"Look, I'm not unfit okay? I already told you, there was l-loads of stairs, and I have really small legs, and I w-was sleepy-"

"Alright, I get it, jeez, but when I asked you why it took so long for you to get here, I meant into my life, not up the fucking Uchiha stairs."

"Oh."

Over an hour had passed. Over an hour of mindless chatter, drinking from bottles, and excessive swearing, and Sasuke still did not find the little one annoying. A little slow sure, but she was drunk, so he'd let that pass. He was sure that this was the first girl since his mother that did not make him want to smash his face off something really hard. Then again, however, he was also drunk, so his judgement could be different in the morning.

The morning.

Before this, before her, he was sure there would be no morning, only darkness, and the pavement below him.

To anyone else, a simple meeting between a boy and a girl on a rooftop wouldn't mean much. To Sasuke however, it was life-changing. He was all set to die, then she arrived, and told him openly about her life, and made him believe again. He still wasn't sure if it was Hinata or the alcohol that convinced him to tell her about his life, but now that he had finally told someone, he felt uplifted.

Was this happiness?

Hinata soon realised that Sasuke was a broody, reflective type of drunk. Come to think of it, he was a broody, reflective type of human. For some reason, it didn't actually bother her that he didn't talk much, and preferred scowls to smiles. In fact, the young Hyuga welcomed him and his personality, it was so different from the other men surrounding her small life -he is too stoic to be like Naruto, too cocky to be compared to Shino, and swears way too much, unlike her Hyuga cousin. He was just...Sasuke.

But unlike the blonde boy she had fallen for, he understands her when she is being subtle, and unlike her kind, quite friend, he doesn't treat her as if she will break, and unlike Neji, he tells her how he feels. He is different indeed, and she decides that she wants - no, needs someone like him in her life.

He lets her drink, lets her be independent, allows her to speak freely, and if he disagrees with something, he'll state his own opinion, but let her keep her own. He lets her be a fucking somebody, and not just any ol' somebody.

He lets her be Hinata.

It dawns on Hinata that she has not been herself in a very long time, usually serving as vocal punching bag for her father, or the one Naruto goes to for advice concerning certain pink-haired girls, or the one to always be compared to the Hyuga prodigy/her older cousin.

It's a strange mix of the very strong alcohol she's still drinking, and the conclusion that Sasuke has became, in this short space of time, an extremely precious person to her which causes her to snuggle closer into him.

He however, does not get the message, assumes she wants space, and bumps up a little allowing her room. This causes Hinata to get agitated, shift up closer, causing him to bump away a little more.

Shift. Bump. Shift. Bump. Shif-

"Sasuke! G-goddammit you i-idiot! I'm trying to snuggle into your side, s-stupid."

"Oh." There we are, It seems that drunken Sasuke is a little slower to catch on that non-intoxicated Sasuke, and she has to spell it out for him. Drunken Hinata has no problem helping him catch on, she decides.

He seems to be fine with the notion of letting her cuddle into his side, because when they shift, bump, repeat, back on to his jacket, he pulls her under his arm, and rests his cheek on top of her head, nuzzling into her soft hair, leaving her to wonder if this moment could get any better.

"You have lovely hair, little one."

She was positive she could stay like this forever.

Until she had to pee, of course.

They sit like this for a while, relaxing into the position, both not having experienced human touch for far too long.

Looking up at the dark sky, Hinata stared in wonder at all the stars, casting her eyes over each individual one, spotting big ones that looked like diamonds, boasting in the night air, ones that she was sure were planets, and occasionally her favourites, smaller, harder to find stars, that seemed nothing above average at first, but shone many different colours if you looked at them long enough, displaying a tiny rainbow dance. Yes, these were very much favoured over those big, plain stars. Looking over them again, she wonders what Sasuke's favourites are.

"Hey, little one?" He nudges her lightly. "Your eyes have been darting about the sky for a while now, what's going on in your head?"

"Nothing in particular, I'm just looking for my favourite stars." She knows she sounds a little childish, but with Sasuke, she tend to state what's on her mind, it's not as if he'd judge her or anyth-

"Pfft. You're such a little weirdo." He chuckles, and right then she knows he's not being serious, and this is just his sense of humour, but still, he doesn't have to be such a meanie about it.

"Hey Hinata?" She "mm-hm's" to let him know she's listening. "What's with this?" He uses his free hand to gesture to the pair, and their rather intimate position, and she stiffens immediately, so he backtracks. "Not that I don't like it! It's just, you're all stutter-y one minute, next thing I know your filching my warmth."

She notes that the last part, again, is one of his stupid meanie jokes, so ignores that part. "W-well, it's j-just that, I kinda decided that y-your one of my f-favourite people, in fact, your my most f-favourite."

The dark haired Uchiha doesn't react. "When did you come to this conclusion then, little one?"

"A f-few minutes ago."

She was blushing again, a thing she hadn't done for a good few hours, and was no longer looking at the stars, apparently finding her shoes very interesting at the moment.

She wondered worriedly if he now believed she was one of the stalker girls he'd previously mentioned to her -she had giggled profusely at his stories of them, and he kept yelling "It's not funny!", causing her to laugh more.

He hadn't spoken for a good minute or so and the ex-Heiress was beginning to fret, until she felt his arm wrap tightly around her, and a kiss to the top of her head -this didn't help the blushing- which caused her to produce a slight squeal-type noise, much to her embarrassment.

He either didn't notice -highly unlikely- or he was ignoring it for her sake -very likely- but when Sasuke began to talk again, he didn't mock her using his usual meanie humour.

"Well then, Miss Hyuga, it's a good thing that you're my favourite little person then, isn't it?"

And for the first time that night, when Hinata looked up to his face, she saw a smile so bright it out-shined even her favourite star.

Hello my to my wee gorgeous twenty followers!

Oh God, I'm so late, again.

I've been babysitting my adorable, but very lively one year old niece for the past week. I'm exhausted.

But anyway, as I was writing this I realised that some of you may find Sasuke and Hinata's relationship to be going pretty fast considering they've just met. Well, In my head, they are both just lost souls, and have had no real stability in years, so latch on to trust when they find it.

I'm hoping it's not only me that gets that.

But aye, this whole fanfic will take place where they are now, with perhaps an epilogue, and I will hopefully finish before I get back to school, If not, it'll get done during free periods, promise!

I talked a lot there, sorry.

Review and such, and i'll love you forever.