Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ I'll Fight For You ❯ Depend on Me ( Chapter 6 )

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Depend On Me

 

It was so easy. Almost too easy, especially with the Uchiha brat around. I was expecting some resistance, but I guess his feelings for kit were already fairly strong.

 

I am a genius. And to boot, I am not locked up like that lumbering idiot Shukaku or the other demons to be used as power sources by the Akatsuki. Yes, I suppose we would work collaboratively if the occasion arose, namely, destroying those who dared lock us up in these prisons, but that possibility has yet to strike. Besides, the chakra-powered monkey who imprisoned me died while sealing me, so I suppose the occasion would be just destroying the humans who dared overtake my forest those many years ago.

 

My beloved kit, the challenged half-wit that he might be, is still my carrier, and therefore, I must do things through him.

 

Somehow, I managed to do it. I juggled all aspects and different angles to this situation, and this is the best one I have come up with.

 

The Uchiha, no matter that he is an ungrateful prick—even for a human, and that says something—his power is almost as astronomical as Naruto's (without my own). I must credit the blonde ape they call the fourth Hokage that he did have some incredible power, and luckily for the kit, he inherited them from his father.

 

But in any event, I believe that the Uchiha is best suited for what I need.

 

The reproduction urge is as hardwired into the male mind as it is into the female mind, believe it or not.

 

If I weren't stuck in this unbelievably weak, useless, pathetic human body, I wouldn't have hunted down a female demon fox, but as I am stuck in this obnoxious blonde human child's body, I looked to the next possibility.

 

Taking over the kit's mind while he's asleep, forcibly restraining the Uchiha, altering his body to be able to raise kits, and fucking his living brains out. That was my first plan, and obviously that wont work, and here's the biggest reason: he's male.

 

No, I already know what you're thinking, and it's not that. I do not need the obvious restated, because with my power, it would be quite easy to revise his male body and to create him a chakra womb, in less complicated terms for your incompetent human minds. But in the same way, that is exactlythe problem.

 

If it was another demon male, or even a male demon jinchuuriki, it would be fine, but no, prodigy or not, he's human.And human males, no matter their power, cannot handle the stress of the altercations or the pregnancy on their own. For your human brains to understand: in a nutshell, the Uchiha would die before even two months of the pregnancy had passed.

 

So that option had gone to hell in a hand basket, much like the idea of my freedom with the Uchiha around to keep the kit in check and not loose control to his anger.

 

Any plan that incorporated the Uchiha as the `mother' would not work. In the end, the Uchiha would die, which I don't much care about, but with him would go the last of the Uchiha blood and power. Now we couldn't have that, at least, not before I've taken his powers for the babies.

 

And that leaves the last alternative. And so I swallowed my pride, and seduced the Uchiha. Not an easy thing to do, because there were quite a few things to consider and incorporate into my planning. I still shudder at the fact that I let myself sink to this level.

 

One, the Uchiha had to fall for the kit. If I seduced him, he would never stay with the kit because I refuse to be with a human, their power levels be damned. The bottom line is that he's human. So I had to seduce the Uchiha, and make him fall for the kit'sbody and mind.

 

Two, I had to make the kit fall in love with the raven in return. That was actually the easiest thing to do. With kit already pining after the Uchiha like a lost puppy, all I had to do was give him a few graphic dreams, and the kit fell head over heels for him even before the Uchiha had come to find him. I shudder at the memory of creating the dreams as well. Human romance is nothing but vomit inducing.

 

Three, this was the trickiest part. I've been purposefully fucking up the kit's chakra for the past few months. And I need to explain a few things to have this make any sense at all.

 

It's a strong and very practical instinct for females and potential mothers to choose the strongest male to protect them and their kits, but Naruto didn't need protecting, not after we'd merged and his power was virtually unlimited, but if he couldn't even create a clone of himself anymore, I was planning for his need of someone to protect him. The kit getting himself captured was the perfect way for the Uchiha to prove to my blonde that he could effectively take care of him. Even I'm impressed that the Uchiha managed to get him out of Konoha without being detected. The pregnancy will be the perfect reason as to why his chakra wasn't working at all; I wont even have to defend myself on making it go out of whack.

 

So I jacked the kit's pheromones way up to off-the-scale levels and watched in pure amusement as the Uchiha completely lost control of his body and his needs.

