Her voice was like a broken record. Each time her mouth opened, when the crank turns and the disk runs in her muffled mind, she says. "It's nothing at all. I'm fine."

"Hinata-sama, are you crying?"

"It's nothing at all. I'm fine."

"Hinata-chan, you look tired. Why don't you take off your jacket?"

"It's nothing at all. I'm fine."

"Hinata, take a break, your hands are bleeding."

"It's nothing at all. I'm fine."

Of course no one at this time and age knows how to fix a broken record. When it scratches it is to be left and only time would tell the people how the record would fare.

And of course Sasuke hated broken records.

"Sasuke-kun, wanna go out?"

"Sasuke-kun, there's this new café…"

"Sasuke-kun…"

"Sasuke-kun…"

"Uchiha-san…" He stared up into lavender eyes, a piece of dried grass in his mouth. "Are you okay? You were lying still for so long, I was a little worried."

Hinata was always pretty, her own self expressed in an elegant and simple way. She never wore tight clothing nor pulled her hair back. Her skin was fare, white as a cloud; she was very pretty.

But Sasuke didn't care about pretty or skin.

"Aren't you hot? It is summer and you're in a jacket." He spat out the piece of grass, watching it fly, piercing the white clouds and landing not too far away.

"It's nothing at all. I'm fine." The crank turned and turned and the record stayed and played the same.

They were under the shade of a shade tree. It was cool under the tree and Hinata felt relieved.

Sasuke watched her face, the same expression, and the same words. It was disgusting.

"Sasuke-kun, Hinata is always the same. She never says anything else and she always tells us to forget about it. I'm worried, and if you can, because you're the only one who never spoke to her…can you help her?"

Sakura was a good friend.

"Don't you feel tired?"

"It's nothing at all. I'm fi—" Hinata gasped.

Sasuke had gripped the girl's hand and pulled her down onto the grass. He felt the calluses, the scars, and the hard work behind them all.

Sasuke cared about hands.

"Shut up and just watch the clouds." He grimaced. He sounded like that Nara guy.

"I-It's nothing a-at all…" Hinata stuttered, still shocked.

Sasuke shushed her.

So they watched the clouds rush by, the different shapes and fluffy blobs that decorated the plain blue sky. Hinata looked up with wide eyes, the crank turning until it clicked to a stop. The record broke into tiny bits of shards and she was left with a free mind. The crank was turning freely, all the way around in a face pace.

What was it that made this moment so different?

Everyone else had cared.

But everyone else was just everyone else.

No one told her to shut up or just watch the clouds….

…nor did anyone shush her so harshly.

What was she missing?

If this one was telling her to just remain silent.

What was it in silence that she saw?

She could feel the broken record pieces in her mind, the pieces crushing into smaller ones.

She wasn't tired, she was tired. Really tired, just tired, her mind telling her to sleep.

Just sleep and let the day go by for once.

Just let it all go.

Just don't fix it, let it go and let time fix it for her.

She cried.

Sasuke looked at her with a careful eye, her hand still in his own. She wasn't shivering, she wasn't cold, and she wasn't sweating or anything. She was crying silent tears with closed eyes and a true smile on her lips.

"Why are you crying?"

Hinata blinked several times. "Because I finally realized."

Sasuke nodded, gripping her tired hand tightly.

She squeezed back.

(N)

Yeah, I don't really get it either. I wrote it out of randomness and I have to go to bed.

Night everyone!