It was fair to say that Hyuga Hinata was having a bad day.

Of course, was even fair to say that said female was having an absolutely terrible day. Life always tended to be dull amidst the Hyuga house, but today was the day she finally had the title of Heiress revoked from her. She would no longer be the future owner of the family business. Being replaced by her younger sister, Hanabi, would have been just fine any other day, she would have congratulated her sister with a polite smile and a hug, whilst Hanabi would look at her with her fathers steely eyes, the smugness almost killing Hinata's smile. But not today. This caused Hinata to avoid her sister, father, and beloved cousin. This caused her to slip out of her house. No, this day was indeed very eventful compared to her usual Hyuga life.

Today she confessed to him.

It did not go well.

Hapless, helpless and out of options, she found herself in front of a building her father despised, perhaps just to spite him, perhaps because she has no where else to go.

She had grown to hate her father after the passing of her mother, but had only noticed the greatness of her loathing after todays events, which could only be described as disastrous. She shuddered in remembrance.

She supposes it is because she stutters copiously around people, or because she looks too much like her mother, or maybe because she does not dress in flattering, expensive clothes that shows she has a rich lifestyle, in fact perhaps it could be-

No. She has torn herself down all her life. This day, however, would be different. This day, would be her last.

It was too easy to break into the Uchiha building, she was very much a Hyuga, (no matter how much her father wished she was not), this was no task for her. What did prove to be challenge was getting to the top.

(Hey, she was small okay? There were a lot of stairs.)

Which is how she ended up here, sitting on a ledge with Uchiha Sasuke of all people, rarely talking, and drinking from a shady looking gin bottle whilst other of the same brand lay broken and forgotten behind the pair. Hinata assumed the bottles cost a small fortune, judging from the rich taste and the simple fact that an Uchiha would never be caught dead-literally, in this case- beside cheap gin.

She hated this silence. Willing herself to say anything, anything, to the boy beside her, she opened her mouth, made some form of stuttering, strange, stupid noise and quickly shut herself up by shoving some more gin down her throat.

She was so fucking awkward.

The pair had spoken very little since she had walked in on his suicide attempt, which didn't surprise her, she couldn't talk without her stammer, and he seemed to be hellbent on the death of words, only uttering a "pass me the bottle" and a "It's fucking freezing out here" once every century, or so it seemed.

He did however, surprise her by beginning, unprompted, about how he believed people looked like orbs from above. She did not agree with him, but refused to voice her opinion in the matter - his voice was low, soothing, tranquil, and transported the Hyuga to a place where there was no fathers, or sisters, or companies, or dead mothers, or Naru-

There was no sadness.

Closing her eyes, she let his voice become her world, the incoherent mumbling of a drunken man captivating the only thing on her mind. She believed it wasn't just herself he was distracting, all this nonsense abut orbs was surely to keep Sasuke from his equally- if not even more messed up- life.

She was sure she was falling asleep until a massively strong wind picked up, and chilled her to the bone. She had managed to escape from a security ridden Hyuga event, sneak into a building worth more than she could possibly imagine, and was able to actually talk to the Sasuke Uchiha, but it seemed that she was not bright enough to take a jacket with her.

Oh god.

Sasuke was busy staring at the world below him, explaining to the little Hyuga his clever hypothesis over why people looked like orbs- not ants- when he felt her shiver violently at his side. What the...?

The idiot has forgotten to take a jacket.

Well, shit, doesn't she know that coats and jackets go at the top of your "Things To Take Whilst Going To Go Kill Yourself" list? Oh well. He took of his own source of warmth, and placed at over her shoulders, earning a shocked "eep" in return, and briefly wondering why the hell he should be chivalrous in his actions, he barely knows her, he's cold himself, and he's going to die anyway.

But he's not a total dick, despite what people believe.

The Hyuga doesn't treat him like he is one, but she certainly doesn't fawn over him, like most females. To avoid a blow to his ego, Sasuke tells himself that girls don't tend to flirt with boy's whilst debating whether or not to commit suicide, which reminds him-

"Why the fuck are you here?"

Not used to the sudden loudness, the girl jumped rather noticeable before choking out a response. "W-well, I though t-that was c-c-clear."

He spoke much more gentle from then on, noticing that Hinata becomes way too easily frightened and blushes profusely when spoken to in loud, harsh tones. "No, stupid," just because he was speaking softer, didn't mean he would filter his speech itself for her, "why does someone like you decide to jump? You're a Hyuga, your family are just about the closest thing to being perfect."

You included.

Wait, where did that come from?

"Y-you see," she took a deep breath, "Ifellinlovewithaboywhodoesn'tfeelthesameway."

It took Sasuke a while to decipher what Hinata said, he was drunk after all, but when it finally came to him, he scoffed loudly, "That's it?"

"No, actually, I've though about it constantly since my mother died, and even more since I got replaced by my little sister, for fuck's sake, she's practically a child" the drink was most definitely kicking in now, "yet my father believes she is more competent than me. So what does that make me? I've been nothing but a failure all my life, and I fear it will never end unless I end it myself, Sasuke."

She looked him dead in the eye and kept contact for what seemed like years, until she began to tear up, and he couldn't help it, because she looked just so fucking sad in his jacket that was way too big for her, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and let her cry into him until she stopped. "Well, I think you deserve to hear my story now little one, don't you?"

She growled at the nickname, but nodded anyway.

"Wait a minute, actually, out of curiosity, who's the boy?"

"U-uzumaki Naruto- wait, what a-are you laughing a-at?

"Oh, nothing in particular."

A/N

Well, it's longer.

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Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto, if i did, believe me, Lee would be drunk all the time.