Another Note: I still don't own the Naruto series!! ;P

Something that occurred to me as soon as I posted the first chapter was that I forgot to include what Shinji looks like.

From top to bottom: He is 168 cm tall with his hair at a medium length (same length as Itachi's), light brown hair, which is tied back (like all the Hyuuga clan's male members). He has a nose, that resembles Neji's (cause they are cousins duh!). He also had shiny, white teeth (from years of correctly brushing and flossing). Shinji he has a lightly toned body, which he wore a white kimono top over. He also had well defined legs much like his body, which he wore black, slightly loose, yet soft pants. *(((Secret that will be revealed in future chapters)))*--- (he wears a chain under his shirt, in which the Uchiha symbol hangs from.)

Now the story continues---

"Shinji-kun," Zabuza said as he began to sit on the sofa closest to the door, in which we entered the hideout. "You never told me, why you left your village," Zabuza reminded me, as I followed his path.

"I left because I figured that they would have thrown me in prison, considering the fact that I killed my younger sibling," I said as I winded up sitting on the same sofa as him without even noticing.

"Oh, so you've got a killing streak, eh?" he asked smirking at me showing his razor-sharp, bright teeth.

"I didn't just kill him in cold blood, I had a reason," I said, looking down at my interlocked hands which we're placed in my lap. I was scared that if I look in his direction I wouldn't be able to look away.

"So, what's the reason?" he asked, beginning to seem impatient.

"Well," I began to explain, while hiding my emotions; "The Hyuuga clan has this tradition in which the older of the two closest age in siblings is marked with a curse, allowing the younger of the two control the older into protecting them. It turned out that I was going to have to protect my sibling cause I was older than him, so to avoid the whole situation I killed him in fear of being controlled. He was thirteen years old, three years younger than I was at the time. The thing is though I was going to be a twin at birth, my sister being released before me. She ended up in the intensive care unit. A month later she died, unable to survive because she respiratory failure. I wouldn't have controlled her though because I can take care of myself." I explained in a slight daze, to the now in shock Zabuza. "Here I am now, a year after I left, due to the death of my cousin."

"Wow, that's really deep, Shin," he said still in shock. "Do you ever regret having done it?" he then asked.

"No, because I wouldn't have met you, and I couldn't see myself anywhere else but here with you, Senpai," I said, as my voice started to crack.

I began to cry, still looking down into my lap. I became afraid of what Zabuza would say or do while I sat there in front of him crying. When all the sudden, I felt a strong, masculine hand reach up and wrap around my cheek and wipe away the tears beginning to escape my eyes. I looked up at him to notice that he had a very tender, caring look upon his face.

The door to the hideout suddenly opened, and at that instant Zabuza removed his hand so quickly that I didn't even notice it was gone till I turned around to see the door open. A delicate, feminine teenager walked in through the door holding many brown, paper bags.

I got up from my comfortable spot on the sofa next to Zabuza, whom was now distracted by a magazine he began to start reading. I walked over to the feminine, teenage boy holding three paper bag filled to the brim with groceries and medicines.

"Need some help, Haku-kun?" I asked, wanting to be helpful.

"Yes please, Shinji-kun," he replied as he handed over one of the bags, I took another one from him so that he didn't have to carry them all anymore.

I walked over to the garnet, kitchen counter and set down the heavy, full bags beginning to unload them onto the counter. Haku did the same.

"How was your day, Shinji-kun?" Haku asked with a slightly wide, caring smile on his face.

"It was tiring, and your's?" I asked with a small grin.

"My day was very noisy considering the fact that the village is normally quiet, and fearful," he replied, seeming careless.

"That's bizarre," the ninja sitting on the sofa said, now joining in the conversation.