Author's Note:
It's been a year since I've updated, and I want to start off by saying that I will not apologize for taking a year off from this story, but I will apologize to you all for not updating you on my whereabouts. I took a year off from 'My Story' because I've been dealing with depression. It's been the most difficult thing I've ever had to deal with as a teen, and I hope that any of you who are dealing with it reach out to someone for help and guidance. I won't go too deep into my depression and all because it's still a sensitive topic for me. Just please get help if you're dealing with it.
Contrary to belief, I have been writing for My Story the entire year on this exact chapter, but because it had been months since I'd written, I kept starting over and over again trying to do it right. So I took a break from this fic and tried to write on other fics so that I could get back into writing and not mess this entire story up. I honestly wasn't going to post this today, but readingfanfics sent me a message that just...I just couldn't let you all down anymore.
I want to thank all of the readers of this story, especially domolove19, who messaged me about my absence and to those readers who have continued to support 'My Story' even after a year long hiatus. Thank you all so much. Thank you.
Oan: I removed the last chapter from this fiction because I didn't connect with it, which is why you all received a notification of this story being updated. I wrote it during a very difficult time where I could not connect with the characters and, honestly, I hated it. The scenes were choppy and it was just a disaster. To anyone who read the chapter before I took it down, please disregard that. Thank you.
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Chapter 29: The Beginning of the End - Part One
"...I don't just wish you rain, Beloved - I wish you the beauty of storms..."
― John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
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When she was pushed out, Hinata saw eyes. Thousands of pairs of eyes stared back at her. She huffed with bated breath.
Eyes - all conveying a mixture of shock and an emotion she wasn't accustomed to - awe. She threw a glance towards the section where designers and 'big time' celebrities sat all in their beautiful magnificence. They stared back with wild, bewildered expressions, but Hinata couldn't see past Konan impassive stone face or Ino's bright-eyed stare and white smile.
"Hyuuga-san!", someone audibly hissed from behind her near the stairs, but were ignored.
She couldn't move from her spot - she was panicking. Just an utter disaster - even more embarrassing than that father-in law - daughter-in law dance between her and Fugaku at the reception three years ago. Even more embarrassing than when she mistook Edvard Munch's painting for Van Gogh at an art Gala. Even more embarrassing than when she'd almost walked in on Neji-nii-san and Tenten one night she'd came to visit-
But she couldn't move. Everything was just so beautiful…
Hundreds of stars called out to her, brightening up her dusky sky and giving her a gift of infinite clarity. She couldn't process the words being shouted in the tightly packed crowds on the balcony or below beyond the neon lights scattered on stage. All she heard were screams as loud as waves crashing against a shore, as loud as the sound of her heart beating in her ears. That's just what everyone was - a sea of crashing stars united as one by flashing cameras and moving glow sticks.
Yamato had done a beautiful job on setup.
"Hina-hime! Hina-hime!" The chants started slowly throughout the crowd, and Hinata felt her heart swell.
Hina-hime?... It'd been so long since anyone had ever called her a princess. Their princess. Royalty.
At the scream of her name again, she subtly waved a shy hand towards them.
She'd almost stumbled again when she was snagged in the shoulder by someone , which turned out to be Sasori. He stared at her, stars in his eyes. "Why'd you stop?"
Because she couldn't believe her eyes. Because she wanted to capture this moment in her mind and tuck it in her soul in case she needed the strength and inspiration to move on. Because she couldn't believe that someone like her - someone so insignificant and unworthy - could feel something other than insecure when being observed by thousands of people. It was so empowering and moving - who would want to lose that feeling?
Hinata dreamily waved at the screaming fans in the balconies. She barely noticed when she was grabbed by the waist and guided down the path.
"You really are a piece of work, Hinata." Sasori teased, a small smile forming unbeknownst to the girl.
Hinata couldn't help but let out a smile of her own, her chest feeling weightless as the loud cheers filled her.
Maybe this job won't be so bad afterall…
"...we can drop the silver confetti on the first go round since Ibisu has a shimmery logo", the director explained as he wrote something down on his clipboard "Then we cue special lighting effects, which will reflect against the confetti and create a starry display for the audience while we get the rest of the models dressed. For the finale Yamato suggested that we use gold confetti instead of the white since our lights are brighter than expected and could cause unpleasant visual effects..."
Shikamaru tiredly looked up from his script towards the director. "Are we really talking about confetti? Whatever, just - what was the backup?"
"Red, sir."
"Use red for Ibisu and silver and gold for the finale." Shikamaru went back to reading as the director nodded and jotted that down as well.
Sasuke held the script in his hands, seeing but not seeing the words. His clouded mind prevented him from doing so.
The dainty, sweet young maiden that Naruto had been ranting about during rehearsals?
"She's the most caring person I've ever met..."
It was freaking Hinata Hyuuga.
The Uchiha's eyes slid over to Shikamaru, who was busy staring down at the script as one of the hairdressers smoothed up his hair.
...She finally confessed how she used to feel about me…
Sasuke closed his eyes as he gripped his forehead in thought.
Why? She couldn't be interested in the dobe; Sasuke was sure that whatever attraction she'd had towards the blond was cut and severed the moment he had to win her over.
Sure, he'd known about her silly crush on the blond; he'd been the one who'd figured it out.
Sasuke studied her for many months before approaching her. That's when he noticed how her pale eyes never left the Uzumaki when they were in class, and how she made it her duty to have band aids in her bag whenever Naruto got a bruise on the court in P.E. He'd stalk her sometimes during her free period in school and noticed how she'd always drop notes in Naruto's locker, notes that he'd have to swipe whenever the blond would open it as he blabbered about. He'd also noticed how every Valentine's Day, orange gift wrap would peek out of her bag, the same orange gift wrap he'd see that night when Naruto would show off the gifts he'd received that day; he'd always have to find the letter that she'd have tucked beneath the wrapper before Naruto did…
Her infatuation with Naruto amused and, in contrast, made him envious, not because he didn't have girls throwing themselves at him, but because he'd never seen someone have such patience. She didn' rant about her interest in him nor did she bother him. She was respectful, innocent, nice, and quiet.
And she actually enjoyed his presence, his entire being if that made any sense at all.
And he was sure that that hadn't changed even when they were married. But still, he'd been so sure -
Now all of that work was down the drain. Naruto knew now, and judging by his actions before the show, he'd already fallen. Hard.
It was fair to say that Naruto was the snitch that Hitachiin had been talking about.
Sasuke's hand twitched before he reached into his breast pocket.
That thought didn't sit well with him.
"Namikaze-san has decided that it would be best if he stayed backstage to help assist the staff," the director stated solemnly, looking up from his clipboard at the Uchiha.
"Hm." Sasuke set the fag between his lips. Of course he would. He was such a coward…
The director continued on. "Yamato-san suggested that we have your brother take up his segment - "
"Change it", the Uchiha shot that down, flicking his lighter. The hair-dresser jumped at the malice in his voice and the glare inflicted at her through the mirror.
He'd be damned if he let his brother get any airtime tonight…
The man nodded, scratching it off his list. "Any suggestions then?," he asked, handing the Uchiha the clipboard.
Suigetsu's voice filled the room as he held the phone to his ear, making calculations with his notepad.
"Yes ,that would be wonderful. Thank you so much for donating to the cause - Hello? Oh, good evening Tsubaki-san, would you like to make a donation to the cause?...$40,000? Yes, that's fine..."
Was she was still interested in Naruto?
Sasuke gripped the clipboard in thought for a moment before looking at Suigetsu through the mirror. "Are mother and father in attendance?"
His personal assistant answered him within a beat as he took the phone off his ear. "Father Fugaku took an unexpected trip this morning on business and won't make it back in time. Though he expects you to be at the family dinner once he makes it back..."
Sasuke nodded, unperturbed by his father's absence. It was more of a blessing than a curse. "And Mother?"
"Well Mother Mikoto sent an email stating that, quote, 'Because of Sasuke's infuriating behavior and uncouth persona' that it would be 'problematic to attend' because of her 'infinite disappointment' for her 'little ducky' and, on her behalf, has sent your 'supportive uncle', Madara. In simpler terms though," Suigetsu smirked, bringing the phone back to his ear. "She's not coming because you were an ass the other day - oh, not your ass Tsubaki-san. What were you saying again?..."
