"I still don't get it,' Neji thought as he paced the length of his small bedroom.
It had been days since Hinata had threatened him.
He had spent those days trying to figure out her astounding progress in her training.
Suddenly it dawned upon him. 'What if she's been this way the whole time? How could she have kept it from the clan this long,' Neji thought while letting himself fall onto the bed.
Scene change:
Hinata stood over the hot stove with sweat on her brow.
She was cooking stir fry. A simple cuisine, yes, but ever since she saw Sasuke about a week ago she couldn't get enough of the stuff.
It was the first meal that she ever learned to cook. She was taught by her mother. Hinata remembered how patient she was with her. Hinata's mother was the only person in her family to ever give her that much.
This made Hinata even more determined to make it. She actually stayed up all night just trying to get the sauce right at the age of four.
Her mother was pregnant with Hanabi at the time while teaching Hinata. It was Hinata's goal to make her the stir fry. When the young Hinata had finally gotten it right she found out her mother was in labor.
Hinata was the last person who got to talk to her mother. "I know I won't be able to protect her Hinata. Please as her older sister take of her. Don't let her go into the branch house Hinata," Hinata's mother said as she breathed her last breath.
On the day of the funeral Hinata had made a whole bucket full of the stir fry. That was the first time she saw Sasuke, at the funeral.
Flashback:
Hinata stood by the Koi pond.
Tears were pouring from her eyes as her legs buckled underneath her sending her knees smashing down into the earth.
As she was whimpering she didn't notice the sound of approaching foot steps.
Hinata jumped up in surprise as she felt someone touch her shoulder.
"Why are you sad," said a voice she didn't recognize.
She turned her head only to be met with a face she did recognize, one of the Uchiha Heirs, Sasuke.
"M-my Okai san sh-she's d-dead," the white eyed girl whimpered through sobs.
"She obviously must have meant a lot to you," Sasuke said not really thinking about what he was saying.
Hinata looked up at him as her tears dried nodding simply.
Hinata then realized that Sasuke was the first and probably the only person that actually considered how she might feel in her mother's death.
"My mother once told me that when someone dies and they still have people who love them that they are always watching over that person," Sasuke calmly stated picking up on Itachi's habits.
Noticing that he couldn't think of anything else to say to comfort that lavender eyed Hyuga he started glancing around for ideas. Sasuke then saw a bento box tied neatly
in a soft purple cloth on the bench not too far away from the girl.
"Why do you have that if theres plenty of food inside," he asked.
Hinata turned her head and gazed at the box as if it was a forgotten memory.
"I-I made it. My m-mother taught me how to make it," Hinata said.
"Can I have some."
While the girl nodded Sasuke carefully started unwrapping the bento box.
Sasuke's eyes widened he never thought a four year old could actually cook chicken stir fry. Picking up the chopsticks that were also on the bench Sasuke took a small bite.
Right away his eyes glazed over in pleasure. As soon as he swallowed he quickly took another this time much bigger.
In what seemed like a blink of an eye to Sasuke the bento box Hinata had prepared was gone.
"Wow, you should really consider being a cook when you grow up --, I'm sorry I never got your name," Sasuke said helping the young Hyuga up from her knees.
"M-my name--,"Hinata was cut off by a loud slam from the door leading to the serene garden they were in.
"Sasuke! Its time to go," a young woman called from the porch.
"I have to go," Sasuke said.
End of Flashback
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