It frightened me how the gentle caress of his lips managed to make me ignore all of my other feelings towards him, how my anger and infuriation with him and the rest of his army seemed to disappear the moment he pressed his lips against mine. It frightened me how I didn't want him to let go, how I wanted him to hold me within his hands and kiss me as if my life depended on it. It frightened me because he was nothing but a monster, and I was nothing but a prisoner to him, a toy for him to play with.
I knew that there was no way that he cared about me. He just wanted me around to take care of his sexual frustrations and pass out his sadistic desires upon. I was just a pawn in his game, useless, not required, and as soon as he realized he didn't need me anymore, I would be thrown out with the rest of his pawns. Broken and dead. And I knew I shouldn't get attached to something, to someone who was only going to get rid of me once he was done playing around with me.
I knew I shouldn't have enjoyed the feeling of his lips against mine. I knew I shouldn't have enjoyed the feeling of his fingers running through my hair in his heated desires for me. I knew how I shouldn't have felt the heat pooling at the pit of my stomach, and the churning of my heart. I shouldn't have been feeling that desire for him when he let me go, as my lips tingled and cheeks reddened.
I wanted to believe that the only reason I was feeling this way towards him was because of what he had told me about his past, and that my heart only yearned for him because of the sympathy I felt towards his situation. He had no one. He never had anyone, and all that I thought I wanted to do was fill that space in his heart that had always been empty.
Sasuke wasn't that man that I had always desired. I wanted someone who was going to be able to take care of me, who was going to be a good husband, a good father to our children. I needed someone reliable and kind. I needed someone like Lee. Not someone who knew nothing but pain, and did nothing but inflict it upon others.
I was trapped beneath him, pressed against the bed with my legs stuck between both of his thighs. I could feel his long fingers running through my hair, holding the pink strands from spilling out across my cheeks as the other traced along my waist. I could feel the warmth radiating from his body and transferring into mine, the heat making me uncomfortable - the room was already too stuffy and warm to begin with.
His head dipped down into the space between us, dark eyes burning through me with his scorching gaze. I instinctively lifted my hands up and pressed them against his chest, as if I was unconsciously trying to hold him back from touching me, from getting any closer, only to come into contact with his bare skin, taut muscle – his shirt was unbuttoned. My cheeks reddened, realizing the intimacy of the touch but before I could lift my hands away, Sasuke had dipped his head down further.
His nose brushed against mine, and I could feel each of his breaths, the inhale and exhales of air against my skin. I could see nothing but the disheveled locks of his dark hair. The heat pooled in the lower regions of my stomach, and each breath caught in my throat.
"I suppose you don't care about what I do to you anymore," He spoke in nothing but a whisper, and I could feel him smirking against my lips. "Don't act like you don't want this."
His hands travelled down my body, his fingers tracing every arch and dip. I trembled beneath every touch, and I knew he would have been able to feel it too.
"Sasuke." That's all I managed to conjure up in response, all of the words trapped between my lips, unable to escape. And even if I could have said nothing, there were no words that I could put together to describe it, to respond, to tell him what he was doing to me.
I did care. Of course, I cared. I didn't want to become just a whore to him, and I didn't want to fall into his hands and let him think that he had control of me, just because of the little sympathy that he showed and the way that his lips felt against mine.
My submission was frightening me. The fact that I liked the way he did these things, the huskiness of his voice as he spoke in his gentle whispers, the feeling of his lips molding into mine, his scorching touches, it was frightening. And despite him giving me the opportunity to push him away, since it was one of the few times he hadn't bound my arms or held my wrists down, I still couldn't do it.
I was enjoying the heat of the passion too much. More than what was healthy or acceptable for me.
