if it was creepy, because it meant that whatever was inside that hit me emotionally it was disorientated and morphed by the sharply lit moonlight, changing things I once knew.

Contrary to belief, I didn't think I could do this on my own. No matter how much I were to believe in myself, it just hurt too much to even bear the thought of doing this totally on my own when I was in such a weak state of mind. Only for Sasuke... The stressful gears in my mind would go into overdrive with emotional strain.

First, the person who had finally, unwontedly, re-entered my heart in a way I didn't wish for, may be ripped away from me in tethered shreds. Secondly, my old country where my very life began and held so many memories, were being forced back into my brain painfully. And lastly, my old home country is possibly keeping lies within their walls, tainting what was once somewhat peaceful.

When I stepped inside my old, rundown home, a raw rush of emotion hit me. My catty, green-blue eyes glossed over from the old, lingering feel of love mixed with malice from what happened so long ago. It was suffocating to stand within this house's walls. Everything cried out in waves of desperate anguish that rattled my very core.

I hissed when I felt a sharp, stinging pain in my arm and saw that my fingernails were biting into my quivering flesh. I took a wobbly breath of ice-cold air and forced my body to relax from its shaking.

I blindly reached down to take off my shoes so I could pass the entrances threshold and enter what was once my life.

No matter how much you try, old habits never leave you...

The air was stale and musty. A hollow ace throbbed in my chest, making me want to cry. I shook when I felt tears gather in my eyes when saw my parent's bedroom. My breath became shallow and tight as I fisted my jeans, hoping they would keep my last strand of thread sane.

I tugged at my hair from the mixed waft of perfume that surrounded me when I entered. I collapsed onto the grimy floor and my eyes widened when my body racked with painful spasms as images bled into my brain with such intensity. My eyes squinted together as my clenched fist hit the grown pathetically when moisture leaked down my tight face; I could hear my distant sobbing voice when it echoed off the walls softly. Why, why... why did this have to happen to me!

It was sometime after when I felt the sting of ice prickle my skin from the atmosphere, that I noticed that I had curled into myself like a ball of protection. I looked around the old room with hazy, green-blue eyes. I started to sickly muse to myself when I felt that my muscles had cramped from the coldness. I may have had the same past as Sasuke but I wasn't hell bent on revenge. I... wonder what Sasuke felt like when he visited his old house?

But these things, that we knew and shared, I knew we'd have to face them sometime. I just didn't think it would be so soon.

The corners of my lips curled. But this was all part of it, the recovery, wasn't it? All of the wounds, memories, reopen and somewhat become infected, making it harder for them to reseal. The process was long and hard. It took time, you weren't supposed to fight nor hide from it. You had to take it in baby steps, no matter how much it hurt. Or the wounds would never properly heal; they would just stay there forever like a silvery, uplifted blemish on your... heart.

A twisted, anguished smirk came to my lips from the rough, raw truth. What a cruel, cruel world it really was.

I shakily got up, letting my muscles clench and unclench painfully. I was somewhat thankful because it made me forget just a little bit of what once went down here and it also made me remember that I wasn't in another nightmare.

I shook my head and brushed my dark fringe away from my piercing gaze, and started to look more around the house for some sort of clue.

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My finger collected dust as I let it slide along the smooth, wooden table; I was hesitantly fingering an old, tattered book lying in the table's draw. I looked up to the moon as I let my hands run up and down the draw, uncertain. It felt so wrong for me to be snooping around my old house. It felt like I was unwanted in the cluttered basement. Thick sheets of mattered cobwebs were dangling down from the roof, like they were a protection for the darkly illuminated room.

For some reason the strange, old book seemed to call me. It looked so old, medieval. There was calligraphy that was hard to understand on the dark, coppery cover. My fingers traced the writing and I slightly flinched when I felt the disturbing, yet somewhat soothing, book prick my skin, drawing blood. The writing seemed to get a faint glow and then dispelled.

I raised an eyebrow when finer writing leaked onto the ancient book. I eyed the haunted-feeling thing as I slowly sat at the desk.

My eye twitched as I opened the book, feeling ridiculous that a book triggered so many unwanted emotions. I clicked my tongue and huffed. The book was in my house! Why should I not have the liberty to look inside the daft thing! I felt like swatting myself over the head from my idiocy. Ha. I now I know how Sakura must feel around Naruto sometimes.

My eyebrow now twitched thinking of how she last acted with me. Gesh, she overreacted for absolutely nothing! There was and is nothing happening with me and Sasuke! I frowned when I thought of him and looked back at the book, shaking my head. I didn't have the time to muse over such insignificant things. I reached for the old article and opened it to read its contents, hoping that it had something that could help stop this marriage.

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My breath was cut short after I skimmed some sections of the book that I thought would be relevant. I could see the book was written by different people from possibly over the generations – it was almost like a diary. I quickly closed the book and relocked it into the draw before I sped out of the house with certain, little facts (I did not have time to read the thick piece of literature) running through my head like a ticking time bomb:

Characteristics:
People with the Preferred Blood often have shades of black hair and green-blue eyes. Other characteristics come into account but usually are of the people with the Non-Preferred Blood.

Mitsuki's Clans Power:
When full moon, the Clan's People who are Non-Preferred in Blood can "tap" into those powers of who are Preferred Blood.
A Preferred One's power varies depending on the person with the strongest Preferred Blood. These powers are of one "becoming" with the earth.

Preferred One's History:
Throughout the centuries, Mitsuki's clan has evolved, from our power to changing our very name, which was first called Mochidzuki whom was exiled...

My eyes turned hard as I raced through the trees.