Hey! So I'm hating myself because I'm having writers block on this story, so I've decided to put a hold on things for while. But I will be posting other stories. I hope you'll read them. Please Enjoy!
"Merry Christmas." He smirked as he said this.
The Jerk! I began to panic when he roughly smacked his lips on mine. I brought my hands up to his chest in an attempt to push him away, only to be trapped within his hold as he wrapped his arms around me.
His lips were a bit chapped but it somehow made the friction between us a bit more…intense. He tilted his head to the left, making his lips mold against mine, or was it the other way around. I then panicked when I felt a wet swipe at my bottom lip. What the hell is he doing? Bracing myself against his chest I pushed him back and ducked under his arms.
I looked at him, adrenaline rushing through my veins. I could see his three black commas spinning. I blinked and they stopped. His breathing was heavy but quiet. I could see Sasuke tense and push Nana behind him as Itachi took a step forward. What's happening? Breathe Em…no need to panic…. I couldn't stop the rush I felt from the adrenaline. My arms started to twitch. No wrong move Em! Something's wrong! But before I could contemplate what was wrong my left arm was already up.
Crack! I was breathing hard as Itachi sat on the floor holding his left cheek. My eyes widened as he lifted his eyes to look at me. One long crack ran through his now red star-shaped iris eye stopping about a centimeter below his defined dark eyebrow. His bloody irises where the whites were suppose to be was now black and boring into me. I stepped back as he stood and let his hand fall to the side. There on his cheek was a spider web of cracks, starting from the center of his cheeks and flourishing out. He stepped forward again with a threat shining through his dark red eyes. I'm sure he'll make good on that threat. Before he could take another step closer to me, Nana was standing in front of me with her arms outstretched.
"I swear if you touch her, it'll be the last thing you'll ever do!" A growl escaped as her tone of voice became demonic. Another growl was emitted but this time from Sasuke who was glaring at me with rage through the same bloody star-shaped irises.
"Nana, what the hell is going on?!" I exclaimed as Sasuke was now standing in front of Naruko. Damn, I didn't even see him move.
"Naruko," he started softly but with a hint of unease, "this isn't our fight." He glared back at me and then looked back at Nana with concern. I could tell by the way her body tensed that she was against what he was saying. She sighed and turned towards me.
"Nana?" I breathed in and held it as her eyes were not that soft sky-ocean cyan color but now were a orange-red color.
"Ema..." she drifted off and then sighed, preparing to sit on the floor, but before her bottom could touch the ground Sasuke had a chair in his hand. What the fug...He was just a blur that time.
"I really didn't want you to find out. Not ever." Nana stared at me dejectedly with her now dull blue eyes. I breathed out in relief at the familiarity. Her eyes held such powerful emotion: sadness, pain, loss and rejection. I then realized why Sasuke looked at me with hate. I had brought pain, that should have been long forgotten, to his woman.
"Want me to find out what? What are you talking about?" I asked cautiously, glancing at the Uchiha family. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Mikoto standing as still as a statue. If she had Greek clothing on she could have passed as statue. Heck even with the modern clothes she wearing right now she could still pass as a statue. All she needs to do is strike a pose. Itachi was still standing behind Sasuke and Nana, but his eyes were not that black-red star set but instead back to its three spinning commas. Sasuke, of course was still glaring at me with rage.
For some reason the things that I had learned from Jiraiya in the last five years seemed to slowly seep into my mind. The speed that no possible human could reach, cracks that was not even humanly possible, being still as a statue, the eye color change. Although it wasn't concrete evidence, the information seemed to click like a puzzle.
"Ema I—" I cut her off. I already know, you baka.
"Kit." Her eyes widened as I glanced at the floor. I shouldn't be surprised about Nana being a Kitsune but... I just didn't expect it to be all real. I thought the old perv was just spouting on about his idiotic fantasy nonsense for his stupid-ash hentai books.
Sighing I sat down and leaned back on the heals of my hands, staring up at the ceiling.
"I'm not sure I believe it but..." I looked at the four before me and sighed again. This sure is going to be boring. "before I moved in with you, your grandma kinda let stuff slip while she was drunk." I looked at Nana who had an expression of shock, anger, and fear?
"Okay so it wasn't really her entire fault okay? So maybe I decided to get...her...a bit...drunk..." I said guilty thinking about the ten bottles of sake I had bought that night. I looked at the confused group. Well Nana was the only one that looked confused but you get the feeling, right?
"Okay, okay. Um...how to start this...Well let's see it began when...
Okay sorry if it was short and not so..."pulling you in" kind of excitement. I just hope that I get over this writers block soon. I'm beginning to like this story...Anyway please feel free to review or not. Thanks!