So I heard someone say that Sarada wouldn't go to Sasuke. I'd like to point out that seeing her mother and the Hokage that she respects so much would shatter her trust. Sarada being emotionally broken would turn to her father because he seemed like the only person she could rely on in this. You'll see their relationship develop throughout the story so read, review and enjoy. I've had to replace this shit like 6 times for editing. Fanfiction keeps fucking up parts of the story so please enjoy the best you can! Please Review. It means alot to me. Flame and I won't give any fucks!

The Hokage was pacing the room his blond head of hair looking more matted and dull than usual. In the sofa of his office sat a crying pink-haired woman looking more dead than alive. The blond had been searching by himself to see that Sarada was in the village but she seemed nowhere to be found. He skipped over Hinata's house not wanting to hear her gentle voice forgive him again. Thinking about Hinata made guilt eat away at his insides but he tried to push it down. It will be fine. She will forgive me once again. Or so he thought. At first, it wasn't noticeable. No replies to his letter, radio silence when he sent her gifts, no emails on the torturous computer. But little by little he began to notice. No dinners were sent, Letters were not being written, as usual, Hell even his clothes that had been sent to her had returned dirty and possibly even grosser. He asked Shikamaru about it who looked just as surprised as he did. But then he uttered a sentence Naruto thought he would never hear.

"Huh. Looks like your sweet little Hinata is ignoring you. Troublesome."

And troublesome it was. Pacing the office right now he couldn't help but to want to have some of Hinata's delicious cooking. He had taken lots of things for granted but Sakura was always there for him. Or so he thought. Looking at her now she seemed to be on the verge of disappointment.

Feeling eyes on her Sakura turned her watery green eyes to him, touching the deepest pits of his soul.

"Don't worry blossom-chan," he said smiling at his nickname for her. "Everything is gonna be alright."

At the same time, his stomach started to grumble and Sakura began to laugh.

"Baka! I'm gonna cook soon. Your gonna have to wait for a little while."

Naruto sat down the Uchiha symbol on the couch making him flinch. The aroma out the kitchen smelled decent but Naruto knew it wouldn't satisfy his craving.

Man. I really miss Hinata's cooking. He thought leaning into the comfy couch. Not realizing the mistakes he made would haunt him soon.

Another sleepless night. She really was gonna have to keep herself in check if she were going to survive. It was cold last night and sleeping on her bare mattress with her daughter's quilt over her- No doubt Himawari came in her room last night- was no help to her conscious. She needed advice and before she even knew it she was on her way to the graveyard, flowers in hand along with a picnic she packed.

But of course, she hadn't been able to escape alone. When she was halfway out the door Himawari came rushing down with Sarada both girls hand in hand. She groaned knowing she was gonna have to pack more food made her head hurt a little. Looking at the lump on the couch she expected some help but only received a grunted "Hn". Not wanting to disturb him she left taking the two girls with her. She had to give Sarada one of Boruto's coats because the morning air was chilly but it seemed to fit her just fine. Boruto would be back soon and it was only a matter of time before Himawari told him what had happened. It was not gonna go well. Sighing, trying to clear her thoughts of her rather angsty son she turned to take a glance at the girls only to be met with black obsidian orbs.

" , Why does Papa call you a Hyuga?"

She shrugged. She herself didn't know either. She found herself not wanting to correct him. She was pretty sure some of the things Sasuke sad only made sense to him so she chose not to dwell on it. Too much.

"Can I call you Ms. Hyugga instead of ."

"Sure if it makes you comfortable Sarada-chan."

The girls' question bothered her in ways she wouldn't like to admit. It brought images of her husband unfaithfulness back to life and that's something she didn't want to think about. She was waiting to ask Neji about it.

"Sarada onee-chan are you gonna visit someone? My mommy visits uncle Neji. My Uncle Neji saved many many people. He even saved Mommy."

At her words, Hinata felt tears well up in her eyes and had to force them down. She was glad that Hima knew about her uncle. Then another thought hit her. Did Hima just call Sarada onee chan?

"I come sometimes to visit Uncle Itachi on my own time. I think he likes when I visit so I do 3 times a year. This is the first time in a while that I broke that tradition." she smiled gently at Hima. Sarada never thought about having a sibling but feeling the smaller hand in hers made her want one. Looking over at the Hyuga woman she couldn't help but feel pity for her. But then the woman gave her a glance. Sarada was now looking at the way she walked, her head held high despite it being lowered so often. And it all screamed one thing.

Don't pity me.

The threesome split up as Sarada headed towards her uncle's grave while Hinata and Hima headed to the other. As Hinata neared Neji's grave two familiar brown-haired buns. She hadn't heard them yet but it was close enough for them to hear her voice tinted with sadness.

"Hey, Neji. If your listening right now then I know you're smirking in that arrogant way of yours. Lee couldn't make it today but I'm sure that you prefer your hearing intact. I brought some food for you. Hope you—"

Sensing the two presences the weapon mistress turned around. When she saw who it was her smile brightened, beautiful and welcoming as always. Hinata felt relieved. Someone to share the grief with she thought as she reached her old friend.

