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Summary: Hinata woke up with amnesia. Sasuke was the only person she remembered. But when her past finally caught up to her, how would she face a certain cousin?
Author's Note:
Hi there. I've had this idea for a long time and just had to write it down. Because English is not my first language, please excuse any grammar and spelling mistakes. If you find any, you can send me a message or tell me in the comment section.
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Warning:
1. Mature Content. You've been warned.
2. This story features SasuHina and NejiHina. If you don't like the pairings, please don't read
Chapter 1
The waves were strong.
The wind was scratching her cheeks and tears were burning her pale eyes. Her eyes were wide-opened but she couldn't see a thing. All she saw was the man she loved kissing another woman.
She had loved him with all her heart. She had given him everything: her heart, her soul, her trust, and even her virginity. And this was what she got in return?
She thought he loved her. She thought she knew him. They had grown up together after all. Apparently, fifteen years spent together was not enough.
They kept their relationship secret because they were afraid that Hiashi wouldn't approve of it and would try to separate them. Hinata remembered nights after making love, she would snuggle close to him, eyelids heavy with sleepiness as his fingers stroked her long hair, and he would whisper to her that when he had a successful career, when she graduated with honor, and when they break free from the Hyuga's clutch, he would come to Hiashi to ask for her hand. Hiashi could disapprove all he wanted but he wouldn't take no for an answer.
It was their dream. It was their plan. Hinata knew it wouldn't be easy but she had had faith in him and herself. She had faith that as long as they love each other they were going to make it. They would put effort into it, they would try, and they would fight for it. She would fight for it.
Their secret relationship went on for over a year. No one knew about it, which meant in public they couldn't hold hands, couldn't get too close to each other, and couldn't get jealous. But never had Hinata been happier in her entire life.
His fingers would secretly find hers under the table, he would kiss her forehead whenever no one was looking, and when his eyes got darkened whenever a man got too close to her, Hinata knew she wouldn't be allowed to sleep tonight. He would stretch her on his bed, spread her legs wide, and with each thrust he would ask her "Who are you belonged to?"
"You." She would reply, breathlessly and obediently.
She used to tell him he needed to work on his jealousy management; otherwise, they would be discovered sooner or later.
"Coming from you, jealousy girl." He chuckled as he put a hard nipple into his mouth, lightly biting it.
Her face turned red immediately. She knew what event he was referring to and it was so embarrassing she wished she could forget it. Jealousy was not a feeling she was familiar with. She had the chance to experience it firsthand when his female childhood friend accidentally revealed to her that she was in love with him.
Hinata shouldn't be surprised. He was handsome, he was cool, he came from a prestigious family, he was smart, he was kind, and he was a genius, why wouldn't any girls fall in love with him? But the news was still uncomfortable to know. What was even more uncomfortable to know was that he had known it a long time ago, he just didn't tell her.
"Why don't you tell me?" Hinata had questioned him.
"Why would you need to know that she loves me when you already know that I love you?"
Maybe it's because that woman was not just any woman. She was his childhood friend. They went to the same college, had the same classes, and were in the same group of friends. They practically spent a lot of time together.
He remained still as she approached him. She tiptoed, opened his collar, and, to his surprise, put her mouth on his neck.
"Hinata, what are you…" He tried to speak but words died on his tongue when she started to bite and lick him. They had made love many times but… she had never done something like this before.
His hand was put on her lower back, attempting to push her closer to him but she had already stepped back. There left a red mark on his neck, still wet and glistening. It didn't take long before her face started to turn extremely red as she stumbled back. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to… I don't know what I was thinking." She squeaked in embarrassment. The poor girl tried to turn and run but quickly found herself on his bed.
Hinata really was not being herself at all, because normal her would never straddle him, kiss him, and ride him passionately. That night, he discovered a new side of hers that he loved very much.
"It's because I love you too m-much." She stumbled on her last word as his fingers began to spread her folds to make way for his member. After some adjusting, he was finally all in.
He always did it like it was her first time. He was gentle, slowly getting her used to his size before starting to thrust into her faster. His hands pinned her wrists to the mattress because she tended to be shy and would try to hide from him. Meanwhile, he wanted to look into her eyes because she was just too beautiful when they made love. Her face was flushed red and her long hair spread under her like a halo. Her breasts would bounce with every of his thrust while her mouth would emit moans of pleasure.
He took both of her wrists in one hand and went down to her in a passionate kiss. She kissed him back, oblivious to his other hand that was approaching dangerously close to their joined parts. Her pale eyes suddenly opened wide as she felt his fingers rubbing her clit, giving her so much pleasure she broke free from his clutch and run her fingers through his long brown hair. His mouth swallowed her scream, saliva trickling down his chin.
Hinata was panting hard. His gentleness was gone and it was starting to get hard to keep up with him. She moved her hips to meet his thrusts, her milky wall squeezed him tightly and she heard him grunt.
"What… a-ah!" She squeaked when he suddenly grabbed her thighs and forced her to open her legs even wider. Now she could see their joined parts with milky liquid leaking from her. To her horror, he calmly wetted his thumb before spreading her folds so that he could go into her even deeper, hitting a certain spot that he knew she loved very much.
His thrusts were getting faster and harder as her wall squeezed him tighter, leaking even more hot juices. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. It was when the climax hit and she screamed into his mouth.
Her mouth pulled into a small smile when she heard his long sigh against her ear. Still immersed in her heat, he gently brushed some of the strayed hair from her face, and when he saw her beautiful smile, he couldn't help but smile too.
Something bloomed inside her chest. Something warm, something beautiful, something to treasure.
She leaned into his touch as he stroked her cheek. This was the man she loved. This was the man that loved her…
Did he?
