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Title: Fa�ade

Author: Dying Dreams

Fandom:
Naruto

Feedback: Feedback is always welcome!
Dream:So
anyways...

Itachi: Are you going to start rambling again?

Dream: No. Actually. I was bitten by a dog back on the 9th.
:o

Itachi: What the hell?

Dream: It's true! It wasn't bad or anything, but a fight had started at the
dog park and I was trying to separate the dogs, with the help of
other people of course, and somewhere in the middle of it all I got
bit without realizing it.

Itachi: Jeese woman. What possessed you to jump in anyways?

Dream: The increasing need to stop the injury of one of my favorite dogs
that goes to the park maybe?

Itachi: What kind of dog was it that started it?

Dream: Pit-mix. o.o; Don't get me wrong. I don't hate the breed. I just hate
the fact that they're so god damn dog aggressive. I know they were
bred for fighting, but it pisses me off. Proper handling and control
can make them great pets, but owners have to know and be on top of
them when they bring them there. They get focused on what they wanted
and just go for it.

Itachi: Is the dog that was attacked okay?

Dream: Hmm? Oh yeah he's fine. He has a little scratch on one his legs, but
he's okay. He was really shaken and scared for about an hour, but as
more people and dogs he knew and was familiar with came he began to
calm down considerably. Hell one of my own dogs jumped in trying to
get the Pit off of him.

Itachi: Did he get hurt?

Dream: Thankfully no. He was on the pits back trying to get his attention off the other
dog. Hell it worked and they eventually got the pit and broke up the
fight. I was beyond pissed when I yelled at the guy to get the dog
out of the park. But you know what pisses me off the most?

Itachi: Hmm?

Dream: The bastard owner had the gall to come back, mind you to ask if
everything was okay, and try to say he didn't believe his dog started
it. Which is complete bullshit because I saw it all start. The dog
had that look when they're thinking about mounting another dog and
then going for it. Now you tell me. Who started it? Fucking idiot.
And you know, when you're trying to pass a pit mix off as a cross
between two different dog breeds, don't ever claim it's a mix between
two dogs that will never be a solid color. Sorry to burst your
bubble, but a cross between a Rottweiler and a Dalmatian will never
create a solid dark gray dog that has the lean build of pit bull.
Rottweilers are bulkier than that, and Dalmatians are a lot leaner. I
know dogs damn it. Dx
lexjamandme: Believe it or not, I actually have a life despite writing this story.
It's just not a very impressive one. Kind of sad if you ask me but
eh. Whatever. What can you do?
trulwicked: Oh they did. Especially after my relatives left. Everything got a
whole lot better. I swear you'd all be glad if your aunt wasn't a
crazy liberal. It's creepy cause every time she and anyone else
starts talking about something, she usually goes right from talking
to yelling. Oh and better yet she repeats herself. Doesn't that sound
fun? But yeah. That and being annoyed by my parents because I hadn't
registered for a few more classes at the community college I'm going to, and a
few other things I don't care to mention, pfft you tell me when I
have time to do anything for myself. ��

Thank you for the
hugs and cookies. n-n The cookies were nummy.
Warnings:
My sadism took a turn for the worse. Blood, gore, it's not exactly
pleasant to say the least. It's not the best description I could have
done, but whatever. I didn't want to gross myself out with
it.

Disclaimer:
I still don't own it you know. I never have and I never will. It
would be funny if I did though.
Chapter 9

