I'm Your Bet To Lose
Disclaimer: I disclaim it all. So just leave me the hell alone.
Prologue: The Hunter; The Hunted
Funny, isn't it?
How one day you're the leader of your own little world. Where you and only you has the power to do whatever.
But someone always comes along. Someone smarter, quicker and... naive.
This is how it happened.
My destruction. Her growth.
He was looking at her, of that she was sure. He'd been looking at her all day actually, and even when she caught his stare, not once did he glance away.
Now she was walking home, her stalker just mere steps behind. She turned on a street, which was less crowded.
"If you're going to stalk me, you could at least be secretive about it."
She spun around unexpetedly, finding him to be right infront of her.
He did not speak, just extend his hand.
He was holding a lavender book.
She gasped and snatched it from his hands, checking the lock to see if it was broken into. It wasn't.
He turned to leave, but she caught his shirt sleeve. "A-no...wait...thank you for giving it back, a-and not reading it or anything."
He nodded and kept on walking, not once glancing back.
She slipped the key off her neck and resumed walking, opening her beloved diary in the process.
No, he didn't even force th---
She stopped when her eyes fell on the last page, it was written on, but that was definately not her hand writing.
I'm sorry, you may be mad, -and most definately are- but I hope it makes you feel at ease to know that what I've read will not be shared with anyone.
Again, I apologize, but I couldn't help myself. You have always been the quiet one in class, I just wanted to know more about you.
You are in every right to slap me next time you see me, I won't even defend myself. -S.U.
She couldn't believe her eyes.
He really read my diary...every single thought, every emotion I've felt, he knows.
She stopped and looked up, only to realize she was in a deserted park. She walked over to a bench and sat down, it wasn't everyday a complete stranger reads your most personal thoughts.
But is he really a stranger ...?
"All I know is his name..."
She whispered quietly to herself, suddenly feeling oddly violated.
"You can know more about me if you just give me a chance." She looked up, only to find the 'thought rapist' right behind her.
"What's there to now? That you don't have any respect for privacy?"
He jumped over the bench and sat right next to her, shoulders barely touching.
She didn't even turn to look at him.
"You're wrong...if there's something I treasure is privacy."
She snorted rudely,"oh sure...actions speak louder than words hotshot."
He smirked, "why do you lie about who you are? In reality you're this deep person with great opinions, but then you act like if you were so shy and quiet...why?"
She hugged herself.
"People already find me weird, and if they know me who I really am...believe me..."
He glanced at her through the corner of his eye.
"Try me. Half if not all of the people who claim to know me, know absolutely nothing about who I truly am...yet---in your entries, you define people for who they are, not do nor say."
Hinata bit her lip.
"Just like I thought...you're dying to be heard."
Sasuke frowned, "not heard...understood."
She rose from the bench, stuffing the lavender book in her bag, "that's good to know. Thanks again for returning my journal."
He watched as she turned around, a pleasant smile as the wind ruffled her hair.
Standing up he stretched; part one is set in motion. Now for part two.
As he began to make his way towards the main busy road he smirked.
This is going to be easier than I thought.
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A/N: It's alright. Kill me. I allow you to shoot me! -cowers in a corner-
I'm sorry, but I'm weak! I thought you'd know that by now! I can't resist ideas once they sprout in my head!
This actually used to be a one-shot called 'Thought Rapist' It's way different now!
Thanks for reading, please don't kill me!! TT0TT ..oh and review!