 

Four, the kit's body. After seducing the Uchiha, I created what you humans would call a womb out of chakra. Yes, the core of life, and I constructed one out of my power in the kit's abdomen. Unfortunately for the kit, because of the obvious differences of fox, human, and demon pregnancies—namely, two months verses nine months and how much stress the babies cause on the mother—when the symptoms hit him, they'll hit him hard and fast. Headaches, weakness, fatigue, he could be down for days… another perfect way for the Uchiha to prove that he can protect the kit. A sort of mating ritual, if you will.

 

And so begins my procreation… through a human. Pathetic, but it's the best that can be done right now. When I break out of this prison, things will not be this way.

 

And so we continue on the journey, my kit is knocked up, and the new pups will have two of the strongest fathers alive and a demon `uncle'. Poor kit, I'll have to make sure the Uchiha doesn't kill him when he finds out.

 

Four Weeks Later

 

You could say that about a billion things had changed between Naruto and Sasuke. And you would be completely correct. The most prominent one being their… sleeping arrangements now.

 

Sasuke inhaled deeply and rolled onto his side, instinctively feeling for the form beside him. Even in his sleepy daze, he could identify the person as Naruto from the inhumane heat radiating off his skin, as Naruto ran a constant 112 degrees these days. Needless to say, it made sex extremely hot.

 

Four weeks. And that was after the other months he'd spent hunting Naruto down. What happened to his organized plan? The one where he would see Naruto, preferably without Naruto seeing him, and then blow Konoha back to the Stone Age?

 

Oh well, the best he could do now was just take it in stride and run with it.

 

He'd ditched his Konoha team, ditched Orochimaru after killing him, ditched his newest team, basically ditched his plan to kill Konoha………

 

Shit, his newest team.

 

They were probably dead now. They were his teammates, but they were just nuisances that tagged along after him to Akatsuki; Madara had probably killed them all in his wrath of Sasuke leaving, and most likely not in a very pretty way.

 

Naruto moaned next to him and rolled over in his sleep, and his hand flopped over, slamming down onto Sasuke's chest, making him `oomph' softly. Sasuke glared at the oblivious sleeping blonde, quickly giving up when it did nothing, as was to be expected.

 

Sasuke looked calmly at Naruto's angelic face. That was the only word close enough to describing this boy's features. God-like. Pure. Perfect. Flawless. Striking. They all worked, but none were strong enough to match the Kyuubi carrier's appearance correctly.

 

How had this all worked out? Naruto was his lover, and they'd been together in this… arrangement for about four weeks, one month. After visiting a small town to get more sufficient supplies, he and Naruto had a pretty adequate setup. Their bed consisted of two blankets, that you could either wrap two people in separately, or lay one out as a sheet and spread the other one over two people for when they slept together—which was becoming more frequent nowadays.

 

All food, weapons, and other necessities were sealed in scrolls, making travel with two blankets, one pack and several negligible scrolls, extremely light and very easy to pack up at short notice, because Naruto could always sense when people were approaching far before he could. It was something that came along with merging with the Kyuubi. The claws when he was angry or worried, the darker scars on his cheeks, the slit pupils—even if his eyes weren't red—when he was mad, and the hyper senses, which often proved to be tremendously useful.

 

The way Naruto worked and hid himself from everyone trying to hunt him down to kill him or capture him was fascinating. His chakra control was still crap for some reason, but he moved so quickly and left virtually no leads to follow him by. No one would be able to find him unless he wanted to be found.

 

Sasuke carefully adjusted himself, letting Naruto's arm slide off of his chest and onto the ground as he looked down at the sleeping seraph. The hair in his eyes, the whisker scars on his cheeks, his mouth closed gingerly, it was mesmerizing.

 

Sasuke sighed, heaved himself to his feet and pulled on his pants, walking over to the lake they were presently staying by and bending down. He cupped the water in his hands and splashed it over his face and shoulders, washing away the sweat from last night, when he and Naruto had made love again.

 

His head whipped around to the sudden sound of scrambling feet against the dry ground, and rushed to Naruto's side as the blonde emptied his stomach behind a tree.

 

“Did I taste that bad last night?” Sasuke asked lightly, trying to hide the worry in his voice by acting slightly miffed as he laid a hesitant hand on Naruto's back. Naruto managed to shoot him a pathetic and sickly death glare before whirling back to the bushes and throwing up the rest of what he had eaten the day before. This time, as Naruto wasn't watching, Sasuke permitted his worry to show momentarily across his face.

