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Yeah, I guess I made Hinata a bit Ooc. Sorry about that, if you didn't like it. Heck, even I didn't really like it. It wont happen again!
And the question of Gaara being reunited will be dealt with as the story continues. There's a lot more to his disappearance...
This Chapter: More Sasusaku action!
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or it's characters, just the story plot and any accessory OCs.
20th April, 2032, Housing apartment of Sasuke Uchiha, Time: 01.50 am.
Sasuke found himself standing on top of a cliff. The wind was unreasonably strong as it beat against his back, and the ground beneath his feet was unstable. A significantly threatening location, his first instinct was to take several steps away from the treacherous drop. But the wind beat against his back, almost forcing him toward the ledge.
Peering over, he looked down the length of the ledge. It was at least a sixty foot drop. Should he fall, he would meet certain, bloody, death on collision with the sand below.
Which brought his attention to the beach itself. The sand was as black as coal, and the seawater was crystal clear. It frothed and foamed as waves brushed against the shore.
There was one lone visitor to the beach.
A woman, he realized, swathed in white.
She walked, more like glided, over the water, the wind blowing her long, flowing hair around her face. Her hair danced around her face, playing with the wind, and appeared blonde in the dim light. The water droplets which hung around her reflected the softened light of the setting sun, which illuminated her figure in soft, yellow light. Her every move held an innate grace, and she flowed even more elegantly than the water which brushed against her feet. The white cloth she wore hugged her body- the slight dip of her shoulders, the slender gentleness of her arms, the curve of her hips, and the damp cloth of the skirt which hung around her legs.
She was beautiful. Breath taking. Even to he, who was unaffected and unattracted by women.
He found himself mesmerized as he watched her.
She turned around, and looked directly at him. As though she had known exactly where he was for the whole time.
Their eyes locked. Soft, wide, emerald, viridian green eyes locked on deep dark ebony. Her hair, he realised, was not blonde. It was the same hue which coloured the cherry blossoms in spring.
The woman looked at him unmovingly, slowly blinking a few times. Then, a slow, tantalizing smile spread on her lips. Her eyes, her smile, they beckoned to him. Asking him to come closer. They knew him. And they accepted him nonetheless. She waved a small, delicate hand, and waved, laughing.
His presence made her happy, she felt safe. And surprisingly enough, Sasuke found himself believing the same of himself.
He felt himself stepping closer to the ledge, as though preparing to jump off and join her. He felt a strong, irrefutable need to be with her. To...,embrace her?
An electric jolt ran through him as he recognised her, and he cursed himself for having not realised sooner.
She was Sakura Haruno. His target. Or prey. The object of his desires- the last piece to complete the objective set by the one to whom be owed the Uchiha Corporation, and his own fortune.
Then why was he of all people, having such thoughts concerning her?
Yet he felt another stirring within him. Something he could not place.
A cold, sharp object pressed against his throat and he felt himself painfully and drastically awoken from his slumber.
He was in his own room, and his own bed, in the dark of the night.
Distorted and confused, he sat up, running a hand through his hair. He had been dreaming? Absurd. Nonsensical. Why would he, even think about dreaming about her? His expression was one of contempt, as his lip curled in distaste.
He came to register the sharp knife pressed against his throat.
He sighed, took one glance at the open window, and then looked at the figure shrouded in darkness, who owned the hand which held the knife.
"It would be wise not to behead your only benefactor." He said dryly.
"It is also wise not to fall so deeply into your slumber that any man can attack you. I could have been an assassin sent to kill you."
"In the unlikely event that there actually was such an assassin, you would have dispatched of him before I could even awake." He said.
The other man was quiet for a few moments, before saying, "I heard about your...unusual acquaintance with the target today." There was a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Word sure does spread quickly." He said, thinking for what must have been the thousandth time, how his sources were so accurate.
"It can be used to our advantage. Don't let her find out about your true identity. Even if it means that you have to dye your hair blonde and wear blue contact lenses."
Sasuke glared at him murderously and said, "This is going to take time. She is in an extremely well guarded position."
"Time is one thing we don't have much of. So I suggest we make our move."
"Soon."
The only trace that remained of such a meeting transpiring was the window, which slapped merrily against the soft wind as the sun rose.
Sorry if Sasuke seems a bit Ooc here. [remember, it's only a dream]
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