Mother. Ever the dramatic. He'd definitely have to go that dinner if he wanted her to talk to him again. Sasuke looked down at the clipboard before tossing it over to the director. He couldn't think right now; too much was on his mind. "You know now that I don't want Itachi or my disappointment of an Uncle on air. I trust that you'll find the perfect candidate to take on the job."
The director nodded. "Will do sir." Soon he left, leaving in his wake a tense atmosphere and the sound of stylists as they continued in their work.
Naruto's words bombarded his mind again.
...you actually think things should go your way and that everyone in the fucking world owes you something…
He didn't think that way; he just thought things would be better if he made the decisions. And he didn't think the world owed him anything - there were people who owed him something. Specifically his father and the Uchiha Clan. And Mondine.
Sasuke glowered. It wasn't like he was controlling or anything…
Or was he?
He slid his gaze over at the man at his side. He wondered if he was still angry. "Shikamaru..." He hardly ever called the man by his name nowadays…
The Nara turned another page, his eyes scanning over the lines. "Ready to tell me how worthless I am and how I'm your bitch now?"
So Shikamaru was still upset. That wouldn't go well.
"If that's what you really want..."The Uchiha leaned against him palm, the hair-dresser following. He smirked before blowing out some smoke. "You don't think that I'm controlling, do you?"
Shikamaru's hands visibly stiffened upon the next page. "You are Fugaku's son. And you're an Uchiha. Not to mention a sorry excuse for - " Shikamaru took a deep breath. He was usually good at controlling his anger, but there were too many things bothering him to keep it in check. He gazed over at him then, dark eyes sharp. "Why would you say that to him? You know Naruto feels insecure about his success being compared to yours. That was out of line."
"I was pushed, so I said what was on my mind. He started it, and I finished it."
"It's not like you to be childish."
Sasuke rolled his eyes. "I'm a very vengeful person Nara. I can't help it - it's in my genes."
Shikamaru sighed as he rubbed his neck. He wasn't one for drama, but it looked as if he had to be mediator since Neji wasn't present. "He had a conversation with her. I don't see what's wrong with that."
"Everything's wrong with it - he was talking with my wife."
"I find it amusing how now you call her by her title, and for your own benefit. I understand that you're confused as to what you feel for her, but this is getting ridiculous, Sasuke."
"Well since you seem to know so damn much, how about you give me a diagnosis, Nara. Tell me - how do I feel about her?"
"If anything, I think you're obsessed with her, or you're a masochist. Or both."
Sasuke started to say something, but paused, considering the Nara's words long enough for his irritation to dissipate.
Obsession? He wouldn't say he was obsessed with her. He just didn't like the thought of Naruto and her being together in any sequence or situation.
He shrugged. "There's just no point in Naruto and I being associated with each other. He isn't with MGC anymore anyway. He's a hinderance if anything, and he broke an unspoken rule, bro-code: Never go after your friend's girl, no matter if she's an ex or not. Badcall for him."
"He's our friend, Sasuke."
Sasuke leaned towards the man, dark eyes pooling into red. "But he can be replaced. I'll just buy you one if that'll calm you down." He looked away, his mind drifting back to Naruto. "He's far too gone now. He's infatuated with her."
"I wouldn't say infatuated - "
"I know that idiot, Nara. Once a thought is entertained in that dense head of his, it becomes his mission to act on it. That's why we always clashed - he never thinks anything through. He's just so fucking stupid."
Shikamaru stayed quiet for a moment as he leaned on the arm of his chair. He couldn't deny that; Naruto's actions had been suspicious. It was weird how angry Naruto was in the limo. Usually whenever something popped off between Uzumaki and the Uchiha, they'd yell and fight, but in the end would get over it. They were brothers; they fought a lot but always ended up coming back together in some weird cosmic way neither Neji nor Shikamaru knew themselves.
This time though, the universe was off course; Shikamaru felt the tension in the air.
Naruto had crossed the line and he knew it, but refused to apologize - Naruto always apologized, even if he was right. From what had happened in the limo and from what he'd heard from Sasuke, Shikamaru came up with the conclusion.
Naruto actually liked Hinata and didn't want to feel guilty about it anymore.
"He challenged me, Nara. It was like he was saying - " If you don't want her, I'll take her from you. "When people threaten to take what's mine, they're done for, no matter how 'loyal' they appear to be," Sasuke stated.
The Nara just stared at him, watching as his eyes shifted from black to red constantly as his emotions flared.
To anyone looking in on the conversation, it looked as if Sasuke was the coldest in the room. But Shikamaru say it differently; Sasuke was, despite all odds, hurt. Naruto was his first friend. He was the one who was always there for him, the one he trusted with everything. Yes, they competed in a lot of things, but it was all for good fun. But when it came to Hinata, it was different.
Shikamaru found it amusing how emotionally attached Sasuke was, despite not having any emotional or physical connection with the Hyuuga. Sex tended to bring about many emotions, but that wasn't the case here, nor was the case of Sasuke actually having a friendly relationship with her.
So why couldn't he let go of Hinata? Why was he so adamant on keeping tabs on her whereabouts? It's not like they were friends or anything relatively related to the topic; if that were so, things would have went way differently during their divorce process.
This was becoming a problem.
Shikamaru sat the speech on the table in front of him before folding his arms. He had to say it. "You do understand that your divorce will be finalized in two days, right?"
The atmosphere suddenly changed. Karin grabbed onto Suigetsu's sleeve. Shikamaru couldn't stop the shiver that came. The stylist dropped the makeup brush again.
Sasuke slowly turned towards her, red eyes roaring. "Get the hell out."
She shrieked before scurrying out the room.
Shikamaru found his reaction similar to that of a possessed puppet on Elm Street. Still, that didn't stop him from continuing. "You wanted nothing to do with her, remember? You said she didn't matter, that your life would be better without her being apart of it."
Sasuke's glare never left.
Shikamaru glared back. "It is no longer your obligation to oversee anything she does anymore, and it's high-time you let go of whatever feelings you may have for her. It's tainting everything that we've worked for. On top of that, you're tarnishing not only your image and the Uchiha name, but MGC. No one is going to want to work with someone who has his personal life out in the open."
"Correction Nara; people will always want to work with me. Not only am I good at what I do, I'm Sasuke Uchiha - "
"Then let's take care of business, Sasuke Uchiha." Shikamaru cut him off. "Let's put aside all of the drama, the lies, the violence, and Hinata Hyuuga and get the fucking work done. I don't have time for games. I'm tired."
"Oh shit," Suigetsu muttered, grabbing the redhead out of instinct.
Sasuke stared at him solemnly.
"If you wanted her, you would've taken the steps in order to keep her." Shikamaru glared harshly, his face twisted into a deep frown. "I made the divorce happen. You got what you wanted. So don't get hostile if someone else appreciates what you left behind." With that, he stormed out of the room, slamming the door beside him and startling Karin once again.
Suigetsu looked at the door with wide eyes. "Damn boss, you managed to piss off Shikamaru…"
Sasuke ignored his assistant, his red eyes going up to the projector in the corner of the room, just in time to see her.
Her glowing skin stunned him with bated breath as she came down the runway, lavender eyes widened in apparent wonderment. Those doll-like eyes.
No.
"GAH! My baby's so beautiful! Do you see her? Look - look!" Kushina gushed, peering into her small gold binoculars with a grin.
There was nothing to be said. Hinata shyly smiled as she came down the runway, dark dress clinging to her curves, eyes peering through dark lashes, blush staining her cheeks…
She was sexy but at the same time...vigorously adorable. The bluette turned, giving the cameraman and audience a view of her backside. Ino blushed slightly as she grinned like a child, but suddenly realized something. She looked different; those blue tresses weren't down her back anymore...
And her hair was...short?
Ino blinked in surprise, putting a hand over her beating heart. "W-What in the world happened...t-to - "
"Her hair?", Konan offered, watching the bluette on the runway. "Yeah. Funny story about that."
"Her hair!" Ino whipped her head over towards the agent, accidentally slapping her long ponytail in her face. "What the hell happened?! I knew I should've came with you two - none of this would've happened if I'd been there!"
Konan glared at her as she held a hand over her eye. "You just knocked my fucking contact out!", she whispered harshly, eyeballing the ground with one eye for the little piece.
