Story: Life's Dirty Games
Author: chocoGONEsushi
A/N: At the end.
Disclaimer: Naruto can kiss my ass. No. Wait. GAARA can kiss my ass.
And do whatever he wants with it.
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"You're so pathetic."
The young boy slumped his shoulders then bent down, picking up the fallen katana in shame. His face was shadowed, hair covering his misty black eyes. Soft, plump cheeks were slightly bruised and flushed, but his eyebrows were knitted in determination.
Above him stood what seemed to be a much older, more mature version of him. This version was handsome and slim, cold but steady. They shared the same black orbs but not the way they saw the world. One was just learning of life and its hitches and the other had been molded by lies and treachery. One, a mere boy of ten, was just realizing that love had to be earned-- while the other had come to realize years ago that love was nothing but a hindrance.
Uchiha Itachi eyed his brother with indifferent eyes, his own wooden katana at his hip as he crossed his arms in impatience.
Sasuke just wanted a break.
"No matter how many times we go through the motions, you never seem to get it. Are you physically challenged, otouto? Sometimes I doubt how much Uchiha blood you really have in you."
The words were harsh and brutal and they angered the young boy, who picked up his sword and faced his aniki angrily. "I can do it! I am a true Uchiha and I can do it! I... I just need practice."
"Practice?" sneered Itachi, flipping his sleek black hair out of his handsome face. The black helmet was by his feet, and apparently, so was Sasuke's self esteem. "We Uchihas are born to be perfect, brother. If you have yet to master a technique in a day... you're something else."
The words stung. Sasuke stared at the polished wood floor, cheeks red in shame as tears threatened to spill from his scrunching eyes.
But he couldn't cry in front of Itachi.
Not again.
"I will do it," he muttered, voice shaky. "Because I am a true Uchiha."
Itachi smirked.
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His breath hitched and his stomach sank to ground. The feeling of wanting to just drop to the floor overpowered him when his knees weakened and bile rose in his throat.
It just couldn't be happening.
A dark laugh left his lips and he did, in fact, fall to his knees. Sasuke was laughing madly one minute then choking on his sobs the next. He clutched Hinata's cold hand in his and kept squeezing, realizing how slow her pulse was. The tears flowed down his cheeks and he was a mess. His forehead touched her soft skin and he started convulsing, shaking... anyone who saw him from behind would think he was trying to control his laughter.
But he wasn't. Uchiha Sasuke was in hysterics. He was on his knees, trembling... weeping like a baby.
He loved her so much it would be the death of them both.
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"...so, I've been mad at her all these years." Hanabi fingered her skirt, eyeing the ground awkwardly. "Or at least I thought I did. In reality I just missed her so much, Neji. I had a sister... and the fact that I didn't have her with me.. I couldn't comprehend it. Why wasn't she with me? When I asked father... he said because she was a defect."
Her eyebrows knotted and she stepped on a twig, snapping it in bits. She proceeded to grind it with her heel. "I... I thought I had to hate her because she abandoned me. It was just me taking care of all of her mistakes. I had to be what she was too broken to become."
Neji didn't say anything, he only listened. They were still trudging through the Forest of Death, trying to find any hints or clues as to Hinata's whereabouts. Nothing had come up.
"But I don't care anymore," she said in a brighter tone, eyes lifting to the canopy of darkness above. "I just... I just want to see her face again."
"Things happened, Hanabi." Neji's voice was smooth and clear, and if you didn't know him well enough you'd think he was fine. But he wasn't. Behind that disinterested look on his face there were so many running emotions that anyone would be driven insane. "Your sister has gone through so many things..."
She stopped walking. "What things? No one cares to tell me anything. My father says she was a reject of nature while you just say she went through some stuff. What stuff? Don't I have the right to know why my sister is the way she is?"
"Yes," he replied in an even tone, "but I don't have the right to tell you. I may have been involved but this is her story to tell. All you need to know is to be patient and understanding. Remember, these were life altering events."
This only made her curiosity peak and Hanabi was suddenly frustrated. She blinked, and thought of the only image of her sister she had. Hinata had been sixteen, and by accident, Hanabi had seen the picture Neji had sent her father. Her sister was smiling broadly; long, soft hair falling over her shoulders as her eyes twinkled with pure happiness. She had leaned into the camera, arms open as if to hug the photographer.
Hiashi had deleted it.
But not before Hanabi could print it.
When she first saw it, it had angered her. Her sister was broken? How was someone who looked so happy be broken?
