—Let try one more time, Hinata —deep green eyes watched her closely —do you remember anything else about your kidnapper, apart from his voice?

The girl in question was sitting in a comfortable armchair in front of the psychologist desk, with her legs drawn up to her chest, firmly grasped by her right arm while the left one passed over it, hugging her opposite shoulder and hiding her mouth in the flexure of her elbow.

Even if her gaze was straight ahead, they'd only made eye contact a few times: four, to be exact. Her eyes were always glued to the notepad that never changed position and on which he always annoyingly jotted things down.

She just wanted to go back to her house, to her bed and laydown again, she was ready, especially since she was still wearing her pajamas: wide gray pants, a white wool sweater and underneath the top a trouser suit. It was her main clothing since she had returned to her house after being abandoned in the middle of nowhere.

However, both the authorities in charge of the investigation of her case and her family insisted that she needed help from her now psychologist / psychiatrist -because she was not sure, although she could recognize both master's degrees in a couple of the many titles hanging on his wall: he had one for every wrinkle on his face- the one she visited every day at the same time.

She could only deny in response to his question, her voice hardly came out in those days.

—So we're done for today—was what the blond man finally said after letting out a loud sigh —we'll try something different in the next meeting

With a small gesture she nodded, standing up and walking towards the door as calmly as possible, although she desperately wanted to leave the room.

—Hinata— she stopped, exasperated, hearing him called her —Ino will arrive to the country in a few days, she is worried and eager to see you

—Thank you, Mr. Yamanaka

And she stepped out, feeling as if the weight on her shoulders eased a little. She walked towards her father who was sitting in the reception room waiting for her, and without exchanging words they left the building.

Hiashi had refused to leave her side after, barely a week away from returning, she suffered a panic attack to find herself surrounded by the security team he´d hired to protect her. Even if his hours were very limited, the man took advantage of every free moment he had to accompany her: however, although she would appreciate your concern in previous moments of her life, currently she did not wish more than to be alone, for everyone to disappear, without annoying maids overwhelming her or family and friends trying to cheer her up and keep her company every damn moment of the day.

She wanted to be alone.

And she also wanted to see Sasuke again.

Just like every Friday, Sasuke and his brother, Itachi, would go to see her and talk to her father in search of new information that she clearly wasn't going to tip because Sasuke was confident she wouldn't, and she loved the way he did it, just like the way his eyes looked at her, on her and only on her, she also loved the way he looked dressed in his detective outfit because someone in the detachment had decided that it was the perfect time for the transition from officer to detective. She loved how he touched her knee lightly with his knuckles as they sat facing each other very close while asking her questions or how he pulled away when Itachi seemed interested in their interactions, she loved the way he whispered that she was doing well the moment Itachi disappeared through the door to talk to her father alone, and as he told her how desperate he was to kiss her. His hair, his eyes, his nose, his lips, she loved every extension of him.

Even if at some point he pointed a gun at his head, she had forgiven him because she ultimately knew he did it… for her sake.


Filling out reports had never been as infuriating as it was at the time, every minute seemed like an hour, and she couldn't see any progress on the task she considered so easy. He could hear the non-existent ticking of the computer's digital clock, set to show hours, minutes, and seconds.

The presence of Itachi, who was waiting for him with his characteristic patience, standing gracefully at the door as if it were something casual, made him even more anxious to finish.

Finally he wrote the last words and put the final period, he saved the file because he was not willing to waste another second printing a documentation that was not even true even if he tried to keep everything as far as possible because being Itachi's partner could not reach him in a worse time.

As calmly as possible he took the jacket that was resting on the back of his chair and tossed it over his shoulders because he was still him even with a new job and didn't give a damn about formality.

The downside to working alongside his brother, aside from the obvious ones, was that he naturally ended up being the leader and that included the fact that Sasuke ended up being the passenger in Itachi's very luxurious car and, while many would be more than happy with the allocation of seats, he preferred to be behind the wheel.

Itachi was not used to being expressly chatty during work hours and only limited himself to talking about the investigation, a new suspect or commenting on another case he was working on simultaneously while asking for his opinion, but in general he was as quiet as he was, and how they were at that time.

About fifteen minutes later he could appreciate the huge Hyuga house as they approached, they were not far away when the gates opened, leading him inside and parked not far from the front door.

Sasuke was the first to leave the vehicle and approach the front door where they were already expected by the patriarch of the family, shaking his hand as soon as he was in front of him, being pleasantly reciprocated with warmth.

