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I know you guys want me to follow up with the other story but please, PLEASE! Give me ideas, I have writers block with that story.

"Sakura, the door was open you know." I froze with my foot have in my room and the other dangling off the ledge. My mother was bracing her left arm against the door and she stared at me. My blood ran cold and sweat matted my hair to my forehead. I gave a self-conscious giggle as she looked levelly at me. I finally sighed and stepped all the way in.

"It's not as much fun as sneaking in" she gave me a hard look. There really isn't anything I could do, so I settled down for my punishment. But instead all I got was a sad glance and she walked back to her bedroom. I sighed again. This wasn't my night after all. I had gone out to walk in the park. That was all.

No wild parties.

No drugs.

No alcohol.

No teenage fun whatsoever.

I have the most exciting life don't I?. I got up and walked to my vanity, the powders and cases of makeup littered the top and I sat down on the plush seat. My reflection stared back at me.

Pale sea foam green eyes, ivory skin, full lips, and lustrous pink hair cascading down my back. I was unusual but I considered myself decent at least. I had a fit build, with deep curves. I wasn't thin and angular. Instead I was soft and more curved in places. I filled out more than people of my age. But them again not many people in Japan look the way I do.

My name is Sakura Haruno, 19 years old, a freshman in college and I'm a vampire. Or at least I think I am. My canine teeth are sharper than most peoples and slightly longer. I am not exactly normal. Not many people my age can control elements, read thoughts and fly. I never have told anyone either.

My boyfriend's name is Kiba, I met him 3 years ago. He's seen some of the things I can do. He hasn't actually seen me, but suspects it. I never have had the heart to tell him. And how things are going right now I don't think I will.

I laid down on my bed, it sunk under my weight and I curled into fetal position closing my eyes and hoping all my troubles would evaporate but I knew that when I woke up I would me in more trouble than before.

I wonder if my mom noticed the blood on my clothes.

The wailing of sirens woke me, I sat up startled as my dad almost broke down my bedroom door. He started to spout superfluous comments about how the police were here…looking for me.

I already knew.

He was startled when I stood and calmly walked past him and down the stairs. My mother and sister were screaming hysterically about how I was with them the whole night. I cut them of with a twitch of my hand.

"It was me" They handcuffed me.

In front of my family.

I didn't care.

I wanted them to see.

I wanted them to know I wasn't worth it.

It didn't work.

They shoved me into the car roughly, my head throbbed when it smacked against the roof. I slumped in my chair as they slammed the door. My family was crying and holding on to each other as they saw me be taken away.

I guess I forgot to tell you what I did.

Well, I killed someone.

I was with the wrong people at the wrong time and the man saw me do something I shouldn't do in front of others.

He saw me use my powers.

I went off, I couldn't control myself.

Next thing I know his head was being hit against the brick wall of the alleyway.

I remember nothing.

I deserved this.

I sat silently the whole way while the cops read me my rights. One of them I noticed had gravity-defying silver hair and a mask covering the bottom half of his face and the other had a long scar that ran across the bridge of his nose. The silver-haired one was named Hatake, Kakashi and the

other Iruka.

"….You are entitled to a lawyer-" I cut him off. "I have no money for an attorney." He glanced at me and finished his sentence." if you don't have one, one will be provided for you." I nodded. My mouth felt as if it was full of sand. I watched my hands curl and uncurl. The blood seemed to still gleam there even if I had washed it off hours ago. I had scrubbed till the skin had turned pink and raw. They stung where I had scrubbed to hard and the skin peeled of like skin of a prune. I shuddered.

"How old are you?"

" 19 " I answered solemnly. My voice sounded foreign and distant.

"Race?"

"Japanese-American"

"Natural hair color?" he grinned. I grumbled and glared.

"This is my natural hair color." I growled out. He seemed amused and turned away from me. I sat the rest of the way sulking and tired. My eyes drifted shut.

But not before I saw a young man standing outside of the park on my side of the car. He was beautiful. Dark locks, with piercing black eyes and a lean, fit body. He glared at the police car as it rounded the corner and he disappeared out of sight.

I wanted another look at him.

"Were here" the silver haired one, Kakashi, spoke in a merry voice. Almost as if I wasn't going to be convicted of murder but going to an amusement park.

When I glanced out of the window I saw we weren't at the police station.

We were at the deserted warehouse.

I gave them a weird look until one decided to answer. It was the one with the scar.

"We need to speak to you." he stated.

"your not the cops are you?" I ignored what he said.

"No we are not the police. But we are here to help you. There are some people who have been after you. You have noticed, have you not?" He said it as if this happened to every teenager on the face of the planet. So nonchalant and serene. I wanted to punch his face in.

"Who are you?" I demanded, my fire element already heating the metal around the cuffs on my wrists. They would leave painful welts but I didn't care. Kakashi glanced down at my hands and smirked. He pulled out what looked like a small diary key and pooped open the cuffs. The skin where they used to be was slightly red.

"No need to use your powers. We are not going to hurt you. We already said were here to help." The smirk pulled his lips until it was a full blown grin.

"How do you know about me?" My voice was escalating. The door was open yet I didn't seem to want to open it. I was compelled by these two strangers. I stayed put in my seat. My back ramrod straight against the cushions and I listened to what they told me. It wasn't much. And it wasn't something I needed to hear either.