- - - - - - - - - -
Nadia hung back
as she watched everyone file down the stairs and enter the room. She
stood and waited for Gai to return, going over in her mind what
exactly she was going to say. This was not the way things were
supposed to go. Not at all. They weren't supposed to know. Ever.
Blasted meddling fools. If that Anko woman hadn't gone searching this
wouldn't be happening. No one would know about Sakaye's current
instability, and she wouldn't have to be here explaining anything to
them. Civilians. She could swear they were the bane of her existence.
She didn't move
or acknowledge his presence as Gai made hi way back down to the first
floor. She narrowed her eyes and listened as he moved past her and
into the room with her. She could hear the low murmur coming from the
room. No doubt questions about what the fuck had just happened.
Sakaye coming into the house acting like some blood crazed maniac
would mentally scar anyone who knew her. It was an unnatural sight
for anyone who did not work with the woman.
Of course, Nadia
had always known Sakaye was a bit unstable. It came with the job
really. Hell Zabuza himself had gotten like that once. Though, he'd
been on a rampage for who knew what reason. It had taken three of
them to hold him down, and another to administer the sedative. Kisame
still had the scars from that time, and Zabuza remained oblivious to
it all.
With a heavy
sigh of resignation, Nadia passed through the doorway and stepped
into the room, feeling twenty two pairs of eyes focusing on her. Of
course had to wonder why in the hell there were this many people
staying here tonight in the first place. She could attribute ten of
them being here on urging from Tsunade. Why the hell was protecting
civilians always such a pain in the ass?
She also had to
ask herself how the fuck Sasuke had accumulated ten friends in less
than month. Was that even possible? She found it increasingly
difficult to believe that he really was friends with every single
student in this room. She couldn't even begin to fathom the idea of
it all. Sasuke. With friends. When eight fucking years ago his
parents had been brutally murdered in front of his eyes by a man he
trusted deeply. This certainly did not make sense to her. Not at all.
Though she
supposed not much made sense to her these days anyways. Working as an
unofficial operative of ANBU tended to obscure reality in odd ways.
It's just how things were, and she had long since come to accept this
new reality.
Though, she
counted herself lucky. Had she ever taken that final step to becoming
a member of ANBU, she would have lost her mind years ago. Members of
ANBU went through a year of extensive training not only to prepare
them physically for their job, but their minds as well. One had to
possess a certain mind-set in order to become a member of ANBU. Nadia
did possess that mind-set, but in her younger years she had faced
mental traumas she preferred not to discuss which ultimately
prevented her from accepting Tsunade's offer to join the
organization. She did not wish to further damage her already fragile
psyche with what ANBU did.
Nadia frowned as
she lifted a hand, running it through her dark brown hair, one of her
fingers catching on a small knot before she forced it to break
through and let her hand drop away. Her gaze flickered from one to
the next, appearing as though she were assessing them. She wasn't,
but they didn't know that.
�What you have
seen,� she began, �does not leave this house. Sakaye will not
remember this, and you would do well to not inform her of it.�
She lifted her
hand and pushed a dark lock back behind her ear. Her gaze remained
moving from one to he next, searching for any sign that they would go
against her. If any did, there would be consequences. There were
always consequences.
�What you see
when she is not working, that is who he tries to be. Like most
members of ANBU, her mind is somewhat unstable, and she is forced to
hide behind a mask to keep everything from spilling out. It is her
wish to protect every single one of you by any means necessary. None
of you may let her know what you know. She is unaware of what I have
told the adults, and she is unaware that you children even found out
about her. I warn you all to keep it to yourselves.� She paused to
look at the minors. �Go back to bed. Now.�he received eleven
glares, but those eleven bodies moved to do as she said, moving
quietly out of the room and back upstairs. Several silent minutes
passed as Nadia listened for the last door to close.
�Itachi.�
Itachi's dark
gaze snapped to her, and he waited for her to go on.
�I believe
Sakaye asked you yo pick up her dog, correct?�
Itachi gave a
quick nod.
�I also
believe she said Yuri was coming as well?�
�Yes,�
Itachi replied.
�I'll need you
to locate one more person and take him to the address he gives you.
I'll provide you with the information you need in the morning. It's
of utmost importance he arrives no later than three thirty.�
Itachi nodded a
second time.
�Now. I
believe there is something else we must discuss now.�
-
Her body felt increasingly heavy, and her head felt like something
had been slammed repeatedly into it. A vague image flashed through
her mind before it vanished and left her with a feeling of complete
emptiness and uncertainty. She twisted and heavily rolled over onto
her back, eyes cracking open slightly. Above her was large fuzzy blur
