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The Color of Blood is So Beautiful
Chapter Warnings: Lots of Strong Language, confussing dream jumping, a small, slightly detailed lemon(Yes I snuck one in there for ya'll), and the customary Angst that goes with every chapter. Oh and anything I may have forgotten. ^^
Author Note: Wow that took a little longer than I thought it would. Whoot! Longest chapter by far, Eight pages, word count at 2,816! Anyway the plot is starting to thinken, I think. Hopefully I don't confuse you to much at the beginning. Just so you guys know this chapter starts out inside Sam's dreams! Whoo hoo!
Chapter signs: ////// = dream jumping(where I take you from one moment in time of the dream to another moment in time in quick procession.)
Chapter Four: The Color of Blood is So Beautiful
He stands looking out on Konohagakura his heart full of joy. It always gave him a sense of peace to stand up on Hokage mountain. Watching those he had fought to protect countless times carry on with their lives. It made him proud to be a ninja, to be a man, ro be living, to be the Seventh Hokage. He looks over to watch the sun set and a cool breeze rustles his cloths and hair carrying with it the sent of sun toasted sand. His smile softens to one of contentment as the realization that his lover had come. Turning he looks upon the man that had always been right there by his side over the years. He was so beautiful.
"You came." He whispers holding out his hand to the man.
A nod, his lover was always so quiet, so serious, a perfect balance to his out going boisterous attitude. The other man takes his hand and the smooth elegant fingers send tingles up his arm.
"I'm so glad." He says pulling him close.
Foreheads touch together and they stand there, eyes closed, just enjoying the wholeness they have when they are with one another. The two glad to have one another, to have someone understand them so completely, to have someone to love. He brushes his thumb pad over a soft cheek and his grin appears on his face again.
"I love you Ga-"
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He's running, and he glances over to see Sasuke is there. What just happened? His mind doesn’t quiet understand what has happened. Wasn't he just, just... what was he just? His thoughts dial out of whatever he had been thinking about just then. Focus he berates himself when Sasuke yells at him for being a moron.
Damn it he fucked up again, or the bastard wouldn’t be yelling at him more. He shoots the man a glare before staring ahead at the opponent.
"Up yours Bastard!" He yells back.
He’s repaid with a sneer, they glare at one another, and he’s about to say something more but an attack his thrown their way. They jump out of the way when the ground starts to break up and fly at their faces. Fuck that was close, he thinks as he pulls out a kunai.
They can bitch at each other later, there was shit that had to be done, and he’d be damned if Sasuke got the fucking credit again.
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"Oh Naruto. I'm glad you finally found it." His best gal pal commented while fixing his white robe collar.
His eyes focused on the mirror image of himself, as he felt dizzy. Wow what was going on here? It felt as if he ad just slammed into this moment out of nowhere. He placed a hand on the mirror to steady himself and the pink haired woman frowned.
"Naruto?" She questioned concerned.
He shakes his head and grins at her in the mirror. It had only been that moment and now he felt good. He straightens the white sleeves of his ceremonial robes almost unable to believe that he was about to joined forever with the man he loved.
"Me too Sakura-chan, I‘m finally getting my family." He finally comments back to her first few words.
She’s about to say something more but a nock at the door interrupts them. He finds his heart speeding up and skipping beats here and there as he registers the chakra signature. The door begins to open and he turns...
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"Sasuke!” He yells out to the man a few feet away from him. “
“What is wrong with you? Why are you doing this?" Sakura calls out shortly after him.
Sasuke simply glares at him.
"How,” Sasuke begins his hands starting to shake. “HOW is it that you keep up with me you fucking LOOSER!"
"Sasuke-" Their former sensei calls out his one eye serious.
They all turn to look at Kakashi who takes a step forward to put himself between the blond and Sasuke.
"What is it with you and your superiority complex? Naruto has done all this for you." He says the raven haired nin.
Sasuke's eyes zero in on his former teacher his face contorting into a sneer.
"I don't need it." He growls.
"SASUKE-KUN!" Sakura runs towards him her eyes filled with tears.
Throws her fist towards him, he dodges the hit of the gloved hand but the wave of chakra around her fist gets him only to send Sasuke flying back into a rock. The raven haired man hadn’t expected Sakura to have that kind of power and now he was highly pissed.
"Dammit" Sasuke growls his eyes switching to red.
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He’s panting, it's dark, and he's above someone. His hands drag down the sides of a well toned torso and he moans at the feel of the slick smooth skin.