"She's beautiful...", Temari commented as she clapped before lightly jabbing Gaara in the side. "Good job Gaara. She's definitely the one."
"She has a banging bod. Looks like we've got a winner." Kankuro smirked. "Is it too early to say that I'm excited about the line already?"
Gaara nodded in agreement before looking towards the camera as they snapped pictures of him and his entourage.
"Hinata! Psst! Over here baby!" Kushina yelled, aiming her camera. Upon hearing the Uzumaki's voice, the bluette beamed in her direction, offering her an excited wave.
Ino and Kushina sighed blissfully in unison.
"Aww, she's so adorably badass! Kawaii!" Ino squealed, not being able to control the shiver of excitement she got from the short-haired Hyuuga posing.
"I just wanna pinch those baby cheeks!" Kushina agreed, snapping her camera at a rapid rate. She suddenly hit the man beside her. "You see that girl up there? Isn't she beautiful? Well you can't have her, dumbell!"
Gaara ignored them as he looked over at Konan. "What went wrong?", he questioned quietly.
"Hitomi Ibisu", Konan replied as she took out her compact mirror before wiping at her eye again.
Kankuro made a sound of astonishment. "Why would she do that? She know Hinata or something?"
"A former mistress of Uchiha that's adamant on getting her revenge. Just one of the women that'll be coming out of the woodwork soon."
Temari shook her head. "More than one woman. What is up with this Uchiha..."
Gaara sighed softly. Ino glanced over at him.
His face remained impassive, which was normal, but she could tell his current state by the way he slouched in his seat and how his eyes were shifting here and there. She could still see the deep, dark bags under his eyes despite how his staff tried to cover them. He held been pretentiously holding in his yawns as well. Ino looked away, her eyes downcast. He'd stayed up again, stressed and anxious about today. His intuition was good.
Ino frowned, looking down at her crossed legs. "It turned out to be in her favor, but who knows what she'll do next…"
Hitomi was dangerous - such a bold move so early. Who knew what she had in store next.
Despite that, Temari decided to give them reassurance. "We've got everything under control now. There are a few decoys and some of Sabaku's security keeping watch of the back as we speak." She glanced over at Gaara. "Most of Akatsuki are back there as well, so we shouldn't have anymore inconveniences."
Konan snapped her compact mirror closed and put it back in her clutch. "Don't be too sure about that. Hinata lost her hair before the show even started. Who knows what else is going to happen, especially once Uchiha finds out that Gaara's here."
Temari couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Exactly…"
Ino looked down the row of Sabaku siblings, their annoyed looks shocking her save for Gaara, who nimbly looked at his siblings before looking back up at Hinata. "What's wrong with Gaara being here? Give me the tea."
Kushina grinned in excitement as she watched the bluette twirl her dress…
Kankuro leaned towards Ino, hand over his mouth. "Long story short, the two go way back and have bad blood. Gaara hasn't seen him in years, much less attended an event hosted by him or the Uchihas," he whispered.
"Would you stop flashing that damn camera in my face?! Can't you see I can't see?" Konan snapped towards the cameraman filming the group; he quickly sped down the row as to not face the wrath of the Akatsuki member.
Ino patted the agent's shoulder slightly before turning back to the siblings. "It's that bad?"
Temari shook her head, ponytails shaking slightly. "You don't know the half of it. If it weren't for this being Hinata's first show and the announcement we have to make, the Sabaku Family wouldn't even be in attendance. Our representatives usually come to things like this as to avoid you know who."
"An announcement? We're making an announcement?" Kankuro sent a astounded look towards Temari. "I thought we were just here support Hinata and look at pretty girls - I don't even have the script o-or - "
The blonde Sabaku patted her anxious brother's shoulder. "Gaara's going to be making the announcement this time."
"So that's why it took Gaara four hours to get ready?" Ino asked, thinking back to the incident that occurred before they left Sabaku Corp.
Kankuro shook his head. "Nah. We had to find him another suit because he didn't want to wear the one that had the panda on the pocket -"
"Which was adorable might I add," Temari side-eyed the redhead, who sighed. "His fans would have loved it."
"I'm not a child." He answered simply, closing his teal eyes.
Temari shrugged before turning back to Ino. "The Elders have decided that now would be the perfect time to announce Hinata's position with Sabaku Corporation since everyone is in attendance tonight, including potential sponsors."
They group simultaneously looked towards the runway, with the exception of Konan.
Sakura came down the runway soon, long pink hair bouncing with volume and emerald eyes shining as she waved a manicured hand towards the screaming fans in the balcony and beyond the lines of the celebrities.
"She's pretty," Kushina muttered as she snapped a picture, causing Konan and Ino to look back with solemn eyes. The redhead looked in between them. "What? Did I do something wrong?"
They both turned back around, looking over at Temari simultaneously.
Ino began. "So does that mean that Hinata doesn't know?"
"No one knows. It's a surprise; we're going to announce it on stage towards the end when Sabaku's new line is introduced." Temari smiled. "We usually do this in a private setting and have one of our representatives announce it afterwards, but after the week Hinata's had and the divorce that's coming up, we want her to know that she has our support and loyalty as a company, but more importantly as a family and her friends."
"But more importantly to get her name out there and in association with us since she belongs to us," Kankuro added. "The Sabaku name is a big deal and along with Akatsuki's fame - "
"She'll become an internet sensation overnight," Temari finished, smirking. "It'll be perfect. I can't wait."
An overnight sensation… Ino pictured Hinata's shocked smile and teary eyes. She'd finally have her moment of glory, the moment that everyone had been waiting for. No more darkness, no more tears.
Hinata would finally get the recognition that she deserved.
Ino couldn't stop the grin that crossed her lips, or how her eyes became cloudy with emotion. "My baby's gonna be a star," she laughed, fanning her eyes as to keep her tears at bay.
Temari patted her back gently. "There there, Ino - Konan, are you crying?" She backtracked.
All eyes in the group turned towards Konan, whose tears were coming down in streams.
She snapped her rage on them as she shoved a eyedropper in their face. "I'm trying to put fucking eye-drops in my eye - Dammit Kankuro!"
"I didn't say anything!," Kankuro tried to defend.
"You're stepping on my contact!" Konan half yelled with wide eyes as she watched him lift up his foot; the tiny circular lens dropping from the bottom of his shoe. She dived for the small lens, not caring how the cameraman came back to film her little fiasco live.
Ino looked down at the agent in shock and slight guilt. "Konan - "
"Damn it all!", Konan glared towards the Sabaku. "You fucking split it! Dammit Kankuro!"
"It's not my fault!, he whispered, trying to hide his grin behind his hand.
Gaara coughed, eyes still on the runway. Konan turned one focused eye on him.
"...I'm sorry." Gaara immediately apologized.
Kankuro and Kushina's laughs surfaced along with the Sabaku's entourage seated behind, and Konan couldn't stop the embarrassment that overcame her when she realized that once again, the cameraman was filming her, this time as she was on her hands and knees. In front of Kankuro. It was a very suggestive pose.
Konan slowly stood, recollecting whatever dignity she had left. She turned a solemn look towards the giggling group, ignoring the stares she got from others nearby. "You all are pests. I'm going to the restroom to undo what you just did, Yamanaka. Let's go Temari."
"Why?", the Sabaku raised a wary brow.
"...I need you to guide me there…"
Temari placed a hand over one of her eyes. "Can't you just cover one eye and - "
"I don't want to make myself look more idiotic than I already do! Now let's go!" Konan yelled, snatching up the Sabaku.
Temari blinked idly, but nonetheless latched an arm with the irritated agent and lead her away, leaving the group to their business.
"Speaking of pests…", Kushina muttered irritably, pushing some bright red hair out of her eyes.
"Yo!", Minato whispered as he and Madara slid in with the group, both donning dark tuxedos with blue and red ties.
Madara's face beamed at the sight of the glowering redhead. "Kushina! It's good to see you in good health!", Madara greeted with a charming smile upon taking his seat next to Gaara.
"Get away, butler-boy!"
"Kushina-san, don't be so rude!", Ino reprimanded quite harshly over her shoulder before giving the two men a smile of her own. "Minato-san! Uchiha-san It's so great to see you two!"
