30-Sasuke

Seriously, that bloody girl wouldn't let him get away! Sure, hot chick, whatever. She came closer to him again, Sasuke nearly chocked on the hair-spray.

"So sweetie, wanna go back to my place? After all it's pretty chilly… And I'm sure I could get you heated up handsome…" The brunette grinned, flashing some pretty white teeth at him.

Sasuke began to loose patience with the stupid fan-girl. "For, fucks sake, I'm married," He flashed his ring "You ought to be ashamed… how old are you?"

"Look sweetie, I'm legal, isn't that all you need to know?"

"Fuck off," He promptly turned and ran, ran for his dear life. When he peeked over his shoulder her noticed she was watching him as he retreated, her mouth and a lip-gloss sticky pout. And a very scary glint in her eyes.

He got out of the village, and down onto the shingled beach. Without a thought he poofed out of his disguise and began again to jog. His legs ached and his heart thudded in his chest, and his thoughts were of Hinata's cooking and whether or not she was recovered enough from the other's days activities to have sex again.

Then he realised he was being followed. He pretended to keep on jogging whilst he traced their footsteps and analysed their speeds. There were two, one female… a male, on to the left, the other to the right...both wearing ninja sandals prefered by ANBU, both young. He decided it was time to make his presence and spun around to meet them. He lunged at the male, a hidden katana making its presence.

He found himself facing the tart from earlier, wearing much more concealing clothing… and a much older Konohamaru with his neck under his blade.

He coolly assessed the situation. If he killed them both, he would be in deeper shit than before. Then again, If he didn't it was all too likely that his position would be revealed in a matter of days, and he would have to uproot Hinata and his house and everything.

Why did life in general have to be so damn annoying already? He twisted the blade and chopped of the kid's head. As predicted, it popped (And if it hadn't he would of been a crap ninja anyway) and the real Konohamaru popped up by the whore from earlier . She was a ninja too (Had he been too distracted by her tits not to notice that fact?)

"Your're coming back with us Uchiha,"

(Why couldn't they be more original?) He didn't answer, but narrowed his eyes. Fuck it, He didn't want to kill.

Not now, not forevermore.

So he had to knock them out, and get rid of them, how could he do that? Could he get them to leave?… suddenly static sparked on the ninja's earpieces, so loud Sasuke could hear. A feminine, high pitched voice squeaked out, " We've found his house…" Sasuke stood shocked. "Holy fuck, when I heard the Uchiha artifacts had been stolen I didn't realise…shit…"

The voice trailed off, the static jumping between them. Suddenly there was a high pitched scream, and a crash. The microphone shut off. The ninjas looked shocked.

"What traps did you have!" shouted Konohamaru at Sasuke.

Again their earpieces blinkered to life again. "Shite, she got Moegi…" A male voice ( Udon, it was Udon) drawled over the microphone.

"Who?" enquired the whore.

"Theres… a woman with Sharingan here, she wasn't strong, but she took out Moegi… I've got her now, going back to Konoha, Over and out"

He blinkered out, and with a scream of rage Sasuke ran. Behind him two equally confused ANBU stood. "Fuck, I though he was lying when he said he was married," Said the sensor dressed like a prostitute.

"Did his chakra peak?" asked the dumbfounded Konohamaru, watching the great Sasuke Uchiha disappear.

"A little" Answered the sensor.

31-Neji

Seriously, what was wrong with his team? Ten-ten wasn't making this any easier. Sure, the bum was in the way, but she didn't have to kill the bastard. Sometimes the bitch was crazy.

But he went along with the flow, because Neji could deal with her madness. It was just the itch at the top of his fingers as his instincts urged him to throttle the two green beasts. Why, why, why? Why him? Was it so hard to be on a vaguely normal team… What about ten?

No. Once or twice he had even stepped in for eight… but that was sacred, nobody could take her place. And he could tell he wasn't wanted, or rather, it wasn't him they wanted. It was almost the same at home, the main branch elders were shocked, some pleased, some saddened, especially Hinata's Grandmother.

