Recap_______________________________________________________________________________
"Your going to kill me one of these days" he said as she sat next to him on his matt in her old sweater, for her other clothes were soaked.
"Well, it's not like I purposely play dead," she said she as she took a sip from her hot tea.
"Still…Hinata I don't want you wearing that out fit or touching that kunai anymore". He said sternly
Hinata stop midway sipping her tea.
"but Haku,"
"Please, Hinata. I've thought it over and it seems that the outfit does nothing but put you in mortal danger."
"Bu-but it makes me stronger." She stuttered.
"Strength wont help you much if your dead."
"What doesn't kill me makes me stronger!" she exclaimed and she placed her hands on her chest.
"Don't be stupid, Hinata. You've gotten this far on your own, not because of a suit you bought in the marketplace."
"Haku…"
"What?"
"My heart…It, It isn't beating!!!"
NOW
He stared at her for a good ten minutes before asking her, "What do you mean your heart isn't beating?"
Hinata brought out her wrist and placed it in his lap.
"I have no pulse," she said oddly calm.
Hake once again gave her a questioning look before lightly placing his fingers over her veins. Surely enough, there was none of the soft fluttering of her beating heart. He looked up at her and then leaned in closer, too close. Hinata's face began to flare up as he placed his ear next to her chest, concentrating on listening to her pulse.
"Ha-"
"shhh"
He leaned there for another minute before removing his head from her bosom and gave her grim look. "How did this…" he began.
He paused.
Stood up and slowly walked back into his sleeping bag. Hinata looked after him with a face of concern, worry, and hurt.
Time tends to pass slowly by when your in a state of depression or disbelief, though this is a rare case were time decided to move things quickly along and heal the sores of mistakes and accidents. It seemed it did not matter if Hinata's heart was beating or not, as long as she was still breathing and following the currents of life. Despite the many cases where she put Haku through depression, they seemed to grow closer by each passing day. Sometimes they fought, but they always made up. Sometimes they laughed and sometimes they did the queerest things to each other. And then came the series of pranks.
It all started with a bucket.
The group was going to cross the desert to Suna for secretive reasons, and Zabuza had ordered Hinata, little miss living dead as he like to call her now, for a bucket of water. As she was trekking across the uneven forest floor, she tripped over a root and spilled over the bucket of water…over a Haku that happened to be in the wrong place, the wrong time. Not to mention wearing the wrong thing as well.
"MY FAVORITE KIMONO!!!!!" he yelped as looked down at himself.
"I-I'm s-so s-sorry Haku, I tripped." Hinata stuttered the apologized and bowed so low that her face nearly touched the floor. Haku looked up at her with an unusually sinister smile.
"It's ok, Hinata, It'll be better sooner or later"
And so the chaos began.
I'M SORRY THAT'S ALL I CAN AFFORD TO DO RIGHT NOW!!!! I'm so busy and waking up at six to go to the comic con doesn't help much either…..
COUGH COUGH
I'll update sooner and the chapter will be more fulfilling next time.!!!