He lowered his head down further and rested it in the crook between my neck and shoulder, the dark tufts of his hair brushing against me and sending tingling sensations across the expanse of exposed skin. I inhaled his scent, free from that vile stench of the alcohol he drank, inhaled the freshness and subtle fragrance that was his cologne. My emerald eyes flickered up to the ceiling above us and for a moment, I managed to forget all of the hardships I had faced since I entered the camp, I cleared my mind, and enjoyed the serenity of the moment. I could feel nothing but a sea of calmness, and somehow I knew that Sasuke could feel it too, as he remained motionless against me except the lift and drop of his chest as each breath passed through him.
It was quiet, so quiet that I could hear the gentle trickle of water from another room in the building and pitter patter of footsteps as someone shifted their weight across the floor. I couldn't help but wonder why Sasuke hadn't tried anything else, why he hadn't thought that he could finally try something on me when I found myself in no state of shoving him away or fighting back. I didn't even know if I wanted him to try anything. God, why was I being so stupid?
My train of thought was broken by the harsh banging against the door, so loud and abrupt against the silence around us. Sasuke shifted his weight above me, lifting himself back up onto his hands as his dark eyes met with mine and I watched as the serenity flooded out of them, the irritation seeping back in.
"Captain Sasuke!" The soldier called when Sasuke still hadn't responded. I turned my head towards the sound of his voice, as the doorknob twisted and turned, and the banging returned, disturbing my ears.
"What do you want?" He asked, and I could sense the irritation within his voice. He fidgeted above me before lifting himself completely off and sitting at the side of the bed, fingers reaching up to adjust his shirt.
"There's been trouble outside. Lieutenant Naruto said to come get you."
Sasuke nodded his head in understanding, though the soldier wouldn't have been able to see him through the door that acted as a barrier between us. He twisted his head slowly, eyes flickering to me as I adjusted myself against the comfort of the mattress and peeled my back up from it until I was also sitting.
"I'll be there in a few minutes." Sasuke responded, before the footsteps thundered away from the door and escaped into the darkness.
The silence fell upon us once more as Sasuke lifted himself up from the bed and walked across the room, rummaging through the chest of drawers and reaching for the dark blazer slung over the side of it. He paused for a moment in front of the small mirror that set upon the smooth oak and brushed a hand through his hair, his dark tousled locks falling into his eyes, as he smoothed down his shirt.
"You better leave." He said as I sat there watching him, eyes locked onto his back and following along the broadness of his shoulders. "I'm not going to make you stay here while I'm away."
"Oh, okay."
"I'm going to be busy the next couple of nights, so I won't be needing you here."
He said this as if he thought I would be worried if he didn't call for me, as if he thought that I was growing some kind of attachment to him, the more impassive I grew towards his advances. I knew it would be better for me if I spent some time away from him, to give myself the chance to find the real me again. The part of me that fought back, the part that wouldn't let him touch me the way that he did, the part of me that he had hurt so many times.
I needed to find myself again.
"Don't worry about me," I whispered as I passed through the doorway, though I knew he didn't hear me.
Back in Konoha, back in the days that I lacked freedom under my mother's watchful eyes, I was normally trapped indoors, with nothing to accompany me but the maids who kept our manor to the standard that my mother wanted it. Occasionally she would allow me to have Tenten and Temari over, though she wasn't ever very fond of them, and made sure the visits that they made were infrequent and didn't last very long. This meant that most of the time I spent at home, I spent it alone. They'd never tried to have any more children.
My father had this large library that he had built, in what you could say was the basement, to house the books that he had inherited from his own father and collected during his travels. There were large bookcases bordering the room along its perimeter, with armchairs that sat in the center of the room and lamps that hung against the walls. It was there where I found my sanctuary.
There was such a wide range of books, however, and so I found myself reading everything, but there was one that seemed to really spark an interest within me, about psychological phenomena. One phenomena happened to be Stockholm syndrome, where in a hostage expresses sympathy and positive feelings towards their captor, so much so that they would try and protect them despite their crimes against the hostage.