If he loved her, why did he kiss another woman? She was the exact woman that he told her he didn't love.
Hinata was angry, she was mad, and she was heartbroken. She was trembling so hard she couldn't breathe. It was getting so hard to breathe that she couldn't stand straight and had to bow down a little. Her one hand was put on her knees to support her upper body while her other hand was clutching her left chest because it was real pain there.
She let out a strangled cry. Against her own will, her mind was re-play the scene where he kissed another woman. She wanted to forget it, to pretend like it never happened but she kept seeing it again and again. And the worst part was that she still loved him. She still loved him despite his betrayal.
The phone in her bag suddenly vibrated and it was him. He had tried to call her several times but she never answered. Just looking at the name on the screen made her chest hurt. Biting her lips, she threw the phone into the sea.
The phone immediately disappeared into the waves and after a few moments, as if being possessed, she dove into the sea, trying to find the phone. That phone had memories of him. His messages, his pictures, his voice records… They were memories of him she couldn't lose.
The waves were getting stronger but Hinata was not going to give up. She came to the surface for some air before diving down again. She looked everywhere for the phone and just when she thought she had lost it, her eyes caught something. Hinata had never swam so fast in her life. The phone was stuck between rocks and it's a waterproof phone so it should be fine.
Hinata grabbed the rock, trying to get out of the water. The water was cold and her body was trembling violently. She told herself to just take small steps and she would be fine but when her foot took the first step on the slippery rock, she fell, hard. Her head must have hit the rock as she immediately felt an agonizing pain there.
Hinata found herself under the water again but this time, she was not swimming. The phone slipped easily out of her hold and disappeared into the sea.
Her body felt numb. She couldn't breathe. It was so cold. She was sinking deeper and deeper into the water. Her head hurt and it was bleeding so much that even when she was slowly losing consciousness, she could still see the red blood in the water, swirling in front of her.
So she would die like this? They said people tended to see their most affectionate memories before they died. Hinata was seeing her father, her sister, and most of all, she saw him. She saw the boy who told her she was cute, the man who helped her study, who protected her, who made her life so much better. She wanted to see more but her eyes were getting blurry. His face was a vague image that was fading.
Would he find her?
Someone was grabbing her, pulling her towards them. They were struggling to get to the surface and after a few moments, her lungs felt the fresh air again. But she was still too weak that she had to lean her entire body against them. Her chin was put on their shoulders as they hold her back and slowly swam toward the shore.
Her head was still bleeding so much that when she was put on the shore she could immediately feel the blood seeping into the sand.
Her eyes were struggling to see. It was a man with dark hair and dark eyes. He was kneeling beside her, panting fast as he looked down at her. Water from his hair trickled onto her face but she didn't care because, at that moment, she could finally see his face. Her mouth opened as she tried to say.
"N-Nej…"
"Sasuke." He said. "My name is Sasuke"
Sasuke
She heard whispered noises, felt stares, and saw colorful things. There was something blond, something pink, and something dark but her vision was so blurry she couldn't tell what exactly it was. It took a few moments for her vision to focus and when it did, it was vibrant.
There was a man with blonde hair and blue eyes. He stared at her with wide eyes before speaking, rather loudly. "You're awake."
"You're too loud." A girl with pink hair and green eyes slapped his shoulder, making the man cry out. One moment she looked mad and then the next moment she turned to her with a sweet smile. "How are you feeling?"
Weak, tired, and her head hurt. She wanted to say but turned to her left instead, seeing the man who had saved her.
He had dark hair, even darker eyes, and pale skin just like she remembered. She didn't know why but she was so relieved she remembered him. The thought of forgetting him made her scared.
Only when she could be sure that she remembered him did she turn to the pink-haired girl and tried to speak with a dry throat. "My head hurts."
"Well, you hit your head rather hard after all." The pink-haired girl said, comforting her. "But the doctor said you should be fine. There should be no permanent damage."
"Hey hey, I'm Naruto." The blonde boy said, throwing his arms in the air as if he couldn't bear having no attention directed to him.
"I'm Sakura. Nice to meet you." The girl introduced, shaking her head at Naruto's tactic. Her annoyed expression turned into happy when she referred to the dark-haired man. "And this is…"
"Sasuke." All three paused at her soft voice. Not only his look but she remembered his name as well. Noticing the suddenly quiet air, the girl's face turned pink as she squeaked. "T-Thank you for saving me."
It still took a few moments for the air to return to a resemblance of normalcy. Too embarrassed to say anything more, she chose to keep quiet. She could feel the pink-haired girl's eyes on her, which was a little too intense for her liking.
"You must remember his name because he saved your life." Naruto's voice broke the awkward silence. He walked to Sasuke to sling his arm over his neck, earning a scold from his friend. "It seems even a bastard like Sasuke here couldn't ignore a pretty girl like… Oh, I forgot to ask. What's your name?"
What's her name?
Her lips opened for a reply but strangely no words came to her mind. She was struggling to come up with a name. She remembered his name but couldn't remember hers.
"I d-don't know." She said, giving up as she really didn't have a clue about her name.
There of them, again, stared at her in surprise. How could a person not know their name?
After a few moments, as if remembering something, Sasuke pushed Naruto away and took long strides to the table on the other side of the bed. Sakura stepped to the side as she got his intention. On the table was her bag that Sasuke collected after bringing her to the hospital. The bag must have some of her belongings that could tell them who she was or at least her name.
Sasuke found some money, a pen, several hair pins, and a notebook. Taking out the notebook, he said in a calm voice. "Hinata." Holding up the notebook so that she could see her own name and handwriting, he continued. "Your name is Hinata."
