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Summary: The fear held deep in her eyes sparked his curiosity. Her quiet, timid, antisocial attitude pulled him in. The soft sound of her voice got him hooked. And the endless tears is what drove him off edge. When her past finally catches up, he was determined to keep her by his side and alive, even if she didn't ask for it. His cold hand gentle cradled her warm face, drawing their bodies closer. "My, beautiful Byakugan Princess,"
It starting raining the moment classes let out. The soft drops running down the faces who held no shelter. Today was different in a sense. The rain falling slowly, almost lazily, as if it were to stop any second but wouldn't. Gray skies continued to hover above them all, creating such a gloomy look, though none of this stopped a certain persistent Blond.
His hands parted the thick shrubbery, revealing determined blue eyes.
Squatting carefully to his left, Ino held her bright green umbrella above her, her blue eyes shooting him a mild glare. "Why are we sneaking around? I have homework to do!"
Beside her was Shikamaru. One elbow on his knee as he rested his face on his fist. He flicked his gaze away lazily. "And I want to sleep."
"I need to pee!" Kiba screamed.
"Quiet down!" Naruto hushed, scowling back at the three.
They were all squatting down behind one of the many bushes just across the Uchiha property. Naruto had been urgent to get them all there- He tried getting Tenten to tag along since she's barely ever around but she shot them down yet again, explaining how she needed to deliver more homework to the sick Hyuga.
Naruto didn't let it get to him though. He knew that was just a cover up- an excuse to get the expressionless Hyuga to herself.
Naruto snickered to himself. Horny teenagers.
Just minutes before classes were about to finish, Sasuke had informed him he wasn't going home so soon, that his Mother was picking him up for a change. This of course perked Naruto's interest quite a bit. He made sure what Sasuke said was true, watching as he entered the dark car and pulled off the school property before rounding the group together and ran for the station. He made sure to keep his true intentions to himself until they actually got to their destination, knowing how easily they could get annoyed. "Something's up with Teme, and I wanna know what it is!"
"You have got to be kidding me!" Ino huffed. She shot to her feet, preparing to leave.
As if expecting this, Naruto's hand shot out and yanked her down. Ino fell ungraciously, her mouth dropping open in disgust at the feel of the still wet grass, mud coating her legs and hands. "Naruto!"
"Shh!" He hissed, spit spewing onto her face. "They'll hear you!"
Ino took multiple deep breath, wiping her face with the sleeve of her blazer. "Why don't you just confront him instead of having us spy on him like freaking stalkers?!"
Naruto's head dropped in exasperation. "Look, when I was with the bastard yesterday, we went to Blue Flame Academy and he had this intense look like he was ready to kill someone, not realizing how many people was watching us! We could've been jumped!"
"Blue Flame? That rich prep school?" Kiba questioned in distaste. "The hell ya went there for?"
Naruto shrugs. "I don't know the real reason yet but he also had this girls school ID. I think that's what he was fusing over about yesterday too."
Shikamaru flicked his gaze to him. "He was upset because a girl lost her ID?"
"Shit I hope that was the case." Naruto hissed. "But aside from that, me being a good friend, it's my job to know what's going on. He told me he was going somewhere after school so now, we wait."
"Well can't we wait inside?" Ino hissed. "Is he even home yet?"
"Oi, stop complaining!" Naruto groaned. This soon lead to an argument.
Shikamaru sighed, already seeing this coming. He rose to his feet, stretching out his sore legs. Stuffing cold hands into his pocket, he gazed up at the gray sky, letting soft droplets hit his face. Had he known they'd were going to wait for the Uchiha for more than a hour, he would have avoided everyone and went home.
He gave a yawn, tears daring to spill from his tired eyes. He watched as his breath turned into fog before evaporating into the air. The image reminded him of clouds, something he hasn't seen in a while now.
But the image instantly vanished momentarily when Ino screeched- Naruto tackling her to the ground, mud splattering onto his shoe.
Shikamaru rolled his eyes away from the scene. As much as he tried, the rains soft patter was too low to block out the two constant bickering.
Kiba shot up, pointing down the street. "Here they come!"
Everyone but Shikamaru remained hidden behind the bushes. They watched as the car came to a slow stop in front of the house.
Sasuke was the first to exit. He gave a small stretch before taking a large handful of pink and white bags. Mikoto came right behind him with lesser bags.
The moment they entered the house, Naruto shot up. "Teme has a girlfriend!"
"How did you come up with that?" Shikamaru questioned.
Kiba glared at the door, growling. "How does he get one and I can't? He's anti-social!"
"Because he's not disgusting like you." Ino huffed, flicking her damp bangs out of her face. "And how do you even know he does? Those could be his Mother's bags."
"If you looked closely, you would've noticed those pink bags were from Starry sky, a teen-girl clothing store!" Naruto confidently state.
Shikamaru raised an eyebrow. "And you know this because?"
"Tch. Come on!" Naruto charged, jumping over the shrubs and storming towards the house, Kiba following close behind.
Shikamaru watched the two run through traffic without batting an eye before turning his attention to Ino. She stood to her feet. Her tongue poked out in disgust as she struggled to shake off the mud. "I swear I will kill him one day.." She grumbled, giving a pout.
"Come on." He grabbed a clean part of her sleeve, pulling her along.
Kicking the door closed, Sasuke's body slumped forward, the bags slipping from his fingers to the floor.
"Careful!" Mikoto scold, snatching up the grocery bags from him.
With half open eyes, Sasuke watched as his Mother stalked off to the Kitchen. His Mother had forced him to take a trip to the shopping district, exclaiming how worn out Hinata's clothes were.
"She can't keep wearing your shirts, Sasuke." Mikoto says before wandering down one isle. Sasuke wanted to question his Mother- she had other options, such as dragging Itachi along instead, or even Kurumi. She was a girl after all. But he knew it was best to keep his mouth shut. So he just yawned instead, and continued to follow her around the store, holding an armful of clothes.
It felt awkward being in a women's store. It smelt sweet. Fruity. And it was always more crowded. Girls of all ages running around, talking and grabbing at everything of all colors.
Looking around, there were barely guys here, and if they were here, it meant that they were also forced into the store like him. Making the same uncomfortable faces as he when something frilly was thrown into their faces, or asked for their opinion.
It was pure torture.
There was so much clothing around- just how much clothing does a girl need to have?
As Mikoto kept piling item after item in his arms, a thought came to mind: Now he knows what Hinata would be wearing.
Sasuke rose a dark blue frilly Bra to his eyes, inspecting it. White lace decorated the top of the cups, and a small white bow sat in between.
Sasuke nodded approvingly.
Mikoto snatched the Bra from his hand, giving him a look.
It seem like time went by slowly. The entire ride was quiet, aside from the rain. The soft sound of the rain hitting the window, and the comfortable temperature in the car just made him want to close his eyes and fall asleep on the spot. He didn't understand why he was so tired. Not much took place today, nor yesterday- besides visiting Hinata's school, of course.
Must have been all this shopping. He never did like shopping with his Mother as she tend to take her time with everything. Always second guessing her choices to pick another- annoying as it may be, he still didn't utter a word. He knew better than to rush Women when it came to shopping. It didn't matter now though, he was finally home. All he wanted to do now was to face plant into his bed and not wake up until morning.
Another yawn hit him twice as hard, making his eyes water. Warm tears clouded his vision before rolling down his face. Shrugging off his bag, he trudge towards the stairs, but paused momentarily upon hearing voices close by.
Poking his head into the living room, dark eyes shifted to his elder Brother who sat beside his fiancee on the couch. His gaze then landed on Hinata. He did a double take- not expecting her to be there. She never glanced his way, all her attention was down in front of her. The only thing that could make her smile. She still wore her sweater that was too big for her small frame- the sleeves shield her arms completely. She sat with one leg tucked in, her body leaned over slightly as she ran her covered hands over the kitten's body playfully. He opened his mouth to nibble lightly, his nails catching onto her sweater.
