It was strange not being around the man that she had spent so many years with, but now she was spending time with a different man. Everyone was giving them weird stares as they walked down the hallway hand-in-hand. A lot of people were whispering, others made no effort to hide their gawking, and others gave weird looks as they walked by.
Hinata's head was on a swivel, she was trying to look at every weird stare, trying to find out what they were gawking about partially, but mostly trying to find Sasuke, and pray that she didn't have to meet his disapproving stare. Hinata looked up at Kiba's face, proud as ever, looking at nothing and no one except for his goal down the hall. He was pulling Hinata along and helping her navigate the crowded hallways of passing period. They were going to the class where Kiba and Sasuke got into a fight about a week ago, and where all three had class together.
Eventually, the inevitable happened. Sasuke was in a group talking to Naruto, Shikamaru, Kankuro and Neji, whom were all football players as well. Sasuke was against the lockers and facing Hinata and Kiba as they walked by. Hinata sneaked a look at him, and she saw his icy glare, which really wasn't any different than his normal face. But as they cleared the group of Sasuke and his goons, Hinata could feel their eyes on her back, and it chilled her to the core.
Now it was class time, and Kiba was sitting next to Hinata, sharing her textbook and making every effort to shove the fact that Hinata was now his girlfriend in Sasuke's face. But as Kiba kept looking over, Sasuke seemed to be paying no mind. He was talking with other people, laughing, and never once did he look over at the two.
It vexed Kiba as much as it saddened Hinata to see Sasuke doing well without her. She started rethinking her worth to him, and wondering if losing her was something that he wanted. Because for a few moments, he seemed to be the happy, joyful, welcoming Sasuke that she once knew. And she was still trying to find herself.
Kiba kissed her once more before walking into his class. The bell to start class had long since rung, but Kiba wanted to prove to everyone that he and Hinata were madly in love, or so it seemed.
"I'll catch you later babe," Kiba smiled before he slipped into the classroom, late as usual. The hallway was practically empty and Hinata smiled as she started to walk to her locker to get her lunch. She had first lunch while Kiba had second lunch, Sasuke had first lunch too, and she wasn't looking forward to seeing him with all of their old friends sitting at the lunch table together.
Or were they her friends anymore? She didn't know. She hardly had any friends to call her own anyway. Sasuke had always made friends for her, and Hinata always went along with it. This being alone thing was still so new to her.
As Hinata finally made it down to her locker, she started to twist the lock to her combination. When suddenly, someone spoke to her and surprised her.
"Hinata, what the hell are you doing?" asked a voice that she knew too well. She pulled open her locker and stared at her feet, her eyes begging her to cry. Were these tears of joy? Tears of sadness? Tears of fear? She hadn't the slightest idea.
"Hinata," the angry voice said again. "What the hell are you doing?"
Hinata decided it best to stay silent. She grabbed her locker door and stared down at her books and binders on the bottom.
A hand grabbed her shoulder and whirled her around. She met his dark, angry eyes and she knew that Sasuke was angry with her, not that that was any different than any other day though.
He stared into her lavender eyes, and she stared into his onyx eyes, then something inside her broke. She hardened her expression to match his cold stare, and made no notion of wanting to back down.
Sasuke reached over and slammed her locker shut, then he took a step forward, and with it, Hinata took a step back and pressed herself against her locker, never letting her angry gaze waver.
Sasuke put his hands on either side of her, and stared down into her eyes. After a few moments of the cold show down, he spoke.
"Do you think that this stupid childish game that you're playing will have any effect on me?" he asked.
Once again, Hinata said nothing, so Sasuke was left with no choice but to speak again.
"I hope you know, that you're making yourself look bad. Everyone knows what you're trying to do," Sasuke moved his face closer to hers and she could feel the heat of his breath on her face. "and everyone knows what Kiba is trying to do too, for revenge on me."
Hinata pressed herself against the locker as hard as she could, and took a deep breath and let her chest rise with it.
Sasuke studied her face, and then he slammed his fist as hard as he could against the locker. Hinata jumped a little bit and grew wide eyed as she looked to where he hit and noticed the dent.
"God dammit!" Sasuke yelled as he looked away angrily, trying to keep his cool. He wasn't sure if he was angry at himself or Hinata anymore, but he continued nonetheless.
"Go ahead Hinata, make an ass out of yourself, get used by that asshole, but just know that I won't be there when he leaves you broken." Sasuke removed his hands from either side of her and he straightened his back as he shoved his hands in his pockets, then he forced a chuckle.
