Chapter 6
Sometimes, there are those who can feel her, thrumming in the darkness. They feel the pull of the line around their throats, the way the little, picturesque house on the edge of the civilian district feels more appealing than others, how sometimes, they catch a glimpse of red--or is it pink?--behind closed doors and drawn curtains.
A little blonde boy doesn’t always understand much, but he knows...that house...whatever is inside, is special.
The heir of the Uchiha Clan tilts his head curiously when his younger brother scampers along the brick road, eager to pass by an unseen route--one that has nothing particularly special on it.
The bond is alive, pulling and tugging and pushing.
She feels it, low in her stomach, throbbing under her skin.
They are hers and they are alive.