Itachi turned his attention upon his arrival, his face expressionless as usual. "Welcome back, Sasuke." Kurumi greeted softly. "How was your day?"
Sasuke shrugged, muttering, "Tiring." before shifting his gaze back to Hinata who finally looked up. She too held an expressionless gaze, her smile instantly dropped. After a moment, her attention was drawn back on the Kitten. Her pale hand running gently over his small head.
Sasuke's eyebrows furrowed and for a moment he just stared at her- more so her ankle that still had swelling. He wanted to question the reasons for her being down stairs. He was sure his Mother had informed them both about the incident, as well as her injuries.
Just yesterday she was on her foot, hopping carefully away from the room given to her. He warned her to stay off her foot and to remain in bed, though now that he thought about it, he could understand why she would be down here. A change of scenery. Being trapped in one single room could be irritating, especially when injured. But she couldn't do much about it. The more rest and less strain she put on herself, the faster she'll get better.
As much as he would love to stand and question the matter, sleep tugged at him with much force. As long as she's being watched over.
Kurumi noticed his tear-streaked face and sat up instantly. "You're crying. Is something wrong?"
Sasuke wiped his face with the back of his sleeve. "No. I'm going to bed early, so don't disturb-" A sudden of rapid banging cut him short, and all heads turning in the direction of the door. Sasuke's tired gaze heated quickly, annoyance at it's peak.
Undoing the locks, Sasuke yanked the door open and the second irritable Onyx met a determined Blue, he slammed the door just as fast.
"Dammit, Teme! Let us in!" Naruto hissed, pushing against the door.
Managing to get the door locked in a nick of time, Sasuke took a step back, a faint smirk stretched on his face as he listened to the Blond struggle, his pounding and yelling increasing. But he couldn't care less. He was too tired to deal with anything that had to do with him. Though he was tired, just witnessing his best friend lose against him made his smirk widen. Pure satisfaction.
Sasuke's small victory didn't last long as Mikoto walked past him and opened the door, ignoring his protests. "Come in everyone." She smiled, moving aside.
Naruto beamed, not hesitating with the offer. He gave the older Women a warming hug, all the while glaring at the dark haired teen over her shoulder.
Shikamaru and Ino gave a small, respective wave, both deciding it would be best to stay close to the door. Kiba bounced between them, his hands clutching his middle. "Bathroom!" He whimpered, moving past them, already familiar with the household.
They all watched him disappear around the corner before Mikoto spoke. "What brings you all here today?"
Naruto jumped in stance, an accusing finger directed at Sasuke. "He owes me an explanation!"
Sasuke flicked his glare to the side in response.
Naruto scoffed. "Bastard, don't roll your eyes at me! You have a lot of explaining to do, and I'm not leaving until I'm satisfied!"
"I don't-"
"I see we have guests." Sasuke's shoulder's slumped forward, his head turning a fraction to see his Brother standing a little too close. Despite Itachi never revealing what he was truly feeling, Sasuke could practically feel it- how amused he was upon his annoyance.
Naruto turned towards Mikoto. "All week he's been more bitchy than usual! Then he wouldn't admit where he got those cuts from! I know he got into a fight without me! Me! Of all people! And now I'm finding about this secret girlfriend! Is she the girl from the ID, I wouldn't know because he's so damn secretive! And then he went crazy about that stupid prep school he dragged me to and he won't even say why!" Naruto scoffed. "The nerve of him."
Mikoto placed a hand to her face as she gave a small laugh. "I think I know why Sasuke was in such a foul mood."
"Oh, you do? Well, I would love to hear it because as a friend, it's my job to know..." The rest of his words dies out, his finger slackened as his eyes peered over Sasuke's shoulder.
Half of her body was hidden behind the door frame as she peaked in curiosity. Midnight blue hair fell around her face like a silky dark curtain, but from what he could see, her cheeks had turned a rosy pink as she continued to stare- her light eyes, wide.
The hand that gripped the frame had tensed slightly, her eyebrows rose a fraction and her bottom lip dropped slightly, as if she were to say something, but never did.
Naruto couldn't help it- he was too curious now. She didn't smile, nor frown, a look of surprised, was it?- on her undeniable symmetrical features.
He hasn't seen her before, he thinks, but the more his eyes focused solely on her, the more it became clear.
She was definitely the girl from the ID.
Putting the pieces together, he could see it now. She looked much older than the picture on the ID. How old she was- he didn't know. She looked to be a foot shorter than him, and a few years younger. Her figure was nearly consumed by the bulky sweater she wore. The whole attire made her look cute.
Naruto blinked, his gaze shifted over towards Mikoto who giggled knowingly. Closing his mouth, Naruto whirled back to Sasuke, his face overly heated. "How the hell is she your girlfriend? She's too pretty for you!"
Sasuke gave a roll of his eyes before glancing back to Hinata briefly. He was set on apologizing for the idiot's rambling but stopped to see her face was too, overly heated.
An eyebrow raised, he was surprised and amazed at how one's face could grow a deep shade of red in a matter of seconds, though, her eyes never met his, only past him. Sasuke frowned. It looked as if she wasn't even breat-
Everyone jumped in alarm, unprepared when her eyes fell shut and her body went limp.
Her slim eyebrows creased as a dull throb just at the back of her head came and went, forcing a soft groan to escape through her chapped, pale lips.
She was hesitant to open her eyes, not too keen on being blinded by those colorful spots she was all too familiar with.
If there was anything she'd prefer at the moment, it would be utter darkness- just for a little bit. She wanted to give in, to sink back into that long, painless, darkness but as much as she tried, there were too many voices surrounding her. She could barely make out what was being said, her mind lost within the pain.
But curiosity got the best of her. Voices that didn't sound familiar, speaking in different types of whispers.
Taking a deep calming breath, her eyes fluttered opened-
Lavender met Ocean Blue.
"Are you and Teme dating?"
Hinata blinked rapidly, her face instantly heating again. Her mouth opened to release multiple stutters when he was yanked back. The Blond girl dragged him close, hissing in his face. "Idiot, leave her! She just fainted!"
Hinata scrambled back to the top corner of the bed, struggling to ease her racing heart. The small crease in her brow remain as the throbbing pain increased from the sudden jump. Wincing, she watched as the Blond girl continued to scold him as if he were a child.
Seeing movement from the corner of her eye, her head snapped to the foot of the bed and what she saw, she couldn't help but stare. She could see his eyes were vertical slit-like, but that's not what made him stand out to her. It was the strange red fang marking on his face.
The moment she caught his gaze, he didn't hold back in smirking playfully, flashing his canine teeth. "Tch. I hope not. She's way too hot for him." Kiba said, his eyes taking in every soft detail of her face.
Now looking closely, she realized they were the one's at the door. Sasuke's friends, she assumes.
The Blond girl hissing again, startled her. "Would you keep your thoughts to yourself?" Ino hissed, absently shaking Naruto's collar.
Naruto gripped her wrist, struggling to break free all the while snickering. "She may be young, but her boobs are bigger than yours, Ino!"
Kiba's head snapped back and forth, his dark eyes landing on Ino's blazer to Hinata's dark blue shirt before casting a idiotic grin towards the Blond.
"W-What? Hey!" Ino released his shirt then, shielding her chest defensively.
Following the blushing girl's gaze, she realized someone else was in the room as well.
In the farthest corner, he sat in a chair, close to the window. His body was hunched forward, a tired expression on his face. His dark eyes were half open, focused solely on her. She almost missed the small tears that sat in his eyes, daring to spill.
The silent staring contest lasted only for a few seconds until she turned away, her attention drawn to the closed door.
