Trapped in the arms of a killer | SasuSaku [Completed]

XXIV.

XXIV. Truth

After what seems to be an hour, the pinkette had lost sight of the raven. He was nowhere to be found in her apartment at all, and honestly, it began to worry her. Yet, she herself was a living proof that the Uchiha was still alive, knowing that she was still safe, making all the worries go away bit by bit, thanks to the mark somehow.

Looking at the bright side of the situation, she didn't have to worry where to sleep. She will have her bed by herself and she was finally alone in her own home. Maybe for the first time in weeks, she'll be able to sleep properly.

........and she was stand corrected.

The soaked man out of his bathroom.. the heated kiss... his bloody red eyes... his warm lips. Everything. Everything just pops out of her head minute by minute. GET A GRIP WOMAN! HE'S YOUR FCKING KIDNAPPER! She covered her red face with her hands, pitying herself for having emotional conflicts... and that's when she noticed her finger that had a cut a while ago.

...it was gone with no trace.

"Where's the....?" She whispered to herself, scanning her fingers upclose. Even though it wasn't much, still, a closed wound should at least be visible. Yet...

Nothing.

By then, everything came back to her. Not just the Uchiha himself, but everything that happened in the other world. She remembered how these other two groups chased them and seem to know her with her last name. But most importantly, she remembered the hint that the Uchiha had given her. It was the reason why she was being chased after all.

She was told that she was the healer from the myth.

She couldn't believe it, it sounded like an underrated fictional story on an unvisited shelf from a library and that's probably the reason why she hadn't given it a thought yet until now. It sounded impossible. And the fact that she was home back in Kyoto made her think everything was back to normal... but no.

The Uchiha was still there.
He was there to remind her that it wasn't just a dream.. no, scratch that... it was more of a nightmare.

How would she prove that she isn't the person they were looking for? It was a question she kept in her mind, but many days had passed in the other world, it still wasn't answered.

Maybe she wasn't asking the correct question.
A cloud of thought commented.

How could she prove that she is the person they were looking for? The healer from the myth?

All alone in her apartment, she stood and headed to the kitchen, not bothering with switching the lights on. She was going to do something crazy. Utensils clang together as she opened its drawer, revealing the steels that glimmered through the moonlight.

She grabbed a knife and held it upclose as she went back to her bed. She could see her reflection clearly.

And she could imagine how crazy she could get with it... but not too crazy.

Her heartbeat was loud on her ears, beads of sweat was on her face and she was only staring at the knife.

She raised her other arm nervously, showing the white flawless skin by her wrist... Gathering her courage, determination.. she was ready.

It happened all so suddenly.

She used the knife to make a long cut on her skin below her wrist... and there was red.

Red stains on her bed sheets.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He suddenly appeared, gritting his teeth as he ran to her side. Quickly taking off his black shirt she bought for him, he used it to damp on the spilled blood on her arm. She was already crying, two waterfalls on the edge of her misty emeralds, somehow regretting what she had done.
"It hurts," She sobbed.
"Were you trying to kill yourself?!"
"No! I wasn't! And why-hic- are you shouting at me?! I'm already hurt!" She sobbed once more.