Hinata couldn't remember the last time she had slept this well, she was so comfortable that she was debating whether or not to stay in bed a little longer. Hinata sighed, a trace of a smile grazed her porcelain face, she grasped the material she was laying on a little tighter, bringing her bed sheets closer to her chest, it smelt of rich dirt and earthy forest, that's unusual. The Hyuga was suddenly pulled out of her transfixed daze when she felt a hand coarsely grab her tense wrist. She suddenly froze, her eyes widened, opening suddenly beneath thick lashes to meet bright crimson, his eyes looked furious.
Hinata's eyes were staring down the Sharingan. Specifically,
Uchiha Sasuke.
Thick raven hair, familiar dark obsidian eyes, a furious crease that tainted his angled brows, and an aggravated sneer etched into his flawless lips, Undoubtedly, she was laying on Uchiha Sasuke, the wielder of the sharingan and the last of his clan. She must be dreaming. Maybe she's in a genjutsu? She though, or she's finally gone insane.
Hinata could feel her inner kunoichi panic, Sasuke Uchiha was currently laying underneath her, one hand gripping her limp wrist and the other gripped tightly on her slim waist. Hinata was sure that Sasuke could feel her rapid heat beat against his own chest, the heat between their bodies was beginning to become unbareable, the heat of fear, confusion and anger.
She looked away quickly, unable to handle the intensity of his stare. He looked at her with so much resentment.
Once she would have considered him as her acquaintance and of course, Naruto's best friend, this was the man Naruto had fought so hard for, the man he had shed tears and broke bones for. And for what? Sasuke's eyes conveyed the pain that stained his heart. He remains unchanged, a cold hearted, traitorous missing-nin, loyal to that of Orochimaru. Hinata was not his friend, she had never been, no, she had barely known the young avenger boy. The once arrogant Uchiha, the victim of an entire clan massacre. Uchiha Sasuke was nothing but a Victim of this cursed shinobi world.
She clenched her mouth, gritting her teeth, and turned back to him, his eyes never wavered. The Hyuga's could feel her own bloodline limit activate, she still cowered, her eyes were trapped under his, shaking and unable to tare her gaze away from his dull yet domineering black eyes, she stared unblinking at Sasuke, his own brows knitted closer together, she was clearly a painful reminder of his past, a glimpse of the bonds he fought so hard to break.
She could feel her hands charge with the familiar touch of chakra, her body reacting to the possible threat. After what felt like hours, Hinata moved, swiftly rolling of the Uchiha and regaining somewhat of a defensive position. Tension was thick in the humid forest air. Deep down Hinata was petrified, she couldn't pretend that she wasn't sacred. Subtle signs gave it away; she was sure Sasuke would have already noticed that she was utterly defenceless against him. Her own knees threatened to buckle from beneath her, the trembling grip she had on her kunai was weak and pitiful, her palms were glazed with a layer of sweat.
His own eyes seemed to widened when they met her soft lavender ones, yet they quickly regained their former intent, growing darker as he suddenly appeared in front of her. Probably unnoticeable for the naked eye. His muscled body pushing her up against a tree, rough tree bark scraping the skin of her arms, his hand tightening around her exposed and breakable neck. Just one quick motion of his wrist would end her. she could die right here.
Hinata's hands began shaking violently, clawing for precious air.
She was turning into a shell of a woman right in front of him. How dare she call herself a kunoichi when all she seems capable of doing is quiver and cower. She could feel her own pale lips tremble and her eyes sting with the familiar feeling of tears, her own body was threatening to betray her, Don't cry, don't you dare cry.
The young heiress suddenly gasped when she felt the cool blade of Sasuke's sword against her bare neck, the blade was threatening to break her, physically and emotionally.
No.
She was not giving up so easily. Hinata wanted to show the Uchiha that she was no longer that timid child. She wanted him to stop looking at her like a breakable doll, not worth his efforts. She reached for a kunai that was hidden beheath her lavender sleve, pulling it out just intime to cut sasukes hand, forcing him to let her go, falling back a few steps.
"Hyuga Hinata." Sasuke's voice had grown deeper, his voice was on the border of a growl. She recoiled at the tone afflicted on her. The way he forced out her name, made her grip her kunai tightening anxiously, she could feel her own face drain of colour.
Hinata gulped, watching as the blood from his hand drip from the small cut she managed to inflict, dripping carelessly onto the damp forest floor. Surprisingly, Sasuke sheathed his sword, took one last look at her own trembling form and smirked. "You're still weak and pathetic." Sasuke gritted out, each word like a stab to the guts, all were so accurately true, it made her want to throw up.
The smirk didn't last long on his flawless face before her turned around and began walking away. The sun reflecting of his black hair and the dull sound of his sandals hitting the forest path, growing quieter and quieter.
She watched silently, unmoving, as his mob of Raven hair grew smaller and smaller. In that moment, Hinata decided to do something that would change her life forever. She no longer wanted to be named pathetic, or called a disappointment to her father, to her clan… to herself. For once in her life she would do something that was right, for the village, for her comrades, for Naruto.
She was going to find a way to bring Sasuke home.
With shaking knees, she slowly stood up, cupping her mouth,
"Wait!"
His footsteps grew silent, as he turned to face her.
AN: I'm so mean, what a cliff hanger, sorry :(
Just so you've been warned: This will probably remain a one shot. Since I haven't really got a plot or anything for a continuation, but, who knows?, maybe.
Although I may possibly add one more part? Just to smooth things over. But no promises. (since I do genuinely feel really bad for such a bad cliff hanger)
Any reviews would be much appreciated. Thanks for reading!
