The lightest memories

12.The Third Reunion

Uzume had awaken to a ray of light. Her head was aching,her chest beating rapidly. Sat up and started to look around the room. It wasn't a genjutsu- Sasuke wasn't tricking her.She was in a hotel room. Her clothes clinched to her body,and her hair was untied and laid along her pillow.

"Uzume," she looked over to the door and saw it peered open. looking at her was Sasuke.His eyes were dark, and his face impassable. he had walked in and sat next to her on the bed.

She looked beautiful whenever she had awakened. he loves how her hair was shifted to the side of her face down her shoulder. His heart sung when her eyes finally looked at him,and he could see the hate in them. If he were younger,he would've wanted to see that hate in her. that was the hate Itachi would want to see,but he wanted to see it from him.

"I'm glad to see you're up. I was thinking Karin might have put a little too much into that pill." He said.

She didn't speak. Sasuke raised his hand and brung it to her hair. she caught onto his wrist and held in to it tightly. there-she saw the emptiness in his eyes. those dark eyes, darker than hell. than the abyss.

She let go of his hands and walked towards the bathroom. her eyes burning from the upcoming tears.  She closed tge door behind her and took her shower-scrubbing everything off her. The dirt,Sasuke's hands holding her,and his lips. Itachi's lips on her skin. she wanted every single thing gone.

"She hates me..." He says while looking around the room. his hands bruahing against everything she may have touched,that belonged to

her. Her set of kunai. her staff.  He paused at the picture of her team. She held an empathetic face. no emotion. no smile. nothing. She wasn't the same girl from before. When they were little,she loved everything.

Could Itachi really do something so... He began to, as he stared blankly at the picture of her hugging Shiro. Her dog. Her only friend. he loved her, and she to him. Sasuke's hands were shaking, when he saw the next picture. it was of him, when he was younger. She was standing next to Itachi's leg when he would always carry Sasuke home. The two would smile. She felt like she were close-but not that close to the boys. what ever thing they had,she never felt it,because she wasn't related to them. She will never be.

Sasuke sat the picture back on the desk and sat at the edge of the bed. he looked like he was thinking hard about things. But what?

when Uzume opened the door. She had seen Sasuke sitting there. his arms on the bend of his knees,and his head perked up and saw her in a towel. The two were staring at each other in silence,she caught the hint that he wasn't leaving. that was when she went back into the bathroom.

"Why act shy? I've seen everything before." He said in his normally confident tone. He was standing now,towering over her only by a number of inches. She turned her head away from him, and he smirked at it.  "You must really hate me. Tell me, do you hate me the way I hate him?"

Yes,Sasuke, you are-no far worse than what Itachi has done. She wanted to scream out to him. She wanted to gauge those beautiful dark eyes out of his socket. That was one thing she had loved about him. He was dark. a darkness that attracted the curiously innocent into its embrace. That's how he was. And she needed to get away from him.

"Answer me." His voice as escalating.  His hands holding her by her arms. Turning her around, she started into his eyes. Sharingan to Sharingan. her body was tense as he brushed her hair behind her ear.

"I don't want to see you hurt,you know that." He says with his lips touching her forehead. she flinched away from him and quickly moved away. looking for her clothes.