Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Taking Your Life Back ❯ Run Away From Repetition ( Chapter 19 )

The next few minutes, everything was quiet. But I could feel Haku's warm smile gracing my existence, and Zabuza had turned to stare at me. I imagined Sasuke's smug appearance, his arm leaning over the side of his car, his smile quirked only at me, and those beautiful eyes asking me to see him. I trembled for only a split second before, starting in my step, stalking away in neither a walk nor a run, but a fast-paced stomping. Haku waved me away with a bright smile, and Zabuza huffed at the loss of his ragged trench coat. Sasuke, of course, put his car in gear to follow me.

 

Walking along the side of the street, his car inched its way with me. I decided not to comment, and all was quiet, save my pattering feet and the purring engine of his sleek car.

 

“Why don't you just jump in?” he had asked. I only continued in my way to nowhere.

 

“...Naruto, I know what Sakura did,” he had told me. I only gritted my teeth.

 

“Then you should understand,” I answered quietly. I could feel his glare.

 

“Don't listen to her, Naruto. She can't do anything to you.”

 

I stopped to jerk toward him, my fists clenched.

 

“She can do EVERYTHING to me, don't you see? She can do whatever she wants while I'm with you, and even when I love you more than anything else in the world, I JUST CAN'T STAY WITH YOU!!!”

 

I breathed deeply as I watched him, eyes roving over me, devouring me.

 

“...Is that true?” he whispered. I blinked loosely.

 

“What's true?”

 

“...That you love me more than anything else in the world...”

 

I shifted lightly, still keeping eye contact.

 

“...Of course it's true...” I answered, “...You're my everything.”

 

“...If that's true,” he said, “then why won't you let me stay your everything?”

 

I stared down at him, who had turned his car off, and the purring died down to leave nothing.

 

“...Because you have people to admire you, you have goals to accomplish and something to do with your life...I'm just here on the earth because I have no where else to go.”

 

“That's such a lie,” he said, growl spreading through his throat. I narrowed my eyes and scowled.

 

“...If it is a lie, how come there isn't any evidence otherwise?” I put it simply. He scowled in return, but I shut my mouth and ran. At this point, he quit his car to chase me. It was not even a few yards from his car that I ended up face down in the dirt, coughing up dust as his hands kept me there. I could hear his trembling voice.

 

“Is there EVER any evidence as to WHY we were put here, to do great things or to just be yet another ordinary human? It's not like one doesn't have the right to live, or the right to love, for this matter...Why can't you understand that?”

 

I struggled, and he straddled my back, ceasing my movements. I hacked up more dirt.

 

“Get off me! Let go!” I cried out, bucking out from under him. Nothing fazed him and he took in a deep breath.

 

“LISTEN TO ME!”

 

I silenced and quitted my movements, trying my hardest not to breathe in the dirt under my nose. But his strong hand left my head, and his whole body disappeared from mine. I turned over onto my back to see him, but he was walking away to his car. I sat up to watch him, and he stopped with his hands stuffed into his pockets. Being turned away from me, I couldn't tell if he was sad, angry, or confused. But his voice told me anyway.

 

“I told you I loved you, and you told me you loved me. Now we're even...But...It seems like...

 

...You took it back.”

 

I stared incredulously at him as he turned his head lightly to me, staring down at me with narrowed eyes.

 

“You can take it back...I don't mind.”

 

That's all he had to say to me, as he walked to his car slowly, almost like he wanted me to follow him.

 

And that's what I did.

 

“Sasuke!” I called out loudly as I stood only to trip over Zabuza's long coat. My hand made contact with a sharp rock, impaling it, and I let out another loud cry as the blood seeped to cover the dirt in crimson. But I stood up anyway to race after Sasuke, who was now angrily putting his car in gear. His frown was saddening, and his ebony orbs whirled with hate and sorrow as he put it in drive and tapped the gas pedal.

 

“No! Sasuke, WAIT!”

 

At the last moment, I clamped my hand on the side door with my bloodied hand, earning myself a throbbing pain and a weak cry from my lips. He immediately stopped, glaring at me.