He wanted nothing more than see Hinata, those few weeks without her had been simply unbearable, every night he couldn´t sleep for her absence, and when fatigue finally beat him, he dreamed of her, calling him, asking him to return for her, and he tried to approach her, who seemed to get away, the more he tried, the farthest she was.

He never reached her.

He knew he had to do something to get her back to his side, and Sasuke had a simple plan, his goal was to win the Hinata family to be able to court her correctly, what he thought would have been the best from the beginning, but he certainly did not repent it because both, she and he had enjoyed their twisted moments together.

Once he had the approval of her family, he would take all the right steps to be able to have her in his home again, being his mistress instead of his hostage. Eventually the case would cool down and be buried, and while an unsolved case was not a very good start to his detective career, she was worth every erasure on any paper with his name on it.

After Hiashi and Itachi greeted each other, the three men got into the house and took seat on the white furniture in the living room. Itachi started asking the questions of place, the same ones they asked every Friday for the last few weeks. Had Hinata remembered something? Any suspicious behavior of someone inside or outside the house? Was there any progress on Hinata's visits to the psychologist? And all the answers were still disappointed "no", and Sasuke's insides rejoiced in mixtures of emotions like joy, relief, and even more love than any human being could feel because she was staying true to him after all.

—However—Sasuke's breathing stopped —Yamanaka says her behavior is consistent with someone with Stockholm syndrome— Hiashi said —She may know who kidnapped her, but she doesn't want to say anything, probably because she developed empathy for that… criminal—He told them, with strong hate in the last word.

Yes, Sasuke knew it, he suspected it almost immediately after she started doing things without being asked, precisely the day she spread her legs for him for the first time when he stepped on the last lower step when he came down eager to feel her. Seeing her in that position, with her legs open and tied only by the wrists to the back of the bed He did things in him that he could not fully describe with words.

As the days went by, she was the one who started the kisses they shared, massaging his shoulders after having sex and asked him how his day had gone. He, from time to time, stared into her eyes and perceived many emotions in them, they were not empty or hurt as they were supposed to be, he could even swear he saw a small light of love in them.

So, he decided that he should test her: he no longer tied her but neither did he allow her free passage until one night, where he left everything open, giving her the opportunity to escape while anxiety gnawed at him far from home. Finding her still there, seemingly undecided about what to do, hit him like a wave of relief that somewhat eased the monumental guilt he felt after finding Hinata's sister a few days before, on the very stretch where he had picked up the oldest.

—That's good —the train of his thoughts stopped and looked at his brother, urging him to explain his positive— if so, we still have hope of capturing the kidnapper, with the help of the doctor we may obtain new information

All three were silent, but it was possible to perceive how a glimmer of hope illuminated the older man's face.

—We'd like to talk to her

And as if it were an invocation, Hinata appeared in view of all.

—Detectives— She bowed a little and then walked over to the three men, sitting on the single piece of furniture farthest away from him and facing away from his father.

Both Itachi and Hiashi got up at the same time and exchanged glances, before turning to the two younger ones, who were watching them intently.

Hiashi cleared his throat.

—I must retreat, gentlemen— he shook hands with both of them and then approached Hinata —Neji and Hanabi must be arriving soon, meanwhile, detectives and the maids will be with you — he said, but neither let go of the visible tension that shook Hinata's body —They will take care of you— And he looked at them almost as if he were silently threatening them.

—As a matter of fact, Sasuke will — Itachi blurted out undeterred —I have something else to do, so you're in charge of the questions today

And he had to hold the air in his lungs, not wanting to let out a very uncharacteristic cry of joy, instead he only nodded.

—I will do it

—Call me as soon as you finish, and I will come for you

—It's not necessary— he said with his voice a little deeper than he would like, the desire for both of them to leave growing more and more —I'll order a taxi

—Hn

—I'll be back in two weeks, less, if everything goes according to plan— Hiashi said and awkwardly patted Hinata's head in goodbye and then headed for the door, followed by Itachi.

When the two men disappeared behind the front door, Sasuke moved on the couch to the opposite side to be closer to her. The maid, who had been standing in front of the door leading to the dining room, excused herself by saying she would be back with some tea and sandwiches, leaving them totally alone.

As soon as there was no one in sight, Hinata quickly sat down next to him on the long armchair, and their hands were gripped so tightly that if someone were watching, they could easily mistake them for a pair of lovers who did not meet. they had seen in years.