"Haven't seen you in a while."

"Tenten-chan I'm sorry."

"No problem." whispered the kunoichi. Seeing the woman made tears come to her eyes. Being in front of Neji's grave was also aiding in it and she almost began to cry her heart out. Almost.

"And who is the young lady here?" said Tenten despite her already knowing.

"My name is Himawari but Mommy calls me Hima and Sasu-chan calls me annoying."

Tenten didn't say anything but one of her brows rose at "Sasu-chan. Thanking Kami that she didn't comment, Hinata kneeled in front of the grave ready to spill her problems. Tenten and Hinata exchanged looks as prepared to ask for advice. The look between established the women's trust in each other. Without hesitation, Hinata jumped into the story while Tenten sent Hima to Sarada's direction. When Hinata finished the story silence filled the room. A wind that came out of nowhere whipped through her hair and Hinata wondered briefly if it was Neji. Opening her eyes Hinata brushed it off. But as she was leaving she could've sworn that she saw a streak of long brown hair.

Naruto awoke from his nap careful not to awake his lover. Glancing at the clock Naruto realized that it 6:00. When's the last time I was home? He thought scratching his head. Getting up he walked through Sakura's kitchen pulling out a glass. Setting it on the counter he began to search for some food and when he succeeded he turned around to grab his glass. But it wasn't there. Feeling uneasy Naruto searched and found the glass right next to a picture he would never forget. His arm was draped over Hinata's shoulders. The girl looked close to fainting. On her right stood her cousin. Standing next to Neji were the rest of Team Gai smiling so bright it would blind those who weren't used to it. But that wasn't what caught his attention. Though Hinata was secure in his arm his eyes were on the girl to his left. The girl with bubblegum hair and forest green eyes. Though he held Hinata he had his eyes on Sakura. He always had eyes for Sakura. Only for her.

Naruto took the glass and quickly filled it with sake instead of water like he originally planned. When he was on the second cup he heard the sound of glass shattering. He ran over to find the picture frame was shattered, the crack starting in between him and Hinata's bushing form. A presence that wasn't there before now filled the room and Naruto's eyes went wide when he recognized the chakra emanating from that person. Standing still, he couldn't find the will to turn around, not fearing who was standing there but the reason why. Finally, he found the balls to turn around. Naruto was too late though. By the time he turned around he only got a glimpse long brown hair before waking up. He emptied his stomach while Sakura fretted over him, but he wouldn't listen. He ran to the kitchen in a panic, trying to reassure his racing heart. When he arrived at the kitchen he sighed with relief. Brushing it off as a dream he walked back towards his room ready for sleep.

Only for him to step on a broken picture frame.

"DAMMIT!" Hinata screamed glaring at her heater. The damn thing wasn't working. She wondered why shit couldn't stay working in this house. No pun intended. She groaned feeling tears well up in her eyes again for the thirtieth time that day. Finally, giving up she let them flow, thinking that maybe she should save some if the water went off. She chuckled at her own joke and now began to sob. What was she going to do? She had not asked that question in a while but now found herself pondering over it. When this week was up Sasuke would leave, leaving Hinata with three kids to take care of. Meaning groceries would be tripled and clothes needed to get bought. But that's not what worried her. She had plenty of her own for things like that. But the bills? Hinata was screwed. Boruto literally used a sink full of water to clean his face. Hima liked to sleep with the air conditioner on. And the way her marriage was going would no doubt lead to a nasty divorce. All of this lead to one thing.

She needed a job.

Leaning her head against the Hinata wondered what job would be enough to support three kids. The answer slapped her in the face when she saw a kunai near the entrance of the stairs. Fuck!

She needed to become kunoichi.

Damn it! Hinata slumped against the wall feeling another wave of sobs hit her.

She needed some stability.

As her eyelids became heavier the Hyuga women was almost oblivious to the strong arms that wrapped around her body. She knew it was Sasuke and she smiled at the thought.

She needed….

Sasuke laid the sleepy woman on her bed grabbing covers and sheets on his way. No one should sleep on a bare bed. It was pathetic. Laying Hinata's head on the pillow he only made it a few steps before a small calloused hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him down. He fell on the soft bed making a grunt as he did so. Her soft body felt warm against his but it was improper to sleep in the same bed with her and they both knew it. Getting up again he was in his way out, only for her words to stop him.

"Stay with me Sasuke. Keep my bad dreams away."

Hinata smiled, the feeling of strong arms wrapping around her body and the mumbled words "for heat" reassuring that the Uchiha was staying with her for the night. Hinata knew of all of the things she needed and all of the things she didn't. She didn't need love. She didn't need pity and as Sasuke said she didn't need fake smiles. She didn't need modesty but she was pretty sure that was just a natural thing for her. She needed Hima and Boruto. She needed Sarada to feel comfortable around her. She needed to fix the fucking heater.

But as arms began pulling her closer, unconsciously, into their warm inviting embrace Hinata found all her needs ease out her mind, Because right now she only needed one thing.

She needed Sasuke.

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