 

What the hell is going on? Naruto's never been sick in his life, what the hell is the damn fox doing not healing him?! He couldn't explain the furry that nearly overtook him at the thought of Naruto not being all right.

 

Naruto groaned and wiped his mouth, crawling limply over to the river and rinsing the acid taste from his mouth with the water, which he promptly spit by Sasuke's feet to get back at him for the jab. Sasuke glared, and Naruto glared right back before turning and sipping up the water noisily again.

 

“What's your problem anyway Dobe?” Sasuke asked, wincing at the unintended annoyance in his voice.

 

“Well I'm so sorry I'm such a bother to you.” Naruto snapped, standing up quickly and turning for the bed. Correction: standing up too quickly and turning too quickly for the bed. He doubled over the next second and retched again, clutching his stomach in the sudden force.

 

Sasuke shot to his side to catch him when he stumbled and helped him sit on the ground.

 

“What's wrong with you? You never get sick.” Sasuke all but snapped, as if it was Naruto's fault.

 

“Up yours no jutsu.” Naruto ground out, his head lolling back and resting on Sasuke's shoulder as he stuck his middle finger limply into the air. His face was pale and slightly green, and he looked less-than-even-possibly-maybe-not-really ok.

 

“Aw, fuck.” Naruto clutched at the sides of his head, pressing on his temples. “Quit talking so damn loud.”

 

Sasuke stared skeptically at him. “You must be delusional, I didn't say anything.” He said dryly.

 

“Not you, the damn fox! But while I'm on the subject, you're talking too loud too, my headache is killing me.” Naruto moaned.

 

“Since when do you get headaches?” Sasuke demanded.

 

“Since now. And thanks for caring.” Naruto snapped, wrenching out of Sasuke's arms and struggling over to the bed, where he fell onto the blanket on the ground, reached for the other blanket to cover himself, and gave up when it was too far away for him to reach it easily.

 

Sasuke winced at the sight. Naruto looked so… frail. What the flying fuck was going on?! He got up and walked silently over to Naruto so as not to aggravate his obviously noise-sensitive headache anymore and draped the blanket over the blonde. Naruto mumbled something about thanks and pulled it over his head—Sasuke guessed—to shield his eyes from the bright morning light.

 

Sasuke got slowly onto his knees and laid down by Naruto, pulling the blonde into his chest, halting movement abruptly when Naruto hissed in pain.

 

“What?” he whispered.

 

“I'm sore.” Naruto complained, uncovering his head to breathe and hiding his eyes in Sasuke's chest. “Watch my shoulders, and chest… they kind of hurt.”

 

“From what?” Sasuke asked harshly, staring to—not that he would ever admit it—really worry about Naruto. “We didn't do anything yesterday.”

 

“Last night, thanks to you and your damn horny Uchiha ass.” Naruto grumbled.

 

“The fox always heals you after we do that, and how would it contribute to you vomiting and having headaches?”

 

When Naruto didn't answer, Sasuke smirked in triumph, unconsciously pulling Naruto closer and making the blonde hiss again in pain.

 

“Sorry.” He muttered quickly.

 

…

 

“I'm hungry.” Naruto said after a moment.

 

“…You just barely threw up everything in your stomach.” Sasuke deadpanned. Some things about the idiot would never change.

 

“I'm still hungry.” Naruto grumbled.

 

“Wait a minute so you wont throw up again—”

 

Naruto groaned and rolled out from under the covers and crawled over to the bag, rustling around in the sack for food. Sasuke sighed mentally and threw the blanket off of him to follow Naruto and mock him when he threw up again.

 

Naruto began throwing rejected things over his head as he discarded them, leaving them as they scattered all over the forest floor.

 

“What are you doing?” Sasuke asked, dodging a flying package of instant ramen. Naruto didn't want ramen? Now that was weird.

 

“Looking for something to eat.” Naruto answered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, lining up rice, soy sauce, wasabi, died seaweed, and pickles by his side.

 

“What…?” Sasuke trailed off as Naruto grabbed a bowl, poured some of the uncooked rice into it, dumped nearly all of the soy sauce and wasabi on it, and proceeded to top it off with the pickles and seaweed. And as Sasuke watched in disgust, Naruto took the bowl and his chop sticks and wolfed the concoction down in one breath.

