Chapter One: Hurt
Rated M for sexual contact, violence, graphic themes, and language.
By: Midnight-Runaway
Summary: Sasuke and Hinata are shinobis first. It was always duty before love. Events unfold the devastate them. The aftermath leaves everything broken. Hinata forgets how to love. Can Sasuke reteach her? This is a story of the love and duty in the midst of war.
Years have passed since the Great Shinobi War the shinobi villages have rebuilt and peace was established, but peace was a fragile thing. Slowly events began to occur. A mysterious figure emerges from the shadow as a form of the resistance, threatening peace. Sasuke and Hinata find themselves as pawns in a deadly game of politics.
Disclaimer I do own Naruto.
(Redone)
I have changed certain things. So enjoy and comment.
Authors note: In the story Sasuke and Hinata may seem a bit oc. Enjoy. Also, a story is under construction. I have altered the first chapter a bit.
Dear Readers,
When I first started this story it wasn't supposed to take up this many chapters but I was inspired by all you lovely, faithful, and amazing readers to write more. The plot changed drastically then what I intended, so this story will have to change. It will still be about Sasuke and Hinata learning how to love again but the "deeper plot" calls for some changed. So I really hope you enjoy.
Love Midnight-Runaway.
Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional. ~M. Kathleen Casey
.
.
.
.
A frigid silence gathered around the two people laying on the bed. The man was on his side facing the woman. His dark eyes collected every detail. He admired how the moon's rays stroked her skin, constructing an illusion that her skin glowed in an angelic way, and how her long indigo hair spread across her frame. Examining the female further, he noticed how her white nightgown had risen slightly revealing her creamy skin. Averting his gaze from her thighs, he constructed the woman's entire silhouette. The man helplessly became cognizance on how the nightgown clung to her body outlining her beautiful curvy figure. An impetuous yarn to run his fingers over her soft skin consumed him. Without uttering a word, he touched her face.
Feeling his fingers touch the side of her face, she flinched away. Lavender eyes meet onyx ones. Hurt glided out of them causing her heart to cringe. Evading her eyes, she stared at her hands. Repositioning herself on her back, she felt his tense gaze. Hurt filled them but she did not want his touch. Every touch transported agonizing memories. Flashbacks that she struggled to suppress, but failed to rid her conscious of; instead she was haunted by them consistently.
Their king size bed seemed to shrink as she felt her lover's body inches away. His body heat was radiating onto her skin causing her to feel suffocated. Moving further away she closed her eyes not being able to meet his gaze, she could sense the hurt he was feeling at the moment but she couldn't bring herself to soothe him. She was impaired. It was her turn to be selfish. Her mind was suffocating her, memories kept replaying in her mind. She was angry at herself, at the world, and at him. She knew she should not feel resentment towards others. Her mind made rational thoughts, but in her state logical thoughts could not outweigh the pain she felt.
His gaze did not depart from her. Her eyes accumulated salty water. Opening her eyes, the woman's cheeks stained themselves with tears. A silent sob escaped her lips. Instinctively her husband shifted next to her causing her too harshly thrust him away. Before he could gather his will to reproach the distraught woman, she lunged off the bed scrambled into the bathroom. Locking the door, her back leaned against it. Without a warning germinated weakness forced her to slide down the door. Sasuke sat still while a sensation of hurt and confusion built within him. Pulling away from his befuddlement he moved off the bed. A nauseating pain began to nest in his heart.
"Hinata," he said softly knocking on the door. No words were heard, only the sounds of her sobbing rang in his ears. Sliding down the door, he sat there. His head leaning against the cold wooden door, "Hinata I am sorry," he said as he felt tears form.
"I am so sorry," he whispered again.
Dealing with physical agony was elementary, the pain was inflicted by superficial wounds that healed easily but mental pain was different. How does one heal that? Physical wounds could be seen mental wounds were invisible, making them much more difficult to nurse.
Feeling his aching heart; he touched the door. He, Sasuke Uchiha, in the years since his clan was slaughtered, never shed a tear. He never felt such heartache, such anger and self-loathing. In the years since his clan had been massacred, he had never felt so broken and helpless. "I am sorry," his faint voice whispered to her. "Hinata," he begged, "Please open the door. "Her sobbing became louder. He sighed, it was evident he could not heal her mental wounds.
The sense of defeat washed over him, causing tears to leak from his eyes. Gazing out the window, he stared at the stars. Memories from his past entered his mind allowing a slight smile spread across his flawless face. The night sky had aided in creating their union. The stars helped them form a common interest, a joint attraction that would help Sasuke discovery and proclaim his love for Hinata.
Four Years Earlier
.
.
The newly liberated man walked through the quiet streets of Konoha. Three years had passed since the fall of the Obito and reestablishment of the leaf village, two years since his return and confinement, and one year since he was put on probation. Tonight, he was finally set free. He wasn't confined to the prison, the bared house, or the watchful eyes of trained killers. Looking around the streets, he had not realized how much it had changed. The streets were cleaner and every building new and yet the village seemed the same. '
New but old,' he thought as he read the names of the shops. He stopped and looked at the ramen shop that many of his team seven memories were created at.