Then, when she laid down on her bed without being able to sleep and took out the photograph as some sort of comfort, then she'd see it.
Her sister was such a great actress.
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Kiba was getting pissed. Really, really pissed.
He was currently sitting on a small black couch in Tsunade's office, arms crossed over his chest as his left eyebrow kept twitching. His foot tapped on the floor impatiently, and his hands were clenched into fidgety fists.
He was going to punch Sabaku Gaara in the face and there was no one who could stop him.
"Gaara, calm down... freaking out won't solve anything." Shikamaru didn't even flinch when the redhead turned sharply to him, aquamarine eyes fixed in a glare.
"And neither does just sitting down doing nothing, Nara!"
It was so out of character for him that when he first did it they had been shocked speechless. Now though, it was annoying-- especially for Inuzuka Kiba.
Gaara had been hounding him with questions and it was getting so... so... troublesome. There was no other way to put it.
"I don't remember anything, Gaara. You screaming in my face does nothing to help."
"I'm not screaming in your face!"
Indeed, he was. Ever since Kiba had gotten discharged from the hospital, Gaara hadn't left him alone.
"Do I need to call Temari?" warned Shikamaru, looking absolutely bored but knowing full well what that meant.
Gaara had two other siblings, and the oldest one, Temari, was the only one who could calm him from these panic attacks. She lived in Suna with Gaara's other brother, Kankurou, but would be in Konoha in a heartbeat.
Not only that, she was Shikamaru's fiancée.
That right there was enough reason for Gaara to not really like Shikamaru, so the whole "don't make me get your sister on you!" thing wasn't doing anything to help the redhead's temper.
Needless to say, if looks could kill Shikamaru would be dead.
Gaara only huffed, turned sharply on his heel, and stormed out of the room, slamming the door in his wake.
Kiba sighed and leaned back on the couch, arms now by his side. "Now he's gonna kick every puppy he comes across. Congratulations Shikamaru."
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Sasuke was numb and his face hurt; the sudden feeling of puking was too close for comfort. He raised his head slowly, only to find Hinata's hand still in his. She was still unconscious.
That's when he saw it.
While in his painful sleep, someone had been in the room. Someone had written on the wall. Someone wanted to be found.
Find Me.
Very abruptly, he was standing. He turned around in the large room, but found nothing else. Only those two words written in black on the wall.
Then he ran. For the second time that day Uchiha Sasuke had made a run for it. But this time, he knew where he was going. This time, he wouldn't get lost, he wouldn't have doubts.
This time, he knew what awaited him.
The rest of the compoud was in absolute shambles and hardly anything was like it used to be.
There had been a fire. A fire so vast and great that could have been seen from miles away. It had been on a dark chilly night when Uchiha Itachi had snapped. His expectations of life hadn't been met, and he just gave up in everything that was around him.
There were only three Uchihas left on earth.
Itachi himself, who had escaped, Madara, who had left the clan years before, and Sasuke... who was spared.
As the young raven made his way down the grubby street his eyes squeezed tight for a second before a raw, echoing scream left his lips.
Oh yeah, Itachi was gonna die.
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Hinata didn't know where she was... but it was cold. And loud.
People were screaming or crying, she couldn't discriminate which was which. She was on her knees surrounded by darkness, and a constant cold breeze kept blowing.
Then she heard it.
"Fight."
The voice rose from the cacophony of screams and cries, in a voice so smooth like glass. It felt like velvet and it sounded like rose petals.
"M-mother?" The croak, Hinata realized, had come from her.
Suddenly, a pale heart-shaped face loomed from the darkness and long eyelashes swooshed open revealing the most beautiful lavender eyes that would put any gem to shame. Lips, smeared in nothing but natural sheen and cheeks a soft pink were the epitome of beauty.
This was her mother.
"Fight it," the gorgeous woman said, the voice matching the face so wonderfully it made Hinata feel awed and unworthy. Her mother had been this amazing creature when she had lived, but what of her? What could Hinata say made her and her mother one and the same? Nothing.
"...I c-can't."
The cool wind wooshed past her, her hair flowing and dancing in the air. Her mother smiled such a smile it almost blinded her.
"Yes, you can. Why can't you see how strong you really are, love? You can do all these things if you only try. Life has dealt you some blows, don't you think it's time for you to fight back? Show them, my dearest Hina. Show them what it means to carry those eyes. I, as your mother, am telling you. Please. As a last favor... listen."
