Okay it took a little review but I believe I'm ready to start working on the story. It's been a while and now hers the second chapter to "Southern Comfort".

Not my original story but 2kindsofcrazy's. We don't own anything thing in the story. Not the anime or the setting of it. So I decide to put in all of the original chapters for those who have never read this story before.

Chapter 1

Sunday Service Is When I Count Hats

It was hot as could be in Savannah, Georgia and the tiny church full of

people were trying desperately to cope with the May heat. Women and men alike fanned themselves with fans the church provided and children were falling asleep, to tired from the heat. The church's doors were left open to bring in a nonexistent breeze of cold air to cool off the people. Most of the people native to the area knew that simply opening a door wouldn't help, but to appease visitors it was kept open. Georgians were just that polite.

This church was different than most churches around Savannah. Firstly, it was because only the rich and prosperous came to this church. Secondly, two of the richest families in all of Georgia attended service here.

The Hyugas were very noticeable by their signature white eyes and famous long hair. They owned a huge cotton plantation on the outskirts of Savannah that produced two fourths of Georgia's cotton. The Hyugas didn't live on their plantation, but Hisashi Hyuga made sure to visit at least three times a day to make sure everything was running smoothly. The Hyugas lived in the middle of Savannah near the big square

garden with their mansion towering almost as tall as the trees.

Next were the Uchihas who all had onyx eyes and pale skin. They owned a huge tobacco plantation that was also located on the outskirts of Savannah. They grew the best tobacco in all of Georgia and even some of the other states bought their tobacco from the Uchihas. The Uchiha's mansion was down the road from the Hyugas, but it was just as regal. Both families were rivals but on Sunday mornings, they would set aside their differences and come to Sunday service to receive the word of god.

The Hyuga's pride and joy, Hinata, was fanning herself daintily and

trying to listen to the preacher's sermon. She was never into the church her family went to mainly because it was so stuffy and the preacher gave such boring sermons. From time to time, she would zone out. She'd think about the letter Neji had recently sent her.

Neji was serving as a doctor in the war that was going on with the

north. He told her about how hyped the Confederate soldiers were at the start of it but how sad they became as they saw their comrades die beside them. He said that he couldn't stand to see so much death, but he had a duty to his people and he must fulfill this duty to his best extent. He ended off the letter saying that his commander, Robert E. Lee, was a great strategist and he was sure that they would win the next battle. In the meantime, they would just attack farmhouses for supplies.

Hinata hoped that Neji wouldn't die in the cross fire. Hinata wasn't the only one who had a loved one in the war. She heard from one of her neighbors that the Itachi Uchiha had gone off against his father's wishes and joined the army as a Colonel Lieutenant. Hinata glanced over at Itachi's younger brother, Sasuke, who was sitting behind her with a blank expression on his face.

She knew that Sasuke wanted to enlist in the army as well, but since he might be the last son of Fugaku Uchiha he had to stay put. He owed it to his family. Hinata knew how he felt. She wanted to be a teacher, but being a Hyuga made such a practice disgraceful. In the south, family was the most important thing. She was taught from a young age that blood was thicker than water. She always had a duty to her family first and everyone else came after.

Hinata noticed Sasuke looking at her. She caught his gaze back. Her grandmother nudged her a little to tell her that she should turn around and she

blushed in compliance. After five minutes of pure boredom, she felt a tap on

her shoulder. Everyone in that pew was paying attention to the preacher. Hinata

slightly shook her head and looked back down at her bible. She noticed a torn piece of fan on the page she was currently on in the crevice of

her bible. Hinata opened it and read:

Lets have a little competition. I want to see who can count the most hats in the least amount of time. Begin as soon as you're done reading this.

Hinata turned slightly to notice a slight smirk creep unto Sasuke's face. She began her counting. After twenty minutes, she had counted fifty-five hats. She wrote the number on the piece of fan and passed it to Sasuke. When she got the "note" back it said fifty-six and the she realized that she herself was wearing a hat. This made her feel

slightly silly.

Hinata didn't turn around for the rest of service because she was too

embarrassed. Service ended at three and everyone milled outside to mingle and gossip. Hinata watched the children play in the Georgia clay and giggle to their selves as their mothers fussed over their dirty clothing. Hinata was enjoying herself until she felt a tap on her shoulder. She quickly turned around to meet Sasuke Uchiha looking at her blankly.

"Y-y-yes, Mista Uchiha?" Hinata asked.

"Mister Jefferson would like for ya'll to spend Sunday dinner with us." Sasuke said.

"We would like that very much," came Hisashi's gruff voice as he laid his hands on his daughter's petite shoulders. "You be sure to tell him that, boy."

"Yessir." Sasuke said and walked away.

When he was far enough away he turned his attention to his daughter.

"Hinata, I don't want you associating with him. He's a Uchiha, and Uchiha's are good folk but I aint trustin that particular boy. He may end up like his brother. Aint nothing worse than kin turning on kin." Hisashi shook his head solemnly at the thought before leaving.

Hinata felt like her father was talking about more than Itachi running away. Hinata stood around for another five minutes before walking towards the Uchiha's for Sunday dinner. This was going to be one interesting dinner.

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P/N: well there you have it folks a new fic! Here's a list of vocab if you don't understand the dialect.

Y'all- you all/you guys. (Y'all is still said around here and whenever

kids from the north come down here they're all like why don't you guys

say the whole word and why do you say y'all when referring to only one

person. I just tell them its cuz we feel like it!)

Mista- same as mister just more countrified.

Yessir- yes sir just smooched together.

Please review it makes me wanna write more of Why Can't We!

(T/N: Tessa here! I hope you enjoyed the new story. Even if you dislike history (like me ) then I think you should still read it. If there's any dialect that I enjoy, it's the good 'ol southern one! Anyways, so yeah this story surrounds the Civil War times and all that so if you're a history buff then feel free to read and review. Love ya, Tessa!)