[BOOK 2 OF THE SHARING SERIES]Once, two girls were sharing one life. Their existences turned into one, and as the lines blurred and the beginning of one life merged with the other, the girls found a way to fix their problem. They went their separate...
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Icy fingers graze the bare skin of his stomach, wrap around his sturdy biceps, poke the flesh of his thighs, and Sasuke remains seated on the white bed, chin up, eyes glaring holes through the thick silver head before him.
"Have you taken your pills steadily?"
He doesn't answer the question, not wanting to waste his energy stating the obvious.
He's a medic, or what?
Kabuto's eyes connect with his, and Sasuke has to refrain from wiping the smirk off his pale face and crushing the glasses against his nose.
"Of course you did. Your muscles have grown in the few weeks you've been with us, and so did your chakra reserve."
Again, Sasuke remains silent. He knows this. Everybody knows this. He's grown taller as well, almost reaching Hana's height. Sakura's forehead would be aligned with his lips now. Her breath would graze the skin of his neck, bringing goosebumps in its wake.
He shakes his head when memories of her flushed cheeks and swollen lips come rushing back. Not now, he admonishes himself, not in front of him. He still engulfs a hand in his pocket as a precaution and turns a glare at Kabuto.
"How much more will I have to take?"
"As much as you need, little man."
He grunts, hands curling into fists.
"Uchihas don't cheat."
Kabuto scoffs and scribbles something on his notepad.
"Well, winners do."
He brings his chakra-gloved hands to Sasuke's face next, but the boy stops him, grabbing his wrists in an iron grip.
"No one is looking at my eyes. It's part of the deal, remember?"
The silver-haired man rolls his eyes before dropping his arms.
