Summary: (NejiHina, SasuHina) (One-Sided NejiTen) The Prodigy has no idea how much she watches them, how much she wished that pink-vested girl in his arms was her. The Heiress has no idea how much an Avenger watches her, how much he wished the man she admired was him.

DISCLAIMER: All characters from the Anime Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.

What You Don't Know

By: DC

Prologue

Even cricket chirpings droned quietly through the thick night air. Her sandals slapped the sidewalk with an eerie rhythm. Her dark blue hair blended in with the night sky, blowing gently in the breeze.

Her arms wrapped around herself in an attempt to calm her beating heart and the awful monster in the pit of her stomach.

Her head ached with images that would not leave, playing around and around in her head until her eyes hurt and her lips trembled.

All she could think about was what she saw that night, as she got up drowsily from her bed, following odd muffled noises from her cousin's room.

She peeked in nervously into the door which was left slightly ajar, seeing nothing. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness pieces of the puzzle being put together in front of her all made sense, and that image fought its way into her mind, into her heart, leaving a scar so deep she would never be rid of it.

A back arched on the bed. Rough hands gripped onto round hips to hold the legs in place as the figure on top thrusted, again and again and two mouths pressed together desperately.

Hinata watched, unable to move, so petrified and her mind screamed 'No', but she couldn't do anything, and suddenly the girl on the bed, the one with the thick brown hair and the half-torn pink garment moaned.

That was all the Hyuuga needed to hear before her eyes snapped open and common sense willed her to creep away, bare feet gently pressing onto the wooden floor, hoping that the boards wouldn't creak.

And there she was now. In her thin white silk gown, eyes hardly open walking through the possibly dangerous streets of Konoha. It would have been pitch black, if not for the soft, dim lighting of scarce street lamps guiding Hinata away from her home.

"…again…?" His deep voice lacked usual annoyance as he closed the door behind the pale girl.

She gave a barely visible nod of her head, and he stiffened a yawn, rough hands raking through his unbrushed dark hair.

His unadjusted eyes groped through the darkness and found a lamp. Sasuke walked slowly back to his bed after the candle filled the room with a dim light.

He climbed beneath the covers, tugging the covers up to his chest and rolled to his side. Like he knew she would be, Hinata was soon curled up beside him, cold face smothered in his warm back.

She didn't want to bother him, he knew, so instead of letting the girl awkwardly try to put her arms in a position that wouldn't touch him, he reached back and gently pulled her arms around his side.

She snuggled in closer, and he felt her shiver against his back. "…just cry, if you want to so much."

But like last week, and the week before that, she didn't. Instead she whispered, "I'm sorry, Sasuke-san." And closed her eyes.

He felt sinful, as he felt a desire between his legs. Her thighs pressed against his own, bare arms around his side, with nothing but the thin silk of her nightgown to separate her body from his bare back.

'Next time', he noted silently to himself, 'I should prepare an extra blanket.'

Because this was not the first time, nor would it be the last time.

When he woke up the next morning, the compound lacked her presence like usual. Tenten always left after a night of intimacy.

Neji rolled to his side and tried to sleep some more, but the blaring sound of the alarm clock screamed in his ears the duties and chores he had to do as a member of the branch house, and a jounin of Konoha.

Tiredly pushing himself onto his arms, he gave a look of disgust at the scent of sex lingering in the air, and he immediately got dressed, ready to bring the bed sheets and pillow cases to wash.

After all, he couldn't let anyone know what was occurring more and more frequently.

Creeping past the young Heiress' bedroom, he couldn't help but look in curiously. The door was oddly wide open, while usually it was closed and locked for security.

There she was, Hinata, lying on her side, hair a tangled mess with crumpled sheets over her nightgown-clad body.

Her lips parted slightly, her pale face glowed even in the morning sunlight streaming through the windows, reminding Neji of an angel.

He scowled and turned away.

- Chapter One End –

. To Be Continued .

A/N: Prologue Finished. X.x Yes, it is very short, but what can you expect from a prologue...? (Yes, this is my excuse).

Whew…hope it wasn't confusing. I tried to make it as simple as I could. Hopefully you have an idea of the relations between Neji, Sasuke, Hinata and Tenten…? More of Sasuke and Hinata's relationship will be revealed later.

In case you were wondering, this story takes place after the two year jump, but in this story Neji still holds a sense of hate for Hinata, and Sasuke had never left Konoha.

This story is more romance-based, so it won't include much about their training or missions unless they interfere with part of the story.

Also, this story will end either NejiHina or SasuHina, and will not end in NejiTen no matter how much you beg me -.-.