[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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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓱𝓲𝓶 is going restless. Since Sakura's addition to Team Hebi, Sasuke has had a semblance of grip over his emotions. It reminds him of his first year with Orochimaru, of how just the thought of Sakura would help temper his murderous intent. He doesn't want to believe her presence is affecting him. Could it be that, after four years, some part of him, somewhere, still cares? That can't be possible. Not after everything he's been through without her. He's not the same boy he used to be. There's no good left in him.
And yet, every time his eyes land on her, the feeling settling in at the pit of his stomach is a bit more familiar, and it has nothing to do with the demon's intent. It's uncomfortable, like a fist closing around his insides, cold water running through his veins. It's worry—he worries for her. Again.
On their third travel day to Suna, she's healed most of her severe injuries. He can feel her chakra reserve replenishing and a new fire radiates through her unsettling doll eyes. That same evening, he catches himself staring at her pretty features. He's never seen someone that beautiful and resents her for it.
And it would seem he's not the only one.
"I hate her," Karin whispers, body flushed against his.
On the other side of the fire, Suigetsu's eyes are like daggers, ready to slit Sasuke's throat at any moment.
Me too, he wants to say, but knows it's a lie. Instead, he shifts away from the redhead's touch, grumpier than usual. Even his meaningless thing with Karin is off the table now. Not that he didn't try, just that it didn't work. At that thought, he glares at the petite girl chatting animatedly with the giant man a few feet away.
"He's got the funniest dogs," Sakura exclaims, big, green eyes glinting under the moonlight. "You would like them, Jūgo. Although, you shouldn't call them dogs. Every time Naruto did, it ended up badly for him."
"Is Naruto your boyfriend?"
Her nose wrinkles in disgust.
"Best friend. He's like my brother."
Sasuke cannot hold back a snort. She turns to glare at him.
"From what I remember, he has more than friendly intentions in mind," he says, eyes challenging.
