Actually, the rating should be R but not until the last chapter. So I hope you won’t get mad at me for not giving out an early warning.

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By The Window

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I had no idea how long we stood there facing and looking at each other.

He was no longer smiling, of course. The smile had been short-lived. But no matter how small and brief it was, it was there.

It happened.

He had smiled.

At me, no less.

“What are you doing here?”

His deep voice cut through the air like butter.

I stared at him, a bit surprised that he was talking to me.

That day had been getting weirder and weirder.

He wasn’t the type of people who would casually ask someone about their business. He was the type of person who would avoid human contact at all cost. Remain detached from the rest of the world, too wrapped up in his own space and time.

Not unlike me.

He quirked an eyebrow, expecting me to answer him like a normal person would when asked.

But I wasn’t normal. Not to me, I don’t think.

I had always felt alienated from everyone else. I could never fit in. It was as if I was never meant to be.

I don’t normally talk to people.

When people greet me I would nod my head slightly in acknowledgement.

When people apologized, thanked or even congratulated me, I would still only nod my head and just maybe smiled a little to show gratitude.

And when people ask me questions, unless it was something really important, I seldom answered back.

I didn’t understand why I acted the way I did. But I was born this way. Hyuugas were born this way.

But this time, I just knew that I had to answer him.

If I didn’t, I just knew he would never talk to me again. It was something I never knew I feared the most.

It was strange. To fear such a thing.

I had never talked to him before, and I was still living a relatively peaceful life. Why did that have to change now?

Looking at me, he walked to my table and put his hand inside the drawer before taking out a stack of papers attached together with a ring. Holding it out, he swung it left and right slightly in front of him.

“This?”

I nodded stiffly, stupefied by his more-social-than-normal behavior.

“Yes,”

I was startled as the word escaped my lips. I wasn’t intending to answer him even though I wanted to.

But the second his lips smiled that gorgeous lopsided smile again, I thought that answering him was the best thing I had ever done.

“Come here,”

I was like in a trance. Like a helpless little mouse transfixed in the melodious music the pipette player played, I dazedly walked to where he was standing.

When I extended my hand to take the papers, he grabbed my wrist and held it firmly. Gasping, I stared at him with my enlarged white eyes, confusion dancing in my head.

“Wha-”

“Shhh,”

He flung the papers aside and pulled my wrist towards him forcefully. I didn’t have time to resist or maybe I didn’t want to. When my body slammed into his, I could hear the papers fluttered in the air and landed on the floor in a heap.

I should be mad at him for ruining my assignment papers. I should push him away and slap his face so hard there would be my hand print on his pale cheeks. I should quickly collect the papers and get out of the classroom immediately, going home before it got too dark outside.

But I didn’t do any of that.

I didn’t feel mad at him, I was captivated.

I didn’t push him away, I clung to him.

I didn’t collect the papers and escape, I ignored it and stayed in his arms.

I wasn’t acting at all like how I should be.

In the presence of this boy, I changed.

In the arms of this boy, I felt like I needed this change.

And only in the company of this boy, would I let myself act differently.

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On that exact moment I felt myself wondering, what exactly was on his mind.

As his hold on my waist tightened, he breathed in my scent and murmured incoherent words into my ears. My face felt indescribably hot and I couldn’t breathe properly. He kept on breathing me in, desperate and eager, not willing to let go.

Clutching on the front of his shirt, I struggled to regain my breath as I strained my ears to make out the words he couldn’t quite stop whispering.

I need to hear.

I need to know.

I need to understand.

And when my nerves had calmed, and my face cooled down, I heard the barest of a whisper, floating from his delicate lips, into my awaiting ears. Sasuke…

“…so lonely,”

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And so I stood there, in the arms of this mysterious boy, wondering, if this was going to be the start of a friendship I didn’t know I was hoping for.

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The end.

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Just joking.

To be continued…

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Even I don't know why the title is By The Window. I wonder...

Also, read the story The Denial Twist by P0g0Stick. A really really awesome SasuHina.