“Naruto,” the other moans.
He’s so close, so close he can feel it about to burst. The tightening in his groin, the butterflies in his stomach, and the sounds his lover makes all bringing him to this moment. Hands drag down his back sending shivers of warmth over his body.
“God you feel so good…” He groans out his eyes tightly closed.
Fingers tangle in his blond hair pulling him down for a kiss and tongues intertwine together as his orgasm racks his body. His lover follows closely behind, his back arching up off the bed, his neck fully exposed.
“Naru!” His lover cries out and the sound makes him shiver.
They lay there awhile in the after math of their lover making, and slowly he props himself up on his elbows to look at his lover. His hands brush over flushed cheeks up into the hair.
His vision starts to blur fading around the corners.
“I love you.” He hears himself say, but it sounds far away as if from down a long hallway.
“Me too.” comes the murmur as if through a static fuzzed radio station.
He looks up but it’s black, he can’t see anything anymore.
“Stay…. Me…. ver…. ara” He hears himself say but it’s so far away, like a secret whisper and he’s only catching small syllables.
Wait who, who are you? What is this? He reaches forward to grasp onto the vision. Grasp on to the conversation he’s already starting to forget. Grasp onto the person that had been below him...
Wait, please… who….
*****
Sam falls out of bed reaching his arms out to far chasing after the fading dream and his body follows them along. A load crash is head as his body connect with the hard wood floor.
“Fuck,” he groans out.
He sits up trying to keep a hold of the tendrils of his dream. But they slip through his mental fingers like slivers of wet soap. Nothing, not even an inkling of who that might have been. Or what it had even been about anymore.
"DAMMIT!" he yells slamming his fists on the floor.
Reaching out to the side table he grabs his glasses and them on his face. Looking up his eyes come into contact with his black cat looking at him like he's a complete moron. He childishly sticks his tongue out at the damnable thing and starts to untangle himself from the sheets.
"Yeah, I know," he grumbles irritated. “But not all of us can be fucking perfect like you ya bastard.” He finishes scratching the cat between the ears.
He stands up, and though the cat acts like his petting it is unwanted and unneeded he purrs just the same and then follows him into the kitchen. Twitching his tail with his head held high just like any aristocrat would do in a procession amongst their commoners.
"Neh, what would you like today Prince Uchiha? Chicken, salmon, beef, maybe even some lamb?" He asks his companion as the cat jumps up onto the counter.
The cat looks at him as if he should know this answer, and he does. Opening the can of Salmon and spooning some into a glass dish for the cat Sam contemplates the missing parts of his dream. Hm... why couldn't he remember his dreams? Well, parts of it anyway. He thought while he placed his elbows on the counter and rested his face in his upturned palms.
It was important he knew, but he just couldn't ever remember it once he was awake. He sighed. It had been happening a lot as of late. Waking up remembering everything else, but… but what? Fuck he couldn’t remember, but something tugged at his heart and it drove him crazy not to know why.
Sam sighed again and stood up straight stroking the fur along the back of his cat.
“Best get ready for another long day.” He told his cat who looked at him irritated.
“Love you to you miserable cat.” He replied as he walked away.
******
The driver is talked to him avidly about his sister's new baby boy and Sam smiled at him only partially paying attention to distracted to fully listen. When the man stops talking, Sam realizes he’s awaiting some sort of comment and he races to recall what the man had been saying.
“Well send her my congratulations will you? A child’s birth his a very important milestone in anyone’s life.” He finally answers with a small smile.
Something bright catches his attention in his peripheral vision as the man starts to talk again. Sam’s heart hits his throat and his lungs close in on themselves momentarily.
“STOP!” He cries out and the man pulls over to the side of the road.
Yanking his door open once stopped he steps out of the limo quickly. What was it that had his head frantic and his heart stopping in his chest? His eyes scan over the surrounding and he frowns. Whatever it was it was gone now and nothing was registering as important.
Dammit what was that just about? What color had it been? He growls and gets back in slamming the car door.
"Sir?" Alcon asks.
"I thought I saw somethin important." He rattles off glaring out the window, his hands fisted on his knees.
The driver nods knowing it's not his place to ask and pulls back into traffic. The conversation doesn’t pick back up, the man deciding it would be best to give his employer some time to think about whatever it was that had just happened. Sam is thankful knowing that he would probably snap at the guy just because he was there and he was irritated about what had just happened to him.
What was that just now? He asks himself as he raises his hand to his chest as it gives a painful tug on his insides.
