AN: Thank all of you so much for your reviews. They really made me feel more confident to continue with this story. I hope you all enjoy the rest and where the story goes. The story will get lighter as it moves along, so it won't be as dark, remember, this is a romance. Also, most of Sasuke's dialog is in his head, he isn't saying most of it. Now, on with chapter two.

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Chapter 2: In Your Eyes

Sasuke wasn't quite sure what he was doing when he saw Hinata grown stiff. His body moved on its own and lifted the weeping woman in his arms. He was a little worried about doing this, but when he felt her soften in his hold, he began to relax.

Great, now what am I supposed to do?' he thought, I can't very well leave her here…well, I would but that would leave a bad aftertaste…' he started heading in the direction of his home. I'll just take her back to my place seeing that I really don't want to deal with those Hyuuga's.'

Once there, he attempted to leave her on the couch so he could get out of his wet clothes, but there was a little problem. Hinata was clinging onto him, as thought nothing else mattered. After struggling to get her off without rousing her, he signed and gave up.

She's gonna need to get out of those clothes and into something warmer, he thought. He carefully laid her on the couch and pulled a blanket over her small body. He decided to try one more time for her to let him go so he could get them both dry clothes, but this time, he took a gentler approach. With his hand, Sasuke slowly caressed her cheek and arms.

She's freezing,' he thought as he continued. Her soft skin immediately softened and warmed to his touch. To his surprise, Sasuke found himself embracing the woman trying to warm her up. Why am I doing this! I have to get some clothes!' He carefully pried himself from Hinata and stroked her cheek one more time, signaling he would be back.

After getting dressed, Sasuke looked in the mirror and saw a hint of a blush on his cheeks. He quickly tried to shake it off as he walked back to Hinata with one of his t-shirts and pants. Easy to say, he wasn't quite sure how he was going to do this.

Sasuke slowly pulled the blanket off Hinata trying not to wake her. He took one gulp and began to rid her of her clothes. First, Sasuke untied her pants and slowly pulled the clinging cloth off her skin. He then undid her jacket and took it off as well. Before leaving to dry the clothes, Sasuke looked at her. Hinata had long creamy-like legs and her bosom was wrapped tightly to her chest. Amazingly, neither the bandages on her chest nor her underwear had gotten wet, so he left those on. Sasuke could feel his own body getting a little hotter and his face getting red, so he walked away with her wet clothes after dressing her in his clothes as fast as he could.

He came back and put the blanket back on her. As he observed her more closely, Hinata had begun shaking again even though she was no longer in wet clothes or felt cold to the touch.

That's odd,' Sasuke thought as he sat down beside the couch. Even in deep slumber, Hinata looked as though she was about to cry again. Wondering what to do, Sasuke remembered how she reacted when he caressed her, so he carefully intertwined his hand with her small one. Almost instantly, she resumed to sleep peacefully, holding his hand tighter. The action surprised Sasuke, but it didn't shock him. So he remained that way, holding her hand.

If one were to happen to look upon them, one would think they saw a husband caring for his sick wife.

All through the night, Sasuke kept a close eye on Hinata. Occasionally he would remove a strand of hair from her face or tuck her in with the blanket every so often. But not once did he remove his hand from hers. During that time, he tried to remember all he could of the Hyuuga heiress. Not much came to mind other than what he already knew. His past time was finding himself gazing at her. Sasuke had given up trying to keep himself from doing it because he would only find himself doing it again. He studied every inch of her body that he could see. And as much as he tried, Sasuke couldn't bring himself to dislike the woman.

Sasuke found Hinata to be much prettier than Sakura. Not only did he find her attractive, he thought that she was very agreeable and sweet. Though, he wouldn't say that he liked her either, or at least, not like that, yet. He gazed at Hinata so gently, so softly, that it could easily be mistaken for lovingly. The two remained that way, Hinata in peaceful slumber and Sasuke's eyes growing softer by the minute looking at her, all through the night.

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Dreams. Such a fragile thing. Easily turned into nightmares. But if intended, could return to a dream.

DREAM SEQUENCE

It was dark. No light could be found as far as the eye could see. Hinata was lying on the floor naked and unconscious. A voice said something and she fluttered her eyes open.

"Where am I?" she said shakily. She looked around and tried to adjust her eyes to the darkness. "H-hello, is anyone there?" Hinata asked to the emptiness. Her only response was a sudden chill she felt in the air that made her shiver. Hinata began to worry, so she activated her Byakugan, but nothing was there, not a thing. "I'm all…alone…" she spoke to herself.

Hinata slumped back onto the floor. Cold tears began to stream down her face. Someone, please, help me, 'she thought, Naruto-kun…he's not coming…no one will…' Large, liquid crystals were falling from her pale eyes as she looked at her shaking body. In that moment Hinata felt all hope was lost.

Time went by…minutes turned to hours and hours went by slowly. Still, no one came, no one came to save her from her loneliness. Hinata's eyes began to dim with despair.

Then, out of the black darkness, a warm body wrapped itself around her, Hinata looked up and didn't see the person, but felt him. The person was holding her close and tight, as if coaxing her to relax. Hinata began to soften in the embrace. She then felt a hand intertwine with hers and lifted her to her feet. The two were walking in a direction that Hinata hadn't noticed: it shone a small light that got brighter as they got closer. Hinata noticed that her small petite hand fit perfectly in the other.

As they got closer, Hinata noticed that it was a man that was leading her out. The two stepped into the light and despite the brightness; she tried to make out what he looked liked. He stopped, still held her hand, and turned to face her. All she saw were night's soft eyes.