The Namikaze sat down behind the company next to Kushina despite the perplexed and anxious glances she threw him. "Has she already went on?", he asked excitedly as he looked over the bodies on stage like a proud parent searching for their child.
Kankuro glanced back. "Yeah - but you didn't miss anything. She got a haircut is all.."
Madara sighed irritably. "Great, the first time we decide to come fashionably late, someone chops their hair off. Dammit, Minato, I told you we should have came early!", he whispered, turning his rage on the smiling Namikaze.
Minato grinned nonetheless. "We would have made it just in time if you hadn't had a spat with that valet in the parking lot."
Madara shrugged. "I still do not understand why couldn't we have the damn park. I understand it was handicap and all, but if they're gonna preach equality here, we all should respect each others' right to have equal parks! I pay the freaking taxes to the Diet - they should at least give me a reasonable space for my car..."
The group looked at him with dead eyes.
Kushina frowned. "Do us a favor and don't become a political leader. You're a menace to society."
"Kushina!", Ino reprimanded once again, only to be waved off by the Uzumaki. "That's very mean."
"Just stating the obvious here."
Madara sighed, crossing his legs. "It's good to see that her personality is still intact. Tells us that with or without memory, she's still...Kushina."
Minato glanced over at the silent woman at his side, who sported blushing cheeks and a pout. He titled his head as he stared at her dreamily.
Kushina looked away.
The Uchiha's bright eyes settled in on Gaara. "Anyway, Gaara , I saw the tape, and I must say that it's nice. However, I think you could've done a bit better if you were gentler. You have to...stimulate them to that place."
Gaara sighed, dropping his head as the cameraman ran across the group again, this time catching both Madara's seemingly intellectual conversation and Minato's happy smile near his blushing wife.
"What are you really running away from?..."
"You're losing everything you worked so hard for…"
"Your family is broken…"
"No one will ever love you like him…"
"How could you do this to your family?..."
Tenten peered up at the tall buildings, watching as bright lights danced into the dark skyline past a plane that went overhead, it's red light blinking idly.
Her hold on Tenji's hand tightened.
"Ma, where are we going now?", Tenji asked, swiping the invisible sand at his eyes as he yawned. His tiny face was swamped with a large hat that covered his long tresses and face in a dark shadow, yet his lavender eyes still shined through like majestic moons. He looked up. "It's getting really dark..."
Tenten looked out beyond Tokyo.
She took in everything she knew of it, this place that was so much more than her. A place of dreams and beauty that filled people with the idea that maybe, one day, here, they could live out their dreams and build something other than their fears. People came to Tokyo to live out a fantasy, a fantasy she'd once tried to grasp, but was casted out.
Tenten didn't want any part of this city - Tokyo was selfish. It kept all it's beauty on billboards too far to reach, and it's hope atop mountains too steep to climb. It's love was deep within itself; she couldn't see it nor could she feel it 'less she was one of them. This city had been so cruel to her, so hateful. It ate her up and spit her out. The same way it did to her mother, who left her behind to fulfill unrealistic passions. Just like her father, who simply couldn't find a reason to stay here in this hellhole anymore.
It was her turn. She wouldn't allow this city to take her again.
She had to leave.
Tenji gripped her cold hand. "Mom…"
The thoughts growing loud in her head stopped when she looked down at the little boy, who gazed up at her with innocent yet insightful eyes. Those wise, old eyes.
Those eyes, they were clear, unjudging but with obvious sorrow...they had seen so much. He was tired and dejected though he tried to seem otherwise, and she couldn't possibly stand to see or know that he was in torment.
"You know what's going on between me and daddy, don't you?", she found herself asking him.
Tenji looked down at his shoes.
Tenten looked away. She should've expected this - Neji had a straightforward point of view when it came to his son. He wanted him to grow up being realistic. Tenten didn't mind if he stayed unknowing.
But Tenji knew now, he knew everything. She was relieved and at the same time, she wasn't. He'd been hiding it so well that it scared the wits out of her.
"How long did you know?"
He shrugged, looking into the sky.
So much for trying to protect your children. "You know you can ask me anything, right? I'll tell you if you just ask."
Tenji rubbed at his eyes again. "I didn't want you to be sad."
She clenched his hand.
The bus soon came, screeching to a halt and opening its large doors to the two. She pushed Tenji's hat down further before grabbing the three luggage bags at her side and hauling it over each of her shoulders.
She refused to be swallowed up. She had to leave.
The driver gave them a kind smile when he opened the doors, ushering them aboard. Tenji picked up his toy bag before hopping on the steps, Tenten following close behind.
"That's a heavy load there. You need some help, little lady?", he said, pushing up his glasses.
Tenten blew some hair from her face as she hauled the bags up. "First off, there's nothing little about me.", she dropped the bags before pulling out her wallet, heaving a little. "Secondly, I bench press 125 pounds regularly, so this is nothing."
He grinned at her spunk. "Impressive. Where to?"
Tenten handed him a dark card. "Haneda Airport."
"Okey-dokey." The driver squinted his slanted eyes before pushing his glasses up further. "You look oddly familiar. We met before?"
Tenten took back the card and her receipt. "I've never taken a public bus, and I don't recall ever being called a little lady by someone old enough to be my father..."
"Spunky."
"So I've been told."
"I guess you have to be - it's quite rough here in Tokyo. It's good to have a bit of something to show up the dirtbags around... " He smiled down at Tenji. "You're teaching your daughter well."
Tenji glanced up with narrowed lavender eyes. "I'm a boy."
"Oh, sorry little man! With the hair and all…" He paused, thick brow furrowing. "Those eyes...a Hyuuga?"
Tenten quickly picked up the bags. "Just trying to get to Haneda Airport. Thank you." She scurried towards the back, ignoring the man's shocked expression.
A taxi would've been better than this.
The brunette pushed the bags into the top compartment before closing it with a sigh. "God, I need to workout more.", she ushered Tenji into his seat and scrapped his seat-belt, noticing his slouched, limp frame. She moved some hair from his eyes. "You hungry? I packed some rice balls for you."
He shook his head, turning his gaze towards the window. Tokyo's lights were bright tonight. Tenten spotted twirling spotlights in the distance along with loud music and voices. The street was packed with people outside the show being held.
She forced a bitter smile, thinking of the bluette. She would be upset, but Tenten hoped not too much. South Korea wasn't that far away. Tenten looked down at her phone. Her amount showed.
$30,000 has been deposited into your account as of June - " She hung up the phone. The amount doubled from the other day.
Tenten frowned, leaning back in her seat.
She didn't want his money; she could provide for herself. She'd done it most of her life and she could do it again. She just needed to get out of this marriage.
It would've been better to sign the divorce papers and leave, but the Hyuuga Clan was much more complicated than that. There had to be months of counseling as well as meetings put in place before a divorce could even be considered. No one who married into the Hyuuga Clan got out. It was that simple. It was like a gang, once you were in, there was no way out. Tarnishing the Hyuuga name was a serious offence, but Tenten could care less. This was her life. She could do as she pleased. And Neji was a douche.
Tenten twirled a piece of her son's hair in her hands, her mind set. "Everything will be alright, so you don't have to worry. Things will get better for the both of us, I promise you."
A snivel that was mustered made it's way to her ears, and she finally glanced down at him.
Tenji was turned away from her, unmoving save for his shoulders that shook every so often. His small hands were on the rim of his hat, forcing it further over his head. He was hiding. He was hiding his pain from her.
She grabbed his hand, giving it a squeeze. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?", she asked, looking over his seat and checking the straps of his seat belt. Her worry only increased when he nodded, trying to cover up his tears. "Can you show me where? I-I don't know what to do."
Tenten watched as he slowly lifted his arm as if contemplating where the pain was before he pointed.
"I-It hurts…", he cried, wiping his tears in frustration.
His heart. His small hand rested on his chest, atop his heart, clutching his shirt in pain. Agonizing and nagging pain, a pain that Tenten could not fix with a bandage or a kiss.
All this time, he'd been hiding himself from her. All this time.
Tenji's sad sobs became more violent, and the only thing Tenten could do was watch. That's all she had been doing - watching. He was suffering. His family was falling apart. Everything he loved. He was losing everything he loved. His world was falling apart. And all she'd been doing was watching.
Because no one ever thinks about the child. Because no one ever listens or hears the child. Because no one ever bothers to ask. No one. No one protects the child's heart and innocence.