And so as I lay in my bunk during the nights that followed, I questioned whether I had fallen victim to this syndrome, as if it could have explained my change in emotions towards Sasuke, who did nothing but hurt me, abused me, tore me apart. How could I have developed feelings for such a monster if it wasn't for this syndrome I had developed?
Would I have tried to protect him once the ordeal of the camp was over and he is questioned for his crimes?
I didn't want to think that I would feel this way for him if I was still sane, still in the right trace of mind. When I could still identify him as a monster, who hurt and killed people, who could kill me whenever he felt like it. I wasn't in love with him. I didn't love him, and I knew for certain that he did not love me either.
"Do you ever wonder what you'll do when you get out of here?" Lee asked, turning his head up to look at me as I filled the buckets by my side. "The first thing you do when you leave this camp and return to Konoha?"
The water gently trickled out of the faucet as I glanced up at him, my emerald eyes meeting with his large eyes as he finished speaking and awaited a response from me. There were people bustling around us, trying to get their work finished as the soldiers watched from afar, unforgiving and cold, and like always, we tried to avoid their harshness and the death that they could put upon us if they thought that our actions were out of line.
Though I hadn't enjoyed the task in the past, I started to take it upon me to fetch the water that we required in the kitchen. I would have done anything just to escape the fervent heat that suffocated us in that room, the deafening sounds of endless chopping and slicing, and the disgusted looks upon the other girl's faces whenever they saw me pass by. They still didn't really me, though I wasn't at all fond of them either, those girls who would take any chance to mock another.
I sometimes wondered if they only mock other people because it helps them forget about this horrible place we found ourselves in every morning that we woke up, as if mocking other people would help them forget about the fact that each day we were in the camp, it meant one less day that we would have been able to spend with our families. Families that were another world away. And I tried to remind myself that even if I no longer had my family, they still had theirs, as far as I was aware, and would do anything to try and forget them. Forget the pain of missing them.
"I haven't thought about it."
Of course I had. I had thought about returning home, to the mansion, and walking along the long, winded path up to the front door as flowers bloomed alongside it. I had dreamt about seeing our gardener tending to the flowers and plants, and when he would see me, he would smile brightly. I had dreamt about opening the door to my mother, standing there with her arms open to embrace me, and I would fall into her warmth with tears streaming down my face. I would tell her that I loved her and missed her as she patted her hand against my back before saying the same.
But of course, every dream had to come to an end.
The antiques crashed to the ground, smashing into pieces that scattered everywhere. The walls that encased us fell forward, and as I looked back up to my mother, she faded away, just as everything else had before I found myself back in my bunk, somewhere in Otogakure, far from home.
Speaking to Lee about it would only cause more tears to spill and for Lee to worry about me.
"Really? I think about it every night before I get to sleep, sometimes I dream of that day. I see it all, well, until we're forced awake that is."
His lips curled into a smile, and I could sense the hopefulness within his voice, eyes glistening brightly. I knew of no one but Lee who could possibly smile and remain optimistic within a place like this. And despite doubting his ability to brighten up the world around him when I first saw him, months before, with little meat on his bones and his cheeks sunken in, I could tell he was finally adjusted to life here and was still learning to make the most of every day.
"Well, what do you think you'll do?"
He put down the tools in his hand as the words escaped from his lips in excitement. "The first thing I'll do is buy some dango, you know from that shop in the town center," I pictured the small shop with the bright, welcoming signs, just by the tailors shop my mother used to frequent. "Then I will go out to the lake and sit there until sun fall."
"You've really thought about this, haven't you?" I asked, his optimism almost making me smile and forget about the pain around us.
"I have nothing else to think about really. If I didn't, all I would think about is all of the death here." He paused, looking down at his hands which were rough and scarred with all of the labor he was forced to do, the bruises harsh against his pale skin. He'd never been very strong. "And of you."
I didn't think that he still had feelings towards me. I thought that the harshness, the deaths and the pain that the war had caused would have made him forget or ignore any feelings that he had towards me. After all, battlefields and a camp for prisoners of war was no place for love.