However, neither spoke.

She had stared at him with frivolous longing while he studied her face to face.

Her skin was visibly cleaner than it could have been at any time she was with him, the natural blush she wore was her only makeup, although at first glance it seemed that her lips were covered in a thin layer of gloss, it was just her native glow, the one they had in the bright light streaming through the windows.

Not seeing the marks of his belonging on his neck irritated him a bit and the desire to recreate them assailed him more, however, he had no choice but to resist because that could come with many problems, and he thought that this could do it later in a near future.

Her hands were quite soft and the impulse to look at them made him notice how neat her nails looked, he vaguely wondered if they were the work of her sister or one of the servants' girls. But her in general: from her hair to her clothes, her legs and everything that was visible in her looked well cared for, delicate, as if the previous events that involved both had never happened.

—How are you? —he asked, still looking at her hands, moving them from side to side so he could see them well and frowning because her fingers were eerily thin — Are you eating well?

—I'm fine, and you? — she asked back, avoiding his last question.

—I miss you— he whispered.

She smiled with an illuminated face, and placing one of her hands on one of his cheeks whispering a very low "I miss you too" that he would not have heard had it not been for the fact that they were so close that their noses were almost in contact, he tilted his face and kissed her hand as best he could, then repositioned himself as he was before that, resting his weight on her.

—Hinata, listen…— The sudden change in her voice made her smile disappear —From now on… you must be careful what you say.

The Hyuga looked at him in a bit of astonishment, ready to ask.

—Your psychologist is reaching conclusions, and if he finds out about something compromising… we won't be able to be together again.

She looked at him with a pitying look.

—C-Can't you suggest to my father that he stop with this consultation? —She asked—Sasuke, I don't want to go there, I don't like it

—Has he done something to you?

She strongly denied.

—I just don't want to

He sighed.

—I can't do that—he answered sincerely—they are required by law in these cases, Hinata, if I do that it would be very strange and unprofessional

Although, to tell the truth, by now professionalism was a myth.

He thought and suddenly released her and leaned her elbows on her knees, running her hands over her face, leaving them over her eyes as she asked him the next question.

—Why didn't you say anything?

After several seconds he felt Hinata's hand pass up and down his thigh comfortingly, between his fingers he could see her gesture and then she made him look at her, guiding his face with her other hand, and a reassuring smile was plastered on her face.

—I want to be with you

And although it was not a big deal, for him her words were the world. Their faces approached and their lips barely touched, but the moment had to be interrupted when the maid's footsteps were heard loud and steady, causing Hinata to return to her first seat and Sasuke to take his notebook and pen, making her questions that she answered a little self-consciously while the maid placed a cup in front of each one next to a large plate of fruit skewers, not noticing the secret smiles they both shared underneath, as they thanked her for her service.


—I want you to see the three movies on this pendrive — Dr. Yamanaka placed the portable memory on the desk, both she and Neji, who was accompanying her and had been invited to enter the session that had started just a few minutes ago, looked at the small object with curiosity and a bit of skepticism.

—What are the names of the movies? —Neji asked.

—She will have to find out for herself—the doctor replied.

—What are they about? She asked this time.

Inoichi chuckled slightly.

—It's your homework, too — the psychologist saw how both Hyuga frowned a little more, simultaneously, with slightly pursed lips and forced himself not to laugh anymore. —Every time you finish with one of them, you'll have to make a summary of each one and you will bring it in eight days, next Monday, so that you have more time, our sessions this week will be suspended… there are no excuses, Hinata.

Looking at it was the only thing she could do, thinking that she really didn't want to waste time watching who knows what movies, so she would probably see the title of them and search the internet for the plot.

—I also want you to write down the feelings you have throughout each of the films on a separate sheet of paper, with the minute the film is next to each emotion you write— He indicated —Hinata, I know what you think, but I assure you that I will know if you saw the movies or if you are trying to cheat on me— he warned with a fine gaze on Hinata, and she on him, dumbfounded, with Neji also watching her sideways — I'll see you on Monday

Both Hyuga got to their feet and left the office, when Neji offered Hinata his arm he could feel her tense, maybe a little annoyed judging by the slight squeeze she exerted when accepting it, but he decided not to say anything and continue walking.


—Everything was so beautiful… the Eiffel tower, the Louvre Museum, and the restaurants! C'est manifest! —Ino sang.