Tenten bowed her head, her fists catching her tears.
The bus pulled off.
I'm sorry...
"Proceed to the loop people! Let's pick up the pace!"
Hinata was pulled from sky of stars and shoved into harshness reality as soon as she made it off the stage.
Immediately, the girl was bombarded with buzzing staff and the sound of squealing women as she was guided through the ruckus of half-naked bodies and the weird combination of perfume and perspiration.
"I can't believe it - you were so good, Hinata-san!"
"Yeah, good job!"
"You're so beautiful!"
The suddenness of the situation hit her then -
She'd just walked in front of thousands of people. And she hadn't fallen on her face and made a huge fool of herself. And she actually enjoyed it.
"Did you hear? Everyone was calling your name! You were so adorable!", one said as she lopped an arm with the bluette, guiding her down the path.
Another clapped in excitement."You and Sasori looked so good together!"
Everything was happening so fast.
"Why are you so cute?! I just wanna bite your cheeks off!"
"Thank you.", she quickly answered shyly before her face was wiped clean by a makeup artist.
One of the women smiled up at the Hyuuga as she removed the dress and pulled out another article of clothing. "Matarashi-san's staff literally went crazy when they saw you. We've never had a client to go through such a drastic change before a show. What made you want to cut your hair?", the woman asked, curiosity in her eyes. "Weren't you afraid at all?"
Hitomi again...It seemed that the night would be more challenging.
The bluette offered the stylist a smile, shaking off whatever feeling she had toward the woman. She couldn't worry about her right now. "I-It was actually a mistake. But it looks nice, right?", she asked, watching as the woman was given vicious looks by the staff.
"Of course Hinata-san!", the woman waved her hands sheepishly. "It fits you so well! You're absolutely glowing!"
"It's different", the makeup artist commented, stepping back to admire his work in fascination. "And refreshing." He nodded and winked at her before picking up his kit and going into through the hectic crowd, leaving her to look after him.
You really think so….She touched her short locks, letting it slip through her fingers. She really liked it; she felt she had some kind of edge now. The only reason she'd kept her hair long was because of Sasuke's attraction to longer hair anyway - that tie to him was gone now. And she couldn't be more happy about it.
"I need Group E dressed in the next twenty minutes. Make sure to keep your eyes on the timer so as to know when it's time to shoot out - we will not warn you more than once! "
As soon as Yamato's speech ended, the numbers went across the board. 20 minutes.
"Shit." Someone cursed as they passed by her. Twenty minutes seemed like a lot of time, but judging from worried faces and the frustrated groans, Hinata could tell that that was not the case.
"Please wait just a moment as we get your clothes!", one of the staff whispered before taking off in the barrage of people, leaving Hinata to stand in the middle of the room. Her lavender orbs found the projector that televised the show happening right now.
The whole world was watching. And she felt she was ready.
She could already feel her heart pulsating with an urge to be back on that stage, under those heavenly lights hearing the chanting of the audience.
"Excuse me?", a meek voice called from behind her all of a sudden, causing the bluette to turn around. A guy bowed nervously as he balanced the water bottles piled up in his arms. "Would you like some water?"
Hinata bowed before taking the bottle. "Thank you."
He bowed as well, balancing the drinks. "Knock em dead, Hinata-san!"
She watched him go before looking back up at the screen.
"Ladies and Gentlemen - welcome to Rogue Mazor's first ever Charity Fashion Auction! Presented by Uchiha Corporation and the Shinsui Foundation! Please give a warm welcome to our hosts of the night, Sasuke Uchiha and Shikamaru Nara of the Newly Incorporated MGC!"
Claps went throughout the room. Hinata didn't have the mind to join in nor look up at the screen.
"Sasuke's so dashing!"
"Nara-san's so handsome tonight!"
Hinata rolled her eyes as she brought the water to her lips. She'd seen better.
"Thank you all for coming out tonight on such short notice to witness the brilliance of some of the best designers ever known. It is most certainly an honor to have some of the world's most talented individuals in the building on such an occasion as this. As you all may know, tragedy struck a few days ago when - "
Hinata turned away she could hear him say 'Paris'. As if he wasn't there. As if he didn't know why. It was sickening to see him expressing such sympathy when he couldn't even that day. He was apart of this madness, yet no one knew or would believe. He could get away with murder.
She let out a bated breath.
"It is our responsibility as mankind to reach out a helping hand to others, no matter what stands between us. It is also our responsibility to forgive our enemies, the ones who may have taken everything from us..."
Forgiveness? Was he really preaching forgiveness and mercy when he had not one of those attributes to vouch for?
"This donation cannot fix everything that has happened, but we hope that it will aid you in healing and moving on towards the future. Right now might feel like the end, but rest assured that it is only the beginning. Thank you."
She watched as the two men simultaneously bowed towards the screaming stadium.
Hinata unconsciously balled her fists. When Sasuke's dark eyes connected with the camera, she felt something stir within her. Disgust and unbearable anger is what hit her chest hard before she caught herself. She couldn't even look at him without having the urge to do something out of character. He just made her so angry. Those dark eyes that changed to red, that dark hair, his ethereal aristocratic features -
The bluette turned away from the projector in annoyance.
And instantly regretted it.
Sakura sat a little ways from her getting her makeup done. There were a few girls around her, some patting her back as if in comfort, others just watching her, one holding her hand. She was surrounded by people, yet her eyes stared forward towards the vanity mirror. She looked detached from the situation taking place, detached from life itself it seemed…
"Can you let out your arms, Hyuuga-san?" One of the women asked once they came back with her attire.
Hinata let out her arms as she looked away. She shouldn't care; her and the pinkette weren't on good terms and they definitely weren't friends. She was her husband's mistress. And she'd talked insulted her mother.
Anger seeped through her as she let the women replace her undergarments with the scantily ensemble. Yes, they weren't friends, and she could care less about what happened. It wasn't her problem, so she wouldn't get in it. But still…
Hinata sighed tiredly before rubbing her temples. She just didn't feel up to it today.
"You can look in the mirror, Hyuuga-san…"
The bluette couldn't help but sigh as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She didn't like showing skin, and she most definitely did not like showing her midsection. Or her breasts. She bit her lip as her eyes drifted to her diamond bra-top. Why did they have to be so big…
"I-Isn't this a bit t-too much?" She turned towards the staff, who merely shook their heads.
One of them grabbed her hands. "Hitomi-san had this specifically made for you. When she saw you she instantly thought 'part-time showgirl/ modern-day Jezebel.' Unique, huh?"
Modern-day Jezebel? What was that anyway?
The staff woman smiled as she handed her back her bottle. "It's super important that all of our models are hydrated!"
Hinata narrowed her eyes as she gently grabbed it and turned up the rest. She wasn't a stripper -
"Where are those ones when I need 'em!" A shirtless Hidan teased over her shoulder as he passed by, a few of the staff following behind him.
Hinata flushed as she covered her lady bits.
She could not go out looking like this in front of thousands of people. In front of the designers. Investors. Photographers. Her friends... Gaara and his siblings…Her colleagues at Sabaku Corp.
The bluette gasped in horror as she brought her ringed-hands over her mouth. That was a disaster in the making. She wasn't prepared for this.
The staff stepped back, admiring their work and the bluette. "Amazing. Hitomi's going to be ecstatic when she sees you."
Ecstatic to see me faint...Maybe she could find a shawl or something. "E-Excuse me." She all but pushed passed them and took a chance in the crowd as she started her hunt.
Never in her nineteen years of living had she ever had to wear something like this, and she wasn't planning on breaking that streak now. Didn't anyone have a problem with this? Did the all want to see her lady bits broadcast on national television?!
The real question was who would wear something like this anywhere besides on Broadway? Hinata looked around suddenly as she tried to search the crowd for any other 'showgirls' and when she spotted none, she found herself glowering. Hitomi had done this intentionally to make her drop out.
...
That bitch... Hinata mentally cursed, but instantly regretted it. I don't wanna show my lady bits…
When she felt skin connect with her bare shoulder, she jumped and scampered from the newcomer's side.
And instantly regretted that decision when she looked up and saw Haku staring down at her with a confused expression. "Hinata?"
