CHAPTER 1
Weird Visitor
Every day. Every night. Lights illuminates my room when the season gets cold and when it gets hot. Less sleep. More drugs. Only the screen above is the only source distracts my thoughts. Feeling nausea is normal. Feeling puzzled wasn't Uchiha like. Uchihas are idles. Flawless images. Serious deals. Smooth personas. Healthy inside and out.
The men in white comes to check up for any updates. The women that comes in has wrinkles and a fresh grin on their faces greets me with unpleasant meals. Young ones, with sweet sugar fragments overwhelms my nostrils from time to time, coos me as if I'm an infant and acts as if everything will be found when there's a lot to worry about in my condition.
I hate it. Hate to call this home. Hate to teach myself to grow comfortable in a room to the next. Each rooms have their own stories that I can't stand to get use to. One room will cough in despair. One will cry when I dream. One will talk their mouths and drive me insane. Others would lay in the comforter like a log as others circles around with gloomy wet faces.
I hate it all.
My family called me the lucky child. I don't deserve luck. Laying here is pitiful, disgusting, horrifying, and soulless. Who knows who passed here. Who knows if I pass here. They thanked God that I, the youngest son, made it throughout the days. The days that repeats itself.
My parents and older brother usually comes here to cheer me up. They always crack a smile on my face. They were the only ones that made me feel like I can relive again. My mother told me I was brave during the mission. I smiled. My dad praised me for waking up before the doctors' date of my awakening. My older brother, Itachi, cried for the very first time in my eyes. I will never forget what he had said to me. That day, I cried with him.
"I thought I was going to lose my only brother." No whimper or any kind of noises crack between my lips. Just tears bubbling at the corner of my eyes slips down my cheeks to my chin. It hurts to make a face. It hurts to react to something. It hurts to cry along with him. My organs curled when I let myself out.
For months, my parents and brother came to visit me for hours until the bright sky falls. After those months, my brother and mother came in with stories and gifts. Some video games and books keep me occupied. Father brought them for me. They told me father was busy. I didn't complain. Weeks later, mother stopped by and told me Itachi had joined baseball and worked at a deli shop after school. I couldn't complain. Two weeks later, Itachi came to tell me that mother is working with father.
I should had known sooner or later that my family will leave me. They faded away.
Slowly.
Slowly away.
Every time someone comes in I just ignore them. When I look at them, it's like looking at the wall. It's like being cramped up in a room makes the flat surfaces box me up until I cling myself under the covers like a balled up armadillo. Doing that carved a hole in my chest. However, there was once a hole in my chest. Now it's sealed with stitches.
Ugh.
I feel nausea just staring at it.
I want to go home. To go to school. See how it feels being a third grader. Make friends. Hang out and play video games with them. It was hard to join others in second grade. Not my fault that my parents thought that educating me home was best. It was great. But it was lonely.
I reached for my portable play station next to me, playing Street Fighter XII. Best game Itachi brought for me. I usually love playing fighting games. I was under influence of my brother knowledge, video game crack. The day I learned how to waddle, we sat in the family room and played on the huge screen. Mom always ruin the fun when the time hits ten o'clock. I miss those days.
I really do.
"Hi!" A small girl with weird eyes popped up beside my bed. When did she stepped in here? I didn't hear any foot steps. Maybe mom was right about playing games. It blocks the ear drums. I sheepishly looked away and went back tweaking my fingers against the buttons.
Soon as I beat one of the bosses, a pale hand touches my arm. I swung my arm away. Ugh. I swung to fast. My chest.
"A-Are you okay?! I did-didn't mean to...Go-Gomenasai!" She ran off with a book in one hand and a box in the other hand. In a minute, a young nurse came in with the girl clinging to her pants. A gentle smile on the lady's face. She gracefully walked towards my bed with a fluid bag in her hand. She naturally changed the almost finished IV hanging on the metal post.
"Are you trying to make friends again, Hinata?" She asked. The girl, Hinata, poked her head out beside the lady's hip. She shyly nodded. Why would anyone want to become friends with a hospitalized kid like me?
I just ignored them and continued playing.
"My name is Hinata." Now she was leaning on the high bed. Barely, she could reach the bed. No doubt her feet standing on the tips of her toes like a ballerina. Her round face of hers was pale. Not like her eyes. I never saw light eyes. First thought came up to my head about her is that she was blind. But she was literally staring straight at me. Her eyes were weird. Very weird. Almost alien.
"Can he talk? Can he hear me, mama?" She asked. The woman giggled. Of course I can hear and talk. I just decide not to talk.
"His name is Sasuke. Same age as you sweetie." Same age as me? No surprise. There's a lot of kids on this floor. Why is she here anyway? She must be...
"You have a scar on your chest too. I have one on my chest and near my belly button." She pointed where her hearts beats. I didn't realize that my hand was place on top of mine.
"Okay, I'm done. Let's go Hinata." Her mother stepped towards the door. Hinata just stood there. Her chin resting on her folded arms and now tiring toes, trembling to stand longer. From telling by the look on her face, she was thinking. Then, she turned back, giving me a view. A vertical line of stitches across the nape of her neck.
"Can I stay with Sascakes!? Please mama!" She begged. The woman sigh. She then nods her head and left the girl here with me.
"Do you like coloring?" She held out a girly book. I sucked my teeth. She should leave. Go back to her mommy.
Although I hate to admit it. I wanted her to stay. Stay next to me. Her soft voice had so much life. So much... Care. Just by the look of her weird eyes. I can see that she's interested with me. But I can't lose to what I have now. I went back to my game.
The bed shifted. I eyed her, crawling up the white sheets of my bed.
"What'cha playing?" Still struggling, she used what she can to get up on the bed. Isn't it bad to become close to any patient. By time I thought she gave up, she finally made it. A huge leap helped boost her up.
She crawled her way near me. Sitting herself beside me. Shoulder to shoulder.
She's weird.
"Does it hurt?" Her wee hands caresses my front. This is odd. Very. But her feathery fingers send humming waves through my chest. Like a door opening for me to walk through. On the other side, I lay on top of blueberry green grasses with the sun hitting me. Birds with multiple colors flies in the sky singing songs that they were born to know. Bees buzzing, wind whispering. Other kids playing around like there is no tomorrow. Still, the sun racing my pulse out of this world. A happy place I visioned.
Funny.
I fell asleep peacefully.
For the first time.
MDKat: Okay. Cope with me. I finally get to make a HinaxSasu story. YESH! I have thought what the topic could be about. I was planning to make a story about them being jerky friends with benefits. But I was like...Let me save that for the future. I'm feeling the love in the air. Curse you Valentine's Day! LOL! Any way, hope you guys enjoy this story.
I'm just having some fun with this story. It has bothered me all day in school. I just had to let it out someday. Also, I'm a huge Sasuke and Hinata fan. The two never interacted in the show like friends or even close to becoming one but I love them. They should had socialized with each other. But oh well. MasashiKishmoto done a fabulous job. Wish he could add extras. Like how everyone linked to their significant others and their dates. My bad for like other characters except for the man protagonist *COUGH*NARUTO*COUGH*
No hate. I accept how Naruto ended. As long as my HyugaHinata was happy.
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