The moment the door opened, the commotion died instantly, and all eyes darted to Sasuke. He eyed them all tiredly, a cup of water in hand. Moving towards the bed, he handed Hinata the glass before facing them all. "Why are you guys here?"
Naruto stumbled to his feet. "Well Teme, you had us worried. So we decided to check in on you and we just so happen to stumble upon your dirty little secret." Naruto crossed his arms angrily, nodding in Hinata's direction. "Who is she?"
"Yeah I'm kind of curious too." Ino spoke, glancing at them both.
Sasuke yawned. "None of your business."
"Eh?!" Naruto exclaimed. "You owe us an explanation, especially me!"
"I don't owe you anything." Sasuke declared, shoving the Blonde away from the bed. "Now leave."
"Wha- Teme! You can't kick us out!"
Ino and Shikamaru walked out into the hall calmly, along with a grumbling Kiba. They watched as Naruto continued to fuss, plopping down in the center of the room, refusing to leave. It wasn't long until they began fighting, curses thrown into the air.
Naruto was easily tossed out moments later, his face connecting into the wall. Naruto hissed loudly, grabbing at his nose. Spotting specks of blood on his fingers, he quickly whirled around, glaring. Balling his fists, he jumped forward, only to get the door slammed in his face. "Dammit, Teme! Open the damn door!"
Naruto paused in his shouting, hearing the door lock.
Hinata jumped, a few chill drops of water spilling, soaking through her borrowed shirt, meeting her skin. Giving a light shiver, her eyes never left the door, waiting for it to bust down any moment from the loud pounding.
Her attention diverted shortly after to the heavy breathing teen. Sasuke pushed away from the door and moved further into the room. He began to put everything that was out of order, back, grumbling to himself all the while.
Unlike him, she didn't get many chances to just watch him. Not that she really wanted to, that is, but today he seems a bit..off. Cocking her head slightly, her eyelids lowered, and she just stared.
His appearance: pale complexion and black hair with a blue tint to it- it made him look mysterious, and those dark eyes that watches over her constantly, she couldn't quite read them. He rarely ever showed any emotions, she noted. She could only tell how he was feeling by the tone of his voice, yet even then it throws her off most of the time.
She just couldn't read him, she concluded.
Throughout the years of facing many obstacles, you tend to pick up on bad habits you'd never thought you would. Building tough skin isn't easy, and neither is building a mask, though she managed. Having a mask on means nothing if your eyes gave away too much- she learned that the hard way. It screamed weakness. The tiniest sign of affection is all it takes..
She tends to forget sometimes, only allowing certain people in yet not so deep. She takes her time to study them, allowing them to prove themselves worthy of her trust.
She watches them, waiting for the moment when they reveal everything that's hidden. Because they always do. That's just the way humans are. Deceitful. Cunning. Just plain evil.
His natural scowl shifted to a weak glare, his body movements more sluggish than before. And speaking of movements, she could tell he didn't fight the Blond to the best of his abilities. She knows this because she actually witnessed what he's truly capable of, so she couldn't really tell if they were friends or not.
Lavender eyes followed his back, watching as he moved towards the window, slamming it shut. It continued to lightly shower outside. Some drops managed to get inside, soaking the sill. Hinata gazed out the window and into the gray world, childishly wondering when and if, it would ever shine again.
Sasuke turned, pausing as his dark eyes scanned the room. He merely glanced towards Hinata before moving again. Moving towards the door, he grabbed at the pink bags his Mother had left before dumping everything inside the dressers.
Hinata glanced down at her cup moments later, watching a droplet slowly slid down the side and onto her thumb. Her eyebrows furrowed then, her mind replaying everything that just happened moments ago.
She didn't miss that look he gave- the one sitting close to the window. Through his half open eyes, he seemed quite curious. He was the quietest one out of them all, his dark eyes just watching her, studying her..as if he was trying to figure something out.
"Hn."
She never seen any of them before, and she was sure it was the same with them, so why is he interested in her?
Lifting her head, Hinata gazed at his back again. After a moment, she spoke. "W-Who were they?"
Sasuke glanced over his shoulder, utterly surprised. She was actually speaking. To him, of all people. And he didn't have to start the conversation.
Realizing he had been staring, he awkwardly shut the dresser close, rather loudly. Giving himself a few moments to calm down, he glanced back to the pounding door and released a tired sigh. "..Friends."
"Bastard, open up!" Naruto screamed, pounding harder on the door. He groaned loudly, glaring daggers at the wooden door.
Shikamaru rubbed the back of his neck tiredly. "Just give it a rest, Naruto. Clearly he doesn't want you inside."
Naruto whirled on him, pointing to his bruised nose. "You think I'm letting him get away with this?!"
"It's your fault for not leaving when he said to."
Just around the corner came Mikoto, halting the oncoming one-sided argument. She gave them all a warming smile. "Are you all staying for dinner?"
Ino smiled. "No ma'am, not tonight-"
"Of course we are!" Naruto loudly interrupted, giving a cheeky grin.
Clasping her hands together, Mikoto couldn't help but laugh. "Great. Ino, Shikamaru, will you two help in the Kitchen?"
Easily flustered, Ino nodded. "Y-Yes! But um, do you have something for me to change in? I kinda slipped in mud." Ino explained, tossing a glare to the Blond.
Mikoto grabbed her hand, leading the two down the hall. "Why don't you get Sasuke and come down stairs. I would love to hear about your day."
Naruto nodded eagerly. As they began walking down the hall, Naruto motioned for Kiba to follow them, smiling innocently.
The moment they were out of sight, Naruto smirked as he moved quick. Dropping down to one knee, he began digging in his pocket for anything useful. Scavenging for a moment, he smiled brightly upon retrieving a paper clip. He worked fast, but he wasn't successful the moment the door was yanked open.
Naruto chuckled nervously at the glaring Uchiha. "H-Hey Tem- Ack! What the hell?!" Sasuke face-palmed him, shoving him back. Giving one last glance towards Hinata, he closed the door behind himself.
Naruto scrambled to his feet, standing on his toes to peer over his shoulder, unsuccessfully. He held up his hands in defense. "I was just heading to the bathroom- Hey!"
Naruto growled when Sasuke grabbed the back of his blazer, leading him away from the door.
Sasuke dropped at the end of the couch, the little bit of energy he had, vanished. He wasn't getting sleep anytime soon, he thought miserably. The pads on his fingers dancing in a slow, circular motion on his temple.
Throughout all the yelling and shuffling in the house, it just occurred to him that Itachi and Kurumi had disappeared shortly after Hinata collapsed, and has yet to be seen.
Under his breath did Sasuke curse his Brother. Leave it to Itachi to let him suffer alone.
The sound of running and dropping down in front of him caused him to exhale heavily. After a few moments, Sasuke peered between his fingers irritably at the two.
Naruto and Kiba sat up straight, their hands clasped in their laps as their eyes gleamed childishly at him.
Sasuke sneered.
"Come on, don't glare at us! The least you can do is tell us her name." Naruto snapped. "You owe me a lot, Teme." He sniffed pathetically. "I think you broke my nose."
Sasuke cast him a look of annoyance. "Fuck your nose-"
"Hinata."
Sasuke's head whipped around in time to catch his cheeky Mother ducking behind the Kitchen door.
Kiba bounced at the new piece of information. "How long have you known her?"
Naruto closed in. "Does she go to our school?"
"How old is she?"
"How did you manage to get someone to actually fall for you? Again?!"
Sasuke's hands slid up his face, and this time he didn't hold back a groan.
Rolling up her fallen sleeve, Ino placed the lid over the pot before turning the fire down low. Her lips stretched in a gleeful smile as the tasty aroma wafted through the kitchen air. From the different spices to the sweet aroma, it all caused her mouth water and her stomach to grumble loudly.