Then again, I understood why he would have felt the way that he did. Like he had said, thinking of me, however he did think of me, was all that he could have done when we were in a place like this. Lonely and far from our families. There wasn't much that we could have thought about to ignore all that happened around us, and most of the time, I couldn't think about much at all, except from my past and lately, Sasuke, who had clouded my mind every time it was blank.
I watched the water swish around in the buckets at my feet as the wind passed over us, refreshing against the heat though the climate in Otogakure wasn't known for being warm. Lee fidgeted by my side as he watched the other prisoners busy completing the work that the soldiers had left for him, and I could tell that he was starting to feel guilty for not doing as much as they were, his restlessness evident in his eyes. Even I knew I really should have being doing work.
"Do you think we would have been together if we hadn't left Konoha?" The words escaped my lips in curiosity as I stared out into the distance. I could feel Lee's eyes on me, and I knew that his brows would have been raised questioningly, knitted together with his confusion. I was sure my mother would have wanted us to be, since his mother was a close family friend that she had grown up with and was fond of.
"Why do you ask?"
"I was just wondering. Like you said, all there is to think about here is death." I spoke, glancing back up at him as his lips began to curl into a common smile.
"I would have hoped so. You were…you still are the only girl I ever thought about."
I could hear the footsteps of a soldier crossing the gravel and I knew that he must have been coming towards us though he hadn't said anything. Lee glanced over his shoulder as he gathered his tools into his hands, with one thudding to the ground as it slipped through his fingers. He knelt to the ground to lift it back up as I scooped the buckets into my hands and turned in the other direction to head back to the kitchen, where I knew that the girls would have been waiting for me to return.
"I'll see you later, Lee."
"You're not going to go see Captain Sasuke tonight?" Hinata asked, her dark hair falling over her shoulder as she sat down by my side and glanced up at the wall.
The clock ticked solemnly as I glanced up at it and, each second passing by, for it to never return. It was past the time that Sasuke normally called for me and so it was obvious that I wouldn't be seeing him again for another night. I supposed that was probably better for both of us, to spend some time apart. Each night that I didn't see him helped me realize how much I actually hated him. How much I despised him. How I probably was just a victim of Stockholm syndrome, who couldn't help but develop feelings for the man who captured me.
"No." I replied, my eyes flickering up to look at her as she twirled a strand of her long hair between her fingers. "He's busy with other work."
"I see."
I looked away from her, my fingers tracing the little scars that I had on my hands that I had gathered while working in the kitchen, slicing into my skin while chopping vegetables for the day. Hinata sat there idly by my side, still twirling the same strand of her hair but she had turned to watch me, her pale eyes boring holes into my back. She hadn't really been the same ever since what happened the day I found her, always so distant and far away, and I could tell that she worried too much about everything that was going around us. And I knew that she had started to question whether we would both get out of the camp, whether we would both live long enough to walk through those gates together and return home.
"Are you okay Hinata, you seem bothered by something?" I asked, catching her off guard as her eyes widened with her surprise. She wasn't aware that I knew she had been staring at me.
She dropped her head down, fingers brushing down through her hair before she rested her hands in her lap. "I'm just…I'm worried about you." She whispered so silently that I wasn't sure what she had said.
"Why would you be worried about me?" My brows knitted together in confusion, voice raising slightly as if I was angry with her. "I'm fine, I've always been fine."
I could almost feel the heat rising in the room, the fire rushing through my veins. I didn't know why I would have been getting angry with her, especially when I understood how she felt since I worried about her also and I could sympathize with the way she felt. Perhaps it was just the way that she said it, which almost made me feel weak and spineless, like a child. Like she didn't think that I could take care of myself, when I was perfectly capable of it.
My emotions had been so frighteningly scattered throughout my mind lately. I couldn't understand them at points, when my heart felt one thing and my mind thought another. Just as I had been previously with Sasuke, I was now doing the same with Hinata, who didn't deserve to be treated in the way I was treating her as I sat in that room, as we both sat in that room.