Hisashi hid his feelings with a shroud of ice. Even more than before, he became harder, tougher, and more reluctant to let Hanabi out on missions, more interested in her learning the in and out's of politics and the Hyuga mannerisms and traditions.

And slowly Hanabi had lost that confidence she had once had, had began to trip, become more clumsy, she was overworked by training, constant work. She had developed Hinata's mannerisms, and the family looked on her plight, helpless to help her, realising their mistakes on Hinata, but unable to correct them. But Hanabi had an inner-core that Hinata lacked, and had managed to salvage herself. Neji hoped she was okay while he was stuck here.

But then again, he hoped, against all possibility, that she was alive, so just that once more he could see her. But that was impossible, and to all truth, her body probably was rotting in some shallow, unmarked grave. But that didn't mean he wanted her to be. The logic said yes, she was dead, but his cold alien heart said No.

Perhaps he was Human to some extent.

Oh, God No. Within their already ludicrous warm up routine came another new form of torture. How was he going to explain that he wouldn't Pelvic thrust fifty times to limber up?

God. Why him?

32-Udon

He really, really wanted a reassuring maths problem to solve. A simultaneous equation preferably, that would be his favourite. Or some quadratic graphs he could really strain himself with. Maths was just…reassuring, logical… and it wasn't annoying or flustering.

Seriously, how on earth had that woman knocked out Moegi… with a frying pan, for Pete's sakes? He realised she had the sharingan, and had been able to copy Moegi's personal technique, but bloody hell.

First he messaged Konohamaru, then he scarpered, with one Moegi slung over his shoulder, and the woman sealed with a casket.

Well, if she was dangerous, she needed to be locked up. Hell, she had Sharingan, and very possibly was Sasuke's wife. He had evidence of sorts to back up that idea.

1)She was living in his house, and had been in the activity of cooking whilst the two had entered.

2)She had hidden, (Which merited some form of shinobi training maybe?) and caught his teammate out.

3)She had fought Moegi, and had successfully knocked her out with a combination of a copied jutsu and a frying pan.

4)She wore a wedding ring

5)The ring was plain. However, her engagement ring wasn't. Inside was inscribed "From your most loving," Though inconclusive, the ring held a tiny Uchiha fan, gold forming the base, and rubies and sapphires forming the distinctive fan.

So he had better scarper, because if Sasuke was her "most loving" then he was fucked. So he set the fire, and ran.

33- Sasuke

His home, his wife... his future... It was gone, what if she was pregnant, what if she was dead, shit, what about her family, what would they do? Had they sent her to kill him and herself, because she was a disgrace...Her eyes...Did they know? Fuck it.

When they had died...Taka and Madara... Karin was the first, then Juugo, Madara... Suigestu last, the cancers spreading through his aqueous body. Sasuke had been unable to move, his chest so constricted it hurt to breath whilst tears ran uncensored down his face. But now he was angry, there were tears of anguish and hurt, and bitterment and loss. The world was a cruel place.

His beautiful house he had spent so long on, the furniture he had stolen (though rightfully it was always his) was on fire. Everything was there. His mother's painting, his brothers piano, his father's books. But it was his mausoleum, to lock himself in. Without Hinata, there was nothing here. He turned and left in the direction of Konoha. The fire of his house burning.

34-Epiphany

The chakra fueled flames crackled and grew consuming the house. The piano with ivory keys which Itachi had played so skillfully, his hands dancing in his melodic charm, grew hot and the strings snapped, and twanged notes through the house. Upstairs the picture of Mikoto burnt, her face smudging and burning as the fire licked the edges of the picture charring the edges, the tiny artist's signature of Fugaku at the bottom began to smoulder and vanish.

The clothing, all his books, his bed they had slept together the night before burnt in flames. The pans and pot and utensils Hinata had come to love melted and charred into unrecognisable twisted rivets of metal.

Against the backdrop of the fire Sasuke walked away, his katana at hand and his Sharingan burning more ferociously than the fire.

The legacy of the old Uchiha's burnt.

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Thank you so much for all the support :P The next two chapters will be a little shorter than usual, but the ninth ( which I have practically completed) Is going to be quite long.