 

“What?” he hissed. His hands were trembling lightly over the leather steering wheel, and it didn't go unnoticed. I panted lightly as I gripped the door tighter, more blood escaping the wound. My head fell limp, my bangs over my eyes, as I tried to resolve his anger.

 

“I didn't take it back! I love you so much!” I called out. He eyed me wearily, his scowl not diminishing.

 

“...Is that it? Is that why you run away from me?” he asked with his deep angered voice. I shook my head, and before I could control it, I was crying.

 

“...No...That's not it at all...” I sobbed out lightly, “...I'm sorry...”

 

His trembling hands slowly slid off the wheel, leaning back in his seat to stare at me, furrowed eyebrows in tow.

 

“...Look, stop crying,” He commanded quietly, shifting fingers through his dark hair, “...Just get in the car, okay?”

 

Trying to calm myself, I nodded with a sob. The blood on my hands has seeped in and over the side of his door, and as it smeared over the door handle as I sat inside, he took notice.

 

“...Are you okay?” he asked quietly. I nodded, my uncontrollable tears still flowing to unnerve hiccupping sobs from my throat. Sasuke reached over me to punch open his glove box and pull out some napkins for me. I took them gratefully, wiping my hands as best I could along with the car door. As I scrubbed at it, more tears graced me, and it was almost like I was wailing, my sobs were so strong. I wished I could have stopped crying at the moment, but my body just wouldn't comply, and the hurt that I had been feeling for the past 3 days uncoiled itself at this very moment. I continued to scrub as I whimpered as quietly as I could at the moment, my body shaking lightly. I slowly turned to Sasuke.

 

His eyes were in the presence of concern, and every tear that fell, every sob that left my mouth, those eyes twitched in a fashion of pain. His fists clenched the steering wheel, and his lips shifted, as if he was biting his lip. I turned to him fully, opening my mouth to speak.

 

“I'm sor-”

 

“Don't,” he immediately answered with a voice rough with anger. We sat in silence for a moment before I fought another round of tears, but lost. I curled my legs up to my chest as I cried loudly, but it went muffled in my ears as I buried my face in my knees, never feeling so horrible as I did right then. And that's how it continued, for 3 full hours, until we returned to my hometown, the thought of returning to Sasuke's bed near impossible.

 

---

 

“...So how are you hooked on this one?”

 

I growled at Kiba, who only grinned goofily. I flicked out the blue embroidered handkerchief from my jeans pocket, waving it before his cat-like slit eyes. He blinked, and I smiled.

 

“...See? I told you. It's from Suna Boarding School!”

 

“What'd she look like?” he was so suddenly interested. I grinned like a fool.

 

“...The hottest thing on two legs, I believe. Her skirt was so short, I got myself a little peek,” I sported proudly. Kiba's eyes narrowed further.

 

“I'd stay away from girls like that, Shika...She wasn't a Ganguro was she?”

 

“FUCK NO...Oh gods, no. You won't catch me looking at one of those things ever in your life,” I replied, a shiver crawling up and down my spine. EW...Koogals.

 

“...Well? Anything else?”

 

I shifted in my stance, fingers at my chin to think.

 

“...Her little brother was a little pipsqueak, some friend of Naruto's...I think his name started with a G...Gaa...Gat...Gaara! That's it!”

 

I noticed Kiba had taken a step back in amazement, eyes quivering.

 

“...Gaara? That guy is fucked up, man!” he uttered out loudly. I pouted.

 

“...He might be small, but I mean really, Kiba...”

 

“No, stupid! Don't you remember? You were there!”

 

“Where was I?” I tried to slap some remembrance into me, but it wasn't working. He blinked at me as he began.

 

“...Remember when we were all in elementary school? It was me, you, Naruto, and Chouji?”

 

I nodded dumbly.

 

“...We were all out at lunch when Sasuke started a fight with him, and Naruto jumped in it too. Don't you remember that at all? He was out of school for almost a week, if not two.”

 

“...That was Gaara?” I called out softly. He nodded quickly.

 

“...Dude, how could you forget that kid? He was the scariest thing I had ever seen!”