"She's worried because she knows how the soldiers get with you." Kurenai reasoned as she walked towards the pair of us, cradling her son in her arms.
She said this in as soft a voice as she could, in order to not disturb and wake him. She'd been struggling with him since the day he was born, though it was to be expected in a place like this, where she wasn't able to nurse him properly, with the love and affection he required. And almost as if he knew of the place he was in, there were always tears streaming down his little face, from eyes that had barely seen the world, a world where kindness and love overthrew the hatred within the hearts of many.
I think she also struggled because of how much he reminded her of her lover, her fiancée, who she hadn't seen for months since she'd arrived, who didn't even know he had a son and probably never would. Kurenai had told me that she saw him, Asuma, in her son's eyes, and that it did nothing but bring her pain and sorrow. It was one of the reasons that she clung close to him each night as she fell asleep, because the prospect of losing him would just tear her apart.
She stroked the baby's hair gently as she sat down on my other side, before she lifted her head to look at me. "You know, they've threatened to kill you more than once."
"What has that got anything to do with Captain Sasuke?"
"He's hurt you before, I know he has," Hinata interrupted, forcing her quiet voice out of its realm of silence. "I've seen the scars, Sakura. You don't talk about them but I've seen them."
The scars. The scars on my back. Those must have been the ones she was talking about. When had she seen them? When did she have that opportunity? I had made sure to hide them from prying eyes as well as I could, and I had only just managed to avoid everyone when we had the chance to take showers. Unless she knew something that I didn't.
"I'm just worried that one night you're going to leave this cabin to go see him and you're not going to come back." She worried, and I knew that the more that the more I tried to pry information out of her, the more that we argued, would only cause tears to flow down her face.
"I promised you that we're both going to leave this place together. I don't plan on breaking that promise.
It wasn't until another 4 nights had passed until that familiar soldier appeared by the door and I was called forth to see Sasuke once again. Part of me had hoped that I wouldn't be called to see him again, that he wouldn't want me anymore and he was finally going to let me go without anything else occurring between us. Those hopes, that wish, had never come true, and these feelings I had for him were never going to go away. They were only going to get worse.
He was standing by the window when I forced the door open and walked through, into the vast expanse of his room, barely furnished and decorated. His head turned, as if that was way to acknowledge my presence, while he stared out into the distance like he was trying to find something within the darkness that encompassed us. I didn't know what to do, what to say, what to think, and I couldn't help but have become reminded of that night months ago, when he had finally broken down in front of me as the blood streamed down from his wrists. That night when I first thought I had managed to finally understand him.
"Sakura."
He let my name slip through his lips before he turned to face me completely, his eyes cast downward to the watch wrapped around his wrist. My eyes followed him as he stepped forward, shifting his weight towards me as his dark orbs flickered back up to meet my emerald eyes. I fell into the beauty of his raven eyes, sinking into the vast depth of them until I found where all of the emotion lay, deep and almost completely hidden within the darkness. I don't think I had really noticed how beautiful his eyes were before that night, and I hadn't completely understood how deep they were when all I had ever seen was the coldness, the anger and infuriation, and never the raw emotion until he had let me in.
"Sasuke." His name felt heavy upon my own lips.
He stopped when he was right in front of me, our bodies barely inches apart from one another as if he was pressing himself against me. His hands lifted from his sides as he cupped my face in his hands and tilted my head up until I could see him more clearly, hair slightly disheveled as if he had brushed his hands through it a few times. My cheeks grew warmer beneath his touch, the color rushing into them before he stroked against the smoothness of my skin, eyes flickering down to my lips.
I yearned for him to lean down and capture my lips within his, wrap his arms around my waist as I fell into his warmth. I yearned for the soft, tentative grazing of his lips against mine as the heat pooled in the pit of my stomach. I wanted him to hold me into the dead of night and press kisses down my exposed skin.