What the fuck is going on?
*******
Once arriving at the hotel and on the right floor, he walks towards his office his mind a hundred million miles away. Thinking about what he planned on doing today he passes by a woman walking by in a red dress and his heart gives an irregular beat in his chest. He turns to stare after her. Does he know her? Why is he drawn to her so? What the hell was going on with him? He was sure he had never seen her before, and though he was drawn to her, it wasn’t really her. But if so, then what the fuck was it about her?
Finally getting bumped by people rushing so fast they don't even realize who they've bumped into Sam decides its best to just let it drop. He swallows around a lump in his throat and continues to his office. He must be starting to loose it again that was the only explanation for this strange behavior.
*****
There’s a knock on his door and he jumps snapping out of his thoughts to realize he had been stopped in the middle of the letter n for about a half hour. Jesus fucking Christ he swore inside his head blinking trying to clear his thoughts. What was going on with him today? First the limo incident, then the lady in the red dress, and now this.
Shaking his and clearing his throat he calls out, “come in.”
Someone enters his office and sits down in front of his desk and patiently waits for his full attention. Sam looks up and he finds himself unable to breath his eyes widening as once again his heart starts beat erratically. Red hair, long red hair, but red hair all was the more important detail that registers in his mind.
She stares back at him as if she wants to cry, startled by his staring. Sam shakes his head and plasters on a shaky smile that he hopes is reassuring.
“I, uh apologize. You’re hair, it reminds me of my cousin you see. It just dawned on me I should call her.” He lies.
A look a relief settles over her features and she relaxes into her chair. “Oh, I see.”
In truth he's completely confused, red seems to be popping up everywhere as if to tell him something. Yet he can't figure it out.
“So what can I do for you?” He asks her.
“Well I was hoping-” she starts.
He stops fully paying attention his mind racing in a panic. After this he would call his therapist, this couldn’t be good for him. He just had to call Sarah Sam knew he wouldn't be able to make through the rest of the day crazy shit kept happening all day long.
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“Red?” She questions.
“Red.” He answers.
“That’s odd, I wonder why your mind is focusing in on that color specifically.”
“That’s not the only thing.” he explains to her.
“Oh, what else?” she replies concerned.
“I’m having these dreams.”
“Tell me about them.”
“That’s just it! I can’t fucking remember them.” he exclaims agitated.
“None of it?”
“No, and I just feel like it’s important. That I need to remember them, but the harder I try the worse it is.”
“Well can you remember the feelings from the dreams You aren’t recalling?” She asks.
He pauses, and although he’s a grown man a blush rises to his face. “I, I think they’re sexual in nature.”
She sits back in her chair. “Sexual you say. Why sexual?”
Sam coughs, “I uh,” clearing his throat again he continues. “Sometimes I wake up and I have an erection.”
Her eyes widen her brows rising to her hairline. “Really.”
“Or, er, my boxers are wet.” He adds keeping his eyes on his hands feeling mortified to admit these things out loud.
She bites her lip and brings her hand up to her face to hide her smile, and coughs to cover a sudden laugh that tries to bubble out.
“Well, I’m not sure what to tell you here Sam. It’s not unusual for a man to have sexual dreams and have those sorts of things happen to them.” She pauses, “What’s unusual this focus on the color red.”
He nods still not ready to meet her eye.
“I’m not sure what to do to help you either.” She tsks, “Until you can remember what this is all about there’s not a whole lot I can do for you.”
He finally looks up and over at her and she smiles.
“But if you start to feel overly stressed over anything, any anxiety of any sort you need to give me a call.”
“Alright.” He answers standing up.
She stand up as well, they shake hands and he leaves her office. What the hell was going on with him? Not even his shrink could really figure it out. He looks up and stops short as he almost runs into a younger girl.
“Uh Sorry.” He says to her.
She shakes her head in the negative and gives a strained smile as if her face has never made the gesture before. He side steps to let her pass and as she does a strange smell enters his senses. Sand? No more dry, almost toasted….. The thought leaves him as quickly as the smell and he looks after her.
Black hair, bunched at the nape of the neck and pulled over her right shoulder. Someone calls out to her and she glances back her eyes green. Hm, beautiful eyes, but the color doesn’t really come with black hair. He turns stuffing his hands into his pockets, her hair must be died or she’s wearing contacts. Most kids these days did those sorts of things.