of something. Some vast... looks like... wood? Maybe. She wasn't to
sure about the details. It just one big fuzzy brown blob. Her vision
wasn't focusing or clearing either, but she didn't force it.
She just let herself lie there, staring blankly up at nothing. A
wooden ceiling didn't seem to be to interesting anyways. She frowned
when a noise permeated the silence, and she rolled onto her side. Her
hand flung out and landed on a flat object resting on the table
beside her bed. The palm of her hand grazed against slightly raised
rubber buttons. A small sigh escaped her and she felt her fingers
wrap around the hard plastic object. Once in her grasp she pulled it
towards her and held it in front of her face.
She frowned again, not seeing anything special about it. She shrugged
slightly and pressed the fuzzy red blob at the top of it. For several
silent, boring moments, nothing happened. She blinked and her eyes
widened when the sound of music suddenly surrounded her. Oh. So
that's what it did. Turned the stereo on. She shrugged and rolled
back on her back, staring vaguely up at the blurry wooden ceiling
that seemed to be moving now. Some trick of the mind, she supposed.
That or she was still partially in that drug induced haze from hours
ago that she clearly did not recall.
The pounding in her head didn't help, and the loud music helped even
less. The beat had started a pounding rhythm in her head. Any other
time and she might have found it amusing. Right now it bothered her
to no end. Damn it she needed something to make it go away. Maybe
Aspirin. Hell she'd be happy to just have some coffee right now.
Though, she doubted she'd be able to pry herself off of the
comfortable mattress she was sprawled on. Nope. She was not getting
up.
A vague remembrance of what happened the previous night passed
through her mind. She didn't recall anything that happened after
she'd returned home, but she certainly remembered beating the shit
out of the mother fucker that had tried to drag her out into an alley
after giving her the drug. Whatever the hell it had been had really
fucked her up. She'd never experienced that feeling before.
She lifted a hand and held it front of her face, her vision slowly
but surely was beginning to clear. Wear was the blood? She remembered
there was blood, but her hand was wrapped in bandages, and she could
feel them all the way up her arm. Someone must have cleaned her. She
assumed so anyways, because she knew she hadn't done it herself. Drug
induced haze left her completely out of her mind.
Though, at least no one would know what she had done. She remembered
everything up to just before coming home, where her mind had gone
completely blank and some twisted part of her mind had taken over and
done something. Probably said something nasty to disgust anyone who
heard it. She didn't remember, but she didn't really mind that. It
was better that way anyways.
She sighed softly and lowered the hand to her side, her eyes closing
as she remembered killing the bastard.
�You're fucking crazy! Get the hell away from me!�
�Why should? You're the one who wanted this, don't you remember?
You wanted to have sex with me in this putrid alley. You gave me
something. What was it?�
�I... I don't know. Somebody gave it to me. Said it was real
good stuff. Better than that other shit loser kids use to rape high
school girls.�
�Is that so. well my dear. Let me show you what happens to those
who try and hurt me. As you can see, I'm not a very nice person. I'm
even less nice once you've gotten on my bad side. I can't let your
actions slide, so I'm just going to have to kill you. Okay?�
�No! Get back you crazy bitch! I'll stab you!� The man pulled
a switch blade from his boot, the metal gleaming in the dim light
from the street lamp at the end of the alley.
�How cute,� she scoffed. �You brought a knife to a fight? I
haven't seen that in years. I might just have to take it so I can
play with you. No one will recognize once I'm through. Poor baby.�
Her steps were slow and steady as she advanced upon the desperate
man. Behind him, he had no escape. She had turned the tables, and she
was forcing him back towards the dead end. �Little boys shouldn't
play with such sharp objects. They might get hurt.�
She lunged forward, stepping to the side just as the man swung his
arm with the blade. She caught his wrist with on hand, her other fist
and slamming into his side. The man gasped and she pressed harshly
down on his wrist, forcing him to drop the weapon.
�Pathetic. You're so weak. Do you realize that?� She smiled
wickedly and lifted a leg, kicking the panting man in the stomach
with her boot. She stooped to grasp the handle of the blade in her
right hand, the smile still on her painted lips.
�Idiots like you, you're all the same. You act so tough, but in
the end you're nothing but a frightened little child. Unfortunately
for you, I can let you live. Do you know why?�
�B-because I tr-tried to h-h-hurt you,� he stuttered out.
�That's right. You tried to hurt me, so now you're going to pay
the ultimate price. I wouldn't want to set you upon some other
unsuspecting victim. It ends now.�
She watched in silence as the frightened man stumbled back,
hitting the wall behind him, eyes wide in fear as she slowly stalked
towards him, a glint of something malicious in her dark eyes.
�You messed with the wrong person,� she said darkly, stopping
roughly three feet from him.
�Give me your hand,� she murmured, stepping closer and closing