"I told you to stop being a little girl, but you couldn't do that could you? Now you're lost without me, and you have no idea what to do. Admit it, you have no friends, no one would like you if it wasn't for me," Sasuke clenched his teeth so hard that his jaw was hurting. "Now you're just some bitch who I fucked, and everyone knows it," he took one final glare at her, and then he turned to walk away, hands still in his pockets.
Hinata closed her eyes and breathed heavily. She wanted to say something, to defend herself, but what could she do? He was Sasuke, she was herself, and she couldn't do anything to hurt him.
"Y-You're wrong," she finally whispered.
Sasuke turned around to look at her, and she peeled herself from the lockers and she stared at him for a moment. Then in another burst of courage, she spoke up.
"You're wrong," she repeated, now with more force and courage.
Sasuke raised his eyebrow at her, like he wasn't amused with what she had just said, but also like he was surprised that she stood up to him.
Hinata took another brave step forward, "I'll always be the little girl that you could never accept, and maybe this is good for me. I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm still trying to find it," Hinata closed her eyes briefly, exhaled, and spoke again, "I want my stuff back from your house, all of it. It's mine, and for once, I don't want to share it with you. I'll be over later tonight to pick it up," she told him.
Then she walked away in the other direction, feeling good about standing up to him, but also feeling like she hadn't said anything hurtful enough to counter that of which he said to her. But maybe hurtful wasn't her style, maybe she wasn't like Sasuke. And for once in a long time, she was okay with that.
She knocked on his door, it was cold out and she was shivering under her coat, scarf, and hat. She had to walk to his house, because her car was in the shop getting fixed. She was greeted with a glaring Sasuke, who seemed like he was distressed. His hair was messed up and his cheeks were red, if she hadn't known any better, it seemed like he was crying.
He forcefully handed her the box and slammed the door shut. Hinata didn't even have time to thank him. She started to walk to the white gate that led to the path of Sasuke's house, digging for her things in the box. She found a hairbrush of hers, a shirt, a blanket of hers that they used to snuggle under late at night, and of course, pictures of them together ranging from around nine years old to their recent homecoming picture.
Hinata smiled as she pulled out a picture of her and Sasuke around nine years old, he was so dopey and funny back then. He used to be a little kid with glasses, who liked to read and played football. He also said that one day he was going to be a famous scientist and build a time machine for Hinata so that they could always go back and relive their happiest moments.
Hinata smiled nostalgically as she opened the white picket gate and stepped onto the sidewalk to walk home.
She remembered the past all too well, before Sasuke became the person who he was today, so power hungry and cold. She loved him so back in those days of innocence, back before he lost the one real thing he's ever known.
Hinata remembered going for walks in the Spring time, only to be rained out and forced to run home in the pouring rain. Sometimes it even hailed, and they would hold Hinata's ever present scarf over them to add some kind of barrier from the hail.
Hinata wondered if Sasuke had given back her old yellow scarf, she rummaged through the box, unsure of whether she saw it or not.
Hinata finally stopped walking and propped the box on another person's white picket fence. She knitted her eyebrows as she frantically searched for it. Maybe Sasuke had thrown it away? After all, it was such an old dirty thing.
Hinata shrugged it off and continued to walk home, thinking about Sasuke as a part of her past. And surprisingly, she didn't feel sad about it all being ended. She looked back at it as a happy time, and did not miss him, because she still felt so close to him and so affected by him. She knew in her heart of hearts that he made her a better person, and taught her many lessons.
Little did Hinata know, however, that the scarf she was looking for was in Sasuke's hands as we speak. Sasuke was lying on his bed in his room, in the dark, and holding onto her scarf, because it reminded him of her innocence, and it still faintly smelled of her. He wondered if she missed him too, he wondered if she'd come back, he also wondered if he had torn everything up with his little outburst at school earlier that day.
He also knew that no matter what, he'd always love her, and he'd always want to protect her. After all, he started this power spree for her sake, because he wanted her to feel safe and secure with him, although he didn't explain himself properly at times, and he got angry when he felt that she was doing something to jeopardize the world he created for her.
He also wondered if this is what love really was, to want somebody to be happy, to want to protect somebody, even if you're not with that somebody. Sasuke breathed in the scent of her yellow scarf, and then he turned his body to face the ceiling, and eventually fell asleep, with her on his mind and in his heart.
Hope you guys liked it! I feel like this chapter was horribly written, and that nothing really happened. But on the other hand, if you look at the emotional aspect of it, it's a pretty big chapter! ^-^ And just for all of those who haven't caught on yet, this chapter was based off of the song, All Too Well by Taylor Swift. No, I'm not a big Taylor Swift fan, but it just seemed to fit the mood of the chapter. please keep reading and leave me a review!