Walking out into the brisk air of the city he made his way to her personal car, his chest heavy. Something was happening to him, but he wasn’t sure what. Sam only hoped it was for the better, and not for worse.
~TBC~
Expected Next Update: Probably monday or tuesday of next week. ^^
Author Note: Wow that took a little longer than I thought it would. Whoot! Longest chapter by far, Eight pages, word count at 2,816! Anyway the plot is starting to thinken, I think. Hopefully I don't confuse you to much at the beginning. Just so you guys know this chapter starts out inside Sam's dreams! Whoo hoo!
Chapter signs: ////// = dream jumping(where I take you from one moment in time of the dream to another moment in time in quick procession.)
He stands looking out on Konohagakura his heart full of joy. It always gave him a sense of peace to stand up on Hokage mountain. Watching those he had fought to protect countless times carry on with their lives. It made him proud to be a ninja, to be a man, ro be living, to be the Seventh Hokage. He looks over to watch the sun set and a cool breeze rustles his cloths and hair carrying with it the sent of sun toasted sand. His smile softens to one of contentment as the realization that his lover had come. Turning he looks upon the man that had always been right there by his side over the years. He was so beautiful.
"You came." He whispers holding out his hand to the man.
A nod, his lover was always so quiet, so serious, a perfect balance to his out going boisterous attitude. The other man takes his hand and the smooth elegant fingers send tingles up his arm.
"I'm so glad." He says pulling him close.
Foreheads touch together and they stand there, eyes closed, just enjoying the wholeness they have when they are with one another. The two glad to have one another, to have someone understand them so completely, to have someone to love. He brushes his thumb pad over a soft cheek and his grin appears on his face again.
"I love you Ga-"
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He's running, and he glances over to see Sasuke is there. What just happened? His mind doesn’t quiet understand what has happened. Wasn't he just, just... what was he just? His thoughts dial out of whatever he had been thinking about just then. Focus he berates himself when Sasuke yells at him for being a moron.
Damn it he fucked up again, or the bastard wouldn’t be yelling at him more. He shoots the man a glare before staring ahead at the opponent.
"Up yours Bastard!" He yells back.
He’s repaid with a sneer, they glare at one another, and he’s about to say something more but an attack his thrown their way. They jump out of the way when the ground starts to break up and fly at their faces. Fuck that was close, he thinks as he pulls out a kunai.
They can bitch at each other later, there was shit that had to be done, and he’d be damned if Sasuke got the fucking credit again.
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"Oh Naruto. I'm glad you finally found it." His best gal pal commented while fixing his white robe collar.
His eyes focused on the mirror image of himself, as he felt dizzy. Wow what was going on here? It felt as if he ad just slammed into this moment out of nowhere. He placed a hand on the mirror to steady himself and the pink haired woman frowned.
"Naruto?" She questioned concerned.
He shakes his head and grins at her in the mirror. It had only been that moment and now he felt good. He straightens the white sleeves of his ceremonial robes almost unable to believe that he was about to joined forever with the man he loved.
"Me too Sakura-chan, I‘m finally getting my family." He finally comments back to her first few words.
She’s about to say something more but a nock at the door interrupts them. He finds his heart speeding up and skipping beats here and there as he registers the chakra signature. The door begins to open and he turns...
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"Sasuke!” He yells out to the man a few feet away from him. “
“What is wrong with you? Why are you doing this?" Sakura calls out shortly after him.
Sasuke simply glares at him.
"How,” Sasuke begins his hands starting to shake. “HOW is it that you keep up with me you fucking LOOSER!"
"Sasuke-" Their former sensei calls out his one eye serious.
They all turn to look at Kakashi who takes a step forward to put himself between the blond and Sasuke.
"What is it with you and your superiority complex? Naruto has done all this for you." He says the raven haired nin.
Sasuke's eyes zero in on his former teacher his face contorting into a sneer.
"I don't need it." He growls.
"SASUKE-KUN!" Sakura runs towards him her eyes filled with tears.
Throws her fist towards him, he dodges the hit of the gloved hand but the wave of chakra around her fist gets him only to send Sasuke flying back into a rock. The raven haired man hadn’t expected Sakura to have that kind of power and now he was highly pissed.
"Dammit" Sasuke growls his eyes switching to red.
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He’s panting, it's dark, and he's above someone. His hands drag down the sides of a well toned torso and he moans at the feel of the slick smooth skin.
“Naruto,” the other moans.
He’s so close, so close he can feel it about to burst. The tightening in his groin, the butterflies in his stomach, and the sounds his lover makes all bringing him to this moment. Hands drag down his back sending shivers of warmth over his body.