As she busied around the kitchen, conversing amicably more to Mikoto than Shikamaru- he clearly wasn't paying attention- it brought wonderful memories. It wasn't everyday herself and her Mother cook together as both schedules differ at times, but when they could, she does her best to make the most out of it.
Mikoto reminded her of her own Mother in many ways. Good charms, great advice, and aggressive nature when needed. The list goes on, she realize, because their talents are endless. Ino shook her head softly. Was there anything mother couldn't do?
All in all, it just wasn't the same as when she was younger and had more free time. But she knew one thing for sure, it didn't really matter if it were Mikoto or her own Mother. It was small times like these she would treasure most, because they're all family.
Moving aside, she leaned against the counter, keeping close to the oven. She could feel the faint heat spreading throughout the Kitchen, and welcomed it.
She was now dressed in a dark gray shirt and black sweats- all belonging to Mikoto. Ino was more than grateful when Mikoto was able to provide for her. She couldn't take being stuck in her dirty damp uniform for so long.
Looks like Naruto won't be sleeping in Saturday morning.
Ino glanced over towards Shikamaru, who was busy chopping away at some vegetables skillfully.
As moments passed, and the more Ino continued to silently watch him work, she couldn't suppress the small smile on her face. Because he was known for being the laziest out of them all, and his fair share of complaints, he was rather intelligent though he never showed it unless it was absolutely necessary.
He's always like that.. Sleeps most of the class but by the end of the week, he's able to pass any test without trouble. That was one of the many things she likes about him, she concluded. When given a task to do, he makes sure to complete it to the best of his ability.
For years they've been close. And ever since Choji left, she felt they've grow even closer. He was her best guy friend- her rock. Strange though, because just when she believes she's finally picked every part in his mind, he throws something new at her. To this day he still remains a mystery to her.
Whenever she thinks of him, the first image would be him laying down on plush green grass, either fast asleep or eyes half open, cloud watching- a hobby he does regularly.
He hasn't done that in a while, now that I think about it, with all the rain and all.
It was a weird hobby, really.. No, not weird. In a way, it suits him. Not only does he talk about Said topic, but after witnessing him watch the clouds slowly drift by countless times, she then got a sense of why he does it. It was like an escape in a sense.
She actually tried it. Thinking back, she remembers laying down in the plush grass, mimicking his movements as before- hands folded behind her head, and took a deep breath. She closed her eyes the moment a faint breeze swept in. The grass danced around her, kissing her skin as it swayed. The smell of nature around her helped eased her muscles, giving her a calming vibe.
She couldn't remember what it was that she was so upset about that day- it seem so long ago.. But whatever it was, it left her mind the moment she turned her head and gazed over to him. Their eyes met briefly.
"Clear your head of everything- only focus on the clouds floating along." He said in his usual monotone voice. He turned away then. She didn't. He was more calmer than annoyed, she noted, and their wasn't a trace of his usual frown on his lips either. It was like a breath of fresh air. Refreshing.
Overall, it was calming, yes, but it wasn't something she could do everyday. Not with the busy schedule she has.
Her blue eyes flicked towards Mikoto who just flashed her with a knowing smile. Ino's face heated as she fumbled with the forgotten spoon in her hand. Turning away, she fingered her long bangs. "S-So, who is she?" Ino asked after a moment of trying to look nonchalant. "She doesn't seem familiar."
Giving a slow nod of her head, Mikoto picked up a bowl off the counter before moving towards the door. "No, you kids don't know her. It wasn't long when Sasuke first brought her here.. she a shy little thing, really." Mikoto left it at that as she took her leave, leaving Ino to silently ponder on her small words.
Ino thought back to the first day she witnessed Sasuke in a mood. It was only days ago.. He seemed more tense and irritable than usual. There was also the day he came to the school with that patch on his face, and bruised lip. And that time he was in a rush to get out of the school.
She remembers Naruto taking off after him, ignoring her warnings as well. She didn't know if Naruto followed him to where ever he was heading but he never once spoke of it.
She didn't know what to make of all this..
What was it about that girl that got Sasuke so angry? So tensed?
Moving towards the center counter, she stood opposite from Shikamaru, resting her arms on top as she watched him. "What do you think she meant by that?"
Giving a sigh, he placed the knife down before giving her a tired gaze. "I don't know, but you guys are acting like you never seen a girl before."
Ino frowned. "Hey, don't lump me with them! I'm just surprised, is all."
"You can't honestly think Sasuke has another girlfriend already, and even if he does, who cares?"
"I care, dammit! Don't you think it's a little too soon?" A flash of their Pinkette best friend easily swept in her mind. "Even a guy like Sasuke can sulk, you know. It wasn't that long ago since he and-"
"Well he might be ready, I don't know and I really could care less." He left it at that, resuming to his task, finishing quickly.
Ino glared, watching as he gathered the vegetables together before plucking the spoon from her hand. He ignored the small gasp she gave as he made his way to the stove, dumping his share into the pot.
Crossing her arm, Ino cocked her head questionably. That was completely unexpected, but the moment she opened her mouth to question him, Mikoto entered the Kitchen. "Shikamaru, can you help set the table?"
"Sure." He moved pass Ino, not once casting her another glance.
When the last dish was placed onto the table, Mikoto gave the call and everyone gathered around.
Pulling out his usual seat, Sasuke couldn't help but stare in amaze. The table was literally covered with platters of delicious food. Even with the extra guest it all seem too much! Usually his Mother would never go all out unless it was a special occasion.
But he had to give it to the three, it all looked great.
Feeling a hand on his shoulder, Sasuke turned, and immediately his gaze heated. Itachi glanced down at him briefly before taking his seat opposite to him, Kurumi following suit.
Standing at the head of the table, Mikoto beamed happily, grasping onto the young girls hand. "Also, we have another guest. Everyone please meet Itachi's finance, Kurumi!"
Kurumi gave a small wave as everyone greeted her with warm smiles.
Dinner commenced with energy for the most part. Random topics were tossed into the air, causing smiles all around to remain permanent.
Over at the end of the table, Sasuke rested his cheek against his fist, looking more annoyed than sleepy. Naruto and Kiba made sure he stood wide awake for their never-ending questions, despite the menacing look he gave them.
But now their minds were temporarily distracted as they stuffed their faces, giving him a much needed break.
He picked at his plate, not really in the mood to eat or join in any of the conversations. His eyes lazily drifted towards his Mother when she couldn't hold back her laughter.
It was such a foreign sound that ranged in his ears- soft and sweet.
Usually it would just be himself and his Mother at the table. It would be quiet, but peaceful. But as the years past, the more they saw less of each other.
It really has been a while since the house was ever this loud, Sasuke thought. Hearing his Mother laugh so loudly left him in a trance- Sasuke just couldn't look away. Seeing the pleasant look that graced her face made him less irritable.
Sasuke fixed his posture, sitting up straighter, and stabbed at the salad. Though he would never voice it, it was rather refreshing to have more to the table.
In the mist of chewing, Naruto glanced around the table. "Say, where's...uh.. damn. What's her name again?"
"She's still upstairs. She needs to stay off her foot." Mikoto answered, reaching over to grab the extra prepared plate. "Sasuke, will you deliver this to her please?"
Giving a faint nod, Sasuke pushed his seat out and took the plate from her hands.
Ino watched him leave, all the more curious. "Is she okay?"
Mikoto refolded the napkin in her lap, casting her a reassuring smile. "She will be."
Sasuke knocks on the door softly, leaning in close. When he didn't hear anything, he entered the room.
Closing the door behind him quietly, his eyes landed on her hidden figure. As he moved towards the bed, he could't help but wonder why she continues to hide under the covers when the room remained brightly lit.
Yet again, her body was covered under the thick blanket from head to toe. He didn't quite understand- The room was fairly warm though her body always seem to remain completely buried under the covers.
