09

Himawari was the first one found Sasuke and Hinata. She ran toward Hinata and her warm little head plunged into Hinata's arms joyfully, "Mom! I miss you so much!"

Hinata smiled and holds her tight, stroking her hair, "I heard from your aunt Hanabi that our Himawari is going to be the leading actress in the theater today. How can I miss that?"

"When did you go to aunt's home?" Himawari asked in surprise, "Boruto and I visited her twice these days, but we didn't see you there! "

"Well, I only went there one time, because I have lots of construction work to do. You and Boruto should come to my hut someday, there are many cute animals and flowers on the mountains." Hinata took out a pine-cone rose, "Here, it's for you, my sweetie."

Sasuke frowned, watching her using the left arm smoothly and naturally. It should be painful and hard to move in every way, but she kept talking nonsense about flowers. Seriously, what in the world can flowers do to solve her problem?

Sakura and Naruto came over soon. Naruto wanted to say hello, but Sakura gave him an elbow punch immediately. It was absolutely hurtful, making him bend down and groan. Then Sakura took Hinata's arm, "Hinata, so glad to see you here! Today, let us two together and stay away from these pesky men!" After saying that, she looked up at Sasuke, "Sasuke, you didn't bully Hinata, did you?""

Sasuke was lacking in patience to her insipid question, but he did find it interesting somehow: Sakura can be jealous even when she heard women talking about him in the street, and now Hinata lives next door, she doesn't mind at all. Women are really strange.

"Good morning, Naruto." Hinata smiled at her husband, walking away from Sakura and went up to him, standing behind just like the good wife in the past.

Sakura made a way for both of them to break the ice on purpose, so she had to accept this kindness. Besides, Sasuke and Sakura hadn't seen each other for a long time, it would be too unreasonable if she really interrupted their date.

Sakura relieved just as Hinata expected, and the bright smile on her beautiful face showed the same happy vigor as her girlhood. "So what are we waiting for? Let's go! We get a tight schedule today! First we Hanami, then go to the market, and in the evening there is the theater starred by Himawari and Sarada!"

Boruto was excited hearing all the activities when he suddenly it reminded him that someone had to videotape. He turned to Naruto, "Dad, don't you bring the video recorder? It's time to do your honorable duty!"

"Eh?!" Naruto groaned with a bitter face, then took the video recorder out of his bag. It really didn't fit in with his active personality to hold anything without moving. "But daddy wants to play around, too...I want a REAL day off without duty...! "

Hinata looked at this two kids, smiled, then reached out the right hand to Naruto, "Give it to me. I'll do the video today."

Naruto was overjoyed, hurried to hand the video recorder to her. It was always been Hinata, who is careful and quiet, doing this recording job.

Suddenly, his ass got a severe kick.

This attack was too sharp to avoid, almost knocked Naruto on the ground. He angrily turned back, cried to that black-eye man who seems like never did nothing just now, "Sasuke, are you crazy?!"

Sasuke eyed him with a expression of pity, closing his mouth tightly.

"Hinata," Naruto patted the footprints on his hips, while giving the recorder to Hinata again, "Take care Hinata, don't let that bastard break it down..."

Even before Hinata's fingertips can touch the recorder, Sasuke kicked Naruto again, with a more fierce strength.

Now the golden-hair man was completely pissed off, clamoring to duel with this bastard. Sasuke faced his rage with a consistently coldness, without any explanation. Sakura rolled her eyes, walking up to this two primary school students to preach. Sarada helped Naruto protesting against his father, Himawari can't find a way out so only to smile, and Boruto was busy admiring his Sensei, "Why is he always so cool!"

With a group of people making a terrible racket around, Sasuke started to feel great headache, knitting his brows, looking at Hinata who stay away from all these noises. The whole thing went there is like a play, in which everyone acted their own character, and she was an audience watching quietly, never got a position on the stage.

Hinata found Sasuke's looking at her, so she nodded gently with gratitude. But there revealed an apologetic smile on her face, looking like a silent but self-evident dissuasion.

Therefore, Sasuke suddenly found his behaviour meaningless. WHY bother wasting time to worry about someone else's wife and her damn arm? She herself doesn't care anyway!

His chest was full of anger, "Shut up!"

This unfriendly demand was actually not too severe, but showed a strong power when it came from a man of indifference, so they all shut up immediately. Tongue-tied.

Sasuke snorted coldly, walking his own way forward, only left Naruto feeling muddled, "H-how dare this guy become angrier than me?! I thought I was the one got kicked!"

Hinata smiled a little as a reply, then took over the recorder from his hand.

The sky was particularly blue and sunny after a spring rain. All kinds of stalls jostled with one another, almost blocking the streets nearby. On the both sides, there were full of colorful candy, toys, small games and crowds of mirth. Kids were all thrilled, running here and there. Sakura broke a boxing game playground, and Naruto tried a wig with two long ponytails. Hinata was absorbed in recording, following them in a helter-skelter way.

By this time, Boruto left the viewfinder, so she shifted the recorder to the other hand hastily. Before she could realize the mistake, a sharp sting attacked her.

Hinata can't help but to loosen her grip, and the tiny machine was going to break on the ground.

Suddenly, there stretched out a big hand, helping her hold the recorder. Then she heard an apathetic voice, "Be careful."

Sasuke's hand had long, beautiful fingers and trim nails, callused because of the Katon Ninjyustu practices. It was as cool as his voice, even in the sun.

One second later, the hand was taken back. The man returned to his lonely and free world, leaving her in the taste of acid, sweet, or bitter. With misty white eyes, she stared at her husband's wide back in the viewfinder, biting her lips, murmuring in her heart -

He is an exception, and a threat.