Hiashi was pissed.

I walked through the door and he was practically down my ear with a lecture about sex and how I should wait. I don't know how he found out about mine and Sasuke's make-out session, but the minute he could, he had me telling every detail. I felt dirty, explaining the mere excitement I got from kissing Sasuke. I told everything from the buzz that shot through my skin, the tingle on my tongue and lips, the pounding of my blood in my veins.

Hiashi was of course, not pleased.

He made me promise that I would wait until college, when I wasn't living in his house. Because in his house, everyone lived under his rules, exception to Neji because he was only there during breaks, and vacations. And even then, he's out with friends most of the time and doesn't get home till maybe twelve midnight, so he's a definite exception.

Honestly, I was pissed.

How dare this man, who hadn't given a damn in the last eighteen years, get in my face about sex! Where did he get off telling me all this bullshit! He didn't care for the last goddamn eighteen years, so why the fuck now? Like it was actually his problem now that I had a boyfriend! Hyuga Hiashi could go fuck himself if he thought that!

And I told him that. I got up in his face, screaming and bitching. Neji walked through the door with Hanabi, both staring wide-eyed at us. Hiashi never yells, but for the first time ever, we were screaming at each other. We were like a regular daddy-verses-teen-daughter sitcom.

I've never disobeyed Hiashi. I've never stormed out of a room. I've never had tears of hatred stream down my cheeks. But the minute he started getting in my face, I broke all my regulations. When he expected me to take it, I fired back with words brimming full of contempt and disdain.

It was obvious I didn't give a shit for him. And to him, that was bad. It meant I was rebelling against his almighty force and he'd have to up his game. He'd have to ground me for long weeks and make sure I had no phone calls (like I got any now). He'd throw every punishment he could in my face, and the sad part was I would do them because I had nothing better to do.

And of course, he did, and I repeatedly said I was not going to carry them out. Just because I kissed Sasuke was not a reason to ground me for three months! Just because I actually like him isn't a reason me never being allowed to see him again! Hiashi had absolutely no influence over me.

Funny how it took me eighteen years to realize that.

Just as soon as the fight started, it ended, with me taking a deep breath and saying the words that were sure to hit a nerve. And I wasn't even sure that they would hit. He never acted like my years of saying "I love you" before bedtime meant anything, so why should a ten-second "I hate you" be any different?

You could visibly see him shut down. His lips thinned, his eyes narrowed and it was like his heart was shriveling down to the size of a pin prick. He told me to go to my room. I gladly complied, rushing from his Almighty Presence and up the stairwell. I was tired of having Hiashi always tell me what to do, making me feel like I was worthless and shitty.

It was time he felt that way.

And then the guilt kicked in.

-

"Wow," Sasuke smirked as I pulled my knees to my chest, sitting on his bed.

I have no idea as to how I made it to his house. He had slipped the address to me before Shino and Kiba could do anything to him, but I had lost the slip. It wasn't like his house wasn't hard to find. It was the one with the security gate and very expensive Jaguar in the sun. It was also the only one I knew that looked kind of like mine, without the trees and stairwells.

Tears rolled down my cheeks and I buried my face in my ivory knees. "Please don't. He's my father. I'm not supposed to hate him, but I do. I hate him with a passion. He's always telling me what's wrong, telling me what to fix. I could get everything perfect and he'd probably tell me to fuck up for once."

Sasuke's onyx eyes held no sympathy. "So? He's an old man; he wants everything to go his way before he's six feet under. He's not going to expect you to defy him, especially after eighteen years of you not defying him."

I sniffled and wondered why the hell I liked this man. "T-that's h-horrible, Sasuke! W-why would y-you say t-that?"

"Because it's true."

I stood from his bed, still in my school outfit (I had to go with the extra small skirt because it was exceedingly hot today, or that's what I told myself). "T-that's still a-awful, Sasuke! H-he's my dad! I-I don't w-want him to d-die! No matter h-how many t-times I say I h-hate him!"

Sasuke turned his onyx eyes towards his homework, which was already done. "Then why are you complaining? If you don't like him, you don't like him. Family is family, Hinata. You either love them or you don't."

I sniffled, sinking back onto the dark blue duvet on his bed. "You don't have a family then." His eyes snapped towards me and I continued. "You're family is supposed to love you Sasuke. It's not a love/hate relationship. They're going to miss you when you go away, no matter how many times they say they won't. They're going to be upset when you get hurt, no matter how they act. And they're damn sure going to cry when you die, no matter if they say they won't."

"If you know so much about family," he fired back, eyes narrowed, "then why the fuck does yours have so many damn problems, princess?"

A lump formed in my throat and he sighed as my tears fell faster down my heated cheeks. "Look, don't cry. Hell, you're not even supposed to be in here. I'm sorry, okay?"

I didn't bother looking up. We've only been dating for a week and we're already fighting. Why did I ever think we were supposed to be together? Hadn't I had my lesson from Naruto already? I hated the idea of heartbreak, so why the fuck was I dealing with it again?

His rough hands cradled my cheeks, wiping my tears away with his thumbs. "Stop crying okay? I didn't mean it."

"Do you always say that when you make a girl cry?" I hissed, turning my head away. This was the legendary playboy I was dating. I was expecting him to come and comfort him and he did. It's what every girl wants. And when you give every girl what she wants, you get what you want. What the hell had Hiashi just told me an hour ago anyways?

I should wait.

"Hinata," he sighed, like I was an unreasonable child. "Don't be mad, okay. I said I was sorry."

I fidgeted with my fingers, a habit I hadn't done in ages. "Whatever Sasuke. Just drop it. I don't want to deal with it."

He pulled me into another kiss and I sniffled, deciding to let this one go. But there was going to be a time when I would crack and end up starting a spark that wouldn't go out.

Maybe that spark had already begun.

-

I woke up wrapped in his arms. I hadn't even known I had fallen asleep. I hadn't even known we had gone for a walk. All I knew was that the night's cool, crisp breeze brushed against my skin and sent shivers up my back. Sasuke unconsciously rubbed my arm, even going so far as to wrap his jacket around me. I hadn't even realized I had fallen asleep.

"Are you feeling better?" he murmured into my hair.

I nodded, trying to regain some of what happened earlier. We got in a fight (somehow, this didn't surprise me). Then he kissed me, and I kissed back and no need for details. And then we went for the walk. Yeah, a nice walk around the park to ease my troubles and clear my mind.

I closed my eyes and rested my head against his chest. "I don't want to go home, Sasuke."

He rubbed my back soothingly and I tried to hold back my tears. "I don't want to go home either."

That shocked me. You'd think everything was hunky-dory in his life. His mom wasn't dead (Mikoto-san is so nice) his father isn't always on his back half the goddamn day (Hell, Fuguka was more into Itachi) and he didn't have to worry about baby sisters and older cousins.

But I guess he had some issues with his family too.

I smiled through the tears on my cheeks. It was good to know there was someone out there feeling my pressure. Someone out there who knew what it was like to be expected to fail. Someone out there who was trying to make themselves be noticed for what they really are. So I wasn't alone in this world after all.

"Find someplace secretive," I looked up at him and he blinked. Then that slow tantalizing smirk spread across his lustful lips and I followed it with a blush. "Please, Sasuke-kun?"

I finally decided I didn't have to wait any longer. I was ready.


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