"Is that him, the traitor," he heard someone whisper. Anger rose through his veins and the urge to silence that person began to consume him but clenching his fists, the great and powerful man just stood glaring at the civilian. The civilian froze with terror. The young man shook causing the Uchiha to smile. Turning away the older ninja walked away, fear was a perk of being one of the most powerful and sadistic person in the village. "Sadistic," he said to himself. Testing out the word he decided he didn't like it. Was he sadistic? All he did was avenge his family; he didn't do it for pleasure but for revenge. Did that make him sadists?
He was a shinobi most of his life he killed for his village, for survival. His killings, in his mind, were justified. Death was a natural part of life and he speed up that process for the deserving few. Just like any war casualties are expected. Innocent people were killed because of his actions, he was quite aware of that but that was a natural part of the war. He shook his head.
The sole heir of the Uchiha clan stood in front of his new apartment. Pushing the door open, he walked in studying his new home. It was one bedroom. It was not extravagant but not too simple. Sasuke had spent his nights in much more uncomfortable places. The apartment was furnished with a couch and coffee table in the living room, the kitchen had the basics, and the bedroom had a bed. Next to the bedroom was a bathroom. All the basic amenities were there. Sighing he sat on the bed and laid closed his eyes and let slumber consume him.
Attempting to decrease his heart beats, and ease his labored breath, he sat up. His body was coated in cold sweat. His trembling fingers ran through his hair, as he finally gathered his composure. The room seemed to become smaller, He felt confined. Abruptly standing up, he shivered as his cold skin made contact with the hardwood floors. Finding his strength, he made his way out of the bedroom. after quickly clothing himself, Sasuke left his apartment. The man stared at the night sky. He enjoyed the claiming sensation he, brought with it. It was therapeutic, the way the moon shines and the stars twinkled. Many nights, he found himself gazing at the dark sky. The moon and the stars just existed, no complications. It was a constant, every night the moon would appear and the stars would accompany it. That constancy created an emotion of stability, a feeling he didn't receive from other aspects of his life.
It seemed to be about one and the streets were mostly empty. Since it was the residential part of town, there wouldn't be many souls walking around at such an ungodly hour. He made his way to a hilltop, he came too many time before he left the village. He liked the hill top. It looked over the river and since it was away from the city he could clearly see the stars. Stopping at the peak of the hill, he noticed a faint chakra signature. Moving closer to the person, he saw an outline of the person lying down. The person had registered his chakra and stood up. "Hello," the person said. The female's voice reached his ears. His tensed shoulders relaxed hearing the familiar voice.
Not being able to paint the person's face in his mind he moved closer. Standing behind the female, he noticed she was almost a foot shorter than him and she had long indigo hair that reached the bottom of her back. Turning around the woman looked startled to see him. She let out an, "Oh," earning a raised eyebrow from the shinobi. He looked at the woman. The moon was illuminating on the woman outlining her features. With her lavender eyes started at him in a surprised yet calm expression. Her skin was fair with rosy pink lips. She was a Hyuga. She didn't say a word to the man but turned around and lay back down. Sasuke stared at her in surprise. The young woman didn't show fear or resentment but instead acknowledged his presence and then lay down.
Hinata could feel his eyes on her but at this time, she was too tired to fight, ask questions, or even move from this spot. She had just arrived from an A-ranked mission. The mission had taken a toll on the woman both mentally and physically. The gentle-souled woman sighed. She had come to this spot many times in the past five years. It was her little secret and it had become her safe haven. Looking at the moon, she realized how much she had changed.
Five years full of war, destruction and restoration of her home, death of many loved ones, and a broken heart changes a person. The war had ended three years ago leaving everyone to rebuild. While they began to rebuild their village, everyone adjusted to the loss of comrades that were like family. It had been a difficult transition for all of the rookies, the ones that were left. Two years ago she was forced to face the harsh reality that Naruto didn't love her. This realization had broken her even more. Instead of crying and hating, the indigo headed woman decided to become better. Her frustration was used to become stronger both mentally and physically. With the advancement in her skills, she also gained some respect and higher position. The sound of Sasuke moving pulled her out of her thoughts; she heard the Uchiha lay down less than a foot away from her. She couldn't be bothered with the attractive young man. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again. She was grateful for the fact, that he didn't utter a word. She welcomed the fact he was ignoring her.
Sasuke was also grateful for her denial of his presence of him. This allowed him to clear his mind of all the horrible memories he had. They both laid there in silence till the moon started to prepare for dawn. The stars hide behind the cover of dawn as the sky turned shades of pink, blues, reds, and orange. He watched as the woman next to him sat up. She looked around and smiled stood up. Her pale eyes met his. He noticed what she was wearing. Her outfit looked like a black ANBU uniform. She was wearing semi loose black pants and a black tank top with an over-sized jacket. She was had some dirt on her uniform and traces of dried blood. She smiled softly at him. "Thank you," she said quietly before vanishing.
The shinobi sat in silence. 'Hinata,' he thought to himself as he remembered her name.
