Waking up next to an enemy. Kissing them good morning. Cooking a warm breakfast. Hugging them close. Murmuring the forbidden name to a sinner.
Absurd isn't it?
Hinata couldn't agree more. Yet she stood. On the outskirts of the village. Raindrops slowly dancing through the umbrella. Tears or restless sleep coating a light smile. Dark hair soaked. Clear eyes sparkling. Cold fingers grasping the handle in happiness.
The Devil was coming home, into the angel's arms.
Sasuke was a traitor. Dirty with bloodshed on his skin. But when his name was called. From pure lips of beauty. His black world rotated to the rays of sunlight she shed for him.
It was wrongfully right.
For hatred and love to intermix. Physically and Mentally. Impossibly Perfect. This was a Uchiha and Hyuuga. A fire ablaze and peaceful water. No one saw it. No one thought of it. No one noticed it.
Why was Hinata hurrying?
Why the extra food?
Why the medical supplies?
Because...because nothing.
If you were to guess, and guess correctly, the reason was hiding. It was in pain. It was evil. The bad aided by the good.
She did all of it for him. For the monster. But the princess can't fall for the beast!
But she did.
She did.
He did.
They did.
And it was an awfully romantic mess.
Absurd isn't it?