It was weird.
She was weird.
"Hey, wake up. Food's getting cold."
Sasuke waited a moment, just staring. When he was sure there was no signs of her moving, he made a move to grab a hold of the sheets but stopped when the covers was tugged down slowly. Her dark hair sat messily around her, nearly concealing her face.
As she sat up, she flipped her hair back lazily, her Lavender eyes focusing on the plate in his hands.
Tearing his gaze away from her, Sasuke spotted the small Kitten's curled form, fast asleep beside her leg. His small ears would twitch every now and then, but he showed no signs of waking.
He was making a remarkable recovery, his Mother claims. He had doubts but seeing the fury animal moving about just hours ago proves that. Sasuke knew he should never doubt his Mother- she tends to be right about nearly everything.
Sasuke gaze snapped back to her the moment she gave a small yawn. Tears sat in her eyes before one rolled down her cheek. The small salty drop soaked the top of her (his) blue shirt.
It was then he remembered- "My Mother brought you some clothes." Sasuke motioned to the dresser. She rubbed at her eye, giving another yawn.
After a moment of just staring, Sasuke placed the dinner plate in front of her before glancing away awkwardly. "Right..I'll check on you later."
Just before Sasuke closed the door, he paused momentarily as she gave a familiar grunt.
"Hn."
The moment the last dish was cleared, Ino rose from her seat. "I'll help with the dishes." She began collecting the plates when Mikoto's hand grabbed her wrist softly.
Mikoto gave a smile as she took the plates and shoved them into Naruto's hands. Turning her around, she pushed the teen in Sasuke's direction. "I'll get the dishes, Ino. Go see if your uniform is done."
"A-Are you sure?"
Behind them- Itachi wordlessly stacked most of the plates into Naruto's hands, before taking his leave with Kurumi. "H-Hey! Can I get some help here?!"
Mikoto nodded. "I'm positive. You've done a lot tonight, and I'm grateful for your help."
Blushing, Ino rubbed the back of her head sheepishly. "It wasn't a problem, just glad I could assist you-" She nearly jumped when Sasuke placed a hand on her shoulder. "Let's go."
Ino nodded. "Okay."
Mikoto watched as the teen ran off after her youngest Son.
The sound of a loud crash, followed by a cry of an apology caused her shoulders to slump, but the smile on her face never wavered.
Ino walked a slower pace, her arms coming around herself comfortingly. Crystal lights hung from the high ceiling, shinning it's soft glow throughout the long hall. The halls were silent, aside from their soft steps against the scarlet carpet. Her blue eyes trailed after the dark patterns- watching how it parted, then came together. Weaving to make the main design.
Mikoto really has great taste.
As her eyes continued to gaze around, she couldn't help but reminisce. It seem like yesterday when younger versions of themselves were running through these halls in a hurry for whatever reasons. -That brought a smile to her face.
She knew Sasuke ever since they were kids. She'll admit, their relationship was a bit..rocky, but they grew past it as the years went on. And within those years did she build relations with his family as well.
Though she's been over to this house more than she could count, she still couldn't get over how enormous his house actually was.
It really is too big for just two people living here. Ino stared at the back of his head in thought. It must be pretty lonely.
Clasping her hands behind her, she moved to fall in step with him. She couldn't help but cast him a sideways glance.
The moment he caught her stare, she spoke. "Um.. Sasuke?" She didn't know why her voice sounded weak at that moment, but she continued. "You know if you wanna talk..I'm here, okay?"
Staring down into her blue eyes, he could tell there was something on her mind, though she didn't say anything more. Nonetheless, he gave a faint nod. "Yeah, sure. Thanks.."
The moment they entered the laundry room, the small tune from the drier ended, signalling her clothes was done.
Grabbing the warm clothes, he dumped them into her eager arms.
Ino sighed in content as she pressed the warm clothes to her face. "Don't you just love clothes when they come straight from the drier?"
"Yeah, sure."
She paid no mind to the off tone he gave. Giving thanks, she made her way towards the door.
"What made you come here?"
Ino paused, turning around in confusion. "We didn't mean to come so suddenly. We came to check up on you. Y'know, make sure you were fine."
"What made you think I wasn't?"
Ino gave him a knowing look. "You can't deny your strange behavior, Sasuke. We've all picked up on it, and frankly, I'm not really sure how to help you." Sasuke watched as she moved closer. Placing a hand on his shoulder, she gave him a smile. "We're friends, Sasuke. It's our job to make sure your okay. So, if there's anything I can do, just tell me."
When he gave her a short nod, her smile widen. She pulled back and turned to leave.
Sasuke watched until she turned the corner before shaking his head. He appreciated what she was doing for him, thought he wished they didn't have to stumbled upon his guest.
It wasn't a secret that he had brought Hinata here, he just didn't feel obligated to tell them.
He moved to closed the small door to the drier when he stopped. "Hey, Ino."
She came back seconds later. "Yes?"
Sasuke shifted his eyes away awkwardly as he held out her lacy pink and white panties.
The color from her face nearly drained, her mouth dropping in silent horror.
Walking up to him, she quickly snatched the undergarment before storming off, her face now a deep shade of red.
As midnight grew near, the teens all bid the family a goodnight before taking their leave.
The four stepped into the chill night. Though the light drizzle has ceased, the Fall breeze continued to blow crisp air through their clothes.
Ino hugged her jacket around her body, tucking in her chin as she tried to keep herself warm, all the while her blue eyes burning holes in back of the Blonds head. "I hope your satisfied, Naruto." Ino grumbled. "And don't think I'll forgive you for ruining my uniform again!"
Naruto, who lead the group, gave a loud sigh. "Gosh, I said I was sorry for the tenth time!"
Kiba rolled his eyes. "Tch. Forget the uniform, we got more important things to discuss!" Throwing an arm around Naruto, he gave a smirk. "Sasuke has a girlfriend! Dude, we gotta tell people."
Sasuke released a heavy, tired sigh when he was finally able to close the door behind them. It would be a lie if he said he didn't feel much lighter in doing so. His forehead rested against the wooden door with a dull thud, his hand gripping the doorknob. The little bit of energy he held on to, easily slipped away.
He didn't know what to do. Whether to be annoyed upon their intrusion in his house or to just drop it. Forgetting everything that happen today and deal with it in the morning.
But regardless of his choice, he knew the topic of his house guest wasn't going away anytime soon.
He ran a tense hand through his hair. Mother just had to let them in..
He pushed away from the door. Making sure all locks were on, he turned, only to be faced with his Mother.
Startled, Sasuke jumped back. Mikoto stood silently, staring at him with an expressionless gaze that rivals Itachi's. It left him confused.
After a moment of silence, he shook his head. "I'm going to bed."
"Wait a minute. Now what was Naruto saying earlier? You owed him an explanation for yesterday?" She crossed her arms, her emotions easily sweeping in. "What happened yesterday?"
Sasuke paused, silently cursing the Blond idiot for his timing. Rubbing the back of his neck, he diverted his eyes to the side, avoiding his Mother's questionable gaze. "I guess..when you tossed me Hinata's sweater, her school ID fell out. I found it and I went to the school."
"Sasuke!"
"Don't worry, I did it after school."
Mikoto moved quick- her hand coming down on his head in a chop. "That's not the point! You had no business going there. What were you trying to accomplish?"
Sasuke jumped back, holding a hand up in defense, the other cradling his injury. "I just wanted to see if those bastards went to the same school as her, and they do-"
"A-and then what? You were going to fight them again? And your brought Naruto as well! Sasuke, you're smarter than that! Something could've happened to both of you-"
"I realize that now but..I'm still not satisfied, Mom. I'm just trying to understand-"
"You're going about it the wrong way, Sasuke! If you want answers, all you have to do is just ask, and be patient."