 

“No wonder you're sick!” Sasuke barked, grabbing away the wasabi as Naruto began to eat it straight out of the jar.

 

“But it tastes good!” Naruto whined, reaching for the jar, his fingers opening and closing the way a pleading baby's would.

 

“Don't eat that stuff straight, you'll just throw up again.” Sasuke growled, shoving everything back into the food bag and moving it away from Naruto's grip. “It's nasty.”

 

“But—”

 

“We can't waste food right now Dobe, you can't throw it up just because you're eating these stupid things!”

 

“I said stop calling me names!”

 

Sasuke ducked to dodge the chopsticks flying at his head, picking them up and putting them in the food bag as they bounced off a tree and rolled back to him.

 

“Since you can't cook, just wait a little bit and I'll make you something edible!” Sasuke barked, sealing the bag back inside of one of their scrolls and sticking it in his belt. “I'm going to bathe.” He grumbled, stalking off to a bend in the river that was hidden behind the trees.

 

Naruto huffed and crossed his arms tightly, sticking his nose into the air and turning away from Sasuke childishly.

 

Later

 

Sasuke walked back into the clearing rubbing his hair dry with his shirt. He paused briefly as he walked into the clearing, watching Naruto holding a cup of instant ramen with one hand out over his other palm, where a small, spluttering flame was struggling to stay lit.

 

Sasuke draped his shirt over a branch in the sun and walked up behind Naruto, who was gritting his teeth in concentration.

 

“Damn it!” he spat when the small flame flickered once more and went out in a small puff of smoke. “I can't…” he closed and snapped open his fingers, the center of his palm sparking in a similar way that a lighter would as he tried to get the flame going again.

 

“Why don't you try a bigger fire?” Sasuke asked, the accusation clear in his voice.

 

“Not unless you want me to burn the forest down.” Naruto huffed, holding the fire alit in his hand for a few seconds until if spluttered out again. “I have no chakra control for some stupid reason. Damn fox.” He snarled.

 

Sasuke sighed and sat cross-legged beside Naruto. “So what? I'll just watch over you until you get in control again.” It was a nice idea, to have the blonde leaning on him for once after all these years. When he was younger, he always acted like Naruto was such a bother, but the truth was that he liked taking care of the blonde. He loved the idea of dying in Naruto's arms that day with Haku, even though he desperately still wanted to kill his brother. But when Naruto saved him from Orochimaru's giant snake that day in the chunin exam, he'd felt weaker than he ever had before, and nearly killed himself to get better. Naruto was not supposed to protect him; it would be the other way around only.

 

“No way bastard! No way in hell I'll be depending on you! I've was doing fine on my own until you showed up!” the dying spark in Naruto's hand suddenly burst into a huge flame, forcing Sasuke to jump away from the dangerous heat.

 

“Damn it!” Naruto roared, and the fire died away, leaving Naruto, and the lump of smoking charcoal in has hand. Little bits of the label of the ramen were on fire as they floated to the ground around Naruto.

 

“You can't even cook yourself any food, you'll get yourself killed if you're on your own.” Sasuke pointed out smugly, walking back over to Naruto, avoiding the charred and slowly burning spots of ground.

 

“I'll eat it cold!”

 

Sasuke groaned audibly, trying not to hit something. Damn stubborn idiot! “Why can't you just do this once?! Give up! You can't do anything!”

 

“Giving up is not in my way of the ninja!”

 

“Neither was ditching your friends, but you did that too!”

 

“I didn't! I lived with Gaara for the first month after leaving!”

 

“Oh, and you depended on him?!”

 

“No I didn't!!” Naruto spat, standing up and getting in Sasuke's face, his hands clenched so tight they were white. “He wanted me to, but I didn't! And now that I think about it, I probably should have! If I was depending on him, I wouldn't be here right now and I wouldn't have to stand looking at your ugly face!”

 

“What happened to your desperate need for me not to leave you?!”

 

“If I leave, it's not the same as you leaving, now is it bastard?!”

 

“Idiot! It's exactly the same—”

 

“AAAAAHHH!” Naruto suddenly cried out, his hands flying to the sides of his head as his knees buckled under him.

