Hey friends! Ugh, these next few days are going to suck royal hippogriff... Tomorrow, my sister is moving away to college. Then I only have two more days of freedom before "IT" begins again. WHY!
BUT on the upside, my new ballet pointe shoes came today! They're soo pretty and shiny and new! Ah, you've gotta love ballet :)
Anyways, don't let my complaints ruin your happy thoughts, just enjoy this next chapter!
The room was dark. Hiashi, Neji, and Kiba all sat across from Hinata, looking rather angered. Kiba, for once, wasn't with his faithful companion, Akamaru. The only source of light was a lamp on the table. It looked like in those detective movies, when the suspect is getting interrogated. Yes, this whole scene was ridiculous, Hinata thought.
Hiashi asked his first question. "What were you thinking?" he rudely said.
Hinata was lost for words. What should she say? She just looked down.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you," Hiashi commanded.
Hinata timidly looked up at her father's shadowed face. "I was thinking that I want to make my own choices," she answered.
"Make your own choices? Like, going to live with a bunch of psychopathic men that are more than twice your age?"
Hinata winced when her father said this. Now that he put it that way...
"Did you know that you could've died! Honestly, Hinata, you're really not experienced enough. It's always the others that have to save your life. No one would've been able to rescue you this time."
Hinata sighed and looked away, crossing her arms. "Well, if you weren't always putting me down, maybe I'd have a little more confidence to save my own skin." Hinata was surprised at the words that had flown out of her mouth. Usually, she would've just hung her head and let her father insult her, but for some reason, she didn't want to take it this time.
Hiashi looked angry, which was a terrifying sight, but he spoke rather calmly. "How dare you speak to me like that," he simply said before moving on. "Hinata, you're destined to become our clan's leader. Are you trying to spoil our family tradition?"
"You're always telling me I'm no good!" Hinata suddenly snapped to everyone's surprise. "How do I know that you weren't happy when I left? Then maybe you can pass that responsibility down to Hanabi or Neji. You've always preferred them, anyways!"
The two were glaring lightning bolts at one another. Neji and Kiba both sweatdropped.
"Fine, then." Hiashi finally sat back and closed his eyes after a long, tense glaring contest. "Maybe I will pass the responsibility down to someone more responsible." He stood up. "I'm going home," he told Neji. Then he disappeared through the door.
"Me too," Kiba growled.
"Wait," Hinata said, suddenly turning back to her timid self.
Kiba stopped in midstep and turned back to face Hinata. She couldn't really see his face, but his tone was harsh and sarcastic "I really have nothing to say to you right now. Except that I hope you and your psychopaths live happily ever after, because me... I will never be happy again."
Neji looked down awkwardly.
"B-but Kiba!" Hinata tried to stand up, but she was attached to her chair in chakra-suppressing chains.
"Goodbye, Hinata," Kiba said, dismissing her rudely as he walked out the door. It slammed rather loudly behind him.
"I never thought I'd say something like this," Neji said, "but Hinata... you just got owned."
Hinata sweatdropped. Neji? Saying she was "owned"...?
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Neji broke the awkward silence. "Look, I'm sorry about all this, but I-"
"No, it's not your fault, Neji," Hinata said quietly. "I shouldn't have made you hold that in. You were just trying to do the right thing."
"You know that you're probably going to get disowned, right?" Neji said.
Hinata solemnly nodded. "I know. I can't ever really mend things with Hiashi, anyway," she said honestly. "Or anyone in Konoha." She thought of all her friends. Naruto, Shino, and of course, Kiba. How could she do this to him? She hadn't even considered his feelings once when she had gone rogue.
The Hyuuga girl sighed. "So, what's my punishment, Neji?" she asked flatly.
"You're going under house arrest," Neji replied. "And you have to wear a tracker and a chakra suppressor."
"Y-you mean... they're not killing me?" Hinata asked in awe.
Neji shook his head. "Hinata, even though you've been living with a bunch of weird freaks for a while, everyone still finds it quite hard to see you as a threat." Neji closed his eyes. "Actually, everyone almost refuses to believe that you went along willingly."
Hinata felt more despair sinking in along with another feeling of realization that she had betrayed her whole village.
"Look, cousin," Neji said calmly. "I honestly don't know what you saw in that... that... freak-"
"He's NOT a freak," Hinata said defensively.
"Let me finish," Neji said. He took a deep breath. "But don't feel so guilty. Obviously, you're not evil. I trust you, anyways."
There was silence between them. Hinata felt tears sting at her eyes and she wanted to hug her cousin. "Th-thank you," she said weakly.
"And there's something you're not telling anyone, isn't there?" Neji asked suspiciously, brushing off her apology.
Hinata was silent.
"I can tell," Neji said as though it was the most obvious thing ever. "What is it you're hiding?"
Should I tell him? Hinata thought. She just sat there quietly for what seemed like ages, wondering if she should tell about her unborn son.
If I tell, they might take him away... but I have to say something eventually.
Finally, Neji stood up. "Well, goodbye Hinata. Good luck."