the gap between them.
Hesitantly, the man did as she said. He had already accepted his
fate. The woman before him was either dangerous, insane or a
combination of both. He assumed the latter. She was dangerously
insane.
�This may hurt a bit,� she said, holding his hand in one of
her own gloved hands. The gloves she wore, she'd taken from one of
the other ANBU members. Sasori, she thinks. He hadn't objected to her
stealing them. He wouldn't get them back anyways. She'd have to burn
them. �Try not to scream. I may have to gag you if you do.�
The man's jaw clenched as the fingers of her other hand wrapped
around the index of his left hand. Sakaye looked up at him and
smiled, moments later twisting the finger in such a way to break the
bones. His mouth opened to scream, but before he could Sakaye's hand
flew across his face, effectively stopping him. She dropped his hand
and ripped a strip of cloth off of the mans sweat drenched, beer
stained shirt. She ripped off a large chunk of the material and stuff
it into his mouth before wrapping the long strip around his head and
tying it behind him.
�I told you not to scream.� Her hands moved and she broke his
middle finger. The man screamed through the gag, the sound
considerably muffled by it. he screamed each time she broke a finger.
She left his thumb alone, and took his other hand, doing the same to
it.
Wide eyed, the man stared at her in fear. He could only wonder
what she would do to him next. He grunted when she swept his legs out
from under him, sending him crashing to the dirty ground. She
crouched beside him and ripped more of his shirt. Taking his hands,
she bound them together above his head.
She really had no idea why she was doing this, possibly something
to do with the drug he'd given her. Drugs always fucked awkwardly
with her for some reason, never quite doing what they were supposed
to do. Some did, but not all. Whatever the hell this one was supposed
to do, obviously wasn't working right. It's possible the man didn't
know what it was supposed to do, and he'd given it to her anyways
thinking he'd get what he wanted.
Sakaye's hands moved, the blade tearing through the rest of his
shirt and cutting it off. She pulled it away and tossed it towards
the wall. She didn't care that the blade cut into his skin as she
stripped the man. He was going to die anyways so it didn't matter.
She glanced at his abdomen, watching blood bubble up in the shallow
wounds she had inflicted.
Her hands moved down and she stripped the man of his dirty blue
jeans, slicing through them and nicking his legs in the process with
the blade. She laughed at the mans undergarments, often fondly
referred to as tighty whiteys. She snorted and cut those off as well,
leaving the mans short length to the exposed cold air. The body lying
on the ground shivered from the cold.
�Time to die a painful death,� Sakaye murmured. She lifted the
knife and plunged it deep into his thigh. She was going to prolong
this as long as she could. No one would come down this way. She was
sure of that.
Tears of pain welled in the man's eyes, silently pleading for her
to just end it all. Sakaye shook her head and jerked the blade down,
tearing through muscle and veins. Blood seeped out of the wound and
dribbled down his dirty thigh to the ground beneath him. Sakaye
ripped out the knife and did the same to the other leg.
Her eyes never left his face as she plunged the knife into his
stomach and twisted it, pulling it this way and that to tear apart
the man's stomach. The man tried to scream through the gag as stomach
acid seeped out of his torn stomach and into the rest of his body.
Sakaye took her time shredding the rest of his body. With the
intestines, she would knick at the fleshy stuff, scrapping the blade
along the inside of it and pulling out bits of it only to drop it
somewhere else inside the dying man's body. She left the large
intestines in shreds and cut the small intestines into pieces,
scattering them throughout the open expanse of the man's innards. Her
eyes drifted to the sides of his body, blood seeping from veins and
dribbling down his side. She looked back inside and was please to see
the mixture of blood and stomach acid swirling around as the body
heaved trying to take in air.
She look at the liver and jammed the knife into it, tearing it in
half. She watched whatever was inside flood out and mix with the
blood and acid. The kidneys followed. The knife dug into those,
pulling out and stabbing back in repeatedly. The small organs were
riddled with holes.
She looked back at the man's glazed eyes,having some time ago
faded out, but still conscious. The pain had become far to great, and
he couldn't properly acknowledge it. She lifted a gloved hand and
slapped his face harshly.
�Pay attention.� The man's gaze snapped to her as she scooted
down a bit. His eyes widened as he felt a glove hand take hold of his
scrotum.
She smiled darkly at him as she lowered the bloodied knife. �This
may hurt a lot.� She slit partially through the skin before pulling
it away. She grasped the bleeding testicles with her gloved hand and
ripped them from his body. The man screamed through the gag, writhing
and twisting in pain. He struggled to free himself, knowing he could
not. This was not how he'd thought he'd die. He would rather she just
stab him in the heart and kill him like than to do it this way. His
innards were screaming their own pain, and she'd just castrated him.
