Itachi – That last chapter might sorta maybe be the last untra violent scence. First and Last. I might mean it. Maybe.
Lie With Me.
-The Story of a Secret-
A secret. That's all it was. A simple dark secret. I didn't want anyone to know - no, I couldn't have anyone knowing, or it would be the end of me. The End of me as in my life. But somehow…It got out, and into the wrong hands. Into HIS hands…
Chapter Three
+The Art of Breaking Part 2 - Sorrow+
I walked down the hallways of my Highschool.
Smiling as usual.
Laughing as usual.
Fake, and Dead on the insides…as usual.
In actually, nothing ever changed. No matter what happened between me and HIM, nothing…nothing ever changed. And slowly, ever so slowly…it was starting to sheared me into tiny memories of my former self. Tiny, little, bits and pieces…All gone.
I saw Rin, Sango, and Miroku talking, and laughing as they entered into Homeroom, and frowed. I very much wanted to talk to Miroku, but apparently; according to a new rule by Sesshomaru, I could not even greet Miroku a Good Morning without HIM by my side. The evil prick.
I couldn't even go outside without him.
I couldn't go home without him driving me there.
I couldn't do a thing.
All because the damned Demon knew about IT.
He knew about my secret.
And speaking of the 'Demon', Sesshomaru had been walking down the hallway at the steady pace….golden orbs glued to me. I turned to face it in the regular fashion. Giggle, smile, and wave….just as usual. The other kids in the hallway had made room for him to pass…and I dreaded every step he took closer to me.
Here he was.
Right in front of me.
I gave him a breath-taking, full smile, and beamed, "Sesshomaru!" I wrapped my arms around him, making it seem as I really did miss his presence…I never would miss someone whom I despise. "I missed you so much Sessho, where were you? You never come this late"
"I was…busy" He responded, his gaze shifting to me, he brought his head down to mine, and our lips meet…a; rarely ever given, soft chastise kiss, we broke, just for a moment…enough of a moment for him to whisper into my ear the words I knew I would hear, but still, never wanted to.
"After school, my car," he smirked, seeing the surprised, horrored look written on my face, "Where going to take a nice trip to my place today. Take this." He handed me a small brown paper bag, "you'd better be wearing this by the end of the day." Grabbing my waist, he lead me down the hallway to Homeroom.
I looked inside the bag.
It was a matching set of dark red lingerie. I sighed.
I wanted to cry, as usual.
I wanted somebody to know, as usual.
I wanted to do something.
I never wanted this to happen.
As Usual.