Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Catching Cherry Blossoms ❯ Stolen ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter Three: StolenThe hotel is dingy and very cheap. Cheaper than my apartment. The bed is lumpy and off kilter. Too much sex here. I pull the sheets off the bed and I replace them with my own. I lay down in the middle of the bed, itÕs less lumpy their, and I close my eyes. I slowly drift in and out of consciousness until finally I become unconscious. I felt shaking on my shoulders and warm breath on my neck. ÒWake up dumpling. We have a long day ahead of us.Ó I sigh and roll over. ÒUmm, go away. A few more minutes. IÕm tired Kakashi.Ó As soon as I say the name in my groggy slumber, I shoot up in bed. Or what I thought was the bed. ÒWhat the fuck?!Ó I was defiantly dreaming. ÒWhere am I?Ó I asked. Kakashi smiled down at me. ÒWe are currently parked outside a mobile station. I picked you up at that motel last night. WeÕve been driving ever since. Oh and if your looking for your cell phone, I confiscated it. CanÕt have you calling to complain to the parents. Besides, youÕve been bad. When you learn to behave you get the phone back.Ó I scowl and remove my hand from my sweat shirt pocket. His face is inches from mine, and I think about kissing him. I quickly turn away and bury my face into the seat again. ÒWhatÕs the time?Ó I am exhausted. It must be really early. ÒItÕs 5 in the morning. We need to teach you to get up earlier.Ó I frown and go back to nuzzling the seat. ÒItÕs cold too. IÕm tired, cold, and away from home. Where are we going anyway? Are we going to get food soon? Not that iÕm hungry.Ó My stomach growls. Damn. ÒReally? Only good girls are rewarded.Ó He is seriously starting to piss me off. ÒListen bud, I am hungry. I want food. I want it now. So if you donÕt mind please pull over so I can get a cheeseburger at that WendyÕs up ahead.Ó ÒSorry but you donÕt have any money.Ó What?! Oh shit I forgot. I gave the rest away getting that hotel room. ÒWhere is the rest of my bags that I brought with me to the hotel?Ó He smiles. ÒIn the trunk. You can get them later. For now though, we have a few more hours driving until we get to our destination.Ó I sigh. ÒWhich is where?Ó He smiles. ÒYouÕll see.Ó I pound my fist on the seat. ÒI want answers and I want them NOW!Ó I look straight into his eyes, pissy face on. He doesnÕt seem fazed by it. ÒWell sometimes people donÕt get answers.Ó With that he slams the door and hops in on the drivers side. ÒYou canÕt do this to me ya know. This is kidnap. I can have you arrested.Ó I wonÕt stop until he lets me out. ÒIllegal. ItÕs all illegal. You are gonna go to jail. Now pull over the damn car and let me out.Ó I tap the window, ÒShut up please.Ó He turns the jazz music on the radio up louder. ÒWe arenÕt in New York anymore. ItÕs like the country out here. I canÕt live in the country. I have allergies in the summer and spring.Ó He looks back at me. ÒGo to sleep please.Ó ÒI am not tired!Ó I shout back, but thatÕs a lie. IÕve been fighting sleep for the last three hours, trying desperately to figure out where we are. Where he is headed. I lay my head on the seat and I close my eyes. Maybe a rest for a little bit. I open my eyes and all I can see it white. I start to panic. Did he crash the car? Am I in heaven? Why would I be in heaven? ThatÕs when I realize that I am underneath white covers. ThatÕs strange. I pull the covers off my bed and gasp. Sunlight steaks through the window in soft strands. I am in a bedroom. The walls are white and the floor is a dark mahogany. The furniture is very plain. A simple dresser, bed, and a desk with a chair. I untangle myself from the covers and I walk over to the door, my bare feet curling into balls against the cold of the floor. I snoop around the house, looking into unlocked rooms and sneaking up stairs. The house is a large two story home. ItÕs nice, I wonÕt lie. ItÕs not very welcoming though. No color on the walls, only the dark wood of the floor. As I contemplate the floor, I hear commotion downstairs. It sounds like someone is up making breakfast by that delicious smell. My mouth waters. I need food. I have no clue how I found it but I did. Kakashi is humming to himself in the kitchen while he makes what looks like an egg. My stomach is in knots of hunger. ÒYour up.Ó He says without looking up. ÒYes, I am.Ó ÒI made breakfast for myself. YouÕll have to make your own.Ó With that he walks over to the sliding glass doors and he goes out. Shit. How does one cook? I decide against making eggs. Better to not burn the house down. I rummage through the large cabinets. A real dream kitchen and I canÕt even cook. How disappointing. I grab two pop tarts from a box and I nibble away at them. ItÕs not much of a breakfast, but itÕll do. After my light breakfast, Kakashi is no where to be found. I shrug and continue exploring the house. As I pass through the living room for the second time, I catch a glimpse of some color peaking out of a box. WhatÕs the story of this place? Did he just move here? And why was he in New York? Why is the house so bland? Questions swirl in my head and I have to rub my temples to clear my head ache. He loves to torture me. I go over in my head the few bits I do know. 1. He lives in the middle of nowhere.2. He doesnÕt have servants. 3. His house is very plain. 4. He is an insensitive prick. 5. I have been taken here against my will.6. I have no clue where my parents are.and finally 7. I think he is hiding something. Something big. And I have to find it out. I eat pop tarts for dinner once again. I go back to my room and I immediately fall asleep. I have made it through one day with the evil Kakashi. I drag myself downstairs the next morning and surprise surprise he is waiting for me.