END OF DREAM SEQUENCE

The first rays of sunlight beamed through closed blinds. A few birds were singing a morning tune. Hinata slowly opened her drowsy eyes.

What a strange dream, she thought, I wonder who that man was…' Hianta's vision became clearer, Tou-san will be angry since I was out so late…wait,' she began to notice her surroundings. Wasn't I outside?' She then noticed that she was inside a very well kept room. Where am I! I can't remember!' She looked down, and where are my clothes? These aren't mine! What's going on!' Hinata began to panic and she sat straight up.

She was looking around the room when her eyes fell upon a certain emblem; it was a painting of the red Uchiha fan.

So…' she wondered, I'm in Sasuke-san's house?' At that moment, she noticed that something was in her hand. Hinata lifted her hand to find a larger one in its grasp. She followed the hand up the arm and looked at the owner with a shocked face.

There, holding Hinata's hand, was a fast asleep Sasuke. He had only fallen asleep a few hours ago since he stayed up all night watching her. His head was rest in his arms, which, in turn, were on the couch.

Sasuke-san looks so different,' Hinata thought, he looks so, so calm and peaceful, like a small child.' Hinata had a small smile on her face now, demo, why is he holding my hand so intimately?' She pondered, and then it hit her.

Hinata remembered that before she fell asleep, she saw two black eyes. That must have been him! He must have brought me here and took care of me! Demo, that's so unlike Sasuke-san…' Hinata looked back at him, and then at their hands. I have to thank him somehow,' she pondered, I know!'

Hinata pulled the blanket off herself as she slung her feet over the side of the couch. She tried to release Sasuke's grip from her hand, but he just squeezed tighter. Hinata smiled and blushed a little. She then place her other hand over theirs. Slowly his grip on her loosened and she carefully pulled out her hand.

Hinata then took the blanket and placed it over his shoulders. She then turned her head to another room.

That must be the kitchen.' Hinata took one last look at the sleeping Sasuke, smiled, and then headed for the kitchen.

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What's that smell?…it smells, good?…' thought Sasuke. He slowly opened his eyes to look around without moving, and then closed them again…then with a jolt, he opened them again.

Where is Hinata-san?' he thought (he gave up calling her Hyuuga-san). Then he heard the soft sound of footsteps behind him, so that answered his question.

Hinata walked into the room with a tray in her hands and placed the contents on a low table. Sasuke turned his head to look at her. Hinata blushed a little.

"O-ohayou gozaimas-su…" she squeaked. Sasuke looked at her lazily.

"Did you go into my kitchen?"

"Um, h-h-hai…"

"You went, into my kitchen…"

"H-ha-hai…" Hinata began to worry, "I j-just w-wa-wanted to-to do something…"

"Something's burning," he cut in non-chalantly.

"Hhmmm?" Hinata strived to listen when she head a feint whistle, "Oh no! The tea!" she quickly put the tray down and rushed to the kitchen.

The entire time, Sasuke had been looking into her eyes. He was amused that he was able to see the sequence of her emotions through her eyes. He noticed that her pale lavender eyes could scarcely hide anything if one would just stop and look. What he didn't see was that she was doing the exact same thing.

Though she was afraid at first, Hinata began to relax when she read his eyes. She could tell that he wasn't upset in the least, just, wondering. She saw something in him that she never noticed before. When he turned to look at her, Sasuke's eyes didn't seem like the lifeless, doll-eyes she once thought them to be, when he looked at her, his eyes became much softer. It made her wonder why…

Hinata returned with two cups and a teapot. Sasuke was already eating the breakfast she had cooked.

This is…good…' he thought as he continued to eat.

"I h-hope it's okay…I-I m-mean the t-ta-taste," she whispered.

"Hn," he replied.

So breakfast went by silently and slowly. Neither of them spoke because they didn't know what to say to the other. When Sasuke and Hinata had finished, she picked up the dishes and cleaned them quickly. When she came back, Sasuke was still sitting there looking at her.

"A-anou, "Hinata started, she looked questionable at Sasuke, he quirked his eyebrow up.

"Nani?" he said coldly.

"A-arigatou…for, for…"Hinata trailed off, she didn't even know how to properly thank him.

"Don't worry about it, it was nothing," he snapped slightly, rolling his eyes. He then noticed that Hinata hung her head down a little. "Just, I suggest you don't go crying so hard that you pass out." He sighed; he didn't want her crying again, especially because of him, "Besides, that dobe's not worth crying over." Apparently, this was the wrong thing to say.

Hinata suddenly remembered Naruto and what happened yesterday. Her eyes slowly started to get watery until she couldn't hold it anymore. The heavy tears fell from her already slightly puffy eyes and hit the floor. She desperately tried to stop them, but to no avail. This did not go unnoticed by Sasuke. Hinata quickly tried to wipe her tears from her face.

"Go-gomen. I, I c-can't s-seem t-to m-m-make it st-stop. Puh-please excuse m-my r-ru-r-rudeness"—was as far as she got.

Before Hinata could finish her sentence, Sasuke stood up in front of her, reached out with one hand, and pressed her head to his chest…

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AN: Okay, so it was slightly longer. Funny how writing takes up so much more space than typing. Just for the record, Hinata does not stutter that much all throughout the story, just when she is nervous, embarrassed, upset, etc… And the whole questioning about going in the kitchen, he was just confirming that she was in there. Please R&R.