No.
What was I thinking?
My heart, my heart that wanted to protect him, that felt sympathy for him wanted all of that while my mind, which was being taken over by this Stockholm syndrome did nothing but agree. But underneath all of that, the part of me that was still sane wanted nothing to do with him. It knew that all of this, this passion, these kisses, they were all wrong. It was all so very wrong.
I took a single step back, Sasuke's hands brushing downwards before they dropped down until he had them at his side. His eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as our eyes met through the darkness of the room, the tension igniting between the pair of us.
"What are you doing?" He asked before my mind had the time to register what was going on, one of his hands clenching into a fist as the level of his voice rose.
"I…I don't want this." I said as timidly as I possibly could have, when I should have been strong in front of him and assert myself and what I actually wanted.
"What?"
"I said I don't want this, Sasuke."
This time I was slightly better, tilting my head up slightly as the infuriation flickered within his eyes and brows knitting together. Both of his hands were now curled into fists, his grip so tight that the veins running along his forearm bulged out of his skin and the blood rushed through them. I'd never have expected him to have been this infuriated and angry when he'd been so calm and peaceful around me in the last few months.
"I don't call for you for a couple of days and now you've suddenly changed your mind?" He grabbed me by my shoulders, his grip tight and unforgiving. "The last time I saw you, you wanted this."
He was starting to frighten me. I hadn't thought that he was capable of doing this anymore. It had been so long since he had treated me in this manner. And as the fire started to burn within him, I almost started to regret opening my mouth in the first place.
"That was last time."
"You're bluffing," He hissed, the room stiflingly warm. "Tell me you don't like it when I hold you like this. Go on, tell me!"
I struggled against him, trying to force myself out of his grip but could barely move my arms with the way he was holding me down. "Let me go."
"I won't let you go until you say you don't like it."
"So what if I like it? Liking it doesn't mean I want it!"
He seemed taken aback by this, the anger glazing across his eyes until there was nothing left but confusion and doubt. It almost seemed as though he was hurt by my words, the way he just stood there, lips inches apart but with no words able to escape through them.
"Stop acting like you have power over me when you really don't."
I had no clue what I was actually saying anymore, the words just leaving my lips without my mind processing anything of what was happening. The bitterness was sharp upon my tongue, the venom seeping through my eyes. There would be no tears anymore. I'd spilt enough tears in front of him, and by now, I had been sucked dry, my eyes heavy with the drought within me.
"You," He snarled, "You're a liar."
He took a single step towards me and closed the distance between us. I lowered my head, not wanting to look at him, because I knew that if I did, if I could see past the anger in his eyes, I would be sucked into the beauty of them once more and find him, the real him that he'd let me into. And all my heart would do was yearn for him, want him to touch me, want the softness to reappear in his voice.
It was so frustrating, and I really couldn't stand it anymore.
"What the fuck happened to you?" He grabbed my wrist as I tried to back away from him once more.
"What makes you think something had to happen for me to feel this way?" I argued, snapped, retorted, tugging my hand out of his grip. "I told you I don't want this. And you don't want to believe that you're the only one who does."
All I wanted to do was get out of there.
"I don't love you, Sasuke, and I don't want to."
He was as cold as ice, heartless, destructive. He'd inflicted pain on so many people. He'd taken so many lives. He was a monster, and I couldn't love someone like that.
"You think I want to love you either? All I want is what you can give me, and nothing more."
He was a bastard.
"Then let me go!" I shouted, my own anger burning inside of me. I raised my free hand and threw it forward, smacking it against his chest as I tried to tug out of his grip once more. He was strong, I'd give him that much.
The heat in the room grew, despite the fact that darkness had fallen around us. It was too warm, stiflingly warm, and arguing with him had done nothing but cause the beads of sweat to gather on my forehead, and drip down my cheeks. Sasuke's eyes flickered to the door briefly as I lifted my head, the sweat dripping to the floor.