Sasuke flinched when Mikoto came closer again, but soon relaxed when she wrapped her arms around him. "You've never been in this kind of situation before, but that doesn't mean you can act out without thinking things through. We've taught you better than that."
Sasuke frowned then. No. You taught me better than that- was what he wanted to say but he found himself swallowing down those words. "Tch."
"Your heart is in the right place. Just keep doing what your doing and remain by her side. She could really use a friend right now." Her lips pressed lightly on his temple. "Get some rest. You have school in the Morning."
The mention of school suddenly made him dread the next day. He sighed. "Alright." Mikoto pulled away, running a hand through his hair. She watched as he headed for the stairs but paused on the first step. "You never did tell me how she got that cut on her hand."
Mikoto blinked. "She claimed it was an accident and it reopened."
Sasuke looked away, eyebrows dipping slightly. An accident, huh? Shaking his head, Sasuke gave a wave, going up the stairs.
He decided then to take his mother's advice and be patient, though it won't be easy. He despise being kept in the dark- This issue was too important to just let go!
Sasuke stopped once he got to her door. Giving a small knock, he pressed his ear against the door.
Silence.
Opening the door ajar, he was met with darkness. It took a minute for his eyes to adjust, struggling to see the outline of her body.
Sasuke leaned against the frame and just stared. For once, her face wasn't being shield by the thick blanket, her face looking more peaceful and relaxed.
Focusing his gaze beside her head, he made out the Kittens sleeping form, his small back rising and falling faintly.
He couldn't doubt his Mother any longer, she's always right about everything. He had been making idiotic moves he normally wouldn't do, and he found himself growing less patient than usual.
He would try it her way, he decided. To do his best to get close to her, to make her feel more safe, to prove that he could be trusted..
Sasuke released a sigh. It shouldn't be too long until she opens up, right?
"Knock, knock."
Lavender eyes flicked to the door where a smiling twin-bun poked her head inside. She took one step into the room before she realized he was only half decent. Her face turned a bright scarlet and she closed the door quickly. Her voice was high, but he made out the squeak of an apology.
Closing the book in his hands, he pulled himself up against the bed frame. "It's fine, Tenten."
The door creaked open slowly, her brown eyes met his briefly before diverting to the side. Closing the door behind her, she leaned against it. "So, how are you f-feeling?"
"Much better than yesterday." He muttered, returning to his book.
Tenten gave a faint nod, gazing around the room. She noted how the room indeed smelled much fresh. His bed was freshly made, the garbage can no longer sat beside his bed, and of course nothing was out of place.
"I wasn't expecting you since it's getting late." He motioned to a spot on the bed. "You're staying, right? Sit."
"Y-Yeah, sorry about that. I had to stay back after school." She gave a small laugh as she came forth. Dropping her bag to the floor, she took a seat at the edge of the bed, hands in her lap.
Years ago she would fret about being so close to him. Her stomach would grow uneasy and she would normally keep to herself, her arms hugging around herself so tightly, she wouldn't even realize her nails would dig deep into her skin until it was too late.
Good thing she had long grown her childish antics.
Besides, this wasn't the first time she witnessed him shirtless. There were countless of times she's seen him during training at the Dojo.
She decided to brush the thought away as she leaned back on her hands, getting more comfortable. After a moment of silence did she roll her head in his direction. Her chocolate eyes landed on the book in his hands. "And your reading. Why?"
"Because I'm not allowed to go to school, which means I'm behind." He answered, turning the page.
"What you need to be doing is resting so you can return to school, genius."
"Tenten, I've taken about four naps already, and I haven't gotten sick since yesterday. I think I can handle a little bit of reading."
Tenten's eyes lidded then. "Well if your keen on studying, might as well get this homework out the way." She reached for her bag, taking out the assignments and a notebook. "I can help if you want.. Which do you want to start with? We have English, Geometry, and-"
She was cut short at the faint tune of her phone going off. She fished her phone out her bag, a smile spreading across her face upon the name.
"Hey Ino! What's-"
"Where the hell are you?!" Tenten literally jumped, holding the phone a good distance from her ear. She didn't doubt Neji heard ever word she continued to hiss. She was almost hesitant to even respond to the ticked Blond.
Returning the phone to her ear, she answered. "I'm at Neji's house. Why?"
"You're always with him!" This time Naruto's accusing voice sprung forth. "I told you they we're screwing each other, pay up!"
"There's no way in hell! Your screwing and you picked up the phone?" Kiba screamed appalled.
Tenten could feel her face burning as the accusations continued on, her mouth dropping open yet all that seem to come out was a rush of stutters. She couldn't help but take a quick glance to the teen behind her, and was relieved when he continued to gaze down at his book- apparently unfazed.
Her hand smacked against her face hard as she hissed."Oh my gosh.. What do you guys want?"
"Just checking on the asshole. How's he doing?"
"He's doing fine." Tenten stated annoyingly. "Is that it?"
There was a lot of shuffling on the other end, along with a few curses. "Did you know Teme was keeping a girl in his house all this time?!"
"You should have seen her Tenten!" Kiba cried. "She was so beautiful! Fuck, what was her name again?"
Tenten couldn't resist rolling her eyes. "Oh yeah?"
"Hell yeah! She's got a nice rack-..The fuc- H-Hey!-"
"Tenten, we're still up for the movies tomorrow, right?" Came Ino's hopefully voice.
Tenten couldn't help but give a small smile at her tone, guilt at the pit of her stomach slowly rising. It has been a long while since she's spent time together with everyone.
"Of course she is!" Naruto exclaimed. "She ditched us most of the week already to spend time with the bastard! And speaking of which, the hell is he doing? Is he even awake?"
Tenten sighs, rubbing her eyes tiredly. "Yes, I'm still going and yeah, he's reading."
"..Who the hell studies while they're sick? Tch. Dumbass."
Tenten jumped at the sound of the heavy book snapping shut. Calm as ever, he grabbed for the phone and hit the red button, ending the call before tossing the phone on the night stand.
Tenten nodded. "Much better."
"Hn."
Dropping the books beside her, Tenten laid back, enjoying the coolness his sheets were against her somewhat warm skin. Folding her hands on her stomach, she gazed up at the ceiling, her mind shifting to the teen next to her.
Neji is known for his intelligence, looks and skills. And thought he may not show it, he does have a heart.
It must be a guy thing, Tenten mused. Guys could act so cold yet have the warmest hearts. No..no that wasn't true. Lee was the complete opposite. He was always so positive throughout every situation he's came across. It was always a mystery to how their friendship came to be. Neji would glare and make you think twice about approaching him, whereas Lee would be right around the corner to blind you with his- as Lee puts it- youthful smile.
Complete opposites.
Tenten couldn't help but wonder what attracted them. What was it that made them so fascinated by the others presence? They were all different in so many ways yet they somehow found each other.
Rolling onto her stomach, she rested her head upon her arms as a makeshift pillow, her soft, curious gaze landing on him.
What did she like most about him? Could it be his voice? Or his intelligence? No, it was more than that. It could be the simplest things that could make her knees weak, her heart to pound and her lips to stretch painfully good in a smile.
She came to the conclusion that his hugs were one of the many things she likes most. She would drown herself deep into his warmth because it gave more comfort than anything else. But despite them being so close, she couldn't help but feel so far, so distant at times, it left her at an awkward place.
It's different when she would be the first to wrap her arms around him, because she made the first move. It's always her who made the first move.
He never really favored close contact, she noticed. It was rare for him to hug her- rare for him to make the first move, but when he does, it leaves her face red and utterly lost for words. But that's what made it all the more special. When he takes the first step to bring her into his hold, his arms wrapping around her securely- within those few seconds, it made her wish time would stop because it was only them two, all his attention on her for a few moments.