It was all gone the second those words had left her lips.
Hinata stood abruptly, scared. She turned full circle but nothing could be seen. Only the darkness and suddenly all the screams and cries became so loud she was forced to cover her ears.
"Stop," she whispered, tears coming down her cheeks. "STOP!"
And it did.
It all stopped and it was just her and her nightmares.
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Itachi sat on a large throne made of stone, left leg hanging off the left armrest as he waited patiently.
This is how he wanted to die.
He wanted to lose his life to the hands of his vengeful otoutou rather than the disease that ran through his veins. It was for the better, he knew. All these things he did and was about to do were all part of this much greater plot to bring both his mind and his brother's mind to peace.
They both needed this.
Suddenly there came a great echo as the large double doors were pushed open, hitting the walls and cracking them as they bounced off.
A lonesome figure stood there, small and tired. Sasuke was panting hard, sweat dripping down his face and neck. His eyes, though, were cold and hard.
"Brother," Itachi said loudly, bringing his right arm up in salute, "glad you could make it. I've been waiting."
Sasuke growled under his breath, hands balled into fists. They kept clenching and unclenching.
"I hope you know you're not getting out of here alive," Sasuke muttered, knowing his brother could hear him clearly. The old, decaying room projected even the squeak of a mouse.
"Expected nothing less of you," his brother replied, coming to a stand. The smirk on his lips was taunting; it was as if he knew something Sasuke didn't.
Knowing him, he probably did.
The younger Uchiha began to strut forward, scowl becoming more eminent as he got closer to the man he loathed.
As Sasuke approached him, Itachi began moving forward, smirk tauntingly on his lips. Just when his fist rose up sharply, the older Uchiha stopped walking and lifted a finger.
"Now, now... let's not be animals, otoutou. We are civilized people." With the same finger he pointed to the side, where in a pile were what looked like empty shells of the human body.
Sasuke's eyes zeroed on the equipment and scoffed. The fencing attire brought back old memories. It made him want to cringe and hiss, but he kept his composure.
"I've improved," he inforned his brother. Itachi smirked a lazy smirk.
"I'm sure you have."
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Neji stopped his walking abruptly and Hanabi had to hop to the side or risk bumping into him.
He tilted his head up and gazed at the dark canopy above.
Just a little bit longer.
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Sasuke bent down to grab the helmet but was stopped by his brother.
"There won't be a need for that. Just pick up your sword."
The younger Uchiha, a little troubled by the request, did as he was told. Only to gasp.
"This is a real sword! What are you playing at?!"
Itachi smiled, holding up his own and pointing it directly at Sasuke's heart.
"If you are to beat me, I want to make it a permanent defeat."
Sasuke glared at him, picked up the very sharp sword and walked to the center of the room.
"So be it."
He was very confident in his skills, but even as he stood there, a good ten feet from the man he had always hated and feared, a cold chill ran down Sasuke's back. There was no denying Itachi's own sword techniques, but that alone was not something to fear. What really got Sasuke shaken up was that this man had been capable of wiping out his entire clan without even looking back. He had murdered his own parents, and had terrorized his own brother since. Sasuke knew he might not make it alive, but he also knew what that meant. It meant that not only would he die that night, but so would Hinata.
Hinata.
She was the sole purpose he was there, facing his fears.
He had done some wrong things before, and maybe through this he could redeem himself through her eyes.
"She's so beautiful, isn't she?" Itachi suddenly said, and his younger brother quickly looked up, alert. It'd put the icing on the damn cake if not only was Itachi crazy, but could also read minds.
"Her skin is so soft and perfect. Not a blemish on her entire body. Fingers long and delicate... her face so innocent and precious." He looked at his brother with a smile. "Have you touched her hair? It's like swimming in silk."
"Stop it!" Sasuke screamed, disgusted. "Stop talking about her like that! What you've done to her is utterly despicable! You ruined her life. How can you live with yourself?"
Itachi brought the sword up to his face, and ran his left index finger along the flat side of the blade.
"She's mine, brother," he said softly. "If Hinata isn't with me... SHE ISN'T GOING TO BE WITH ANYONE!"
He was running, quick and smooth like a cat, sword gleaming by his side. Sasuke only had a few seconds to react, and brought his own weapon up to deflect Itachi's attack. Both swords met in a loud, echoing clash.
He was thrown back, and he could feel his entire arm vibrating. He hadn't practiced in a while, which could definitely be a bad thing.
