A/N:Okay, so this is basically a small part from one of the chapters in my upcoming fic. I figured I'd give everyone a little preview and see what they think. So please, don't hold back with the reviews. Be honest with your criticism. However, no flaming with be tolerated, as usual.
As for finding out the details of what's going on, you'll have to wait until I put the chapter on here to find out ;)
Her hands trembled when she reached for his shoulders. She touched him in the manner she would handle very old china; carefully, so he would not shatter under her fingers. His shoulders were broad and solid. Solid, but so very weary from carrying the cross of his past for so many years.
His name left her lips in the gentlest of whispers. "Sasuke..."
It was the first time she had used his first name.
He did not move, as Hinata had hoped. Besides his black hair that brushed against his neck and cheek in the night breeze, he stood like a pillar, his back still facing her. He didn't even stir when she dared to inch closer to him, arms beginning to drape over his shoulders. Hinata slowly pressed her cheek against his back. She could feel his chakra swirl and flow beneath the surface like storm clouds. She wanted to cry.
Sasuke was not surprised when he felt Hinata's nervous half-embrace. She was such a feeling kind of girl, the type who felt others' pain as if it were their own. He subtly winced at it. This was exactly what he did not want; people feeling sorry for him, tears being shed for him. Damnit. She was just like Sakura. She just couldn't take no for an answer or try to control her emotions. He had expected his shirt to be dampened by the tears that probably would've ran down her cheeks. He was surprised when she shed no tears and he heard no sobs. It was just her physical closeness that she offered to him. He found it strange, because he thought of her as the kind of girl that cried easily, the kind of girl that made him feel like shit too often. She was stronger than he had thought.
And he was just as strong as she had thought. The pain of his past—of his clan's past—was exchanged for a truce, a hope for a peaceful era in Konoha history. Despite all of the bloodshed, betrayal, and disappointment, he still stood today. His less than warm disposition had became colder when he came back (according to Sakura) and remained that way four years after the Hokage's pardon. And now she knew the reason.