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Love is a Weakness-A Naruto Fan Fiction

Chapter Eleven: Torture

I awoke to a very familiar smell. That sweet, sweet smell of Sasuke. Letting myself breathe in his scent, I sighed. Why did he always smell so good?

Sasuke breathed in deeply, and at first I thought he has waken up. Eep! Not yet! Thankfully, he just sighed and tightened his grip around my waist.

Why did I feel like this was starting to turn into a routine? Step one: Find a way to be overly depressed, and throw in some tears. Step two: Let Sasuke comfort, and then hold you in some way. Step three: Wake up in his house, to find that you have slept with him.

Sure, it was only twice, but that still seemed rather repetitive to me. I had been spending a lot of time with Sasuke, recently. Was this just my plan for revenge, or did I really want to spend quality time with him?

I turned over, so that I was facing him. He looked so peaceful. There was no hint of revenge of hostility, anywhere. He almost looked happy; but not quite. There was more of a serene look, if nothing else.

My hand twitched a little as I had the urge to touch him. I was, more or less, wanting to stroke his face. And touch his silky, raven-black hair. Was it possible for a human to be so beautiful? So flawless?

Giving in, I moved his out of his face. Mainly to get a better look at him. Next, I touched his smooth skin. I could’ve just died as the realization hit me. I was actually sleeping in the Uchiha’s bed, for the second time, touching him.

It was probably a good thing that I wasn’t a fan girl, or I would have raped him by now. He was so vulnerable. Was he showing that he trusted me? He would obviously be so defenseless, if I were to attack, he would have no clue what happened. The thought was so intriguing.

Did he really think he could faith in me? What a horrible thing to do. Cute, but recklessly done. I was reliable, but wasn’t I his sworn enemy? I wasn’t going to attack him, but I’m curious to know why he had done it. I thought Sasuke hated me.

My hand was still on Sasuke’s face, when he opened his eyes. I didn’t dare move it. Hopefully, he didn’t notice it, and I could move it when he wasn’t paying attention. Fat chance, his eyes seemed trained on me. Wonderful! Just effing great!

For a person who just woke up, he looked pretty lively. Don’t tell me he’s a morning glory, or whatever they call ‘em. Those people sicken me. How could they stand getting up so early? It was gross.

“Morning.” hi voice was raspy, from just waking up, and ever-so sexy. I almost laughed at myself. Did I really just think that? I must really be sick!

Sasuke’s facial expression said that he was weary of me. He was probably expecting me to attack him, much like I did the other morning. But I couldn’t find any logical reason, so I decided not to. He probably doesn’t realize this, but he saved me last night. For that, I would be grateful.

“Good Morning.” I smiled. Where was a camera when you needed one? His face was priceless. One of pure astonishment. Eyes bulging out of his face, mouth hanging wide open. Made my day. I think it’s safe to say, he wasn’t expecting that. I laughed, slightly.

He recovered, his face showing a light shade of pink. How adorable! It was refreshing to know that Sasuke was human, with actual feelings. It was weird. Like he had dropped his guard, and hard demeanor with it. I liked this Sasuke. I do believe if he was like this all the time, I wouldn’t hate his gut with a burning passion, that makes me want to roast him over a campfire, with an apple in his mouth.

Okay, maybe that was a little weird. But, at the same time, true. Sasuke looked at me like he didn’t know what to say. And for once, neither did I. getting on friendlier terms had been my only objective. Why didn’t I think of conversations a head of time? I knew nothing about him!

That had me thinking, I knew absolutely nothing about Sasuke. Time for Twenty-One Questions? Oh yes!

“Wanna play a game?” My voice was daring and I waggled my eyebrows. I realized how wrong he could’ve taken that when I saw the suspicion written all over his face. Not to mention we were laying in his bed, entangled in each other.

“As much as I like playing games,” so much sarcasm. “we have missions today. We are to meet Kakashi at the bridge.” Aww, how cute. Sasuke was the responsible type. How strange. I guess it did match his personality. But, I always assumed boys to be slobs, who rarely did anything responsible. In fact, I didn’t even know that they even knew what the word ‘responsible’ meant.

Silly me. I hang around Naruto way to much.

Sasuke got up and made his way to the wardrobe that was pushed against the wall. From here I could admire his toned body. You’re probably thinking, “Ew, Sasuke? Girl! You’re sick!” But, hey. It’s not something you see everyday. Especially from someone like Sasuke.

Watching him dress in his usual clothing, I decided that I should probably get dressed, too. I was not going to wear yesterday’s clothes. Can you say ‘Ew’? I stood up, trying to straighten my clothes. Just because I saw him half-naked, doesn’t mean he could get a show.

My body froze. This isn’t what I was wearing yesterday. Not even close. The shirt that I was wearing, which is the only thing I am wearing, was to big for me. But didn’t qualify as a mini-dress.

The hem was right below my butt. I lifted the shirt and was relieved to find my undergarments still on. I studied the shirt, well, what do you know. It’s Sasuke’s. my eyes traveled up to him. With only his pants on, he was looking at me with much caution.

“Did you undress me last night?” I tried to sound like it didn’t bother me. It would have worked, if my teeth weren’t clenched, and my fist weren’t in a tight ball.

He swallowed and nodded slowly. I do believe that Sasuke is scared off me. Smirking, I walked over to where he stood. I made it to where my chest was pushed against his, so close, that I could feel the racing of his heartbeat against my own. I ran my hand across his bare chest and put my lips close to his ear. Naturally, I had to stand on the tips of my toes, but that didn’t take away the effect of this.

“Sasuke,” I purred. He shivered for pleasure? Or fear?

I made my voice as seductive as possible, as I said the next line. “You ever undress me without my permission, I will cut off what you value most, and feed it to Kiba’s dog.” His hands went instinctively to his private area. Classic. With that, I pecked him on the cheek, and made my leave.

I didn’t care much for his reaction. He’s lucky I was nice about it. I could’ve chopped off his prized possession then, but I was eager to put some clothes on.

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Yes? No! Yes? No! Maybe?

“Argh!” I threw my hands up, in agitation. I was debating on whether I wanted to change Sasuke’s shirt, or not. The shirt could be easily tied in the back so it wasn’t so big, and I could cut off the ridiculous collar and sleeves.

My black spandex shorts looked good with Sasuke’s shirt. But I didn’t want him to freak out. Sakura’s and Naruto’s reaction would be hella funny, though.

Considering that, my decision was made. Sasuke’s shirt, it was. Besides, it smells like him. Even better!

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“Sasuke!” I said as I locked my door. Once again, the look of astonishment filled his face. He looked as if he was glad he let me wear the shirt, though. I had made it low cut, with a fishnet shirt underneath. The sleeves had also been replaced with fishnet. In the back, it had been tied and tucked under the shirt, to make it less baggy and smaller.

His attention made me smirk. Today was definitely going to be fun!

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