While investigating a terrible incident, Minako becomes Soulbound to Sasuke Uchiha because of an ancient spell.
𝙊𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙒𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙥𝙖𝙙 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨:
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"Sasuke." I gasp for air and call out to him while he kneels to my side.
Sasuke seems to be fine from the look of him. His clothes aren't tattered. Aside from the beads of sweat on his face and his bloody right hand, he doesn't seem to have been outwardly hurt. The edges of that ghastly poncho seem to be terribly soiled by dirt; there's also a dab of blood smeared over it. But other than that, one wouldn't know he'd been fighting from the look of him.
"Are you alright?" He asks me and I almost laugh at the sound of his question. I'm in pain. I'm bleeding from my shoulder. Pointed edges of the wooden fence are still poking on my back. I'm drenched all over like that girl in one of Omoi's favorite horror movies who gets pranked with a bucket of pig's blood. And Sasuke's still asking if I'm alright? How obtuse can he possibly be?
"Just perfect. I'm peachy," I manage to respond sarcastically, "How about you?"
Sasuke smirks at my answer and stands up. He reaches out his bloody hand to me and I reluctantly accept his assistance. Sasuke's rough palm presses against mine as I grasp his hand. Effortlessly, he forcibly pulls me up with a single yank and somehow I manage to land on my feet.
"Thanks," I weakly mutter as Sasuke lets go of me. I wipe the blood off my soaked hair and my face with my right hand. "But just so you know, I would have pulled that monster off of me eventually."
"Hn." Sasuke's dark eyes peer at me and he purses his lips. Taking off his soiled poncho, he hands it to me. I raise an eyebrow at Sasuke, unsure what to make of his gesture.
"Dry yourself off." He explains.
Groaning, I take his poncho and wipe my face and my limbs with the woolen cloth. Sasuke's poncho is dirty. It's an unsightly thing to behold. A clear fashion don't.
But I can't afford to be picky. I'm a slimy, droopy mess at the moment. The monster's dried blood is caking on my lips. And ugh that stench... that ungodly smell of what seems like decaying fish entrails from a wet market clings on my blood-soaked outfit. It's nauseating. It's just-
