ShatteredDreams2

There was a beating in my heart that sent my brain into a frenzied confusion and curiosity. I simply couldn't wait for it anymore. I leapt out of my bedroom window, and landed safely on the carpet like lawn. I crouched low, and hoped to dear god I didn't startle Sasuke. I looked over my shoulder to see him still perched on the sofa, facing away from me. I breathed in, and out, and readied myself for the sprint. One… Two… Three… Go! I jumped from my position and into the open path which lead to the pearly white gates which marked this place official property of the Uchiha family. My trembling fingers tackled the gat

Amiya's POV Madara continued to spew out his unhappiness at me whilst glaring threateningly "How many times do I have to tell you. I don't want you to see that twit again!" I only proceed to ignore his poisonous words. Staring into the ground I followed the cracks with my eyes. It wasn't that I was scared to meet his gaze, just that I wasn't going to acknowledge his words. "Don't you dare let me see you with that Uzumaki bastard again Amiya! You're part of the Uchiha family now, and I refuse to tolerate something as despicable as this!" His anger only seemed to rise when I ignored him once again. Out of the corners of my eyes, I sa

like, when she stops hating sasuke. sasuke probs should do something to make her realise she doesnt hate him that much. oh and Patiently, I waited until there was a click of a door which signaled that Sasuke had left the house. I grinned to myself as I snuck downstairs. It wasn't going to be much, but there was going to be vengeance. I cackled evilly to myself as I snuck to the washing machine which rumbled away at its job. I shuffled through the contents, and assured myself that they were Sasuke's clothes. I hauled out a few of his parents and mine then tipped half the bottle of bleach into the machine; and it was quite a big bottle.

With a sigh I shook away the grogginess on sleep as I walked down to my parent's house. It was, easier to go there for breakfast, since they always seemed to have everything in stock. Usually, that girl who's engaged to Sasuke's is there too. I guess I should be thanking some god that my parents finally gave up trying to find me a bride. Maybe it's because of my introvert nature that I do not socialize so much. Being a casino owner' son, I feel that, well, everything is a sort of… lie. You can bluff your way through many things. It's simply easier to, pretend your happy than to explain why you aren't happy. As I approached the

The next day I struggled to not laugh at Sasuke's hair, which was now gleaming a shade of pretty violet under the sunlight. A frown was on his face, like it was carved into wood, and refused to budge. "Oh, good morning Sasuke," I giggled, as I sat across from him at the table. I don't think his parents saw it. But then, they were old, and wouldn't notice it too much unless he stood under direct light. Which I assumed he wouldn't, with his supreme ego and all. Arrogent bastard, teach him to mess with me. He grunted at me, and glared as I waved with a huge smile on. I decided to engage him in some conversation, which would irritate him

As I lay in bed, tossing and turning I schemed. A way to bring that argent brat down. He was so up himself. There was no way I was going to become some sort of property of anyone. I was free, and I would remain free. No one would control me anytime soon. Tomorrow, tomorrow I would do something… I woke up early, pumped, and ready for battle. Walking down to the breakfast table I noticed Itachi was not sitting there. Instead, Sasuke was. "Morning," I said, out of politeness. "…Morning," he mumbled in return. After warming a cup of milk, I sat opposite of him. He was seemingly absorbed in a book, or just ignoring me. But, wh

Jumping up, I waved a quick goodbye to Naruto and sprinted off. "Bye!" I had fallen asleep, and it was already nearing dusk, maybe around 5:00? They would be expecting her soon. Oh, id she didn't hurry, Sasuke's parents would be back. You see, they don't do night shifts and stuff, they've hired their older son Itachi, and a few other relatives. I pumped my legs, forgetting all about of new found 'status'. I rushed through the door, and then reminded myself I was supposed to be 'sneaky'. Closing the door softly, I sneaked a looked into the dining room. No one, although the aroma of exquisite dishes wafted in my direction. Good, I mad