She wondered why her feet brought her here. The Uchiha Compound, her father spoke very highly of them, and she'd met them once before, last year. They were very kind, and it seemed to her that everybody but their youngest son was not telling her something, that includes her parents. The compound was dark, and her mind screamed to run home, but her gut told her something wasn't right, and she needed to know what.

It wasn't until she tripped and fell that she realized it, face to face with a dead middle-aged man, she gasped too scared to scream. Slowly the fear fell away and she looked at the poor man; his eyes open, his face pale, and all signs of life were gone. She didn't know why, but she dusted off his shirt, set his weapon next to him, and closed his eyes. She did this for every Uchiha that she found, since it was to respect the dead; and they should be respected. When she found the last two, in the main house she felt sorrow wash over her; Uchiha Mikoto, and Uchiha Fugaku, the clan leaders.

She pulled Fugaku off his wife and laid them beside each other; she pulled out her favorite silk handkerchief and used it to wipe off the blood on their faces, and since their eyes were already closed she put Fugaku's hand on top of Mikoto's. She sat formally next to them and said a pray for every Uchiha she'd found and the ones she'd missed. She'd seen dead before, and it was a horrible thing to face alone. She hadn't found their sons yet.

"I, Hyuuga Hinata, swear I will find your sons, if they are alive and good I shall protect them. If they are dead I shall bring them back to you." She stood gracefully, "I shall always remembered you in good memory and every year on this day, I will bring you flowers, as you should be remember and should get flowers from ever villager who your clan, in the police force, has protected. On this you have my word."

When a Hyuuga gave their word they never went back on it, not matter what. She bowed again, before walking towards the door when she heard a scream that made her heart stop. She ran to the place where it came from, she fell on to the road, skidding slightly. She stood up, ignoring her starches and bruises; she had to find them. She saw Uchiha Sasuke, holding his head, crying. A tall figure glanced at her before disappearing into the darkness.

Hinata ran to Sasuke, hugged him, and smoothed his hair. He looked at her; shocked, scared, then mad. He hugged her fiercely, he sobbed into her narrow shoulder.

"Nee-San did this! H-he killed them!" His voice broke, "He wants me to kill him! T-to hate him!"

Hinata rubbed circles on his back, "Its okay. He's not here. I'm here for you."

Suddenly Sasuke grabbed her upper arms tightly, "Promise."

"Promise that you will always be here for me, no matter where or when." He rushed, "No matter how cold or hateful I am, help me through this."

Hinata bowed her head before looking him in the eyes, "I, Hyuuga Hinata, give my word that I shall always be here for you, Uchiha Sasuke, no matter what time, no matter what day, I shall be there to make things better no matter what I must go through."

Sasuke looked at her, "No stuttering around me." And he passed out in her arms.

Hinata picked him up, on her back, making it easier of her. She ran to her compound, passed the guards, barely kicking off her shoes, before running into the main room. She looked at her father, who had been talking to a Branch member. She took a breath.

"Father." Her voice demanded attention.

Her father looked at her shocked, she didn't stutter. "Yes, Hinata?"

"The Uchiha Clan has been massacred. Sasuke-Kun and Itachi-San are the only remaining alive."

"Where is Itachi-San? Why are you carrying Sasuke?" Her father questioned.

"Itachi killed them, he did this to Sasuke, I found him just before he passed out, I gave him my word that I'd be here for him, and I gave my word to his dead parents that I'd take care of him." With that Hinata walked over to a couch and placed Sasuke on it, then turned to a branch member and told them to get a blanket and a pillow.

She stayed by his side, until he was taken to the hospital, even then every day he stayed there she came to see him. On the fourth day, as she sat by his side with two bentos, he woke. At first he didn't move then he flinched as he tried to move his arm too fast.

"Be careful. It hasn't fully healed up yet. The medics wanted to talk to you before healing anything." Hinata stated calmly, she'd had penalty of time talking to his sleeping foam.

He stared at her, and then closed his eyes. Pain crossed his face and Hinata knew he was remembering that night; she took his hand, softly. He pulled back slowly.

"No." He glared at her.

"Yes." Hinata took his hand again, tightly this time.

"You promise?"

"I already did."

"Hn." A pause, "We have to keep it a secret."

"I know." She paused, "fan girls, right?"

"Yeah."