Itachi didn't stop to rest, and instead attacked again. His moves were quick and precise. He may want to die by the hands of his brother, but that does not mean he would make it easy for him.
Sasuke was now clenching his teeth trying to fend off the attacks. He was getting too tired too soon, and if he kept playing defense it would be the death of him.
"Why are you doing this?" he finally asked, panting for breath as sweat ran down his brow. There was a gash on his left shoulder, and blood was seeping like hot water down his arm.
Itachi was licking the edge of his blade from the blood dripping on it.
"Prove to me that you are worthy of her."
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"What is this?" Hanabi looked at the abandoned manor with suspecting eyes. The whole place was dark and most of it was nothing but ashes and foundations. The few houses left standing were restricted from public entrance by police tapes. They were dirty, with holes and crumbling walls.
"This is where your sister is."
Neji didn't pay much attention to the DO NOT ENTER sign and continued on his way, and Hanabi, not wanting to stand there alone, followed.
Inside it smelled of burned wood, dirt and dried blood. She unconsciously got closer to Neji.
"Is this safe?"
Neji didn't answer right away, because he was hardly listening. "Probably not."
"What are we looking for?" she whispered.
It felt wrong to speak out loud here. Obviously people had died, probably burned alive. It felt disrespectful to raise your voice and disrupt those of their eternal rest.
Whispering as quietly as her, Neji answered, "I don't know."
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Sasuke's eyes widened and soon they became small, his eyebrows knotting as his anger grew and boiled until it just errupted.
"You're testing me?" he screamed in disbelief. "You've put her life in danger ---fucking made her suffer--- because you're testing me? Oh, that's rich. She's in a room fighting with a poison because you thought it'd be funny to test your only brother. The sole survivor of a massacre. Which is your fault, no less!"
He laughed harshly. Really, it was kind of hard to believe.
Itachi raised an eyebrow, not impressed. "Well? Are you just going to stay there and talk your mouth off... or are you going to teach me a lesson?"
Sasuke growled, and with a smirk Itachi jumped back just in time to avoid getting his arm cut off.
"Finally," he whispered.
Blades clashed, sparks flew and both Uchihas were breathing hard and sweating. Sasuke's wound didn't hurt him because it was the last thing on his mind.
All he could think about was Itachi's heart and how easy it would be to pierce it.
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Hanabi clutched the back of Neji's shirt tightly as they trailed down the remains of what was once a great corridor. Now it was pitch black and dirty, looking more like a crumbling tunnel than an elegant hallway.
Neji didn't seem to mind. He was so concentrated in what he was doing he hardly felt Hanabi's tugs and whispers.
Now, what exactly he was doing was a hard thing to describe. To put it shortly, he was following his instincts.
He could sense Hinata within these walls, but he couldn't pin-point her exact location. But he was positive she was in there somewhere, probably suffering.
Uchihas were bad news. They all were.
When they told her she had been involved with Uchiha Sasuke... he wanted to smack somebody. Uchiha Sasuke was the younger brother of Uchiha Itachi, the son-of-a-bitch that ruined Hinata's everything.
If Neji were to find him right now, he would kill him. There was no doubt in his mind that he would murder the bastard, with Hanabi watching or not.
He was at a point where he just didn't care about consequences.
Not when Hinata was involved.
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"My whole life I have hated you. I have loathed your existence. I have brooded, regretted spending those times with you and foolishly looking up to you as the best big brother ever."
Sasuke laughed.
"...who knew I'd kill you?"
He was on his knees before his brother's body.
Itachi wasn't dead, but he was losing so much blood it would only be a matter of time.
It had happened so fast, Itachi didn't even feel the sword pierce his beating heart. Sasuke had gone for a frontal attack, kicked off from the ground, swirled, then smoothly stabbed his heart from behind.
He would have much rather have done it from the front, but there was a life at stake.
Itachi was spilling blood from his mouth but he still smiled. He had Sasuke's hands in his, and they were both drenched in his blood.
"Where's the antidote?" Sasuke asked quietly, finally.
Itachi smiled, showing rows of bloody teeth.
"There is none," he croaked. Sasuke's eyes widened, but before he could scream and demand Itachi said, "she was never poisoned."
This time the younger Uchiha's eyes widened not in anger but surprise. "What?"
"I..." it was getting harder to breathe, he realized. "I needed you to be...inspired. You wouldn't have fought the way you... did... if there wasn't something at stake. You're easy to manipulate, otoutou..."