"The people that are following you are not good. They will take any chance they have to take you. You must leave this town now. We will drop you off at the city border and you will find a destination suitable for you. Stop and talk to no one , unless to ask for directions. If they speak of taking you their themselves leave and don't look back. Is this clear?" I nodded my approval. It wasn't as if I meant to go skipping into my stalkers arms. He gave me a hard look.

"This is serious Haruno-sama." The look on his face was serious and it scared me. How much did these men know about me? How did they know me?

I decided I didn't want to know after all.

"I don't know what this is about I just want to get the hell out of here." I crossed my arms.

"Now." I added for emphasis.

They drove.

And I thought of the dark haired boy.

After several hours of driving the 'police' dropped me off at the city border and gave me a wad of cash. I bobbed my thanks and headed off into the sunset.

The sky was a bleeding oasis of hues. I watched the sun move across the sky and found this to be the only peaceful thing in my life right now. The only solid thing I knew. Even if it was constantly moving it happened every day and it was something I could count on. It may seem strange, even sound strange to me, but it was true.

It seemed like I walked for hours and my legs were aching. I was rounding a corner and I felt the temperature drop. It was winter and if I stayed out any longer I would freeze to death.

The motel looked nice and it stood next to a public bath and thrift store. The night was only $35.

I stayed.

The room was cozy enough. There was a T.V, a nightstand, a twin bed with white sheets and fluffy pillows, a grand bathroom and plush dark red carpet. It was tiny and comfortable. Just they way I liked it. For some reason large room where the walls are too spread apart frighten me. The feeling that at a moments notice I cant put my back to a wall if horrifying. I slipped inside the bathroom and turned the faucet on. Soon the walls and mirror were stained with steam. I inhaled and stripped off my clothes. They felt too tight and worn on my skin.

The hot water seared my flesh but in a good way. I felt the water allow me to manipulate it and I swirled it around me in an arc. It was circling my feet in fast movements. I spun it faster around my lower back where the pain was more intense. After a while I let the water rest and stepped out shutting it off. I heated my skin till all the water evaporated off and I controlled the air to soothe my raw flesh. The day seemed to rain on my parade I guess.

The day started out bad and now I'm in a strange city with nothing but the clothes I just took off.

I slipped on my underwear on again and grabbed the fluffy white robe that hung off the rack. It felt soft against my abused skin. I plopped unto the bed ready for a good nights rest.

It didn't come.

I just sat there wondering who the boy with the beautiful features was. I wasn't usually like this. I had a boyfriend and I didn't much flirt. I could I mean I have the skills but I didn't waste time with it. Me and Kiba have been together for so long that people didn't try to come between us anymore. We became- in a way- one person. When people referred to us they said Kiba and that automatically included me. I didn't mind it.

I have never felt the desire to cheat or look at other guys like most of my friends. They thought it was strange and weird. I found it completely normal.

But then again I wasn't normal.

The pillow was cold under my wet hair and I shivered. My cellphone lay on the nightstand, unmoving and silent. My hands itched to grab it. To call someone. Anyone.

Ino.

Hinata.

Tenten.

..Kiba.

I knew I couldn't though. Not until I figured out what was going on. The guys in the car had told me I was supposed to go w=somewhere and only talk to people if I needed directions. But the real question is..

Where am I going?

I had no clue as to where I was going. A glance out of the window told me I was in Hokkaido. I had a feeling that maybe I should be going somewhere like Kyoto or Tohoku. Those were far and I had a feeling I would be traveling a long time.

I finally decided to fall asleep and my dreams were restless. I kept dreaming of that strange boy, almost as if he was in the room.

In my dream he came in through the wall, which was strange since I was on the 4th floor and people couldn't do that. He stood over my bedside with an intense glare on his face. His eyes were narrowed and his mouth a thin line over pale skin. The dark hair stark around it. It was spiky in the back and his body was fit and perfect. I could tell because in this dream he was wearing low riding, dark wash jeans and a tight black sleeveless t-shirt. The muscles around his arms were as thick as rope and they flexed when he moved. The skin rippled over the hard muscle as he sat on the edge of the bed. His weight pressing down on the mattress and making me slide down on the soft material. He kept his eyes on me and I felt bare-naked- under his watchful stare.

I imagined kissing those lips and running my hands through those luscious strands of hair. I could, I mean it was my dream after all.

Abruptly he stood and walked through the wall again, the way he came in. I just sat there like a deer in headlights.

Maybe I was too stressed. I was having bizarre dreams about a man I didn't even know. Kiba would be disappointed.

Kiba….

I had to admit I was lucky. He had many girls after him. A sweet person with warm tones and handsome features. He was strong and head of the soccer team. A star in the academy and he was all mine. But it was weird to be honest. I hadn't even thought of him since I left. He must be worried sick about me. I haven't contacted him in any way or form.

Oh well, it's no use. This is a dream anyway. I'll soon wake up and find im back at home or at the park. I'll probably have a large bump on my head from a fall I took. This was all going to work out.

I was really dreaming if I thought that was going to happen.

It doesn't hurt to.

Yet.