 

“Naruto!” Sasuke shot to the blonde, grabbing him inches before he hit the ground. “What's wrong?! Hey!”

 

“Shut the fuck up you damn orange ball of lint!” Naruto roared, thrashing away from the unseen force inside his head. Tears were actually forming in his eyes from the intensity of the pain. Claws grew in from his nails with a sickening ripping sound, the scars on his cheeks darkened considerably, and his pupils constricted into slits, though the color of his eyes remained the deep brilliant blue.

 

Sasuke hissed and bit his lip as Naruto's claws slid into the skin of his arm, slicing through the flesh slowly at every minuscule movement. He fought not to shiver from the pain and accidentally cut himself more.

 

“Just… shut… up.” Naruto pleaded, his canines slowly growing and contracting at the tip to form the deadly fangs. “I wont.” He moaned. “Please… stop.”

 

Sasuke snarled, forcing himself to stay completely motionless. He hated how the fox did this to Naruto. He despised it with a burning, incinerating passion, all the way from the bottom of his heart.

 

All at once, Naruto's claws shrank back along with his teeth, removing the talons from Sasuke's skin, and he collapsed against Sasuke's shoulder, shaking with silent, racking sobs.

 

“Naruto?” Sasuke ground out, healing himself as best he could at this awkward angle.

 

“Don't say anything.” Naruto snapped, his body suddenly noticeably more ridged. “He doesn't want me to fight with you, so just don't… say… anything.”

 

Sasuke sighed and lowered them slowly to the ground, laying Naruto on top of his chest as he looked up toward the morning sky. He used to hate mornings, they were just a start to a new day of pain, mental torture, and agonizing memories, but Naruto was practically the child of the sun himself, and somehow, it gave mornings a whole new meaning. Well, as long as Naruto was with Sasuke, if he wasn't, they were just something to dread and loathe.

 

“What was he doing?” Sasuke asked quietly, laying his hand gingerly on Naruto's back, holding him closer.

 

Naruto flinched, but remained silent.

 

“It's probably my fault anyway, so I think I have the right to know.” Sasuke said firmly, forbidding his voice from raising even the tiniest bit above the level it was at. He had already hurt Naruto again, he didn't need to add salt to the wound if Naruto still had sensitivity to loud noises because of his headache.

 

“…Memories.” Naruto said stiffly, obviously unwilling. “Of you. Leaving.”

 

…

 

Oh.

 

Sasuke exhaled soundlessly and held Naruto closer, tipping his head up to kiss the top of Naruto's golden messy hair.

 

“They wont happen again.” He whispered. “I'm not leaving you.”

 

Naruto stayed silent.

 

“I promised.” Sasuke smiled lightly, glad Naruto wasn't able to see him do it, because he couldn't keep his emotions in. “I'll drag you along to kill Konoha if that's what you want.”

 

Sasuke chuckled at just how quickly Naruto fisted his shirt in horror. “Relax Dob—Naruto, I'm joking.”

 

Naruto didn't let go of his shirt.

 

Sasuke rolled his eyes. “And I'd have to be off my rocker to leave now to do that, so you can let go and allow the blood circulate in your hand.”

 

Slowly, Naruto's fingers unclenched from Sasuke's shirt, but they didn't move away from his chest.

 

The breeze ruffled their contrasting hair lightly, and the sun glinted off the water like diamonds, sending golden rays of sun dancing on the undersides of the leaves on the trees. Sasuke watched the flitting beams of sun contently, noticing how much their color looked like Naruto's hair.

 

A beautiful golden. Just like him, always so bright. Much better than that sickening pink or that repugnant red.

 

He smiled and held Naruto closer.

 

Meanwhile

 

“You're sure?” the woman asked dumbly.

 

“Yes.” The responder answered grimly.

 

“Positive?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“You know this will cause a full-scale panic, right? You have to be 100 percent…” she trialed off, already knowing the answer.

 

“…Yes.”