After years of hating him, Sasuke suddenly felt the urge to cry for his brother.
"I still hate you," he whispered.
Itachi smiled, his eyes dimming. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
When the hands grasping on to his loosened, Sasuke stood. Not a tear rolled down his cheek. He dropped his sword, turned on his heel and walked out of the large room.
Some things were meant to be left in the past.
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Hinata's eyes slowly opened and she took in a large breath, sitting up abuptly.
She was alive.
Her hand grasped her heart and she felt tears rolling down her cheeks when she realized it was still beating.
The door to the bedroom she was in was slammed open, and she jumped back.
No, please no... not him again.
Instead of a tall dark haired figure she saw two. One was familiar, with broad shoulders, long hair down to his back. The other was smaller, but she recognized that face anywhere.
"Neji!"
She stood, but clearly underestimated the strength of the drug she had been fed and fell to her knees.
Hanabi gasped and was forced to let go of Neji's shirt when he launched himself at her sister.
His arms were wrapped around her and she was shaking, crying so hard Hanabi thought she was in pain. Hinata clutched on to his back with all her strength, sobbing onto his shoulder.
She suddenly felt out of place.
"Are you okay?" Neji asked, his voice thick with emotion. "Do you hurt anywhere? Did he touch you?"
Hinata shook her head and was lifted up in his arms, like a bride. Just as they were turning around to walk out, Hanabi quietly by his side, someone appeared by the door.
This person was drenched in blood and sweat and was breathing hard.
Neji glared. "Get out of my way."
Sasuke wasn't paying attention to him, but to the girl in his arms.
She was trembling, and from where he stood he could hear her sobs.
With pain running through every fibre in his being he stepped aside, and Neji walked right past him.
Hanabi trailed behind, watching as the boy glared at the floor with the passion of a burning sun.
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Next Day: Hospital
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Hanabi was the only one in the hospital room besides the sleeping girl. She was sitting on the chair, her legs touching at the knees and her hands clutching the seat tightly.
Her sister looked exhausted, but still beautiful.
Through her ran so many emotions, but the greatest one was regret. She soon came to regret all the things she had once said about her sister. Truth was she missed her horribly, and wanted nothing but to spend time with her like sisters should.
Hinata had slept for a long time, and almost everyone had come to check on her. Almost everyone because that boy drenched in blood was not allowed inside on Neji's orders.
Hanabi had seen the way his eyes longed to see Hinata. He was in love with her. Hinata was probably in love with him too...
A groan errupted from said girl and Hanabi froze up. She was waking up.
She began edging from her seat and toward the door, to get someone, when a croaky voice said her name.
"Hanabi?"
She stood there, not sure of what to do. "Yeah?"
Rustling sounds came and she turned to find Hinata sitting up, eyes wide. Hanabi bit her lip, staring at the floor rather than those large, questioning eyes.
"H...Hanabi..."
The last thing Hanabi wanted was water works, but apparently Hinata had other plans. She was crying again.
"Stop that," she finally said, walking to her bedside. "All you do is cry."
Hinata threw her arms around her, and she didn't fight back the embrace. Instead she stood there limply, letting her sister squeeze her and kiss her cheek.
Before she realized it she was crying, too.
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Sasuke couldn't say he was angry or upset. What he felt was a step beyond that.
The fact that Neji wouldn't allow him to visit Hinata made him so angry he was numb. He sat in the hospital's waiting room for hours, watching as absolutely everyone was allowed to walk in and look at her but him.
Neji wouldn't even answer him when he asked why he couldn't go in.
He's such an asshole, Sasuke thought, glancing at his hands. It had taken hours to wash out the blood.
Someone sat beside him, and through the corner of his eyes he realized it was Hinata's sister. She was pretty, but there was an air about her that screamed "bitch".
The silence didn't last very long.
"She's okay," she said. "Right now she's eating."
"Hn."
"So.. you like her?"
Sasuke rolled his eyes. Fourteen year olds were so damn inappropriate.
"Yes."
"A lot?"
"I love her," he finally whispered.
Hanabi nodded.
"I'm Hanabi."
He nodded.
"Sasuke."
"I know," she said with a smile. "Neji doesn't like you very much."
"Why?" he asked, hoping she knew.
"Because you're an Uchiha."
His eyes widened, and he stood. "You're shitting me. Are you fucking serious?"
Hanabi blinked then nodded. "Yes."
