A/N
Time for some good ol' backstory! The story takes play in spring 2016, Hinata and Sasuke are 18 years old. You can figure their ages out on the flashbacks by yourself ;)
I'm terribly sorry, but this chapter will be slightly shorter than the others. That's because I had tons to do today, and I'm at the verge of falling asleep right now, but I really want to keep my schedule! A short chapter's better than no chapter, am I right?
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16th of july, 2004
"Daddy! Have you seen my teddy?" a small child running down the stairs shouted. He stopped, listening if he could hear his father. It was his favorite teddy, after all, and he didn't want it to be gone. His last resort was his father, as he somehow always knew where everything was.
The walls surrounding the boy was newly painted in white, from being yellow. He liked this change, it felt so much more modern. The distinct smell of paint filled his nose, making him feel like he was about to sneeze.
"Mommy?" he shouted, "You know where daddy is?"
No answer. He frowned, continuing down the stairs. The window in the kitchen was opened slightly, since the summer warmth heated up the house quickly. The clock indicated that it was 10:23 am, Sasuke knew this because he had recently learned to read it, and he wondered if his mother and father was still sleeping.
"Itachi? You there?" he shouted again, not expecting any answer. His brother, despite not being that much older than his brother, was always away. What he was doing, exactly, Sasuke did not know. It made him a little sad though, because he loved playing with his older brother. Especially because he was kinder than any other person he knew, even kinder than his best friends at school. That wasn't a huge accomplishment, though, as his friends and he fought a lot. He wasn't entirely sure they did it for fun or not, as it usually ended in them laughing. Well, everyone but Sasuke. Not because he had lost, but because he didn't take fighting as a fun thing. It was all serious, just like Judo. To become a good fighter you had to train, train seriously, that is. Just like in Judo.
His small feet thudded against the wooden floor as he ran across the house. He stopped outside his mom and dad's bedroom, unsure whether or not he should knock. He knew that they rarely slept in, and they would probably enjoy not being awoken. He really wanted his teddy back, though.
He decided not to knock and headed out instead. They lived on the countryside, with a huge house and a huge backyard. They had a swimming pool, and cool swings. He swiftly moved across the grass, towards his favorite place to be. It was an old oak, standing in the middle of the garden. His parents had talked about cutting it down one day, and Sasuke had protested by sitting in it until his mother pleaded for him to get inside, as it was getting really late. Sasuke had had a terrible ache in his butt two days after, but he didn't doubt he'd do it again. He loved that tree.
He climbed up the steady branch, positioning himself on the biggest of them all. He estimated that he was about one and a half meter up, and wondered what it would be like falling onto the ground. He decided it wasn't worth a try.
He glanced at the huge house in front of him. It was two floors, and his room was on the second one. He could spot his window from here. The house had a lot of windows. He had counted them once, and got to a total of 26 windows! He wasn't sure he had counted them all, though. He wasn't that good at counting, and had to get Itachi to help him.
He was just about to look somewhere else, when he realised something was wrong. The window to mom's and dad's room was open. Not slightly open, like the one in the kitchen, but wide open, as open as it could be. He squinted at it. Was that, dark stains?
He quickly crawled down the tree, running towards the house. He felt deep in his gut that something wasn't right.
"Mom!" he screamed, desperately hoping for an answer. He didn't get one. He didn't bother to take his shoes of, despite all the rage that had been turned at him when he walked inside with shoes. "Next time, you'll clean the floors!" his mother used to yell at him. What was so good about it, though, was that she didn't stay mad for very long. He usually saw her 5 minutes later and she was as happy as ever.
He didn't bother to knock on their door, either. He pushed it, hard, and it slid open to reveal the sight Sasuke would have in his nightmares years after.
His parents lied in their bed, but they didn't sleep. Their eyes were wide open, reflecting the fear they must've felt. There was blood on the floor, surrounding the bed that had been white, but now was mostly covered in the red, thick, fluid. They had scars in their throats, which it seemed like the majority of the blood had come from. Their hands wasn't attached to their arms, but lied on his father's stomach, holding Sasuke's teddy.
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(today)
Sasuke wasn't able to sleep, he tossed and turned, hoping to find a comfortable position. He told himself it was all about that stupid essay that their english teacher had given to him. Deep inside, he knew the cause was the continuous flashback playing in his head, over and over again.
Forty-one days until graduation.