 

“…Fuck.” The woman swore, her head dropping into her hands as she read over the report again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

15th November

 

Routine B rank mission. Escorting Lord Hotase to his daughter's home in the Hidden Cloud Village, we were attacked by a group of rouge ninja along the way, just outside of Konoha. None wore forehead protectors anywhere on their body, most likely to conceal their identity, but they had a purpose in attacking my group, because the subject escort was never targeted during the entire fight except an attempt once as a hostage to get us to agree to their terms, which we did not learn of. Their leader seemed very familiar, but many things had changed about his appearance. He had long black hair hanging in his face and wore a purple shirt with white and drapes, much like the ones from the Village of Sound. He had one snake eye with a sort of scaly skin around it, and one abnormally pale arm. His tongue was far longer than anything other than a demon's, and a strange summoning jutsu seal was drawn on his forearm. At first glance, I originally thought him to be Kabuto Yakushi, the traitor to Konoha under Orochimaru's control, but after observations during my fight, there is no doubt in my mind that that was Orochimaru himself. It was not Yakushi's voice, nor his personality in fighting or in killing. I, one of my chunin and the escort subject are the only ones to survive the fight, two chunin were killed.

 

 

 

 

 

Tsunade sighed loudly, looking over the records for a few previous missions.

 

“Yakushi absorbed one of Orochimaru's arms and eyes?”

 

“Yes.” Shizune nodded, her hands folded tightly behind her back as she glance around nervously, set on edge just from the news alone.

 

“Well, if what the group scouting the area at the time said was true, then Orochimaru was still active inside of Sasuke, even after Sasuke had absorbed him.”

 

“But Itachi Uchiha sealed him with the sword…” Shizune spluttered. “So… he should be—”

 

“Not necessarily. Orochimaru achieved body transfer, it's very possible that the sealing didn't completely work.” Tsunade looked slowly over to the window, watching the children play on the streets.

 

“But it was just his arm and eye—” Shizune protested.

 

“That could've been all it took. Orochimaru was a man of many mysteries. He loved to brag about his abilities, but for safety's sake, he always kept a few secret jutsu to himself for if he ever needed them in an emergency.”

 

There was one little boy in particular, with jet-black hair, pretending to throw a kunai at his other friend. Their mothers stood a few feet away, watching to make sure the three year olds didn't hurt themselves or each other… they were so young to be playing ninja already… it was somehow unnerving.

 

“…Do you think it's possible…?”

 

Tsunade sighed heavily, and sadly. “I think it's very likely that he could have somehow gotten free from the sword. After all, it was only a sealing sword, if he wasn't dead, there is a possibility that he could have broken free of its powers.”

 

“But the legends tell us that it seals the victim in a dream-like state for all eternity, with no way to freedom!”

 

“They do.” Tsunade nodded thoughtfully. “But they are just legends, and therefore, can be either wrong… or right.” She admitted unwillingly. “And even if he didn't break free, Kabuto absorbed some of him. If Orochimaru used the same jutsu he used to stay alive inside of Sasuke, I think its more likely that he would have… almost…” she tried to find the best way to word her thoughts, “transferred his chakra and mind into Kabuto through the body parts, and sort of… absorbed him from the inside out.”

 

Shizune nodded. “Do you think he's…?”

 

Tsunade picked up the report and read it over another time, making it a total of fourteen times reading the small paragraph.

 

“From what we have here, a report from a Jounin that has seen Orochimaru's fighting techniques, looks, and personality, it think it's proof.”

 

She stood up from her chair and walked over to the large window, leaning her head against the cool glass. “Orochimaru has returned.”

 

That boy… his skin was tanned, but his hair was just as dark as an Uchiha's, and he was playing with a little blonde boy who was pretending to hit him with a sword while their mothers reminded them to be careful. Tsunade knew that the boy wasn't an Uchiha, but there was something about… the feeling of children, young children more specifically, very young, that was giving her a very strange feeling.

 

She looked up at the sky after glancing at the blonde hair again. It wasn't nearly as bright or pretty as Naruto's, but the color made her wonder about the blonde all the same.

 

“Ah brat…” she sighed, reaching for the bottle of sake on her desk, “you had better be alright, you ungrateful little twerp.”

 

It certainly was an odd feeling she was getting from those children… so young… but why was how little they were important? And unconsciously, without even noticing her own movements, her hand reached up and slid over her stomach lightly before dropping back to her side, and her mind pictured Naruto's blonde hair again and his sky blue eyes as she looked up at the clouds.

 

“Strange…” she murmured to herself, tipping the bottle back and taking another swig of the strong liquid. By later that day, she had completely forgotten the feeling, as she was—again—drunk enough to shame an alcoholic.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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