Hey everyone, so its come to my attention that my first chapter sent off the wrong message. I got a couple of mean private messages so I'd rather post a less offensive first Chapter to my One-Shot series. Sorry for doing a Cheater AU, it was a specifically requested angst story my friend was asking for. (If you all still want the story up, I will post it up on a later date). However, to readers that have just come to hate on Sasuhina stories go plant a tree or something, put your efforts out into the world positively. Much love, 0Florynce0!

Skyfall

(OprativeSasuke CriminalHinata AU)

"They say the truth will set me free
But no this truth will be the death of me"

Sasuke repeated this mantra in his head. Over and over as his inner voice chanted in his mind. It was a breath with no end or beginning, it was just constant. Angry red numbers 2:37 am crossed his eyes and he felt himself shift through the silk sheets. The moon peaked its curious face pass the open window and illuminated the room. Next, to him, a warm body, soft and small pressed against his chest and thighs. Familiar dark hair and rose-tinted cheeks rested on the pillow beside him. Something hit his stomach and sunk heavily, the fear and inner turmoil began to form a hole inside him.

It killed him, he nearly killed her once. His bullet grazed her shoulder and left a pink scar. If she had died then, he wouldn't be here now and he wouldn't have fallen just as hard as he did then. He could remember the hate and pain in her eyes as the police sirens wailed while he had her pinned down in the alley. He'd always remember the smile peaking through the hurt and the rain pouring on them.

But no, that was the past.

Now in his present state, he pondered on his next move.

Turn his back on her again and watch her leave him for good- this thought made his chest ache. Or turn his back on the world and follow her down this endless rabbit hole to hell. All these thoughts raced through him but one was louder than them all... How the hell did he get himself into this mess? Again!

*Flashback*

It began when a fire lit in his heart while on assignment. Kakashi, his superior came with a thin file and a lopsided smirk hidden behind his mask. This was enough to make him sit on the edge of his seat. Not only was Kakashi delivering this case personally but the file was not as thick as any of the others... it screamed mystery and a whole lot of stress coming his way.

"You're the only one available in the department right now. Naruto was my first option to deal with this specific suspect, but I think you are far more fit for this job."
That's all the older man said before he let out a deep chuckle from the bottom of his throat and a glint of sadistic enjoyment brightened in the darkness of his eyes.

Reading over the task was simple, and this mission was also simple enough...track an opposing operative. These were missions given to rookie agents just starting their time in the force, so it hit his pride more than anything. But this lingering suspicion began to pool in his chest and the hairs at the back of his neck stood on end. This case left him feeling raw, his flesh felt soft and his heart beat against his rib cage, it's like his body knew something was bound to happen with this case.

And it did.

This raw feeling appeared again and so did the suspect in his case. She was a shifter, constantly changing forms and became the perfect actress when she needs to be. He knew this well, and he knew who she was. How could he not know her?

Her hair was pin straight and blended with the purple hues of the setting sun. It was hard to see where her eyes looked, heavy set sunglasses covered the majority of her face. But he knew those eyes very well, opal-colored and full of sincerity. Only the end of her nose and her plum colored lips were on display. He sat at one end of the outside tables, while she sat alone at another. His newspaper was raised just by the tip of his nose while his eyes glanced back and forth from the words to the mysterious woman he was tracking.

Though this focus did not stop, his senses felt suffocated by the smell of champagne, midday rain and cigarette smoke billowing in the air. She waved a hand ever so slightly and a nearby waiter refilled her cup. The Paris skyline brightened as the sun finally set. As the moon peaked out of thick clouds, she made her move. Leaving bills on the table she stood and began her walk into the streets. Sasuke did the same yet at a faster pace, rolling up his paper and throwing money at the table he began walking a distance behind her.

Hyuga Hinata, his target. The woman who single handily took over her father's criminal underground empire and the woman he fell in love with long ago. She turned a corner into an alleyway and leaned sideways. She knew he followed and smiled at his surprised expression (simply his eyebrows raising was enough to tell he was surprised) as she stopped their cat and mouse game. "It's been a while Sasuke. How is work?" Her tone was sweet and soft just like he remembered. But the coyness hidden in her phrase made him grit his teeth.

"You are my work. Taking you in, and stopping you is what I get paid for." With a huff of air, he glared at the space where her eyes were, only to see his reflection in her shades.
She clicked her tongue against her teeth and leaned her head to the side. A quiet sigh left her lungs and she stared at his chest, more directly towards his heart.

"Does it still hurt?" Her fingers brushed over his coat looking for constant drumming. This automatic reflex brought back memories, yet it felt foreign. She expected the smoothness of his skin and the warmth of flesh beneath her touch but was brought back to reality by a hissing sound.

His eyes glared at her fingers and his teeth clenched at her proximity. Yet he missed her touch, no, he missed all of her.

"I'm asking because mine still hurts. My heart I mean. My shoulder was just a scratch." She held her hand steady over her chest and let out a shuttering breath- like it hurt to even be alive.

A tiny smile followed after her words. After a few seconds in silence she took off her glasses and the black screens no longer hid her emotions. He swore the air left his lungs as he looked at her, truly looked at her. The soulful youth and innocence he once wanted to wake up to every day of his life were still there, yet fading. Now the new Hinata was clouding her eyes and tainting them with nothing. The woman he once loved was far too broken and beaten by her family. She became the leader they all wanted by destroying herself in the process.

A single tear streamed down her face.

"I don't want to live like this anymore. The hiding, the lies, the bullets shot at me day after day." She continued with heavy droplets rolling down stopping at her chin.

"Some days I wish to not dodge the bullets, I wish they could just take me to the next life." Sasuke felt a lump form in his throat as she effortlessly wished for death like it was the answer to all her problems.

His hands cupped her face and brushed away her tears.
"You don't have to do what your family wants. You can leave!"
He tried to sound comforting yet his anger still shone through.

"It's not that simple!" Hinata bit her lip to hold back further tears. "They have Neji and Hanabi caught in their web. They will be the next ones in line if I ever betray the Hyuga." Her voice carried on.

"I just can't see Hanabi living the way I do, she's still a child. And Neji, he is still in a coma recovering from the attack. I'm the only one strong enough for this." She felt a weight lifting from her shoulders as she divulged all this to the man she still loves.

In that moment of release, Sasuke reached for her, his hands gripped at her arms and pulled her in. Together they crashed like waves upon the shore and fell right into a comfortable embrace. Hinata traced his jaw slightly with her fingertip, slowly she let herself go. And like that their lips met between soft heated breaths, her dried tears, his unsaid fears.

And now here he is, laying in bed with the enemy. The most wanted woman in the world, the criminal with the largest bounty, was wrapped in his arms. A part of him was tied to his duty, but the way she looks right now. Her face free of worry, the same face he secretly wished to wake up every day too. He felt closer to falling in love again than ever before, so, for now, he will lay here until the sun rises and breaks through the windows. He will lay here until the light kisses her skin, until her eyes open to look at him.

He will lay here because that's what he owns her, and because he doesn't want to leave her at all.