Haku's questioning gaze turned to surprise as he glanced over her. Hinata's hands instantly found her boobs as she looked away, blushing.
The brunette hadn't even noticed her situation; he was more focused on her tresses, and took it upon himself to smooth down a few wild hairs. "You got a haircut?"
She should've known better; Haku was a model. He'd seen all types of boobs in his field of work, even fully nude models. She wondered how long it'd get her to desensitize herself. The bluette took a breath. "It was a last minute d-decision."
"It looks great on you. You have such a long neck - it's perfect for camera angles. I can already predict that you're going to have a lot of go-sees after the world notices your beauty."
That was...nice of him to say.
Hinata bowed slightly. "Thank you Haku-san. Um...you saw my walk right? I mean, on the projector." At his nod, she continued, gaze lowered. "How was it?"
Now was the time if anything to ask questions; Haku was her partner now, and if anyone knew the ropes and tips and whatnot, it was Haku. Modeling was one thing, the catwalk was another. Photos could be altered, but stage presence is what really sold the act. If you didn't have presence, if you didn't have that shine or luster, you were nothing more than a pretty face.
Haku took a moment to consider her question. "Your posture was good - you naturally have good posture anyway, so that's a plus. However, you were a bit stiff and you kept looking down."
Okay, that was not good at all. She'd done horrible, and now she was about to go out dressed like this.
She grabbed Haku's arm and sent him a pleading look. "W-What can I do? Any advice?"
"Please do not get anxious. You got this", he reassured, putting a hand on her bare shoulder so as to calm her down. "When you go out there, look towards the bright light on the back of the wall out above the audience. That's where the live camera is."
Sasori had told her about that light from before from what she could remember.
He continued. "I know you're a shy girl, and there's nothing wrong with that, but try give the audience a little attitude. Like blow a kiss towards someone on the row, or a little wink at the cameraman wouldn't hurt. Really, all of your expressions depend on the rhythm of the music. Own your walk."
Hinata nodded.
Haku smiled as he titled his head, long brown strands blocking his chestnut eyes. "Practice - show me sexy."
Hinata paused before glancing over her clothes. "Isn't this...s-sexy enough?" She was showing the world everything and more. Or so she felt.
The brunette looked over her attire as well before a blush of his own came. "Touche. You'll be fine."
"What about posing?"
"Girls usually go for the hand on the hip pose, but since you're in a showgirl getup, I suggest that you try to use your headpiece as a prop maybe. Also, try to pump out your chest when you do."
"Why?"
He laughed sheepishly, twirling his long strands in the process. "Fan-service really contributes to how much we sell. I was only just saying...that you should keep it in mind of course."
Hinata stared at him. Then she suddenly found herself grinning, much to Haku's dismay.
"W-What's so funny?"
"N-Nothing, it's just...you're so funny, Haku-san." She covered her laughs with her hand.
Haku's anxious demeanor softened as he stared at her. "You've taken a liking to me already I see. It's nice to know that my feelings are reciprocated." He smiled kindly. "I'm hoping that we can be friends outside of work as well? If you don't mind," he said, coming nearer.
She wanted to ask why, but refrained herself room doing so as she nodded. "That would b-be great, Haku-san."
"Aren't you supposed to be getting dressed, Haku-san?" A voice cut in, disrupting their conversation.
Hinata jumped slightly at the deepness of the voice, but was more surprised by how quickly Haku bowed to the person behind her.
"Namikaze-san. It's so nice to see you," Haku greeted.
Don't tell me… The bluette turned around to look at the newcomer, but got a dose of neon orange in her line of sight, which made her squint her eyes at the vibrancy of the color. It was Naruto alright.
Despite his bright look, Naruto didn't have his signature grin in place; instead, he stared solemnly at Haku, clothes thrown over his broad shoulders. "You getting paid to just stand around and chit-chat?"
Hinata blinked as she looked between the two. She didn't even know they were getting paid at all for this.
"You're right. I apologize." Haku bowed once again before looking at the stunned bluette. "I'll talk to you later than, Hinata - "
"Formalities in the workplace, Haku-san." Naruto cut him off, expression solemn.
"Right." The tall model bowed once again before leaving.
What was that about? Haku wasn't doing anything wrong, but Hinata would admit that she was glad to be out of that sticky situation.
The Uzumaki turned his crystal blue eyes on her in obvious jealousy. "That your friend now?"
What was with men and questioning her about her life? Hinata folded her arms. "Yes. Shouldn't you be with your own friends?" The friends that you chose to stand by.
Naruto brightened as he lifted up an article of clothing. "I'm helping out the staff tonight. It's way harder than I expected, but I'm getting the hang of it. And judging by what you're wearing..." He scanned over her body. She gave him a blank stare as she crossed her arms, causing his cheeks to redden slightly. He soon looked around before snatching a large, feathery hair piece atop a box passing by. "This must be yours?"
So he was also good at coordinating the time? Lucky jerk... Hinata nodded, beginning to take the head piece, but the Uzumaki moved it from her grasp just in time.
"I'm sorry...about what happened yesterday," the blond muttered, beginning to place and adjust the head piece in her short locks. "It wasn't my intention to make you feel uncomfortable or anything like that."
"I-It's fine.", she muttered, letting him ran a hand through her hair as to smooth it out evenly.
It felt as if the room went quiet for a moment before everything continued again. Hinata looked around, noticing that people were staring at her and the Uzumaki. Some eyes were unreadable, while some were vivid with emotion.
Gossip. The Elders had been serious when they said they didn't want anymore scandals from her. Oh Naruto…
Bad timing.
Hinata bit her lip. "Do you mind if we cut this conversation short?"
Hurt flashed on his face as he backed away from her."Oh, sorry. I'll go - "
She grabbed his wrist. "It i-isn't that. I mean...we shouldn't talk here, a-at least not here while people are watching. They...m-might get the wrong impression."
Naruto furrowed his brow. "Wrong impression? It's not that big of a deal."
"It kind of is for me.", Hinata explained, hands becoming sweaty. She knew that before she had full access to Sabaku that there was a probation period. If anything sparked off that could be harmful to the company, they'd cut all ties with her. She really didn't want that to happen; she got along with everyone there. And she honestly liked her new place of business. "I really cannot afford to be involved in another scandal. I'll get in big, big trouble. P-Please understand."
That little slip-up with Sasuke would've ruined everything. Naruto only brought back that risk.
"Who fucking cares what people think?" He snatched his hand away from her before jutting a thumb towards himself. "I'm Naruto Uzumaki-Namikaze! Let them talk! If they get the wrong idea, that's their problem! And If I'm interested in you then I just am. Like I said, it's not a big deal, Hinata-chan."
One thing she'd loved and hated about Naruto in the past - his stubbornness.
Hinata noticed that some heads were turning at his boisterous behavior. She sighed, dropping her head down. "You wouldn't want people getting the wrong idea, right? After all, normal people don't develop feelings for their best friend's wife. That's just a headline in the waiting."
She could see it now: Naruto Uzumaki Falls in Love with His Best Friends Wife or Sasuke Uchiha's Best Friend and Ex-Wife Elope! Details Inside! More angry fangirls and guys she would have to deal with - probably more Hitomis. That thought made her shudder.
"I'm not normal, Hinata", he argued, the fire in his blue eyes increasing. "And for one, I don't give a crap about what Sasuke thinks!", he yelled, causing some of the people in the area to side eye the two.
Naruto was angry at Sasuke? That hardly ever happened. She also didn't remember the room being so bright either. She rubbed her eyes as she tried to clear her trippy vision.
He balled his fists. "Sasuke is a controlling, pessimistic jackass. If I ever see the bastard again it'll be too soon."
Hinata stared before blinking into a narrowed gaze. Her eyes were getting heavy…
Naruto sighed, stuffing his hands in his pockets in frustration. "You'll hear all about the juicy details when the sun rises."
Her eyes widened as her heart fluttered in joy, but she pushed back that feeling as immense guilt filled her. Someone else's pain wasn't supposed to bring her joy. But now, that whole speech about him and Sasuke being close and friends and all in the mall was total BS, though she couldn't voice it; it was still a sensitive topic ot the Uzumaki. The last thing she wanted to do was deal with his aggressive nature.
Naruto blew out some air. "He's no friend of mine. I should've known that from the beginning." He looked away stubbornly. "Sasuke only cares for himself."
