Two Loves, One Fate (Itachi & Sasuke Uchiha)

№.17 :: Confessing Sorrows

Chapter Seventeen 

Drawing in a deep breath, I pulled the bathroom door open with my bag in hand. I quickly stopped short, my bag falling out of my hand. Itachi was already lying on what I suppose was going to be his side of the bed and he was wearing pajama pants...only pajama pants. His chest was so tone that I couldn't control myself as my gaze wandered over his muscles. Then I saw that smirk crawl onto Itachi's face. That bastard! He knew I was staring and he just wanted to make me feel so horrible about myself. I crossed my arms over my chest, not too happy with what was going on. Itachi didn't sense me moving and he opened his eyes, mouth ready to say some demand. But he stopped short when he saw me. His eyes lingered over my entire length and even though I tried not to blush, I guess it was pretty obvious that I was embarrassed.

"Well, are you going to get in or what?" Itachi said, that annoyance that he had in his eyes earlier showing up again. Someone was being way too demanding. I left my bag wherever it fell and I slowly made my way to the other side of the bed. I laid down, making sure that there was as much distance between Itachi and myself. Itachi turned off the lamp on his bedside table and darkness conquered the room. I felt Itachi staring at my back for a while and I was too uncomfortable to fall asleep, so I just laid there, playing with the edges of my pillow. This was going to be a wonderful stay wasn't it? I sneaked a glance at Itachi and he was facing away from me and it seemed that he was asleep. I wasn't tired at all, which surprised me since I've been through so much in the past two days.

I was in a state of shock as I felt tears sting my eyes and felt them leak onto my cheeks. I stared at the ceiling, thinking about how my father was feeling, losing me for the second time in the last couple of weeks. I didn't care what I had to do, but I was going to get out no matter what. The tears were still streaming down my face since I couldn't hold back my emotions anymore. I didn't want to admit it but I was actually beginning to miss my kingdom, my home. It was time to put my plan into action. I looked over at Itachi and saw that he was asleep. A smile came upon my lips because he actually looked peaceful for once. I carefully sat up on the bed, trying to be swift so that Itachi didn't feel the motion of the bed. I slipped my legs over the side of the bed, feeling freedom so close to my fingertips. I was about to stand when I felt a hand clasp around my wrist. I froze, knowing what was going to happen.

"Where do you think you're going?" Itachi asked as I turned my head to face him. His blood red Sharingan eyes held anger in them as he continued to stare, his grip on my wrist tightening when I didn't respond. I just stared at him and for the first time in that day, I let my anger out as I ripped my hand out of his grasp and moved out of his reach. I was done with being the good hostage. Now I wanted what I wanted and that was my sweet freedom. Itachi stood up from the bed as I began to back up away from the bed. Itachi walked towards me, cornering me at the wall. With no mercy, he pinned me against the wall and I knew that I was screwed now that I got the first prodigy pissed off.

"That is really none of your concern; I've already told you and everyone in this god-forsaken organization that I'm not staying no matter what any of you tell me," I said, pure heat and anger filling my voice. Itachi just stared at me, his Sharingan eyes holding no emotion whatsoever. Slowly, Itachi backed away from me and before I could even celebrate, his hand found a grasp around my wrist once again. Itachi was leading me back over to the bed that I failed to escape from, and I began to struggle, trying to force my wrist out of his stronghold grip. I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to put down the pain that was flowing through my arm. I planted my feet on the ground, trying to force Itachi into using more strength to move me from my position. That attempt was worthless, just like every little feeble attempt that I've tried so far. "Itachi, let go of me now!"

It was the first time that I addressed Itachi by his name and it was a surprise when he heard his name escape my lips. He looked at me over his shoulder, but my demand went ignored. Itachi acted like he didn't hear the last statement that I said as he continued to keep a tight grip on my wrist. Anger flooded inside of me as I continued to struggle, getting pissed that I was being ignored so easily. I've never been treated like this in my entire sixteen years and it was something that I didn't want to get use to. I tried to loosen Itachi's grip on my wrist, but it was impossible for me to get myself freed. I was getting nowhere with my attempts and there was no chance in hell that Itachi was just going to let go off me without restraining in some way. There was an easier way of escaping, but it was going to take a massive amount of my chakra to accomplish. It seemed that Itachi could read me like an open book because the moment that I brought my free hand up into a seal, he looked back, not expecting me to disappear on the spot.