Ever since he had arrived at the Hyuga home that Saturday, he had been swept away by the effusive blonde who was telling the small group about what life was like for him while living abroad, ending her career in France.

Lee and Choji seemed to be fascinated by the description, while Shikamaru stood behind them, arms crossed and a slight smile. Shino stayed a little further away chatting with Neji, and finally there was Sakura, who like him, kept only listening, asking little questions from time to time.

There was no sign of Hinata.

— Where's Hinata? —he asked without even thinking about it, and everyone's gaze fell on him.

—Yes! Where is she? — Ino asked as well, turning to Neji.

—She's finishing watching some movies your father commissioned her—Neji replied.

—Pfff ... my father and his old techniques ... sometimes he stresses me out —said the blonde, rolling her eyes and then looking at Sasuke —And you, why do you care?

—I'm in charge of investigating her case— he shrugged, dismissing it, although inwardly he was a bit irritated that, in fact, it was the only thing that mattered to him at the moment.

The atmosphere became tense and heavy before the imminence of the subject that would come into discussion, all quietly deciding if they should speak or not.

—And…— Sakura was the first to break the silence —How has she handled it?

—Better than anyone would hope— was Neji's reply after getting closer to the group, crossing his arms —We still keep our eyes on her though ... Your father says it may be an act to hide her depression— He looked at Ino.

—I wouldn't be surprised… with everything that's happened— he sighed.

—What are you talking about? —Choji asked, visibly undecided whether to stay in the group or move aside to rob the snack table that was abandoned a short distance from them. Shino and Shikamaru approached the group.

—You know ... this ... her mom, not being able to skate again, Kiba... — The Yamanaka numbered slowly.

—I don't think about the Kiba thing— Sakura said —After that he started hanging out with Toneri

Sasuke snorted, certainly remembering when he had seen them before deciding to drop out of his current degree. The others looked at him strangely but ignored him.

—Didn't she tell you? The Toneri thing was just an act... he wanted to make an ex jealous and Hinata owed him a favor, but it never got to anymore— Sasuke looked at Ino as she told Sakura, not remembering seeing anyone else in the dorms that day —But Kiba was her first serious boyfriend, it took her a long time to get over it

And Sakura wasn´t the only one impressed by the revelation, although she was the one who showed it the most facially.

—And her mother?

Shino, Ino and Shikamaru all cast glances at Choji, silently asking him to be quiet.

—She committed suicide a few months after Hanabi's birth— Neji replied, visibly uncomfortable to bring it up —She had postpartum depression but they realized late, Hinata found her hanged after ... after coming back from school

—Wow— Lee said slowly —We can't leave Hinata alone, we must cheer her up, make the flame of her youth burn again! —He threw his fist into the sky effusively, glaring at everyone as they sighed at his positive attitude.

—Lee is right, I'll go get her —Ino said, starting to walk, stopping when she felt her being followed.

—I'm going with you— Sasuke said, continuing to walk and stepping forward, not ignoring how Shikamaru's eyebrows, slightly furrowed, arched and how Ino shrugged and followed him.

They were both escorted by one of the maids to the second floor, leaving them in front of Hinata's bedroom door.

Sasuke had noticed that even though the house was barely bigger than a normal house, they had a large service staff, he wondered if they had always been there or if they had been hired after what happened.

Ino knocked on Hinata's door, but she didn't answer and therefore she knocked again, getting the same results over and over again.

They both looked at each other and Sasuke noticed how Ino's features decomposed slightly, making it visible she had a bad feeling and getting worse when she tried to open the door, but it was locked.

—Sasuke Down the door! —She told him urgently, but not letting him do anything because she herself blocked the door while pushing it and kept knocking —Sasuke! — When she pulled away from the door to yell at him again, he took advantage of it and kicked the door hard, opening it and in the process breaking part of the wooden frame.

They both entered and found her immediately lying face down on her bed, leaning on one elbow and with the other hand grasping one of the headphones while the upper half of her body was raised and half turned, allowing her to look at them with an expression of astonishment and bewilderment on her face, her mouth comically open.

A laptop was in front of her in the position it should have originally been before they broke in, a movie was playing on it and they could faintly hear the sound coming out of the headphones, making it obvious why she didn't open the door.

Sasuke thought they were good quality headphones and that he needed one of those, trying not to focus on the fact that he could see her legs exposed because she was wearing quite short pants.

—You fool! —Ino walked over and hit her square in the forehead with one hand.