She couldn't attest to that. Sasuke was selfish, and she was elated that Naruto finally saw it. But she couldn't bare the aura he was putting out, that look on his face, that devastation. He was hurt, and though she didn't consider him a friend, she couldn't watch someone fall. Not like she did.
Hinata tried to find something in those sea blue eyes; she tried to find the Naruto she'd known. The only thing she saw was a boy drowning in his own fire.
I can't believe I'm about to do this…
Awkwardly, she put his shoulder, not only to convey her sympathy for his predicament, but to also support herself from falling over. She didn't care that she was giving him a good view of her cleavage - there was obviously something wrong. "T-The two of you have been friends for a very long time, a-and you two invested so much time into each other."
Naruto sneered. "You don't know Sasuke. He's a horrible friend, but just a horrible person in general. I would expect you if anyone to know that by now."
The bluette wanted to remind him that she was the one married to him. She wanted to say a lot of things - like the fact that she honestly didn't care about either one of them right now. She was elated to know that someone was hurting. Someone was feeling the desperation and hopelessness and agony that she had to cover up on a day to day basis.
She didn't have the heart to though, because it wasn't right. And her head was starting to hurt from overthinking everything.
Hinata gave him a low smile, trying to mask the dark void building up her emotions. "Maybe you t-two should talk - "
"Are you of all people defending him?" The malice and utter disgust in his voice caused her to almost stumble from the pain it's caused her. He peered down at her, lips turning into a snarl and blond eyebrows going down into a deep, judgmental frown. "You should be happy that I can't stand the bastard! I'm on your side now!"
He was just the tip of the iceberg, but she still ended up going down like the Titanic into her own ocean of despair, hurt, and sheer anger.
She snapped back just as hard as he had. "As if I care if you're on my side or not, Naruto. I was just trying to make you feel better!"
Because she was too nice, even when she was upset and angry. Because she cared far more than she should. Because she was Hinata Hyuuga.
Naruto blinked in shock, rage seeping from him. "Hinata - "
She didn't see blue ocean eyes - she saw red, spiraling, smug, orbs that tore her whole world apart. "I do not need your support nor do I need you at all! I stopped needing anything from you when you dropped me to serve Lord Uchiha, the one you understand and are loyal to."
Her heart staggered as she thought of her own mother, how she needed her right now. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair how blessed these people were when she was trying so hard.
Her jealousy was starting to show, but she didn't care. She was on a warpath, and somehow she couldn't stop it.
Naruto glared down at her then, feeling his own anger and frustration build. "Well if it's a fucking problem - "
"It's not - you're the f-fucking problem! You're the one who's hurt, not me!" Hinata balled up her fists and looked down at the ground, shaking in pure rage. "How do I know this isn't another ploy Sasuke has put you up to? You're trying to hurt me again? Why? Haven't you all done enough?"
She was barely holding on - she was walking a tightrope each day she lived. It wouldn't be much long before she would fall, do something drastic.
Couldn't they see that she was dying inside?
Naruto's frown wavered at her drastic change of emotion. "Hinata, that's not what I'm doing. Look, I'm sorry about what I said. It was out of line and I was angry! I don't want to hurt you again!", he said, his voice so sincere that she felt her heart race. "I would never want to hurt you again. I'm sorry…"
She wasn't buying it - she wouldn't fall for his nor Sasuke's antics again. She wouldn't.
"Sasuke has always been the one to choose for you, and now you've become this selfish person who doesn't care about anyone.", she held her sides for support. "You didn't even care about Anne - "
Her world shifted on it's axis.
Naruto snatched her by the arm, forcefully pulling her towards him as if on impulse. Hinata felt her heart jerk when she looked into his eyes. They were wild, blue, feral - it stilled her. His skin seemed unusually pale as if his sunny tan was sucked dry from his skin at Anne's name. Taboo.
"Hinata..." The intensity in his gaze made her feel uncomfortable. "You know?" Naruto pulled her even closer, careful not to let anyone hear his next words. "Do you know what really happened in Paris?" He sounded terrified; the thought of her knowing anything about that night terrified him.
I've said too much...Hinata went pale as well. She'd slipped up.
She knew the truth - he was involved in capturing Anne-Sophie, but she didn't know just how deep he was involved. He was one of the bad guys. He didn't have the squeaky clean image that everyone and his family believed he had. He wasn't just the sunny side guy with an incredible personality. He was much more sinister than that. And that's what terrified him.
That's when Hinata looked around and caught the eye of a random woman leaning against a wall, intently watching the two. The woman continued to stare, and that's when Hinata understood - she was undercover, waiting. Waiting for Naruto to make another move, waiting for Hinata to say something -
"Hinata...", Naruto called, fear and shame cracking his voice. His blue eyes held his desperation. "Please, just listen - "
He was cut off abruptly by Yamato's order. "You're up, Hinata!"
The last thing she wanted right now was for Naruto to get into trouble. This was too much for her to deal with right now.
She looked up at Naruto. She wished it didn't have to be this way, but it was. She looked up at him, her face void of any emotion at all. I'm sorry. "Stay away from me, Naruto. Please…"
She didn't stop to see his hurt expression; she pulled her arm from his grasp before picking up the long train and teetering up towards the stage. She wouldn't let him ruin this for her - everything was so perfect before. Everything was getting better , so much better -
Yamato's smile was bright as excitement lit his dark eyes. "Hitomi wants you to start off her segment of the show," he explained as he ushered her towards the entrance.
Hinata felt her blood go cold as she stared out at the waiting fans and solemn designers and celebs in front. Of course Hitomi would want her to go out first; she was practically half-naked.
"Shoulders back, chin up," Yamato demonstrated before lifting her chin up slightly.
Hinata nodded as she placed her hands on her hips. The sound of the crowd met her ears when all of the lights on the runway went out, a sign that it was time for her to go one. Her mind was clouded though, and right now she felt -
Yamato's soft voice brought her back down to reality. "Hey - you got this, okay? Just take a deep breath and focus."
Focus - ignore Sasuke banter, Sakura's sadness, Naruto's drama, and Hitomi's ploy?
The music started to play, soft and seductive. The darkened runway turned red suddenly, and soon the poker cards started to flow down the row.
"Just breathe and leave it all behind..."
She lifted a hand to brush the dog-tag that was, miraculously, still around her neck. Don't expect something will go wrong when it isn't guaranteed…
Hinata took a deep, steady breath, ignoring how hot the spotlights above her head were, or how she felt shivers go throughout her body. She couldn't give up now, she wasn't going to give up. Things could turn around - things could get better.
Yamato quickly spoke into his earpiece before tapping her lower back.
Tonight she wouldn't be the girl who was insecure.
The sound of her heels meet her beating eardrums as she walked out. The spotlight up above turned down on her body, and instantly the beads from her top sparkled. Claps sounded, and eyes peered all around her. A small smirk made it's way to her lips as she put a foot out, revealing the length of her legs…
Tonight, she would just be Hinata.
She couldn't help but smile up the spotlights dancing about the runway -
Because this time, she would have to be the one to save her own show.
...
After their segment ended, Sasuke stayed behind near the entrance to watch the show as Shikamaru was in talk with one of the production managers.
Sasuke couldn't fathom how it would be when they divorced.
It was already weird how empty the mansion was without her waiting there for him. Almost as weird as seeing her like this, on the runway, smiling as if she'd done this a hundred times over.
Tomorrow would be Sunday. Two more days till it happened. Shit.
"She's really something," Suigetsu commented as he stood beside the Uchiha. "I'm happy for her..."
It was out of context of the situation, but Sasuke let it slide simply because it was Suigetsu; he'd lived with Hinata and himself for a while, so he was aware of what was going on more than anyone else. It was the right thing to say, but it didn't mean it sat well with the Uchiha.
Just like the thought of seeing her with someone else. He didn't think he could handle that - why? He just couldn't, and if that deemed him as selfish, controlling, and downright demonic, than that's what he would be. And if updating himself on her whereabouts made him a stalker, than so be it as well.
Was this what love was like? He wouldn't claim that. Obsession? Not far off maybe.
"About Fugaku…" Suigetsu started off.
Sasuke gave him a side glance upon the uncertainty in his voice. When it came to his father, everyone was uncertain. Sasuke could only imagine the way his father would do once they met.
