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Madara layed back on the sofa, sighing at no-one or the wall. He ran a hand through his thick, black hair and sighed again.

"Why are you doing this to yourself Mada?" He asked, closing his eyes.

"Doing what to yourself?" A voice said, Madara sat up, then relaxed. Pein and Hina were back. He looked over them, and looked closely at Hinata. Something was feral, and wild about her stance, her movements her eyes. When she finally looked up at him, he saw the shadow in them had darkened, almost imperceptibly.

Pein stood there, his hands in his pockets, but staring at Hinata too.

"Hina did you fight?" Madara asked, a hint of disappointment coming into his voice. Hinata visibly flinched, then nodded. Her lips curled back, and a small growl erupted.

"They were rapists" She said, she subconsciously rubbed her wrists, like she was trying to take off some imaginary hand cuffs. Pein looked at her closely too, then flicked his gaze to Madara.

"Is there something else you need to tell me?" Madara flinched at his patronizing tone, Hinata hated when people treated her like a child. Hinata's face closed, then thawed a bit.

"I don't have to tell you anything else" Her voice was hard, like she was trying to block out memories.

Seriously. How much did she go through?

Hinata threw her jacket onto the chair near the door, revealing firm muscled arms. But he could see harsh, raised scars on her arms, all of their shapes and sizes differing. Thin, crossed lines, jagged, puckered lines. Hinata leaned against the door, her arms folded.

Pein and Madara were still staring at her, horror and anger on their features.

"some guys were harder to kill" She said, shrugging. Madara looked closely at her, and her stare back was disconcerting. He knew she was

really good at lying, basically masking her emotions and un truths.

Pein shook his head, then sat down.

"I'm staying the night too" Pein walked into one of the guest rooms, shutting the door behind him. If he knew anything about Pein it was that he was probably obsessing over the things she wasn't telling us.

Hinata looked at Madara sideways.

"I'll tell you when i'm ready okay?" She sighed, then sank down the wall, her hair like black blood.

He reclined, throwing his feet onto the coffee table in front of him.

"Itachi would of growled you for that" She mumbled, looking at his feet. Madara smiled then opened his arms in invitation. She just stared at him.

"Come on Hina. We always did this. Do you not trust me?" The question was simple, yet heavy with anxiety and nostalgia. Hinata's cheeks warmed and her eyelids fluttered. In her own answer she crawled into his arms, snuggling into his broad chest. His body instantly warmed, and he wrapped her in his arms, their bodies comfortably and trustingly molded together in a perfect, reminiscent shape. He buried his face in her hair, smelling her lovely scent of lemon and shadow.

"Mada?"

"hmmm?"

"I've always trusted you"

Madara smiled, and closed his eyes, dreaming of a beautiful shadow spiriting him away.

Pein yawned, walking into the lounge the next morning. He saw Madara on his side, asleep and looking calm.

"Duuuuudddeee. Make me breakfastttt" He said, he stood back up then froze when a booted leg entiwined itself with Madara's.

FUCK!

Hinata was sleeping with him! When he peered over he saw she was fully dressed, but firmly pressed against Madara's chest. He felt a pang of jealousy, then quickly squashed it. He's loved her forever.

Madara popped one eye open, and groaned.

"What are you doing Pein?" He murmured, smiling when Hinata snuggled in closer and growled. Pein scratched his head, looking around.

"I might go buy breakfast" He walked out, hating himself for possibly loving his best friends girl.

Madara peered at Hinata, whose legs and arms were all entwined with his. He savoured the moment, sliding his hand over her hair.