Start the Machine

- all I can see is you -

chapter three; he had never seen the beauty of day

Hinata's POV

The first night I stayed there, I did not sleep well. I was constantly tossing and turning, and my whole body would not cease sweating. Each time I would drift out of conciousness, his face would appear in my mind...

I had probably about two hours of sleep before the morning came. Sasuke didn't say much to me. He seemed to always be lost in thought. I often wondered what he was thinking about, but I would never dare to ask.

A few days passed, and every day felt like it was the same. The days seemed to go by much faster than the nights, for each night I was uneasy and paranoid. I would lay awake for hours with my mind wide awake, unable to block out my loud thoughts. I found myself thinking about Sasuke more than what was appropriate. I was always asking myself questions about him, wondering where he had been and what he had seen.

Sasuke had killed innocent people that I cared about. Sasuke was not a good man. He was powerful, and sometimes terrifying. He was nonchalant about everything, and didn't seem to like or care about much. It seemed like he only spoke me to when it was necessary, he didn't really enjoy my company, that was for sure... But then again, I don't think he ever really enjoyed anybody's company.

However, on the fifth night I had spent with him, Sasuke asked me a strange question. He told me to sit at the table with him, so I did as ordered. His skin was as clean as white porcelain, and he looked at me with his jet black eyes as if he were studying me; as if he were trying to see into my mind. My stomach fluttered with anxiety.

"I want to ask you something." He said, and I nodded. "There's just something about you that I need to understand."

"Of course, what is it?"

"Why don't you hate me?"

At this, I was utterly shocked. I definitely was not expecting him to ask me something like that.

"W-What do you mean?" I queried.

"Did I stutter?" A look of irritation crossed his handsome features.

"No... I just..." I had no idea what to say.

"Just answer it."

"I suppose I don't see any point in hating you." I answered honestly. The whole conversation was making me very nervous.

"But I have helped committ terrible crimes against you and those you care about. I have assited in taking away for freedom, turning you into nothing but a worthless slave, and now that is all you will ever be. Do you feel no hatred at all? No need to seek revenge?"

"No... Hating you will not give me back my freedom. It will not give me back the lives of those who were lost. It will not change anything. Hatred is a useless emotion..."

Sasuke scoffed. "What a foolish thing to say. This whole world is thrived off of hatred. How do you think the Uchiha grew so strong? We used the hatred we felt towards all those around us, and turned it against them. We became the most powerful clan in the nation, using one thing; the hatred in our hearts."

"But if all you can ever see is hatred, how could you see the beauty this world also has to offer?"

He looked at me for a moment, his eyes piercing into my very soul. I was scared to say anything else, I didn't want him to get angry at my opinion of his awful views on the world. "There is no such thing as beauty. Beauty is simple and materialistic. Hatred is mighty and powerful. No one has ever conquered an entire village using the power of love."

"Well... Because no one who possessed the power of love, ever felt the need to take over a village. When you love something, you don't want to hurt it or destroy it. You want to watch it blossom."

"You are naive." Sasuke sneered, seemingly angry by my previous statement. "Love gets you no where. Love will only sink you into the ground. Look at the two of us? You grew up a loving person, and look where you are now? I grew up thrived off my clan's hatred, and look where I am?"

His words stung. I knew he had a point, but it didn't change my perspective. I had never been a hateful person, and that wasn't about to change. Though I held resentment in my heart towards Sasuke and his family, there was a fine line between that and hate. I felt sorry for Sasuke, because I realized then, that he had never seen the beauty of day. All he had ever been able to see, was the darkness, and the evil hatred that lay within it. I could hardly fathom a life where one is raised only to hate and to murder.

I was beginning to understand why he was the way he was.

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