I own nothing.

I refuse to put that as a disclaimer

If I owned something, would I be here?

Hinata was caught. Big time. She twirled quickly, flattening herself against the tree. With any luck, and luck at all, Sakura's eyes would be too misty for her to believe she had seen her.

But of course, there is no such luck.

"Hinata? I know I saw you." Sakura's voice floated on the wind, the sounds of her geta slapping her feet got closer, and closer. And Hinata had yet to figure a way out of this situation. Hinata ran shaky hands down the folds of her kimono, making sure that everything was in order.

"Oh, Sakura! You're hear today? Meeting Neji?" Hinata smiled a pleasant smile. It was a smile, yes, but not one that portrayed friendliness. It was cold, a standard 'I-am-only-smiling-because-it-would-be-rude-to-not-smile' smile.

"Were you not spying on me?" Sakura questioned. Her eyes were clouded. Hinata couldn't tell if they were hurt, excited, depressed, or angry.

"No! I was, uh,' Hinata turned, and read the first name she saw on a plaque, 'looking at the sunflowers!" Hinata pointed to the bright yellow flower. "Marvelous."

"Hinata, why are you being so formal?" Sakura took a step, bringing her closer. Her sleeves swayed, and the back of her obi flashed behind her. It was intoxicating.

Hinata bowed quickly. "I have to go." Muttering a good-bye, she quickly shuffled away, leaving Sakura behind. A tear slipped down her cheek, it glistened for a moment on her chin, then fell into her kimono where it was quickly absorbed into the lovely fabric. It made a dark circle.

Hinata rubbed at her eyes. This was a lovely kimono, she refused to dirty it.

At market, Hinata bought a new bag of rice, haggled for some fish, and bought two pounds of dried mushrooms. In truth, she was just spending money. She did not need these, but the argue for a better price took her mind off of Sakura. On her way home, she spied a kimono store. She walked in, spying the lovely long sleeved kimono that would look lovely on Sakura, and the ones that she yearned to wear herself. Hinata sighed, those days were over.

Shuffling to the older, or married, women's section, she marveled at a few of the more expensive, lovely ones that she itched to buy. But she had already bought enough, and a room needed to be added or refurbished for the new baby. Money could not be wasted. On her way out, she spotted a bin with hara-obi in it. Her gazed darkened. She would need to buy those soon, and she truly wished that she did not have too.

At home, she carefully put everything away. She grabbed for a pot to begin making tea, and her hands immediately found the one that Sakura liked the best. It was a golden brown, cranes where in flight with bridges in the background. It was a very pretty, used for special occasion, teapot. Hinata's eyes watered. So many memories were based on this pot.

"Hinata! Your kitchen is so lovely!" Sakura exclaimed. Sakura lived in a relatively small house, the kitchen no bigger then 5x6, while Hinata's own was 10x10. Hinata and Sakura wore their training clothes. It was before they began to wear kimono in earnest, and just when they began to go out.

Hinata was still shaken by this. It had caught her off guard, liking Sakura this way. Sakura had known herself for awhile. It took a while for her to accept it, but she knew it.

Hinata was shaking as she pulled down a teapot, not noticing what she grabbed. Her hand slipped on the handle, and the teapot began to fall. Sakura was behind her quickly, her front against her back, her left hand on Hinata's left, her right hand grabbing the teapot mid-air.

Her voice was close, her breath warm against her ear, "Autumn brown, with cranes. I like it."

Sakura's smile was always so lovely.

Hinata couldn't bring herself to make tea in it. She had only ever used that pot with Sakura. To use it now, lonely and without her love, would soil the memories.

She grabbed a plain white one, and swiftly made tea. Pouring, and breathing in the steam from the tea, calmed Sakura. She began to drink it, sipping it gracefully. She got up to put on some shamisen music when Naruto came home. I forgot it's Friday. He comes home early then.

Hinata bowed. "Hello dear. Would you like some tea?" Naruto visibly sagged.

"Yes dear." It was all formality.

Hinata helped him out of his shoes, and into his house slippers. Then, shuffling back to the kitchen, she retrieved a matching tea cup. She brought it to him, and filled it up. He drank it quickly, caring not for the heat of it.

Hinata took his jacket, and loosened his shirt by undoing a button. It was more then what she would normally do, but Naruto deserved something for his efforts.

As Hinata was about to raise, and turn away from him, her grabbed her hand and pulled him towards her. Her crushed his lips against her's, forcing his tongue into her mouth. Hinata could taste sake on his breath, the stench made her gag.

Hinata pushed Naruto away forcibly, "I may be your wife but I am not yours to take!"

And it was out there.

Just like that.

Hinata's hands flew to her mouth. But it was too late, the words were already said, the damage done. Naruto groaned.

"I heard nothing."

Naruto hiccupped, and stumbled into bed.

Hinata slept on the couch that night.

The next morning, Sakura was at her door.

"Sakura?" Hinata questioned. Hinata had just got done bathing, and it was quite the experience. Naruto had asked her to bath with him, and as his wife, she was forced to oblige. They did nothing, but the lust was there.

"I wanted to talk about what happened yesterday."

"I heard nothing."

"You head everything." Hinata couldn't tell if Sakura was angry or not.

"I heard nothing. I do not spy." Hinata sniffed, indicating that that kind of activity was below her.

"You spied." Sakura's angry eyes stared into Hinata's. "Hinata, what has happened to you? You have abandoned love for what? And unhappy life? And now you go about breaking every moral you have? Where is the woman I love?"

"There was no love." Hinata's eyes teared. "There never was."