My heart still wanted him, yearned for him despite all that I had realized about him, despite how much my mind pushed back and told me it was wrong. That all of this, whatever we had between us, was wrong. I knew that, my mind knew that, nothing more would be acceptable to happen between us, when I was nothing but a prisoner, and he was nothing but the Captain of the opposing army. But heart, my heart urged for me to take his face into my hands and press my lips against his, mold them together despite it all.
My heart and mind could no longer do anything but fight against each other, and my head could do nothing but ache with all of the pressure it was under.
"Why do you make this so hard?" I asked, the hesitation flowing through my voice. "Why do you make it so hard for me to get away from you?"
I couldn't control what I was saying at this point, all of the words spoken before I had even realized it. The pain was getting to me but somehow, somewhere inside of me knew that I wouldn't find solace until I let all of this anxiety and this inner turmoil flow out.
"Why do you make it so hard for me to hate you?"
Sasuke turned his head back until he was facing me, the confusion washing over him. His lips parted, but the words were frozen between them, the tension disappearing from the features on his face as he stood there in front of me and just listened to everything I had to say. Without any interruption or interference. It wasn't until later I realized how grateful I was for that.
"I don't want you like this. I don't want you to touch me the way that you do. Deep down I know that all of this is wrong." I told myself there weren't going to be anymore tears spilt because of him, but my frustrations with myself wanted to make that difficult, the tears hanging at the corners of my eyes and threatening to spill.
"I don't want to protect you when you do all of these horrible things to people here. But my heart…" I paused, forcing the lump down in my throat. "It wants nothing but you."
"You're making me go insane!"
For a few moments we both just stood there in front of each other, Sasuke's hand still wrapped around my wrist. Neither of us said anything, my eyes meeting with his, only to find them completely empty and devoid of all emotion. There was nothing but darkness within them, as if he had managed to force all if out. Or I just couldn't find it anymore.
"You think I want to feel this way? You think I don't know how wrong all of this is?" He broke through the silence, but his eyes didn't tear apart from mine. "This, whatever this is between you and me, it's been nothing but wrong since the beginning."
"And when I lie there at night, with nothing but you on my mind, I want to shoot myself, make it all go away."
He glanced down to his wrists, as if he could see the tattoo beneath the layers of fabric, before he freed my own arm from his grasp and brushed a hand through his hair. I could sense his own frustration in his actions, the way his head tilted back as he brushed through his hair, the steaming of his nostrils. He clenched his teeth together for a few moments before he bit down on his lower lip. The blood stained them both red.
"You, Sakura, you're making me go insane."
I haven't gone through and edited this, purely because I am of lazy and 2. Don't want to ruin what I managed to put together so far, however, I will probably come back to it once exams are over and make a few adjustments. I know I repeated a few things in the earlier part of this chapter.
I've found that this has turned out to be more of a filler chapter, where we develop the relationship between Sakura and the other characters, and she has her own inner battle between what she thinks is right and her developing relationship with Sasuke. She's blamed all of her feelings on this psychological syndrome she thinks she has but still wants some of that sexy Sasuke-ness hehe.
Also, Im not one to normally reply to reviews in the Author's note, but oh well. Hehe.
Luvsasusaku.97 and Guest – I'm glad you're enjoying it so far guys! Thanks!
Ultimate-FanFicGirl – There will come a time where that will happen but we'll just have to wait and see when, I'm thinking it will be soon but I'm trying to work it into somewhere that it will fit without just being awkward. He does become a little more significant in later chapters, that's all I can really say. Oh, there's only one more new character, significant one, that will join us. And as for the ending, at this point, there are going to be two, one which leads to a sequel, the other which leads to an ending, but the one that doesn't work out as well as the other will just be an alternate ending.
UnimpededB – Awk, thank you! Haha I listen to music while im writing and I find it helps make the storyline more dramatic depending what I'm listening to.
Well, until the next time, guys xx