.Prologue.

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Maybe if he would have known who was on the phone, things would have been different…unfortunately he didn't know. Nobody knows their future.


It was the smell of her vanilla scented perfume that drew him in. Here he was seating with the woman who he didn't even believe existed. The woman who he had never expected to find. The woman of his dreams.

Yet it was wrong to be there lying beside her. That hadn't been his purpose, then again...love isn't something we plan. It just happens.

Her petite body squirmed around to look at him. Her soft eyes were full of worry. He gave her a small smile.

"You haven't said anything in a while. If you don't want to meet my father, you don't have to. I don't want you to feel as if I'm rushing you into anything." She said.

Sasuke blinked. He hadn't even been thinking about that. Most men would shy away from meeting their girlfriend's father, but Sasuke wasn't most men. He'd do anything for this woman, even meeting her hard faced father.

Before he could answer her, his cell phone rang, an unknown number came up.

"Hello?" He said.

"Finally Uchiha. After a year of trying to reach you, I finally get in touch with you." The dark voice was familiar, and that wasn't a good thing.

"I have to take this." He told Hinata, who's soft face washed over with confusion.

He walked to the next room and closed the door, and then breathed into the phone.

"What do you want Gaara?" He said finally.

"Did you think we'd forget you?" The dark voice said.

Sasuke had never been afraid of Gaara, but the man was dangerous, especially when he was angry.

"What do you want?" He told the man. That was a stupid question. He knew what Gaara was looking for.

"She's cute isn't she? Hyuga Hinata." Sasuke could hear the joke in his voice.

"Leave her out of this." Sasuke was clenching his jaw, angry that Gaara would even mention the woman he had been living with for the past eight months.

"You're mission was not to fall in love with her Uchiha! What the fuck are you doing?! Did you forget what you were suppose to do? You were suppose to keep her as a hostage until the other Hyuga brings the money he owes us! You were not thinking about the fucking pack!"

Sasuke knew he was right. As much as he hated to admit it, Gaara was right.

"Anyways, I didn't call to bitch you about how you fucked up. Your brother and the Akatsuki gang are looking for you. I suggest you get back over here, before they kill the girl, then we won't even have a fucking hostage. You have five hours." He didn't wait for Sasuke's response. He just hung up.

"Shit!" Sasuke yelled in anger, and punched the wall.

He screwed up. If he didn't get out of there, Akatsuki and his brother would kill her. He had to leave.

He walked out of the room, and Hinata had been in the kitchen cooking his favorite dish. Curry rice with black coffee. He cringed. He'd really miss her cooking.

She turned around and smiled at him.

"Dinner's almost ready. You can drink the coffee if you want. I bought a lot , so in case we ran out, we'd have some extras." She smiled.

"I have to go to work. They need someone since it's busy." He lied. He hated lying to her, because she was naïve enough to believe him. If only she hadn't been so trusting.

She smiled at him nodding her head to tell him she understood.

He went up to her and gave her a really bone crushing hug. He would miss the smell of her hair. Hinata giggled as she hugged him back.

He cupped her face and gave her a kiss that left her dizzy, but smiling widely. He pulled away to breath, and traced her lips with his thumb.

"I love you." He said.

Hinata's once worriless face was now filled with worry.

"Is something wrong? Are you in trouble?" She asked trying to read his face.

"No. I just feel as if I don't say it enough." He said, and kissed her again.

"See you later?" She said unsure.

He only gave her a nod and then he left.

Hinata felt her stomach do flips of worry. Something was wrong. It was as if he was leaving to go somewhere and wouldn't be back for a long time.

If only she had followed that gut feeling. Maybe she would have been able to stop him.

He didn't come home that night.

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Junpei-JJ (Just Jun)