Note from the Author: … I might seriously finish writing the damn story before FanFiction,net starts working again. Le sigh.
I only want to know if it could happen.
Hinata was sliding onto her stool at the island, yawning, when she heard the front door open and close. She leaned her head over the back of seat and smiled upside down at her cousin. "It's seven-fifteen. You're late."
"Sorry." Neji murmured, nuzzling against her neck. "My dad apparently has a sixth sense that tells him when I'm in love." He helped himself to a bite of her toast. "He gave me The Talk," – Hinata shuddered – "while trying to 'subtly' pry out of me who it was."
She tried not to laugh at him, toeing the counter so the chair spun to face him and she could wrap her arms around him. "Do you want to talk about your traumatic experience?"
"Actually, speaking of," he took her hands and brought them to his lips, "I wanted to talk to you about Kabuto."
Hinata drew her hands from him, turned away, and proceeded to rip her toast apart with her fingers. "I don't want to talk about it."
"I'm not asking you to tell me what happened." He turned her head toward him with his fingers on her jaw. "Hinata-sama, I don't want him to have the chance to hurt you again. The police know it was him, but they can't arrest him without your statement – especially since they couldn't get a DNA sample from you. I want him to go to jail – we all do – and we need you to help us put him there."
She stared down at her plate, as if she were counting the ripped-up pieces of bread. "I'll think about it." She finally said quietly, looking up at him again. "I don't know if I can handle seeing him again – but it it'll make you happy, I can try. Just don't make me decide now." She grinned suddenly. "And if we go to court, you have to keep your cool. No attacking the defendant. If he's unconscious, they can't convict him."
He rolled his eyes playfully, smiled at her, turning her stool toward him again, and touched his mouth to hers lightly, his tongue tracing her bottom lip until she let him in to deepen the kiss. She dug her fingers into the hair at his temples, pulling him closer as he gripped her hips. They were so enraptured by each other that they didn't hear the door open and close upstairs, or the creak of footsteps – didn't know there was anyone else alive in the world until a shocked gasp came from the doorway of the kitchen, and they broke apart, staring in guilty horror at Hinata's mother who stared back, her mouth hanging open.
After a moment of the most mortifying silence, she swallowed. "Neji, please go to school."
He nodded, pushed himself off the counter, tossing Hinata a look only she understood, and edged out of the room. A moment later, they heard the front door and the elder Hyuuga fell against the door frame, exasperated. "What was wrong with Naruto?" she whispered, closing her eyes and leaning her head back.
"He's gay, Mom." Hinata said quietly.
Her mom opened her eyes, looked – glared –at her daughter. "Why Neji?"
Hinata wanted to glare back, but ended up averting her gaze. "He-he's-he makes me feel special." She blurted, looking up at her, eyes shining. "He's beautiful, and he's kind, and he understands me." She curled up in the stool. "He doesn't push me, and he loves me like I am." She was crying now, her eyes pressed against her thighs. "What's so wrong with that?"
The elder was taken aback by her words. She seemed so sincere, but it was still so wrong. "You can't see him like that anymore." She said softly.
A choking sob from Hinata. "I know."
"Come on." Her mom tossed her head. "Get cleaned up. I'll take you to school."