She'd probably cut off his dick next.
It seemed as though she were reading his mind, because he left the
gloves grazing across his length, almost sensuously. Almost being the
key word. The dim thought that this woman was insane passed through
his mind as he felt the tip of the blade pressing into the opening at
the end of his penis. His eyes widened in fear. She wouldn't... she
wouldn't do it like that would she? No! God please no! She...
He screamed through the gag as the knife was slowly pushed into
him, the skin and tissue sliced by the blades sharp edge. To say it
was painful would be an understatement. It was excruciatingly
painful. He couldn't stop the screaming coming from his throat. He
couldn't stop the twisting of his dying body, and he certainly
couldn't stop the insane woman that was tearing him apart bit by bit.
He willed himself to die, wanting it to end, but it would not. His
pain continued even as the knife tore through all the way to the base
of his penis, the organ left hanging in two pieces from his body. He
screamed in agony as he felt the knife being pushed into one side,
moving and slicing through the skin and tissue once more, tearing the
half into two. He felt the same happen the other.
His screams had died, his raw and bleeding throat unable to handle
it. All he was left with were gasping, soundless screams. �I'm
sorry,� he rasped out through the gag, pleading for the woman to
end it. �Kill me now. I can't take it. Let me burn in hell.�
�No,� she replied, hearing him clearly. �I will no. I am not
done with you yet.�
Leaving the bleeding organ alone, she moved back to his legs,
digging the knife into his thigh and tearing easily through flesh and
muscle. The knife went back in several times, shredding the bloodied
mass of muscle tissues and flesh. She repeated the same act with the
other thigh, leaving the thighs to bleed, torn to shreds. Sakaye
moved and crouched by his head, reaching for an arm. Her bloodied
gloved hand caressed his upper arm.
�Foolish man,� she murmured, digging the blade into the bicep.
She tore the arm apart with the knife, leaving it too a quivering
mass of bloodied flesh.
His eyes widened in fear when she looked at his face, that wicked
and demented smirk returning. �Beautiful eyes,� she whispered, a
bloodied glove caressing his cheek. �I should take them, too. I am
after all, almost done with you.�
The man clenched his eyes tightly shut, though it was no use. He
could feel the fingers of her gloves prying one lid open, the tip of
the knife resting just below his eye. �I'll crush these once I've
removed them. Or perhaps I'll give them to that cat hiding in the
shadows. They would make interesting toys. What do you think?�
The man grunted in response, the cold metal sliding towards his
eye. He felt the tip break through the flesh of his eyelid and sink
down into his eye socket. He squirmed and writhed, unable to move as
Sakaye held his head still. He could feel the blade slicing through
nerves and veins, a dry scream tearing from his raw throat before
everything went dark. A terrible pain shot through his head as they
eye was ripped from the socket, blood spurting from the thin veins.
Sakaye looked at the round bloody thing in her palm, a small smile
on her lips. One down, one to go. She tossed the eye towards the
shadows, hearing and audible hiss and a dull, almost silent thud as
the thing hit the furry creature glowering at her. She smirked and
shifted, reaching for the left eye. She pried it open and looked into
the fear filled thing.
�Pathetic waste of a human life,� she murmured. �You deserve
this you. How many victims have you had, hm? One? Two? More than
five? Not that I really want to know, and it no longer matters.
Clearly the police force hasn't been doing their job correctly if
scum like you is still wandering around. Though, I suppose this could
be a lesson to other rapists like you. Don't you agree?�
The man gave a shuddering nod and Sakaye smiled again. She pressed
the tip of the knife against the skin of his lower lid. �Good boy,�
she murmured. Without warning she plunged the blade straight into his
eye, another scream tearing from his throat, muffled by the material
stuffed into the orifice. She twisted the knife around in the socket,
destroying the eye completely, turning it into a bloodied mass inside
his head. She left it there and ripped the knife out, a trail of
blood following it and spraying slightly across a pale cheek.
Sakaye smiled wickedly and slapped his cheek harshly. �I suppose
I'm done with you.� She rose to her feet and looked down at him.
�Honestly, I should have done more. I really should have, but I
suppose this is enough, don't you think? Ah well. My companions are
looking for me.� She leaned down and tapped his cheek with a bloody
glove. �See you in hell,� she said, plunging the knife through
his ribs and into his heart.
She rose and turned away, a dark smile of satisfaction on her lips
as she strode towards a trashcan. She pulled the gloves off and threw
them aside, pulling a lighter from her boot. Looking down at the can
filled with paper and other refuse, she lit the edge of one sheet,
watching as it caught fire and slowly began to spread, surrounding
sheets catching the flames and lighting up with it. She stood back a
few paces and watched the flames spread across the opening, burning
everything on that first layer.
She watched as the gloves finally began to burn, and everything
