Empty Eyes: Book 1

Chapter 8

Sleeping in the same room as an obviously pissed off Uchiha prince was...uncomfortable to put it lightly. Not only did he ignore me after I finished bandaging myself up and exited the bathroom, but he even slept with his back turned to me all night long.

It was hard to fall asleep, and when I did, it was hard to stay asleep. Morning came too soon and a sliver of sunshine peeked past the thick black curtain to land, you guessed it, right on my face.

I woke up with a groan, rubbing my face with my good hand and suffering from a serious headache. I froze mid-yawn when I realized I didn't feel even an ounce of discomfort from my injuries and dropped the hand on my face so I could look at the one I'd sliced last night. When I'd gone to sleep, it was heavily bandaged and still bleeding to the point that I was worried I'd need stitches, but now there was just an angry red line looking up at me. When I looked further up to check on my arm, it was in a similar state of healing.

A wave of paranoia came over me and I shifted to sit up quickly, frowning when my headache started to ring in my ears, but I ignored it. Things just aren't making sense anymore. When I woke up after being attacked the first time, there wasn't so much as a scratch to commemorate the injury that'd been on my neck so I'd brushed it off as maybe being a terrible dream. For it to happen two times in a row, though, I can't just ignore it! How am I healing like this?

I looked past my arm to see that the large bed was empty, but I could hear water running in the ensuite so I knew Sasuke was nearby. My mouth formed a confused frown as I stretched my arms above my head. I wonder why I didn't have a mark left on me the first time and then this time there are still marks where my injuries had been.

With a shake of my head, I rose from the sofa and crossed the room so I could sort through the two drawers that Sasuke had allotted me in his dresser. I finally realized that I can't let my thoughts fester on these things anymore because all it's doing is wearing me down and making me feel sick with anxiety.

After dressing, I combed my hair with my fingers before weaving it into a loose braid and letting it fall over my shoulder. I'm sure I have a massive bloody mess to clean up in the hall and down the stairs. A part of me felt like I'd stopped taking the danger I was in seriously after last night, but another part of me just didn't care anymore.

After going through not one but two bloody assaults, what else am I supposed to do? I can't just cower in Sasuke's room for three months. The chance of me surviving that long is low, so I might as well try and figure out if it really is Itachi attacking me or if something else altogether is going on. I can't take my mind off it. I need to know before it's too late.

My first attempt at approaching Mikoto had been a total and utter flop, so I had to be more detailed in the planning for attempt number two. I couldn't decide between Madara or just trying Mikoto again. It'll probably be Madara since he's the only one who I think would actually answer me, whether it be with an honest answer or him telling me he isn't able to help me.

I heard the familiar rumble of Sasuke's moody voice from behind the thick bathroom door, "Don't leave the room."

Over the past few nights, Sasuke'd opened up ever so slightly when it was just the two of us, especially after our odd conversation the first night. His voice now, though, was as cold and unemotional as it had been the day we'd met.

I let my forehead gently sit against the door of the exit and gently thumped it there a few times. He's not going to let me out of his sight now. Not only that, but things are going to be even more awkward because he's mad at me for some reason. I glanced over at the bathroom door as he opened it and shot me a glare.