Nice. real nice. Heh.
Anyway, short and sad. It's funny (not the chapter!) how people say short and sweet. Irony.
So here we go again. I feel mild...
"Whoo! You Uchihas!" the doctor said playfully as he finished wrapping the bandage around Hinata's wrist. "Always comin' in here! Dangerous!"
Hinata stared down at her wrist and started to rub it softly. They said that she fracture a bone in her wrist. Just one. How did you get it Mrs. Uchiha, the doctor asked. She told them some stupid excuse, one she didn't really remember. She had too much on her mind. She looked up at Sasuke. And he had two stitches beneath his eye and had somewhat of a busted lip. She felt so bad for him. She truly did, but the only thing that was on her mind was her husband. Or ex-husband. After everything last night, he still didn't come home. She was worried. She was about to call his cell phone but Sasuke suggested they go to the hospital since she said her wrist was hurting.
"So, everything's okay now?" the doctor asked writing something on his clipboard. "Of course. Now, I'm goin' to write you both prescriptions for pain killers." He wrote some more on the paper and ripped it off the pad and handed it to Sasuke. "There you go. Just call it in and you'll be set!"
"Thank you." Hinata said below a whisper getting off the gurney.
"No problem." he says. "Y'know, the only person that hasn't come in here with an injury was that Itachi Uchiha, well besides that time when you came in with that coma. Man, he had a lot of scratches on his wrist! Where is he anyway? You Uchihas usually travel in packs." The last comment was meant to be a joke, but the doctor realized he said something he shouldn't when he turned around and saw Hinata about to cry while Sasuke glared at him.
-•-
Hinata curled up in her bed, gripping the covers tighter. After Sasuke and her got their medicine he took her home, and Itachi still wasn't back. She was heartbroken, of course. She kept wondering if he'd ever come back, she hoped he would. Then again, her luck wasn't the best in the world. Sasuke insisted that he stay with her but she refused. She told him maybe later, but right now she needed time to cope. Time to think. Time alone. She has been staring at the phone on the nightstand for a while, and keeps saying she's going to call him, but she can't. Those pills that the doctor assigned her made her extremely drowsy. Her eyes felt so heavy. She hated her sleepiness was taking over her will. But she couldn't help it. Slowly, her heavy lips shut as she drifted into a slumber full of affliction.
"Stop squeezing me so tight." a voice came next to her. Hinata shot her eyes open to find she was holding something. No, she was holding someone. A male. And he had a familiar voice, with that familiar scent, one she was in need of. She looked up but didn't see anything but his bare back with his long raven hair in its usual ponytail.
Her eyes opened wider. "Itachi?" she called completely perplexed. It couldn't be.
"Hm?" he hummed. He sounded as if he was wide-awake.
Her heart started to race at a thousand miles a minute. Was this real? Was this all a dream? Hinata loosened her grasp on him as he turned over and smirked down at her with closed eyes. "Itachi." she called him in shock. "You're back...you're...you're really back!" She squeezed him tighter and wished he would hug her back but he didn't. She didn't care though. He was back. Back home. Back with her. Nothing else mattered in the world. "I've missed you so much!" she muffled into his chest.
He let out a deep chuckle. His deep chuckle. She missed it. "I've only been gone for a couple of hours."
"It felt like years!" she said to herself. She looks up at him and smiles at his face. "Open your eyes." she said; she wanted to see his eyes. His exotic eyes. She missed them too. She missed every part of his body.
"I can't." he says letting out another chuckle, but she doesn't realize how it isn't as happy as the one before.
Her smile grows. "Just open your eyes." she said and let out a small giggle. She figured he must be tired. She stares at him and continues to wait but he still doesn't open his eyes, but that smirk is still there. That smirk is still there as her smile quickly goes away when a tear seeps out of his eye and trickles slowly down his face. "Itachi." she called, worried. She starts to feel him slip from her grasp but he wasn't moving. Just laying there, smirking. His amazing smirk. "Itachi, what's wrong?"
He breathes out a tiny laugh, saddened. "I miss you so much."
She starts trying to hold on to him tighter but he keeps slipping away, like he's fading. No, he was fading. "Itachi, what are you talking about?" she asks, scared to death now, as her eyes start to water.
"I miss you." he repeats.
"I'm right here," she urges. "Just open your eyes."
His smirk still isn't fading, unlike him. "You're not."
"Please," she says and keeps trying to grip him more but nothing was working. "Just...just open your eyes." She smiles, sadly. "I'm right here. Just open your eyes."