—I-Ino…—Hinata quickly covered her forehead and stood up to hug and be hugged by the blonde.

—I was worried! —Ino whimpered, Sasuke hadn't realized when she had started crying —I've told you not to listen to things so loud! You will go deaf

—I'm sorry— Hinata laughed slightly —When did you arrive?

—About four hours ago —she replied, Hinata looked at her in amazement and Ino pulled away from her slightly —And I have to tell you; You've become very rude, Hinata, I came to see you, but you don't even receive me —The blonde placed her hand on her chest dramatically

—I-I didn't know you were arriving today!

—I know —she laughed —but leave that and come on, we're all waiting for you downstairs.

Hinata was tempted to ask who they all were, but her gaze only fell on Sasuke who had stood there, studying the room and Hinata was ashamed it was nothing interesting, just white walls, a big bed, a desk with her toiletries, makeup and a corner embarrassingly full of dolls of all sizes, all neatly organized, and she thought of putting them away as soon as she was alone.

—Yes, but can I speak to Sasuke alone for a moment? — Ino's gaze became merely puzzled and curious. —It's about the investigation… —she added, and the blonde seemed to understand, she didn't give the Uchiha any sign, since he should know her intentions even without looking at him.

—But don't delay, huh? I have a lot to tell you —She hugged her again —I'd better come downstairs and tell them about the misunderstanding before the employees call the police.

As soon as the blonde left Sasuke unsuccessfully closed the door, leaning his back on it to do the function that the ruined lock should have.

—You owe me a door— Hinata said, laughing, approaching the black-haired man and passing her hands over his chest, being held by him who wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her closer to him and leaning down to impress his lips with hers, kissing her intensely, without saying a word.

They continued kissing and he felt Hinata try to pull him towards her while she herself tried to take a few steps back, but he did not allow it even though he knew her intentions and was more than willing, but it was neither the time nor the place, instead, he lowered his hands to her buttocks and squeezed them lightly.

—Hinata —he called her between their lips, and she only groaned slightly in response while continued kissing him —I'm sorry ... for everything— but she ignored his attempts at apology, continuing in her act, annoyed him a bit, but he couldn't stop her —I brought you flowers

—Is that so? —She murmured still without leaving him.

—Yes… but Ino ruined them, she thought they were for her… and shook them while he spoke

she smiled

—What type?

—Petunias

—I love petunias —and he replied with a slight 'hmm' because it was something he knew.

They stayed kissing until their lips ached, Hinata covered hers with a light layer of lip gloss, but his remained red and swollen, he knew Shikamaru and Shino realized what they were doing when they saw him go out to the garden next to her, but they didn't say anything… it was a good thing Neji was somewhere looking for Hanabi.

He heard Hinata laugh as he looked at the table where the poor petunias were abandoned, dizzy and weak. He had noticed that while they were upstairs, more people had arrived: Naruto, Tenten, he tensed a bit when he saw Kiba, there were also Gaara and his brothers and even their former teachers, Kakashi and Kerenai.

The rest of the afternoon and part of the night passed between laughter and stories, they also drank. He stayed close to Hinata as much as he could, without raising any suspicions and when they left, the hugs were quite long, although they didn´t share any.


Hinata remained sitting in the same chair she usually took when she went to Inoichi's office, the man was reading the summaries she had made about the movies and highlighting things in them, it was a bit infuriating to tell the truth.

When he finished, all he did was put it away in one of his drawers without giving her a chance to see what he had done.

—So Hinata, which movie did you like the most?

She looked at him and thought a bit.

—"Tie me up" ... I liked it a lot...

—Antonio Banderas always attracts everyone, doesn't he? —He laughed a little —Why did you like it?

—He… I don't know, did he love her? Even if she… didn't have the s-best job option

—But that's no reason —she denied, agreeing. —So?

—I really don't know… I didn't analyze it deeply

—But your summary is very deep —he pointed out.

—I wrote it while I was watching it — she shrugged —I ... 'Labor Day' I liked it too.

He didn't say anything, and she continued.

—The protagonist was wanted by the police ... so he hides in a house and holds the woman and her child ... I think ... they go through a lot of things together and fall in love ... I ...

—And the other? 'In your hands' her name is, right? —She nodded. —What did you think?

She shrugged and he sighed.

—Do you know what these films have in common?

She thought about.

—They're about kidnapping

—And…

—And… they fall in love in the end…

—Right —the blond nodded —Hinata, did you feel identified with any of the characters in those movies?