With his mouth slightly open he marched down to Hinata's room. How fucking unfair was that? He couldn't see her because he was related to Itachi?
Fuck him, Sasuke hissed. I'm seeing her whether the he-she likes it or not!
The door to room 3223 was blocked by two people. Chouji and Lee.
Sasuke couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"Move," he said curtly.
When neither of them moved he clenched his fists and scowled.
"If you know what's good for you, move."
Rock Lee, despite his shaky appearance, spoke first. "Can't do that, Sasuke-san. Neji-san says we can't let you in. So, please, leave."
Chouji only nodded.
Sasuke glared so hard he would have lit the two up in flames.
"Boys, please. I know you, you know me. Move, c'mon. You know what I'm capable of doing if you don't."
"Lowering yourself down to threats, Uchiha?"
Grrreeeeaaaat.
"Sabaku. Please. Go back to your coffee."
Sasuke couldn't believe that after all the shit he had gone through, he still couldn't stand beside Hinata. Really, his patience was running thin.
"Neji gave them specific orders not to let you in. If you behave, I might convince him otherwise."
He just had to go there, didn't he?
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Hinata was in the middle if drinking disgusting hospital soup when a loud clash from outside made her almost splash it on herself.
Neji quickly stood and walked towards the door, while she was left to balance the soup.
Everyone had visited her. Everyone except the one person she wanted to see most.
Even Sakura had dropped by with a flower, which was weird.
Not as weird as the conversation they had, though.
"Hi," Sakura said almost breathlessly, sitting down on the empty chair without a sound. They were alone in the room, and Hinata felt a little awkward.
She kept playing with her hands until Sakura cleared her throat.
"Here," she handed her a yellow rose. "I don't know what kind of flower you like. Uhm, Ino knows a lot about the Language of Flowers, and this would be the best one for our case. It stands for friendship."
Hinata took the flower slowly, gazing at Sakura for the first time. The girl wasn't wearing any make up, and looked a lot prettier than when she did. The pinkette smiled.
"What I'm trying to say is I'm sorry," she explained. "And that... I hope we can be friends."
The girl on the bed nodded slowly. "Of course. I never did think of you as a bad person, Sakura. I guess we're both a little competitive."
"As it turns out... I didn't really want Sasuke. Still don't. I've always wanted to be number one, be the best. Before I moved here I was. I'm really sorry for anything I might have done to you. I really want us to become friends."
Hinata put down the cup of soup and stared instead at the yellow rose by her night stand. She smiled, until a really loud scream made her stare at the door.
Someone slammed it open and was standing there, panting heavily.
"They just didn't understand when I told them nothing could keep me away from you."
Her eyes widened and she sat there, taken aback and suddenly out of breath.
Sasuke. He was breathing hard and his hair was messy. But it was him. There. For her.
Suddenly everything came flooding back, and she was sobbing.
Hanabi was right; she did cry too much. But right now it didn't matter.
Hinata stood a little wobbly at first, but soon regained her posture and was running toward him.
Sasuke smiled and opened his arms, but he wasn't expecting to be thrown back by the sheer force of her strength.
The two fell to the floor in a tangle of limbs, Hinata sobbing wildly while Sasuke hid his face in her silky hair.
From the corner of the hall Neji was standing up, rubbing his chin. Gaara was next to him, wiping blood from his mouth.
When Uchiha Sasuke wanted something, nobody got in his way.
Especially if it had anything thing to do with Hyuuga Hinata.
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The Motherfucking End
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A/N:
This is for Emily.
ilu. Sorry you had to wait so long.
You're probably blinking at the screen right now, aren't you?
Well, guess what? I really just don't care how much this sucks.
Oh, yeah. I KNOW it sucks. Trust me, I wrote it.
14 pages EXACTLY on Word. Over 6, 000 words. I am so DONE with this.
This, people, is why I'm bad with endings.
Because they're always shitty.
No, I didn't really edit this.
I only scrolled down the page trying to find those distinctive red lines.
Didn't see any.
I will be looking at this later, during the day time when I'm more composed and not as hungry.
Hunger makes me bitchy.
Thanks to everyone who has stuck with me through this disaster.
This is my first story on here and is the first to be complete.
It SUCKS, but I refuse to remove it.
It's gonna stay here as proof.
BECAUSE I CAN DO IT.
Visit my profile, there's something there you might want to see.
Review if you want. Flame if so enclined.
You can expect a huge-ass edit in a few weeks.
I'm a writer like that.