He lets out another chuckle, and she notices how it had a crack in it, like he didn't believe her. Like he couldn't take her seriously. She gains a little relief when he lets out a long sigh, making her think he'll actually do it: open his beautiful eyes. And he does, and as he does he says, "I love you."
Hinata's eyes ripped open, and saw nothing but empty space next to her. She quickly jumped up feeling dry tears on her cheeks. Looking from left to right but she still didn't see anything, nothing but empty space. "Itachi." she called as new tears began to form. But no answered. Just dead silence. That horrible silence. Just like the past few weeks. And it's all her fault. "Itachi." she called again, but louder, but still nothing but that silence. She fell back onto the bed and gripped his side as her tears soaked their sheets. She inhaled, but nothing. She tried to get his scent, but there was nothing. Probably from him not sleeping there for so long. She reached for his pillow but it wasn't there. She looked up and furrowed her eyebrows at the sight of it on the floor.
He faded away.
She angrily grabbed the pillow and hugged it. She hugged it so tight. Squeezed it so tight. She buried her face into his pillow and kept inhaling it, trying to get his scent. But she couldn't breathe. And it wasn't because of the lump in her throat. Or because of her never taking in air. But, then again, what air? He was her air. Her life. And he wasn't there. So, she had trouble breathing. The air was filthy when he wasn't around. She tried to take another angry inhale but nothing was there. He wasn't there. His scent wasn't there. Neither was air.
-•-
Itachi stared down at his watch. She should be ready by now, he thought. But he wasn't rushing anything. No, he wouldn't do such a thing. Any other time he'd want to get this over with. Wished it would be done, but not now. Because rushing this whole process means moving on without her. Leaving her behind. And just thinking about that hurt. It made his heart ache, and he didn't need that. It was hard enough just to breath.
"Excuse me, Mr. Uchiha." the lady with long black locks behind the desk called. Itachi looked up and she smiled politely. "Tsunade will be with you in just a moment."
He nodded. Good, he didn't want her to rush. He reached in his pocket for his cell phone, never missing the other metal texture beneath his watch embossed into his skin. It felt so cold, sending chills up his arm. From both the feeling of the cold and remembrance. It shouldn't have been touched but he couldn't resist. He started to think he should take it off, but who was he fooling; that'd be just like leaving her again. He couldn't take it.
He looked at the screen; he has so many missed calls from the past two weeks. All from her. But then again, who else would it be? His father and mother were dead, so was Kisame. And Sasuke never called him, even though if he did Itachi doubt he would now. He started to think about what his brother was doing. Was he with his wife? Most likely. Itachi bit his tongue ferociously; it had to be forgotten. His insecurity with his brother getting to close to his beloved was what got him here in the first place. He realized now that if he had just trusted her, he would have never started drinking. He felt so pathetic.
He swallowed. He swallowed hard. His throat was so scratchy. It was dry. And he wasn't thirsty, he just had a cup of water. He kept clearing his throat, but the feeling still wouldn't go away. He didn't know what it was, but every time he thought of her, he was in need of more air. He inhaled deeply, but the air gave off a funny scent. It didn't smell and it wasn't fragrance, but it was missing something. Something very important. He tried to silently clear his throat again.
The secretary looked up with curious eyes. "Sir, do you need a cup of water?"
"No." he answered hastily and again silently cleared his throat.
He continued to stare at the phone. He started thinking that maybe he should call her. She must be worried. He let out a small scoff; he knew she was worried. Maybe he should call her, just to let her know that he was alright. Let her know that everything was going to be okay. And he definitely wouldn't mind hearing her voice. It felt so long since he has. So maybe he would.
He pressed number two on the keypad and the name "Hinata" came up.
Just maybe…
His thumb lingered over the talk button. He mutely sighed.
Ring.
Itachi's eyes widened vaguely. His heart began to race. He tried to calm down by breathing in and out slowly and quietly, but he couldn't. He swallowed, nothing, again. He stared at the vibrating phone in his hand, eyes locked on her name. His thumb was still peering over her number. He began to second-guess himself. He started to think that he shouldn't. But he really wanted to hear her voice. And he really wanted her to know. Let her know that he loves her. He cleared his throat once again and pressed the talk button. He rose the phone to his ear, but didn't say anything.
"Itachi?" She sounded so surprised.
He stayed quiet.
Hinata's eyes broaden as she gazed at the phone in disbelief. "Itachi." she called a bit shriller, but he still didn't answer her. She felt her stomach twist and turn. "Itachi." Her heartbeat picked up. "Itachi, please just say something." she pleaded.
He smirked, sadly. Not because she was worried. Or because she was sad, which he knew she was, he could hear it in her voice. But because he finally heard her voice. That beautiful tone. He was about to speak but stopped; he figured she didn't want to hear him.
