Derailed- Ch. 2.5

I'm only typing half of the chapter due to lack of reviews. For each person who

reads… REVIEW. Even if it just a, "this sucks" or, "great!" (Hopefully the latter.)

This first half is in Hinata's POV, its slight AU.

IM ALSO LOOKING FOR A BETA. My grammar is… lacking to say the least. (SEE?)

Anywayz….

Blink. Blink.

Scratch. Scratch.

Hinata rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

'What an odd dream.' She thought to herself. 'I dreamt Sasuke kissed me!'

Hinata chuckled lightly to at the thought. Like Sasuke would ever kiss her. Besides, Naruto is her soul mate. They only reason she ever went to Ichiraku's was to see Naruto.

Last night was just the same as always. Naruto was loud and boisterous, while Hinata quietly watched him from the corner of the ramen, unnoticed by all. Just like any other day, 'But…' After a while, things got crazy. Sakura hit Naruto, and while Hinata was distracted, Sasuke grabbed her and kissed her passionately!

'It must have been that shot of sake I had.' Hinata reasoned with herself.

It was well known in the village of Konoha that the people of Hyuuga clan were famous for their sissiness with alcohol. One shot and they were buzzed, and Hinata was no exception.

Hinata laughed quietly to herself and pulled her body over the side of the unusually hard bed. She groaned. Her muscles were ached, and she felt a slight headache. Definitely the early signs of a hangover.

Hinata flopped off the bed with a small, "oof" and onto the soft… hardwood floor? Her room definitely didn't have hardwood floors!

Meh, whatever. Father probably changed her clean, white rug to hardwood floors as a punishment for being weak or something.

Who gives a shit anymore?

All Hinata cared about was getting the hangover pills into her system before the drills turned on.

Why, you ask, that Hinata has hangover pills and you don't?
Simple. Hinata was a medical kunochi. Now, who do medical kunochi's in Konoha work under?

Tsunade?

Good!

Now what do we know about Tsunade?)

Continuing onward….

Hinata scratched her stomach and shuffled over to the bathroom, eyes closed, still semi-asleep.

BAM

She had walked right into a wall.

Rubbing her, poor, now aching head, she muttered, 'Smart move, Hinata.' And proceeded onward to the bathroom.

Wherever the hell that was.

(Remember children, the events of this story happened because of alcohol. Hell, everything happens because of alcohol. Disagree? Post a review!)

Hinata stumbled around a room that was obviously not hers until she found the bathroom.

"Sanctuary" she moaned. The slight headache had morphed into a hellish migraine, and the pills would do just the trick.

Hinata quickly opened the door, and ran right into:

Uchiha Sasuke, brushing his teeth, stark naked, except for a towel wrapped around his waist.

Hinata's eyes widened, as she frantically searched for a sign of her bathroom, her room, her HOME, all the while, her arms were waving every which way.

Unfortunately her erratic movements hit Sasuke's towel in just the right fashion to loosen it enough to come off.

"PLOP" Went the towel.

"PLOINK" Went Hinata's blushing head on the tile floor.

"SMACK" Went Sasuke's hand on his head.

'Here we go again'

Hinata gasped as she shot upward. The headache long forgotten, she shook her head violently and looked around. The walls were dark blue, with black curtains covering the small windows. The room was messy with clothes that were strewn across the room everywhere, and had a musky, manly scent.

Definitely NOT hers.

Hinata threw the heavy, blue comforter off her body, and said to herself, "Where am I?"

Realizing that super-strong enemy-nin, who slipped sedatives into sake that made her hallucinate, could have attacked her then brought her back to their village.

Yeah. That was it.

Hinata, completely forgetting the BYAKUGAN, realized that she needed to be extra-super-sneaky to avoid getting caught trying to escape from enemy territory. On tiptoes, she attempted to flee from the strange place. Fortunately, there wasn't anyone in the halls, or any of the rooms, for that matter.

In fact, Hinata wandered through the halls, and she didn't see a living soul.

Yet….

Hinata felt that she saw the ghosts, once living, fluttering through the desolate halls. Hinata was quite empathetic, and while walking, felt the pain of betrayal and smelt despair and fear.

Great tragedy had struck this place, and it gave her the willies.

Time passed, and all Hinata had seen were old furniture, covered in years worth of dust, and bleached spots of floors, that smelt of old blood. No one had lived here in years. This place was completely abandoned.

She held that belief for… about three minutes, until she heard the clinking of pots and pans.

Hinata sprinted toward the sound, completely forgetting the fact that she had been "drugged and kidnapped". She was much too happy to hear the sounds of living humans.

Hinata ran strait into a kitchen, and to a smiling Sasuke, wearing a bright pink apron that read, "Real men love cooking!"

Which he was.

The smell of pancakes and bacon hung in the air, and the sound of sausages being fried could be heard, but no one spoke. Hinata was too dazed by the OOC sight to do anything, and Sasuke just smirked.

It seemed like an hour had passed until Sasuke said, "Good morning Hime, how did you sleep?"

Hinata didn't reply, the only thing going through her mind was, 'What the fuck happened last night?'

-End of chapter 2.5-

Me: Ah! Half-chapter cliffy!

Gaara: Tsk Tsk Tsk. How many grammatical errors WERE THERE.

Me: Lots. I need a beta badly. And reviews… can't forget them.. Because I need AT LEAST 5 more to finish the rest of chapter two. Which, btw, is in Sasuke's POV.

Gaara: Ooh! The plot thickens! …. Which leads to me asking, whats with the summary?

Me: Oh. That. (scratches head) yeah… that might actually, y'know, happen! But, unfortunately, if I don't get more reviews…. It will NEVER happen.

Gaara: Wow. You are really review-obsessed.

Me: Yeah. I saw this story that, in my opinion, wasn't all that great, yet had more reviews and less words.

Gaara: (Le gasp!)

Me: exactly. So… I wanna be on top!
Gaara: - -

Me: uh… lemme rephrase that!

MORAL OF THE STORY:

Review!

Hime means princess in Japanese… I think.