And with that, he was gone.
xXx
"Where's Sasori?" Pein asked Hidan. "I have to talk to him."
"I think that he's STILL in his room," Hidan said, rolling his brightly colored eyes.
Pein frowned and shook his head disapprovingly. "Go and get him," he commanded.
Hidan groaned, but went upstairs without a complaint. When he reached Sasori's room, he opened the door without knocking. But he didn't see him anywhere.
"Sasori? Where the **** are you!" Hidan rudely asked, stepping further into the room.
Suddenly, Sasori emerged from underneath his bed (yes, I mean he was UNDER his bed). He had dark circles under his eyes and his hair was a mess. "What?" he moaned in a groggy voice.
"Look, I usually wouldn't care," Hidan said, "but what is the matter with you? No one has seen any trace of you since Deidara was-"
"Why do you care!" Sasori suddenly snapped, disappearing back under his bed.
Hidan just stood there for a moment. "Okay what's going on?" he said suspiciously. "If I didn't know any better, I would say that you're sad about Deidara." Hidan walked to the edge of the bed. "I thought you hated him!"
Sasori was silent. "Yeah, I do hate him," he clarified.
"I don't know," Hidan teased. "You're acting just like Kisame was before he ran away."
Sasori stared up at the underside of his mattress. His eye twitched from lack of sleep. "What do you want anyway, Hidan?" he sighed.
"Leader-sama wants to see you," Hidan said with a shrug.
Sasori sighed. "Fine, I'll be there in a minute..."
Hidan stood there, feeling suspicious, before walking away with a smirk. Well, I never thought I'd see the day where Sasori was upset about Deidara's death... weird.
Sasori was still under his bed. Suddenly, he crawled out from underneath. "I hate Deidara," he reminded himself before hurrying downstairs.
Once he got down there, Pein was sitting down in a chair in a very proper manner. "Good afternoon, Sasori," he said.
"Afternoon," Sasori said groggily.
"Have a seat," Pein said. When Sasori sat down, Pein said, "I have a mission for you."
Sasori groaned. "What is it?" he sighed.
Pein blinked. "But Sasori! You love missions!"
"Yeah, but sometimes the excitement of things just wears off," he said pessimistically.
"Sasori, you are GOING ON A MISSION and you are GONNA LIKE IT!" Pein suddenly commanded. This random uproar silenced Sasori's complaints.
"Right then," Pein continued in his usual calm manner. "I want you to FIND out where Kisame has gone off to."
Sasori, once again, moaned. "Why? He's gonna come back, you know. He even told Zetsu that he would only be gone a little while!"
"I don't care! It's important! Does he WANT his pet shark to die!"
"He took the shark with him," Sasori said. "Don't even ask how."
It was silent as Pein's hard gaze bore into the puppet across from him. "Go. Find. Kisame." he said, as though asking to test his patience.
Sasori stamped his foot like an angry two year old and started up the stairs, until Pein stopped him again.
"Sasori, don't deny it, everyone knows that you're upset about Deidara dying," Pein said matter-of-factly.
"I hate Deidara!" he said a little too defensively before running up the stairs.
Once he got to his room, Sasori slammed the door and leaned against it. "What's the matter with me?" he muttered as he took deep breaths. "I really do hate Deidara... why am I acting like this?" Even Pinocchio and puppet making couldn't get his mind off of his former teammate. But they were always fighting over what was and wasn't true art, and if not that, something idiotic.
But now it was so... quiet, without hearing the occasional "BANG!" of his obnoxious explosions, and without all the angry, heated fights they would have.
Sasori's brown eyes narrowed in determination. He didn't care what his mission was. He still hadn't settled things with the nuisance, dang it! Sasori then decided that, no matter how difficult it was, he would resurrect Deidara himself.
xXx
Sasuke felt so out of place. He was in a library, of all places, looking for information to perform a resurrection jutsu.
He was in a dark section, full of informational books, some that he recognized had belonged to Orochimaru. He took a large ancient book from the shelf titled, The Most Advanced And Seemingly Impossible Jutsu.
He raised an eyebrow at the ridiculous title, but nonetheless opened it up. Clouds of dust sprung from the book, indicating that this was the first time it had been opened in many years. Sasuke coughed as he turned the pages to the index, and after what seemed like ages, he had found it.
Ressurection Jutsu, pg. 395
The Uchiha turned to page 395, feeling like a mega nerd. He read the first few sentences of the description.
There are many different types of ressurection jutsu. They are all highly advanced and take a great deal of chakra.
Sasuke glared down at the page. This is ridiculous... it will take me possibly years to perform one of these jutsus...
But he had to do it. He couldn't let Itachi die like that! He thought about what Madara had told him. About how he had rescued the entire village, and about how he had fallen in love with a kunoichi that he once knew.
Hinata Hyuuga. He had never really acknowledged her, but he had always known her to be a very nice girl that cared about her friends and comrades more than anything. She must have really liked Itachi to have betrayed the village for him.
They both deserve better than this, Sasuke thought, more determination flooding him. I don't care how long it takes me to get this... Itachi will live again.
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