"Just...say something." she said in a cracked voice, tears falling.
His smirk is still present. I miss you so much, he mouths.
"Please." She shut her eyes tight but the tears kept coming. "Itachi..." she says, "Please."
He exhales. "I love you." he says below a whisper, low enough so she could hardly hear him.
Hinata opened her eyes wide; she thought she heard something. "Itachi." she calls eagerly.
Click.
"Itachi!" she screamed in her meek voice, ass loud as she could.
Itachi impassively looked up when a secretary came out a door that leaded to other rooms. "You can come back now." she said, and he nodded getting out of his seat.
"So—" she started as they walked pass many offices and looked at the clipboard in her hand. "—Itachi, you want to be apart of ANBU's firm?" When he didn't say anything she stopped and turned to face him. A minor smile appeared on her face as she extended out her hand. "I think we should get more acquainted. I'm Yugao Uzuki."
He mentally rolled his eyes. Not another girl. He figured she'd be trouble; he glanced at her hand and tried to glare. He wasn't in the mood; she frowned and withdrew her hand.
Hinata continued to stare at the phone with traumatic eyes. She felt her whole body quiver. She felt so helpless. Why did he hang up on her? Why wouldn't he speak? She knew he was there. Because for what felt like a mere minute, she could finally breathe. But her breath was cut short once again.
Sasuke came from out the kitchen and observed Hinata on the couch for a moment before noticing she was crying. He quickly went to her side and was taken aback when she grabbed a hold of his shirt. "Hinata?" he called very puzzled.
"He..." she choked out while gasping for air. "He..."
He hated seeing her like this. His brother was pure evil. He swallowed and wrapped his arms around her slowly.
Hinata gasped for more air as she buried her face further into his chest. She gripped his shirt and inhaled deeply, and then everything just froze. Time stopped for her. Her eyes began to slowly open as she breathed in his scent again. It was so familiar. It was almost like his. Like he was there.
Once she calmed down fully, Sasuke started to get up but paused when she grasped to his shirt tenser than before. He gazed down at her in misunderstanding as she looked up with feeble eyes. "Stay." she said and buried her face back into his shirt. "Stay, please." He had his scent. Well, not his scent, but it was close enough. She didn't want him to leave, because if he left then he would too.
Sasuke nodded slowly as he draped his arms back around her, giving her what she wanted. Letting himself have what he desired as well. Her there.
-•-
"So," Naruto begins as he picks up a suitcase. "You're, like, moving in?"
Sasuke shrugged but he knew the answer. He picked up another one of his suitcases.
Naruto pondered on the current situation. An eyebrow lifted. "Won't Itachi mind—"
"I called you over so you could help, not talk." Sasuke hissed pointing to another suitcase Naruto should have. Naruto complied with an irritated sigh and followed Sasuke into the house. "At the steps." Sasuke uttered.
Naruto smiled and put the bags in his hands down where the Uchiha wanted them. He exhaled happily.
Sasuke glowered. "Why are you so happy?"
Naruto grinned at his best friend. "I finally get to see Hinata! Y'know, I haven't seen her since she got married and I really wanted—"
"Not now." he interrupted.
His jaw dropped. "Why later?!"
Sasuke glanced upstairs and said, "She's sleeping."
Naruto squinted his eyes with a creased forehead. "How do you know?"
"I know," he says, "Now leave."
"Whatever." Naruto said with a glare and flagged his friend before leaving.
Sasuke watched the door shut then looked back upstairs; he wondered if she really was asleep. She probably was. She cries so much. And those pills make her drowsy, he thought. His brother, to him, was vile. He didn't deserve anyone as fragile as Hinata. She was so frail, and Itachi was too rigid.
She asked him if he could stay, and he did. But just for a while, he keeps telling himself. But he knows he hopes differently. He was indifferent. He was cold. And he could care less about others than himself and her. But he'll act differently in front of her. But in the back of his mind, he'll still be the same. So in the back of his mind, he wished Itachi would never come back. But he would never speak on it out loud. Not ever. She might hear.
He began walking up the stairs to check on her. Something out of the ordinary for this Uchiha. A small scoff left his lips. Itachi didn't have common sense. Changes are for the best. For her best.
Do you get the title? Sasuke's getting deceitful. Sort of...not really...
But it's whatever. Sasuke just thinks his brother's a total asswipe. I disagree. I think he's the asswipe...not really.
Next chapter will be -points to my favorite plant guy-
-Zetsu looks at me and rolls his eyes- interesting
-grins-...But seriously. It will, I mean WILL interesting.
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