Sasuke Uchiha and I

Chapter 6 - Language Barrier Difficulties

Sasuke's P.O.V

I had to get up so stupidly early in the dang morning. Ugh. I had another meeting with the little brat to teach her to speak Japanese. I pulled on my clothes after a shower and headed out to meet her.

After a series of lefts and rights in the dark through the candle-lit corridors, I finally arrived at Winter's door.

I knocked as loud as possible. No answer. "Winter! Wake up!" I called in English.

Nothing.

Ugh, I decided I was a little early and so I headed back to my small room to prepare a lesson for her to learn. I had taught her how to speak lots of sentences in Japanese and hopefully, she can translate. After all, we did spend most of the day yesterday studying. What I noticed right away was how quick she was at learning. You could say something once and she would remember it, like an elephant.

No one can speak English around these parts. Everyone speaks Japanese, my mother could speak English though. She came from the island that Winter is from. My mother had a job there but she left and she met my dad. When Itachi and I were born, my mother would speak to us in English and my father would speak to me in Japanese.

My mother could speak Japanese of course, but she always told me that English, in these parts of the world, was a dying language. English felt sacred to me, and now I guess it is. The only people alive today that can speak English is Itachi, Winter, and I. But then again, Itachi is dead to me so really it is just Winter and me.

I smiled at the image of my mother and then pushed her to the back of my mind as I felt my heart squeeze in pain. It hurts too much. 

As I arrived back in my room I lay down some paper and started to draw up an outline of what I was going to teach her today. As I was thinking of yesterday I was reminded of training with her. She made fighting fun. I guess because I had never had a partner to fight with that was as strong as me, they took everything seriously in case I accidentally killed them. (It's happened before.) Winter is as good as me at sword fighting, I will give her that. Because of that we can fight for ages and never win or lose, it would have been boring but she made it fun. Made the fight a giant game.

Ugh. I really needed her to stop occupying my thoughts. I can't trust anyone, I have no friends. Friends are just ticking time bombs that haven't gone off yet.

I looked at my watch and sigh. I have to go deal with her for several hours, have trained with her and then go to bed. I hate my life.

When I arrived back at her room I knocked as loudly as possible and yelled in English, "Wake up Winter! I have to teach you Japanese remember?"

When there was no answer I pounded again, harder. Any harder and I would break the door down and she would have to fix it. On second thought, I flying kicked the door down and walked in, studying her empty bed.

She was gone.

Winter's P.O.V

I groggily tried to sit up, but I couldn't. I tried to move and I felt my body swaying. I was hanging over someone's shoulder.

"The girl is finally awake." A gruff man's voice sounded. Japanese.

My head stung as my memories came back from last night. I was kidnapped by two men from the Akatsuki. Whoever they were, it didn't sound good.

I lifted my elbow and pressed it into the man's back. My chin rested on my hand using the kidnapper as a vertical desk.

"Don't worry girl, we are nearly at the lair." The second man spoke. I only caught the word 'worry' so I did the only thing I could do. I started worrying. "Hidan, why did you take off the girl's binding on her hands?" I didn't even bother trying to translate that.