He denied, but in the psychologist's eyes her doubt was not invisible.

—Hinata, you know this will be our last session, right?

And she looked surprised.

—We won't see each other again after today —he confirmed —at least not in these terms.

—Don't I have to go back?

—No —he replied —So, how do you feel compared to starting therapy?

—Calmer —she answered sincerely —At first, I didn't want to be here, or go out... Neither to speak ... but now ... I'm getting my life back

She had noticed it herself, she was leaving her house again and was about to restart her classes at the collage, she was going to take all the classes she had before her abduction, some teachers had been aware of her situation and she should only attend those classes starting from the subjects she had not yet seen or doing projects to complete the score, but others had left her no choice but to repeat the subjects from scratch.

She was still scared to go out alone, thinking it could happen again, but that she would not be as lucky as she was with Sasuke taking her, and that thought of terrified her, although she was better than before to tell the truth.

—I'm glad —the man gave her a smile, but when he leaned against his desk, his face turned serious —One last question, and I need honesty, Hinata— She waited —Do you know who kidnapped you?

She looked at him.

—No


Seven months later, a year after the kidnapping of Hinata Hyuga, the case was closed due to lack of evidence


Loosening his tie, Sasuke sighed, tired. He opened the door of his house while he took out his cell phone to check the time, 8:40 pm, it was earlier than he thought.

He read a message from Hinata and replied, smiling after agreeing on the time for their date tomorrow.

They had recently started dating officially, less than two weeks ago, after finally obtaining the approval of her father who had been reluctant to accept it, expressing how he felt abandoned by the authorities after he was informed they wouldn´t continue to investigate the case, but in the end, after many gifts and serenades that definitely did not let the man sleep, he had accepted.

He yawned, he was tired, it had been a long day, he was in charge of the murder case of an 83-year-old man, but as it sounded, it was simple, especially since the main suspect, the thirty-year-old, recent wife and therefore widow of the victim entered the police station, acting as a woman destroyed by the death of her husband, but six hours locked with him in an interrogation room completely disarmed her and finally obtained a confession.

The reason? The cliche of most murders… money.

A very juicy life insurance, to be precise.

He entered her home and turned on the lights.

—What are you doing here? —he asked the person sitting on his couch, pulling his hand away from the gun as he realized who the intruder was.

—Hello to you too, Sasuke

—How did you go inside?

He asked him.

—With my key

—What do you want, Itachi?

The older Uchiha stood up approaching to Sasuke and before he could react, his older brother's fist had already hit him hard on his face, knocking him to the ground.

—What the hell, Itachi?! — He yelled.

He took another hit, this time a direct kick to the stomach.

—Did you really think I wouldn't notice? —The older one asked through clenched teeth.

—What the hell are you talking about?!

Itachi took him by the collar of his shirt and brought it close to his face.

—Stop pretending Sasuke, I know everything— and pushed him hard against the floor, walking away from him. Sasuke sat looking at his brother with disdain.

A couple of folders fell in front of him, he looked at them, then he looked back at Itachi and took the folders, opening them and reading the information.

—What the hell…?

— Oh! Come on Sasuke, you know very well what this is

He left the folders open on the floor, containing individual photos of him and one of Hinata, along with various DNA results.

—Why did you do it Sasuke? Why did you kidnap and rape Hinata Hyuga?

Sasuke looked at him stunned. How…?

—How did I find out? —Itachi laughed without heart and Sasuke wondered if he had asked that question out loud or if his brother had only read his face as he knew how to do —To be honest, at first he didn't even consider you suspicious—Itachi returned to sit in the chair that he had found him and Sasuke approached, sitting on another, they both put their weapons on the central table, something they were used to doing every time they spoke —But you disappeared, Sasuke ... you said you were doing your rounds or that you were in the place of the investigation, but it was not true... the GPS of your patrol always marked the same place... here

Sasuke's breathing hitched; he had forgotten about the damn GPS.

—Not only that... it also marked the route that Hinata must have taken to get to her house—He looked at him and laughed again —but even then, I didn't suspect you.

They looked at each other.

—Do you know when I suspected?

Sasuke still didn't speak.

—One day I came, but you weren't here, so I came in and went upstairs to take a bath. Do you know what I found? —And although the silence was not necessary for the suspense, Itachi kept doing it —Female clothes, clean and folded on the bed… I thought my little brother was being naughty and I let it pass… I believe in coincidences, Sasuke, I really do, that's why I let it pass, but days later we got the videos of the store that Hinata went to ... and the clothes were quite similar, but when I came back and it was gone...