It shows that he actually cares.
And she'll always cherish the little rare moments he gives her each time.
But what does she hate most about him? That was easy. When he would grow cold and distant- out of her reach. He hasn't shown this side much. At least, not to her. Sometimes she would like to believe he did this to protect her, because she has a special place in his heart. Whether if it's romantic or platonic, she just wants to be someone he holds dear.
Tenten could faintly remember the day he lashed out at her. It had been so long ago.. It wasn't directed at her, she just had been the one to receive his anger.
The air was a numbing chill. No stars made an appearance, only small flakes of snow that softly fluttered down upon them, adding to the already thick blanket of white. Numerous of trees surrounded the home, slowly being covered under the light weight of the snow. They glowed under the lights, making the scene look breathtaking.
Many lanterns hung in rows beautifully, directing a path to the entrance. One by one they walked slowly, the crunch of the snow under their shoes was the only thing heard. Some held familiar faces, some didn't. No smiles. Just dark attire.
Seats were quickly filling in. Her small hand held on tightly to her Mother's, afraid to get lost within everything. She had caught a glimpse of the portrait just at the entrance, surrounded by bouquets of flowers. The Women held fair, pale skin. Healthy brown hair sat neatly over one shoulder, white pearl accessories weaved into it- making her look all the more captivating. Her light eyes were wide, reflecting the color of Lavender and the image of innocence. She gives a soft, pleasant smile- One that would make you pause, and smile right back. The picture held that Mother-like sense to it.
She was just a women- a Mother of a friend, who had a nice smile.
As a child, she never did understood why they chose to use a picture where she was smiling. But now, it all made sense- in a way. With the first step you take inside, the feeling of grief will follow. Gripping on to you so tightly, all you can do is hold yourself together and not crumble. But with the last step you take leaving, their no guarantee grief would leave. The Women on that picture you've seen will forever be deep in your conscious because that was someone you've must of held dear to. But what they don't seem to notice is the light feeling that's somewhere within them as they walk away more strong. Continuing on. That smile she casts represents happier memories that will forever be buried into their mind. It's to show that everything would be alright even after she takes her leave.
Other's may have seen it differently. It was just a picture, they believed.
A kindhearted women who was taken too soon by sickness, they said.
It couldn't be avoided.
This is life. Nothing more.
But it was. It's so much more.
And it's beautiful.
Lantern for the deceased.
All night was whispers, and soft spoken voices. Faceless people all lined up and one by one they gave their condolences to Neji and his Uncle. It was a constant repeat of what was happening. Weight being piled, one after another upon his shoulders, bringing him down to his knees.
The sight alone made her cry herself. Witnessing someone close bear that unforgettable pain.. Endless tears spilled from her eyes. It wouldn't stop.
She wasn't suppose to feel this. None of them were. Everything was suppose to be fine. They were suppose to have snowball fights. They were suppose to laugh and drive their Parents insane.. Not cry. Not scream in sorrow. Never to be expose to this at such a young age.
It's been a few days since she's last saw him. Every time she thought of him, that same heavy numbness continued.
Her Mother sat her down one day, pulling her into her lap as she wrapped her arms around her small frame, rocking from side to side gently like she use to. She used the same soft tone just days before as she spoke, explained, and repeated as many times needed.
Grief. Heartache. Bitterness. Loneliness. Those were the only word that really stuck to her.
She didn't want to feel the true meaning of grief. She never want to be in the state he was in. How was anyone suppose get pass this? To guide him back to happier times.
Does everyone experience this?
She had to see him.
He glared and spat out whatever came to mind, showing her a side of him that she had never witness before. His fists was balled and shaking at his sides. His breath came out heavy, his chest heaving as fat tears continued to streamed endlessly down his stained red face.
She listened, hanging on to each word he said until there was nothing more to say. At the time she didn't understand, but as years passed, and the more wiser she's grown, she realized it was bottled up emotions. It sat deep within him, nearly taking over him.
Even with the words from her mother, she still didn't know what to do. Words of regret, sorrow- how was she to give her condolence in a way that hasn't been said? She didn't know. So she didn't speak. She just stood there and took the verbal abuse until he tired himself down.
He hung his head low, his hair falling around his face. She watched as his tears hit the dirt, one by one they fell rapidly. She too found herself wiping away a salty droplet from her face.
She was aware how being too close makes him feel weird, but that day- she just didn't care.
Tenten took a hesitant step closer. Then another. And another- until she was only a foot away. And she did the only thing she could do. She embraced him. Her small arms wrapping around him. Holding on tighter, refusing to let go until every muscle in his body fell limp against her. She gave a small smile when he clung to her, and cried.
This was all she could do. Be the one to take it all in- the anger he felt because that's what friends were for. To help relieve that aching pain- even for a little while.
If it was one thing she learned, it was the more you apologize, or repeat the same words as the next, it just made it that much harder to heal. That, sometimes it was just best to not say anything at all. Just by embracing them and being the one to burden their pain said enough.
Your bonded for life.
The memory stood clear now.
That was around the time his Mother had passed.
He was so young. Just the thought of Neji all those years ago- a faint memory that was slowly burning away in her mind. She could see how much different he was from his past self. Tenten frowned.
I guess people do grow up fast..
She didn't know who she missed more. His past self- The one who was more approachable and showed more emotions, or the current Neji- the one that was more wiser and more distant?
"You're staring."
He didn't need to look up from his book to feel the heat of her gaze on him. She had been too still and quiet for a while now.
When he didn't get a response, his gaze rose to meet hers- eyes lidded.
Tenten blinked. "Wha-"
"Something's on your mind."
Tenten glanced away momentarily. "Neji, are..are you going to be okay?"
"I should be back in school soon."
"No that's not what I meant. I mean, with everything. Y-Your family.." Tenten sat up, shifting her eyes away to his dark navy blue sheets, tracing the patterns with her finger. "I-I know it's around that time again, and I just hate when you shut out everything around you. You're already distant from me. Us." She quickly corrected. "Just know I'm here, i-if you want to talk about anything."
Silence lingered in the air from the unexpected pregnant pause. She waited for a response, wanting nothing for him to open up just like he did years ago. To be there for him, if only he let her..
The small courage she found to meet his gaze, it all vanished. She bit her bottom lip out of habit as she searched for a sign- any sign that told her he'd be alright, that showed he'll let her in, but all she saw was the hidden annoyance.
He held his stare through narrowed eyes. "You don't need to concern yourself over me, Tenten. I'm not my Uncle."
Tenten nearly flinched at his tone- low and sharp. She turned away from him, her hands gripping the hems of her skirt. She nodded. "Right." She found herself uttering back softly.
Neji snapped his book closed, dropping it down on the night stand before laying back. Folding one arm behind his head, he released a soft sigh, letting his eyes fall shut.
The atmosphere continued to grow more tense, too uncomfortable, and Tenten couldn't help but feel annoyed at herself. It was a sensitive subject- she knew that but she couldn't help herself. It wasn't wrong for her to care, to worry if he done something to put himself in any harm or whatever. As a friend, it was her job to make sure he was okay. To make sure he pushed through any obstacle and come out alright.
The year itself was troubling, as a lot had taken place shortly after the Funeral. And each day she saw how much harder it became. Slowly he grew more distant, never speaking what was on his mind. He learned to mask his pain, she figured, though his eyes spoke the truth. They always did.
It was like a scar- a constant reminder of the pain. And though the pain will subside, the scar will set, leaving a numb feeling. Scars are proof of the battle you've faced and conquered, but also a reminder of the trauma you've went through. It won't ever be forgotten.
One arm came around herself, giving a comforting rub. She had to remember he managed to get through it all, somehow. He was strong, intelligent- everything she wasn't. "Of course not."