"He went to France this morning. He told me to tell you that he's taken care of it, of everything. I don't know what that means, and honestly, I would rather not know."
Sasuke sighed. His father just couldn't believe that he'd taken care of it.
"Kakashi called as well and wanted to know if you were up to doing a segment in NYC at the end of the year." His assistant paused momentarily before continuing. "He also was saying something about you going to therapy - "
"The last thing Kakashi needs to be worried about is me. I'm fine."
"Are you really, sir? A bomb went off in your room. Someone tried to kill you - someone hated you enough to do it. Does that not scare you?"
No, he didn't feel anything. Truth be told, Sasuke wasn't afraid of dying; everyone had to come to terms with it one day, and it came with the business in which he was in. He was hated, and he accepted it. But therapy of all things? He wasn't crazy nor did he need help with anything.
And Uchiha's simply didn't do therapy. He didn't know. He was fine with not knowing if something was wrong with him.
Suigetsu sighed before turning. "I'll take Karin and the others out to the audience. Text if you require my assistance."
Sasuke could hear the disappointment in Suigetsu's voice, much simliar to how his father's voice would sound. He could only picture it now; how deep his father's frown would be. How he'd compare him to Itachi once again…
Sasuke was not happy about having to see his father. At all.
"Guess who?", a sultry voice whispered near his ear.
The hell...Sasuke looked over his shoulder and saw red.
Hitomi raised a brow, red lips curving as her clear blue eyes gleamed. "Hey boo. Missed me?"
Sasuke glanced over her attire, snippets and memories coming back to him. Red hair, full lips, porcelain skin. Yes, he definitely remembered her. "Tell me…"
She slid beside him, glancing over his frame with icy blue eyes. "So you do remember me? I'm glad I'm still on your mind after all these years, Sasu-chan."
The memory of her on her knees as he gripped her red tresses was the only thing he remembered from their encounter. He looked off towards the screaming audience. "You haven't been giving Hyuuga any trouble have you?"
Hitomi smiled deviously as she touched his shoulder. "You mean your soon to be ex-wife? Hm...I wouldn't call it trouble, more like opportunity. Don't you think she looks better now? Or," she ran a hand through her crimson tresses, idly twirling her waist-length strands with manicured nails. "Do you still prefer your women with long hair? I'm curious."
He became annoyed quickly. "I'll give you the chance to leave now before I have you removed. Forcefully."
"You know I like it rough, but are you sure about that? My friends, particularly Kurenai Sarutobi, would be saddened to see me go so early. After all, I wouldn't want to miss seeing Hinata on the runway." She turned her icy gaze back on the runway, her eyes meeting the scantily-clad beauty.
"Isn't she beautiful? No matter what I put her in, nothing seems to suppress that innocence that she possesses. I really hate that about her - how the world can be so corrupt around her, yet she stays angelic. Maybe she is an angel."
Too bad Sasuke didn't believe in them, nor anything at all. Sasuke looked down at her. "What is your motive?"
She rolled her eyes. "Silly Sasu, always expecting there to be a motive in everything I do. I simply want do good and provide for those poor civilians out there." She cut her cold eyes over at him, particularly towards his lips. "Although I do have some information I'd like to share with you..."
He didn't say anything. She smiled all the more.
"Ever since you released me from my position at Uchiha, I've struggled to come back from that. You know it's not easy trying to slip into the business world after being Miss Japan - they don't take you seriously; they think I'm nothing more than pretty face."
"I'm not interested in hearing your life story. You became irrelevant to Uchiha when I stopped fucking you."
The redhead laughed bitterly, though not whole-heartedly. It still hurt. "I've missed this narcissistic guise of yours. I can never tell what you're hiding. Still the same Uchiha I know and love, still the ass that everyone loves," she smiled. "It's funny how you portray my relevancy when at one point I was very relevant to your life and your business way before we ever considered having a relationship."
"It was never a relationship - it was an agreement between us." He didn't stop at her distraught countenance.
"An agreement you say?"
"An agreement of mindless sex. You're the one who caught feelings." He watched as the Hyuuga turned, causing the applause to get louder. "Unrequited love. Tragic."
Hitomi glared at him from under her dark lashes before turning away. "I admire any woman who's ever crossed your path and never got burned. You're truly a despicable man, but you could get away with murder and you'd still have the country fawning at your feet. So much influence and power...truly the definition of an Uchiha." Her smile came back. "But that's what I love about you, Sasu-chan. You're a force to be reckoned with, and now, so am I. Well, at least that's what Sabaku-san says..."
He stiffened, causing the red-haired vixen to raise a brow in amusement.
"I understand that you and Sabaku-san go way back, how back I'm not sure. I thought that this information may be relevant to the questions you have concerning their business route and their future."
He cut dark eyes towards her.
Hitomi smoothed down her dress, tracing the curves of her thin waist before her hands found the curve of her hips. "I was a special judge in evaluating Sabaku's new spokesperson yesterday and, I must say, she's quite the pretty little thing. She signed her contract yesterday. I won't give out any details on what line she'll be representing, but the designer is Deidara Suho. He's very talented in his craft, and the designs are one of a kind. Elipope Roman was there, Europe's own entrepreneur. He opens a world of opportunity for Sabaku, so it's going to be big."
Sasuke doubted that; he had Sakura Haruno, Japan's beloved Lady, representing Uchiha. She was a household name, on billboards all across the country, an international star known worldwide. In just the few months that she'd been with Uchiha Corporation, things skyrocketed just by people seeing her name. It didn't matter if Elipope Roman had a hand in Sabaku's endeavor; if they didn't have the right person representing them, than it would be a waste of time and money.
He looked back out on the runway; Hinata was blushing at the kiss the blonde Australian model passing blew/ So naive. "That depends on who's going to be the face of it," he stated, going back to the conversation at hand.
"Have I piqued your interest? Am I relevant now?" When he gave her a look, Hitomi smirked. "I don't know. I've already given too much information already…"
"Finish what you started. Or leave. Your choice."
"Haven't I given you enough?" Hitomi tucked some hair behind her ear. "You left me out to dry, shouldn't I do the same to you?" She smiled when she saw the Hyuuga walk away. "Shouldn't someone betray you?"
Sasuke made no expression; he simply didn't care nor did he empathize with her. She knew what she was getting into; they all had knew. Now he was the bad guy all of a sudden. It wasn't his fault if they fell for him in the process.
"Ibisu Vegas Night!", the announcer presented as the models came back on stage, clapping with bright smiles.
"Looks like it's my time to shine. Ciao" She started to go forward, but her forearm was caught.
"Who is it?" He was curious to know, and if he knew now he'd know how to counter it in the future.
Hitomi looked back, red tresses dancing in the spotlights. "Oh that...well, it's not really my information to give, but if you really want to know..." She smirked wickedly. "Ask your dear wife."
Hinata blew a kiss towards the audience. Towards the row where the man with redhair and teal eyes sat smirking. Gaara.
Sasuke turned on his heel as fire danced in his eyes.
Mini cliffy I think.
I really, really want to work on Sasuke's character. He's so freaking hard to write at times.
I'm thinking about putting a summary up next chapter for all of my old readers who haven't read the story in a while. It'll give me the chance to read over my story and connect with it like I used to. I've also decided that I'm going to try and update more frequently as to get back to enjoying life. It will take a while, especially now that I'm starting college in three weeks, but I want to work on this story; I need to. Please forgive me if my writing isn't how it used to be. I'll work on it.
I'm going to edit the crap out of this chapter.
FAQ
1. Is this a Harem fiction?
No. *shudder* Never ask that again. I'll have nightmares.
2. Hinata's development is going well but sometimes there are relapses in it? Why?
It's hard to change. It's unrealistic to think that a smoker on the road to recovery won't relapse, just as people with depression. Relapsing is the easiest, change is hard.
3. When will hinata have her happy ending?
There is no such thing as a happy ending - good days and bad days are what makes life. I think the question you're trying to ask is when will Hinata be happy with her life? Hopefully soon.
4. Will Hinata and Naruto end up together?
I love NaruHina. But in this fiction...ask me later. :!
I'll add more questions once you all ask them. Thank you all so much for sticking out this long. God Bless you all!
OAN: Any tips for college? What I should do and whatnot?