 

“He doesn't look so deadly now...He's so...Tiny.” I gestured with a hand put 4 and a half feet from the ground. Kiba stifled a giggle after a moment.

 

“Really?” I smiled and nodded. We slowly broke out into laughter, and didn't notice the person in question standing before us with heavily blackened eyes and crossed arms.

 

“...What's this about me?” he called out in a raspy voice, but by the end of his accusation, we had already sprinted for our lives with a short redhead grinning from ear to ear in the distance.

 

---

 

That night, I slept on the couch.

 

Sleeping with Sasuke made my heart clench, as to what had happened today.

 

This was our first real fight.

 

I lay curled on my side on the couch. It was just an overstuffed piece of furniture sitting in the middle of a big room. There were a few bookshelves to the left, a little lamp and clock to the right, but otherwise, this room was empty. The carpet held an ebony color that seeped into my head to remind me that I was such a stupid idiot. The blue blanket over my body gave me little warmth, and I shivered as I began to cry again.

 

I suddenly heard footsteps out side the door, and scrubbing the tears away, I feigned sleep. I didn't know if Itachi had come home yet, if he came back at all, and I wasn't going to let him find me crying helplessly. I tried my best at a light snore as the footsteps continued towards me.

 

Truthfully, I was panicking. I didn't want to be raped, and if anything, not raped in my sleep. The door creaked open, and I tried my best not to flinch, my mouth open in a sleepy breath. The door closed with a clack, and I began to tremble lightly under my blanket. A light whimper escaped, and I past it off as I turned over in my “sleep.”

 

Hands were on me suddenly, and they were cold hands. I scrunched my face in distaste, as one does when disturbed, but proceeded to hide my wakefulness. A leg flew over my stomach to straddle me, and I took it as nothing and went back to my panicky faking. But the hands trailed across my face, and to my collar, where the fingers reveled in the warmth. I moaned lightly as I tried to turn over again, but the legs stopped me, and I scrunched up again. I didn't want to open my eyes, to take sight of the horrifying man and bring him the pleasure of seeing my wide eyes and frightful breathing. I kicked a little and all was silent again as I slept.

 

But then, a face fell to my chest. My breath hitched momentarily, but I smacked my lips and went back to sleeping. A mouth roved to my ears, and I knew then, that I was beaten. Blushing madly, my eyes flew open.

 

And there was Sasuke.

 

“Awake now?” he whispered in my ear, his obsidian eyes gleaming as they shifted to me. I lay there open mouthed at him, incapable of speech. His now warm hands cupped my cheek, and I opt to move away. He stopped me as his eyes glared.

 

“...Say you love me,” he commanded. My lips quivered at the sight of him, but I nodded lightly. But his hand jerked me to my senses.

 

“Say it,” he repeated, “I want to hear you say it.”

 

“...I love you,” I answered softly, not even above my own ears. It was almost as if I had mouthed it. His eyes didn't recede and his strong hand twitched tightly.

 

“Say it again.” His voice was growing huskier by the second, and it almost scared me. My jaw dropped unconscientiously as my eyes became blurry.

 

“...I...I” was all I could get out, as the tears fell quietly. He watched me, his eyes becoming soft and gentle. His warm calloused hands slowly drifted around my torso to press against the small of my back. I shivered and choked lightly on my breath as he shifted to slowly bring me to his chest. I accepted the invitation, and just as slowly as he had, my arms had slithered to the back of his neck to lock there. He cradled me against him, and I breathed calmly against his collarbone. His sinful mouth kissed me gently on the cheek, and I felt the tears being kissed away. His hands tightened for a moment, and I then gave into him completely, tightening my hands as well.

 

“I love you,” I said. He nodded against me.

 

“...I had hoped you did,” I answered. I would have protested, but now was not the time. We lay in each others arms, in that big room, finding no space between us as we were flush together. My tears had dried, and I thought not the reason why I had cried in the first place. Breathing out my sorrow in one last breath, I spoke:

 

“...Sakura has another thing coming, doesn't she?” I could feel the lips on my skin spread to accommodate that wicked smile of his. I felt my skin tingle.

 

“...You bet.”