slowly sunk down as the flames engulfed everything within the metal
can. She would make sure nothing remained but the ashes. She couldn't
have the worthless authorities discovering the gloves now could she?
Of course not. That wouldn't be good at all.
Minutes passed before the flames eventually began to die with
nothing left to consume within the can. She waited until the last of
the flames dwindled away, embers jumping up before the glowing
finally died out. She lifted a foot and kicked the can over, watching
as ashes spewed forth in a light dusting. Still using her foot, she
tilted the can up and dumped everything onto the wet ground. Hr
booted foot connected harshly with the side and she set it rolling
towards the end of the alley, a metal crash sounding as it hit
another can. She crouched down and blew at the ashes, sending more of
dust up into the air. A satisfied grin passed her lips when she found
the gloves had sufficiently burned, leaving not much of anything
behind except perhaps bits of the leather, but even those small bits
would be hard to get DNA from, for surely the flames had scorched the
leather enough to mostly erase anything that had been left behind.
Sakaye smiled wickedly and rose, long strides taking her to the
mouth of the alley where she was greeted by one of her subordinates
and her partner.
She smiled and lifted a finger to her lips. �It's a secret,�
she said, her voice almost a whisper. She knew she was already losing
it, though she probably already had once she'd begun to kill the
bastard. She never did know how the man's blood had gotten onto her
body, nor did she wonder how her clothes had become somewhat torn.
She vaguely remembered Zabuza and Sasori leading her away form the
alley, and guiding her into the where they sat her in a chair and
tied her to it. She didn't resist them. They were doing what was best
for her. She knew that. Her head turned and she watched the pair as
they left the truck, closing the doors as soon as they were out.
�It was fun,� she commented to no one, perhaps herself. She
didn't know. No one else was with her in the vehicle, so it didn't
matter. She didn't know she wouldn't remember the rest of the night,
and she didn't know she would really see the looks on the faces of
her 'friends' and the children present inside her home once she
returned. She didn't know that she would never be told.
�Probably not one of my best decisions,� she mumbled to herself,
rolling over onto her stomach. �Always knew there was something
wrong with me.� She frowned and pushed herself up onto her hands
and knees, staring at her pillow a moment before sitting back on her
legs. �Fuck it all. I'm as screwed up as the rest of them. They
just know how to control themselves.�
She flopped over and pushed her legs over the edge of the bed. She
slid forward and rolled onto her back before pulling herself up to a
sitting a position. She glanced at her sheets and frowned. Oh joy.
They were covered in blood that was clearly not her own.
With another frown, she rose to her feet and staggered towards the
bathroom connected to her room. Disregarding the fact that she had no
clean clothes with her or any towels, she shoved open the door and
stepped inside, slamming it shut behind her before stumbling over to
the shower stall. She slid the glass door open and reached for the
knobs, turning the water on. She stepped back and began to strip,
tossing the torn and bloody clothes into the waste basket. She'd have
to burn them, probably, but she didn't mind. They weren't important
anyways.
She lifted her hands and freed the rest of her dark hair from the
ties still holding it up. Clump of it stuck together form gel and
hair spray, the rest of it falling gracelessly around her head. She
looked down at her body, only slightly amused that her skin wasn't
completely covered in the bastards blood. Just her hands, part of her
arms and legs. She was glad for at least that.
She yawned and stepped into the shower, sliding the glass door shut
behind her and moved under the spray of water, letting it wash away
the dried blood on her scarred skin. She tilted her head and watched
as it slowly washed away with the hot liquid beating against her
skin. Her hands moved and she rubbed at her hands, more of the dried
stuff coming free and falling to the tiled floor beneath her, washing
down the drain. She watched as the red tinted clear liquid swirled
around the drain before going through.
Hot showers always felt nice, she mused as she bent to scrub the
blood from her legs with her nails. She left small scratches on her
legs as she wiped the blood away, the water helping to remove it. The
sooner she was clean, the saner she would feel.
There was no way in hell she was leaving her room though. She felt
like something bad had happened after returning last night. She was
not going to be able to deal with any of that shit right now. She
needed to be alone to wallow in the misery of her pitiful existence.
She ought to be allowed that much at least.
Perhaps later when she felt sane she'd venture from her room and
attempt to fix whatever damage it was that she'd wrought upon the
people close to her. Though she supposed that wouldn't be possible if
she didn't find out what she'd done. She just vaguely remembered a
look of horror on Sasuke's face, and that was all. She didn't
remember anything else. She didn't expect to.
TBC...
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