Sasuke remembered that he had decided to give her clothes back a week after kidnapping her, even if it was more exciting to see her in his shirts and pants, there was something about that dress and her coat that really turned him on.

—Things happened… murders, many of them… and I had to put this aside, and tried to convince myself that I was paranoid and frustrated that I couldn't find your… friend…—The way he said it bothered Sasuke a bit, but he wasn't in a position to speak —A while passed and she still didn't appear, but I ran into her sister, Hanabi, she was with a dog, a Labrador, one of the kinds of dogs we use. And you know what she told me?

Yes, he knew it.

—"It's Hinata's dog, I'm using it to find my sister but the stupid dog can't find anything" — Itachi didn't even bother to make a female voice, which he would normally do when teasing him, but this moment was so serious that burned —I told her that we would take care of that and we would inform her, then she told me that it was the same thing you said and that you seemed the dog has liked you... in other circumstances I would not have paid attention to that, but, Sasuke, I could no longer ignore it ...

—Itachi

—The day they found her… before they did… as i was driving home after seeing a crime scene, I saw this car… black, with no license plate, pass me.

Sasuke went blank, it couldn't be true... he knew Itachi's car from miles away and it was impossible for him not to recognize it.

—Didn't I tell you? I bought a new car—He took out his phone and showed him a picture of a dark green Mustang GT and yes, he remembered that car —About twenty minutes later, while I was following that car, I received a call... they had found Hinata in a town neighbor, just as the car finally stopped and entered a garage ... your garage ...

At this point Sasuke couldn't see his brother to his eyes, instead he covered his face and stopped a hand through his hair.

—I checked it, I called you and went back to look for evidence… interesting basement, by the way…

—If you knew, why didn't you say anything?

—Hope, Sasuke, hope... —he replied, —I wanted it not to be true, that I was wrong and that they were just damn coincidences, I knew the truth, but I didn't want to believe ... I let you act, I just needed one last confirmation, I wanted to see how they reacted while being together, now tell me the truth Sasuke, does she know? Does she know that you were the one who kidnapped and raped her?

—No —he lied —she doesn't know

Itachi wasn't sure whether to believe.

—I guess you're going to arrest me

Itachi stood up and took both weapons, Sasuke slowly stood up as well.

—No— he sighed —I won't.

Sasuke stared at him blankly, surprised, then what?

—Give me your phone —and Sasuke did as he said, Itachi turned and put the phone in his pocket, then handed him the last folder that was on the table and began to walk towards the door —tomorrow, at this time in the morning I want you out of here

Sasuke didn't understand and looked at what was in the folder: a barracks transfer sheet.

—This ... this is on the other end of the country— Sasuke said, not wanting to accept it.

—You're the only family member that I have left Sasuke, but I can't allow you to continue with this— he said opening the door —and I'm warning you Sasuke, don't contact her; don't call her, don't write to her, no social networks or letters, don't send her a damn carrier pigeon or a message with someone… no riddles, no morse code, don't even communicate with her on the delivery note, just disappear and don't come back… —and he left, closing the door and leaving Sasuke alone.

The next day, at 9:30 in the morning Sasuke Uchiha was gone.


6 years later


—Detective Uchiha —he looked up from the reports he was reviewing to see a young boy, a teenager, an assistant at the police station — You have mail— A small pile of letters fell on his desk as the boy said goodbye, but he paid no attention to it until an hour later, when he finished going through the reports and an old case he was going to assign to one of the rookie detectives.

He sighed and took the cards.

Accounts payable, a few love letters and… What was that?

He put everything aside and was left with a single letter, a peculiar one.

It was almost completely square, he would say that 9x9 inches, in its center it had a peculiar design: rings, two, one above the other, with the legend "join us to celebrate ..."

He opened it to read the inside, and when he did, the invitation fell away along with the envelope, as he grabbed his jacket and hurried out of the station.


Join us to celebrate ...

The wedding of:

Hinata Hyuga and Itachi Uchiha


Originally, this was the final chapter of this fic, as you see, an absolutely open end, it took me like two years to decide to continue it with an arc about Hinata and Itachi and whatever drive them to get married, also, to tie up some things in the fic.

What do you think would happen next?

Thanks for all your RR, I really appreciated it