Exhaling softly, she brushed her bangs aside. She couldn't help but remissness, her mind wanting to dig further into the past. There was more to the story- She wants to remember everything that happened in his life.
There had been an incident. The faces of the adults as they went into a panic when word had gotten out was clear as day. Fear and worry at it's finest. And shortly after that, more pain flowed right in, taking hold of their life once again.
It wasn't too far from when the funeral took place. It also made it that much harder because it was someone else he had loved.
Tenten gaze flicked to the closed night stand.
That was around the time Hanabi had gone missing..
Wait no.. Not Hanabi. It was someone else. His other Cousin.
Hinata Hyuga, was it?
Tenten held no memories of the girl. Of her appearance, or her age, her mind drew a blank. She could only go by the eyes because all Hyuga's eyes mirrors one another.
She the oldest sibling, right? With the midnight blue hair. Or was it brown? She couldn't remember.
Her eyes slowly drifted to the side. It just crossed her mind- she only seen Hanabi's missing posters, but not Hinata's.
Why?
She wanted to ask- to wipe away any trace of the pain and eliminate that intimidating expression off his face but she bit her tongue. She already stepped out of line. She didn't think she'd last if he were to cut her down with his harsh tone again.
"H-Hey," She turned her head in his direction, but her eyes remained locked to his sheets. "Y-You know the tournament is coming up soon, r-right? Are you ready?"
"Why are you stuttering?"
Tenten face flushed. "Sorry.."
Neji continued to observe her for a moment longer before glancing up to the ceiling. "When have I not been ready."
"Right. You and Lee always do go crazy when it comes to training." She laughed at the thought. Many memory of the two easily flooded her mind. Lee is the one with the most energy out of them all, it was usually a handful dealing with him at times- a hyperactive child- Tenten likes to refer him as.
She knew the two were close, even if Neji never voice it. "Where is Lee, anyways?"
"Dunno."
Tenten frowned at the one worded response but chose to not comment. Instead, she rose from her spot and began to wander around the spacious room. He was very well organized, something most guys find hard to do, though, the room was rather plain. No posters on the white creamy walls, nor a pile of used clothes sitting in a corner. It also didn't have that usual boy smell- which she was grateful for. The only thing boyish she saw was the game console that sat neatly in front of the flat screen.
Walking to his closet, she slid the doors opened, eyeing every article of clothes. She bit the inside of her cheek to suppress the smile that threaten to break through at the feel of his eyes boring into her back.
His school uniform was the first thing she ran her fingers on. Since they didn't really have a choice but to wear it, it made her wish they could wear regular clothes, though she couldn't really say she hate the idea. A huge part of her actually like the school uniforms. Not only does it save time getting ready in the morning, but the colors wasn't terrible. "You heard them babbling about the girl that's in Sasuke's home, right? What's up with that?" She questioned.
"No idea."
Tenten huffed loudly. "Would you stop answering me like that. It's really annoying."
Neji glanced towards his window, pondering on his next choice of words. "Are you staying the night?"
"Hm?" Tenten glanced over her shoulder. "No, not tonight." Deciding to leave his clothes be, her gaze rose to the top shelf. Standing on her toes for leverage, she reached for the familiar tattered box. "I always love looking these!" She whirled to him, holding up a picture of herself, Neji and Lee.
She turned the photo back to her, the corner of her lips curled until a full smile was present. She gazed down at the picture for a moment longer before fishing for another.
"You don't have to check on me everyday."
Tenten looked up from the box to see him now sitting up. His eyes met hers, and just like always, his expressionless face threw her off.
She masked her confusion with a small laugh. "How else are you going to get your homework?" Her eyes flicked towards her notebook that was left forgotten on the bed. It just dawned on her- they've have yet to start today's assignments.
Her smile faltered then as she met his eyes once more. "Do you want me to stop?"
"I never said that." Tenten continued to hold his gaze, searching for a sign but she was left with nothing, as usual. Realizing she had been staring, she tore her eyes away quickly, giving him her back.
"What friend would I be if I didn't help you?"
"Isn't troubling to have to deliver my assignments everyday?"
She shrug. "It's not a problem."
She stared down at the dozen of pictures until one caught her interest.
It was a sun-lit day in the late spring. A few trees were scattered in the background, the grass a beautiful evergreen. This was taken at the open field they would visit at times, she noticed. She always enjoyed their times spent there. The small patches of flowers here and there, the scent mixing in the warm breeze. It was always welcomed.
That was the day she decided to wear her hair down from it's usual twin-buns. Her hair fell passed her shoulders and down her back in loose waves, her bangs swept aside, concealing one eye.
She stood holding a different variety of flowers. Her eyes glowed a light shade of brown, and her pink lips stretched into a wide smile that was somewhat hidden behind the flowers. Her cheeks were a little flustered, making her all the more captivating.
She took notice of her attire, what looked to be a white dress. Tenten let out a scoff. "I forgot all about this.."
It had been just the three of them that day. Taking a pause from their everyday lives to just enjoy the warm weather. They had taken thousands of photos that day, creating unforgettable memories. The sounds of their laughter, and the images of their smiles in mind, it made her feel nostalgic.
"It's getting late."
Tenten glanced up from the photo at the sound of his voice before her mind register what he said. Turning her attention towards the window, she noticed the little light of day she walked under had long ebbed into nothing, midnight slowly approaching. "Oh wow. I didn't even realize.." Closing the box, she placed it back in it's rightful spot and closed the closet.
She then made her way towards his bed, packing away the forgotten assignments. "Get some rest. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
Neji began to rise from his spot when Tenten stopped him. "It's okay, you don't need to walk me to the door."
He paused for a moment, but then shrugged it off. "Text me when you get home."
Tenten flashed him a small smile. "Sure thing."
Once she was safety on the other end and the sound of the soft click of the door rang in her ears, her body slumped against the wall, her mood suddenly changing to annoyance.
What the hell was that?
Never had she stuttered in front of him, or anyone else for that matter. She was always calm and collected- that's what she was known for! But the moment he looked- glared -at her.. she lost it.
Tenten wasn't a big fan of change, and deep down she could feel their relationship slowly taking a wrong turn.
She could be over exaggerating- she didn't know. She just wants everything to fall back into place. Where his eyes was closed and he took even, calm breaths, looking more peaceful than ever, and she could just stare- gazing down at him without the judgement. Or when he would be fine, and less in a mood. She could just remain at his side like she always did. It was just so much easier.
But how long could she remain at his side?
She couldn't help but think as each day passes, the closer they come to their last as seniors as a whole. Just thinking about how different their lives will be, it scared her deeply.
Graduation wasn't far now, only months away. It's within reach, she thought. Just imagining everyone grabbing for their diplomas and tossing their caps in the air, it made her more nervous than excited.
Tenten couldn't help but wonder if they'll be as close as they are now after a few years apart?
There was just so much to think about. So much that needs to be done- preparing goodbyes, planning for the long journey ahead, confessions.. But right now, all she wanted to do is try to understand the distant Hyuga.
Maybe she'll soon understand him. Until then...
Her grip slackened on the doorknob as she pushed away from the wall. Adjusting her bag over her shoulder, she moved down the hall.
Guys..I know, Very late.
I'm sorry if this chapter sounds a bit off, I was kind of in a hurry to get this out soon. (Obviously I didn't) Please understand, the writers block hit me everyday.
Heh, Gotta love those writers block.
It's just- I freaking love Neji and Tenten stories, I crave them! But writing their scenes are SO freaking hard! Believe it or not, their whole scene was about to get deleted because of how hard it was, but I decided to keep it. Glad I did.
~Smiles innocently~ I just gotta say..I can't wait for the next chapter! But I also have a feeling you all will hate me for it lol.
Anyways, hope this was okay. Thank you all for reading.
Feedback is always helpful- positive or negative, I shall accept them all.
