=====********Chapter 3*******=====
Siria stood up after a few minutes, and jumped out the nearest window.
She didn't know why she had used her Kekkai Genkai to find Narutard, but she felt like helping him.
However, the blunette simply wrote it off as curiosity to find out what the Uchiha heir would do to the village idiot.
And, she was curious about about herself as well. She had been emotionally deade for years before coming here to this place, the result of years of neglect, harsh training, and abuse of all kinds. She's peen through so much pain now that it's converted into pleasure; put simply, you don't want to get her bloodlust up: she'd kill you with a smile on her fair face.
After coming here and realizing she wouldn't be hurt for feeling emotion, much less showing it, that she began to fnd the emotions she buried deep inside at a early age. She met a young Hinata, and became friends, despite the Hyuuga Heir's timidity and her lack of experience in emotions. When alone, Hinata came out of her shell, no longer feeling the pressure being what she and all her family believed as a weak heir. And when alone with the Hyuuga, Siria was able to cast off her pride and ask about what she was feeling, get a name to call what she was feeling.
Slowly, each girl gained what they needed most: someone whom they could speak to about all things. Siria told Hinanta of her only other friend, a young red head from the Village Hidden in the Sand who repressed his own feelings as much as her's were repressed by others. Hinata told Siria of her giant crush on Naruto, and why that was so. Siria had felt awed and humbled by the hardships the young boy had faced and couldn't make herself be as coldly proud with him as she was of others.
And it was then that Siria got her first glimpse of a emotion she had yet to feel: romantic love. She knew (with the help of Hinata) that the love she felt towards the Hyuuga was sibling love and affection, but had believed for so very long, even before regaining her emotions, that she would never take part in anything romantic. Her parents coupling was that of high breeding and political worth, as her mother had come from the Village Hidden in the Grass and her father from the Sand. Their marriage had been to close the peace treaty between the Sand and the Grass.
It expired when the Sand learned of the Grass collaborating with their known enemy, the Village Hidden in Stone, behind their backs and had left her mother bitter. Doctors belived that it was the reason she could no longer bare children. So the chances of having another male heir to their Clan should her older brother fall in battle.
There had never been love in that match, and by the time her brother was ten he already had a engagement to a girl of high status that lived in the Village Hidden in the Cloud. There would more than likely never be love in that match either.
Now, 2 years from when she moved to Konoha (A/N: She's 12 by the way.) She had experienced almost all of the emotions a girl her age should have.
But, the ice tinted blunette had no clue as to what emotion she felt when she was around the Uchiha. She had heard the rumors, the facts; she knew of what happened to his clan, albeit not in detail. She had never shown the boy pity, never even given him a second thought until she saw him observing her earlier that day. She didn't even know how to describe it other than it made her feel good and bad at the same time. Like she was sick and happy about it. And how she repressed the blush she felt coming to her face. Siria, in retaliation for making her feel something she couldn't identify, examined him much more openly than he did herself. She saw his eyes widen slightly, before holding her gaze captive. It was like he bound her to the dark abyss that his eye's contained. At the time she thanked the gods for Kiba's call; otherwise whoknew what would've happened next.
Siria snapped out of her reverie as she heard conversation and spotted Forehead Pink Girl and Sasuke talking. As she landed a few feet behind him she idly wondered when she stopped thinking of him as 'Uchiha' and started thinking him as 'Sasuke.'
Sasuke gave her a glance and she nodded to him, making Sakura angry. The pinkette noticed how unconsciously Siria seemed to take a defesive stance, guarding the area behind Sasuke as Sasuke altered his stance enough to keep Siria in his line of sight. The jealousy Sakura felt building up caused a slight pain, not that she showed it.
Siria stared up at the sky while they talked, not really caring about what they were saying, just waiting to tell Sasuke where Naruto was. However, Siria snapped to attention when rage began to radiate off of Sasuke.
"Being scolded by your parents doesn't even compare." He told Sakura, uncaring of the water in her eyes. After a particularly cold look he said "You... make me sick!" And to Siria his quietly seething tone more terrifying than if he was yelling.
Siria stepped up next to Sasuke, able to mask her worry only through her expression, her eyes and voice leaked concern. "Sasuke...?"
Sasuke glanced at her sharply, and softened his gaze when he saw her slight wince. He didn't know that the look had reminded Siria slightly of her father. "Hn?"
She blinked at him carefully, letting him know without words she was worried, before changing the subject. "Narutard is in the building. Want me to show you where?"
Sasuke looked at her, slowly regaining his composure and soaking up the calm he radiated, before shrugging and standing to the side, letting her get in front of him. She gave him a hesitant smile and began to walk towards the academy with confidence, Sasuke following only a few steps behind.
Sakura watched all this through narrowed eyes. She didn't like the obvious bond they had, but couldn't understand when it was formed. Siria hadn't acknowledged Sasuke and neither had Sasuke acknowledged her before today. All she knew for sure is that she had one more rival for Sasuke's love, But she would still win! And she couldn't and wouldn't let her get the upper hand. She'd fight her the whole way, even if she had to do it dirty.
And deep inside her subconscious, Sakura knew it was futile. She saw the way Sasuke's coal black eyes had immediately gone to Siria when she called his name, how the rage died and became something tender. How he calmed slowly just by looking at her. The worry in Siria's eyes, the dark knowledge and acceptance swiming deep in her ice-blue eyes.
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Siria led the way to where the bathroom was, and when they could hear Naruto talking to himself, Siria backed off and let Sasuke walk in front of her. She had been confused, ever since she called out to Sasuke. She didn't like the rage; it marred his features, made him look demonic. And, much to her chagrin, he didn't feel like himself. Like the presence she had somehow came to trust.
When Siria stopped, Sasuke bumped into her, wrapped so deeply in his own thoughts of her reaction to his rage. He quickly regained his balance gripped Siria's upper arm to help her regain her own. When she gained it she looked up at him with a small amused smile, that made her ice-like eyes shine brighter. Sasuke discovered that he could better hide his embarassment if he smirked, and he did so, feeling his monster puff with pride at the slight dusting of pink that rose in her face.
Siria gently disengaged the hand around her bicep and took a few steps back. She smiled at him. "You're gonna want a clear shot at the Idiot when you see him and I don't want to get in the way." She nodded at the bathroom door.
He watched her carefully for a moment before walking on, but he stopped and shot her a smirk from over his shoulder. "And Siria?" He didn't understand the happiness he felt when he finally said her name, and neither did the blunette as she supressed a furious blush. Sasuke waited until she looked up at him. "You can call me Sasuke. It doesn't matter." He felt a unusual joy when he saw her grin at him, though he didn't understand why.
"Sure." She told him before turning around and heading down the hall. "See you in class." She tossed over her shoulder, and gave him a mischievous smile, making him fight down a blush, "Make sure you give the Idiot a hit for me." And continued on her way.