“God you feel so good…” He groans out his eyes tightly closed.
Fingers tangle in his blond hair pulling him down for a kiss and tongues intertwine together as his orgasm racks his body. His lover follows closely behind, his back arching up off the bed, his neck fully exposed.
“Naru!” His lover cries out and the sound makes him shiver.
They lay there awhile in the after math of their lover making, and slowly he props himself up on his elbows to look at his lover. His hands brush over flushed cheeks up into the hair.
His vision starts to blur fading around the corners.
“I love you.” He hears himself say, but it sounds far away as if from down a long hallway.
“Me too.” comes the murmur as if through a static fuzzed radio station.
He looks up but it’s black, he can’t see anything anymore.
“Stay…. Me…. ver…. ara” He hears himself say but it’s so far away, like a secret whisper and he’s only catching small syllables.
Wait who, who are you? What is this? He reaches forward to grasp onto the vision. Grasp on to the conversation he’s already starting to forget. Grasp onto the person that had been below him...
Wait, please… who….
*****
Sam falls out of bed reaching his arms out to far chasing after the fading dream and his body follows them along. A load crash is head as his body connect with the hard wood floor.
“Fuck,” he groans out.
He sits up trying to keep a hold of the tendrils of his dream. But they slip through his mental fingers like slivers of wet soap. Nothing, not even an inkling of who that might have been. Or what it had even been about anymore.
"DAMMIT!" he yells slamming his fists on the floor.
Reaching out to the side table he grabs his glasses and them on his face. Looking up his eyes come into contact with his black cat looking at him like he's a complete moron. He childishly sticks his tongue out at the damnable thing and starts to untangle himself from the sheets.
"Yeah, I know," he grumbles irritated. “But not all of us can be fucking perfect like you ya bastard.” He finishes scratching the cat between the ears.
He stands up, and though the cat acts like his petting it is unwanted and unneeded he purrs just the same and then follows him into the kitchen. Twitching his tail with his head held high just like any aristocrat would do in a procession amongst their commoners.
"Neh, what would you like today Prince Uchiha? Chicken, salmon, beef, maybe even some lamb?" He asks his companion as the cat jumps up onto the counter.
The cat looks at him as if he should know this answer, and he does. Opening the can of Salmon and spooning some into a glass dish for the cat Sam contemplates the missing parts of his dream. Hm... why couldn't he remember his dreams? Well, parts of it anyway. He thought while he placed his elbows on the counter and rested his face in his upturned palms.
It was important he knew, but he just couldn't ever remember it once he was awake. He sighed. It had been happening a lot as of late. Waking up remembering everything else, but… but what? Fuck he couldn’t remember, but something tugged at his heart and it drove him crazy not to know why.
Sam sighed again and stood up straight stroking the fur along the back of his cat.
“Best get ready for another long day.” He told his cat who looked at him irritated.
“Love you to you miserable cat.” He replied as he walked away.
******
The driver is talked to him avidly about his sister's new baby boy and Sam smiled at him only partially paying attention to distracted to fully listen. When the man stops talking, Sam realizes he’s awaiting some sort of comment and he races to recall what the man had been saying.
“Well send her my congratulations will you? A child’s birth his a very important milestone in anyone’s life.” He finally answers with a small smile.
Something bright catches his attention in his peripheral vision as the man starts to talk again. Sam’s heart hits his throat and his lungs close in on themselves momentarily.
“STOP!” He cries out and the man pulls over to the side of the road.
Yanking his door open once stopped he steps out of the limo quickly. What was it that had his head frantic and his heart stopping in his chest? His eyes scan over the surrounding and he frowns. Whatever it was it was gone now and nothing was registering as important.
Dammit what was that just about? What color had it been? He growls and gets back in slamming the car door.
"Sir?" Alcon asks.
"I thought I saw somethin important." He rattles off glaring out the window, his hands fisted on his knees.
The driver nods knowing it's not his place to ask and pulls back into traffic. The conversation doesn’t pick back up, the man deciding it would be best to give his employer some time to think about whatever it was that had just happened. Sam is thankful knowing that he would probably snap at the guy just because he was there and he was irritated about what had just happened to him.
What was that just now? He asks himself as he raises his hand to his chest as it gives a painful tug on his insides.
What the fuck is going on?
*******
Once arriving at the hotel and on the right floor, he walks towards his office his mind a hundred million miles away. Thinking about what he planned on doing today he passes by a woman walking by in a red dress and his heart gives an irregular beat in his chest. He turns to stare after her. Does he know her? Why is he drawn to her so? What the hell was going on with him? He was sure he had never seen her before, and though he was drawn to her, it wasn’t really her. But if so, then what the fuck was it about her?
Finally getting bumped by people rushing so fast they don't even realize who they've bumped into Sam decides its best to just let it drop. He swallows around a lump in his throat and continues to his office. He must be starting to loose it again that was the only explanation for this strange behavior.
*****
There’s a knock on his door and he jumps snapping out of his thoughts to realize he had been stopped in the middle of the letter n for about a half hour. Jesus fucking Christ he swore inside his head blinking trying to clear his thoughts. What was going on with him today? First the limo incident, then the lady in the red dress, and now this.
Shaking his and clearing his throat he calls out, “come in.”
Someone enters his office and sits down in front of his desk and patiently waits for his full attention. Sam looks up and he finds himself unable to breath his eyes widening as once again his heart starts beat erratically. Red hair, long red hair, but red hair all was the more important detail that registers in his mind.
She stares back at him as if she wants to cry, startled by his staring. Sam shakes his head and plasters on a shaky smile that he hopes is reassuring.
“I, uh apologize. You’re hair, it reminds me of my cousin you see. It just dawned on me I should call her.” He lies.
A look a relief settles over her features and she relaxes into her chair. “Oh, I see.”
In truth he's completely confused, red seems to be popping up everywhere as if to tell him something. Yet he can't figure it out.
“So what can I do for you?” He asks her.
“Well I was hoping-” she starts.
He stops fully paying attention his mind racing in a panic. After this he would call his therapist, this couldn’t be good for him. He just had to call Sarah Sam knew he wouldn't be able to make through the rest of the day crazy shit kept happening all day long.
********
“Red?” She questions.
“Red.” He answers.
“That’s odd, I wonder why your mind is focusing in on that color specifically.”
“That’s not the only thing.” he explains to her.
“Oh, what else?” she replies concerned.
“I’m having these dreams.”
“Tell me about them.”
“That’s just it! I can’t fucking remember them.” he exclaims agitated.
“None of it?”
“No, and I just feel like it’s important. That I need to remember them, but the harder I try the worse it is.”
“Well can you remember the feelings from the dreams You aren’t recalling?” She asks.
He pauses, and although he’s a grown man a blush rises to his face. “I, I think they’re sexual in nature.”
She sits back in her chair. “Sexual you say. Why sexual?”
Sam coughs, “I uh,” clearing his throat again he continues. “Sometimes I wake up and I have an erection.”
Her eyes widen her brows rising to her hairline. “Really.”
“Or, er, my boxers are wet.” He adds keeping his eyes on his hands feeling mortified to admit these things out loud.
She bites her lip and brings her hand up to her face to hide her smile, and coughs to cover a sudden laugh that tries to bubble out.
“Well, I’m not sure what to tell you here Sam. It’s not unusual for a man to have sexual dreams and have those sorts of things happen to them.” She pauses, “What’s unusual this focus on the color red.”
He nods still not ready to meet her eye.
“I’m not sure what to do to help you either.” She tsks, “Until you can remember what this is all about there’s not a whole lot I can do for you.”
He finally looks up and over at her and she smiles.
“But if you start to feel overly stressed over anything, any anxiety of any sort you need to give me a call.”
“Alright.” He answers standing up.
She stand up as well, they shake hands and he leaves her office. What the hell was going on with him? Not even his shrink could really figure it out. He looks up and stops short as he almost runs into a younger girl.
“Uh Sorry.” He says to her.
She shakes her head in the negative and gives a strained smile as if her face has never made the gesture before. He side steps to let her pass and as she does a strange smell enters his senses. Sand? No more dry, almost toasted….. The thought leaves him as quickly as the smell and he looks after her.
Black hair, bunched at the nape of the neck and pulled over her right shoulder. Someone calls out to her and she glances back her eyes green. Hm, beautiful eyes, but the color doesn’t really come with black hair. He turns stuffing his hands into his pockets, her hair must be died or she’s wearing contacts. Most kids these days did those sorts of things.
Walking out into the brisk air of the city he made his way to her personal car, his chest heavy. Something was happening to him, but he wasn’t sure what. Sam only hoped it was for the better, and not for worse.
Expected Next Update: Probably monday or tuesday of next week. ^^