A/N-Prologue and then chapter to be released next Saturday. The Naruto version of this story ended with the last chapter. This story will now be told from Hinata's perspective with maybe a few Naruto pov chapters.
It did not make her feel better, murdering Sasuke.
Why?
Why?!
He lay there at her feet, face down with a barely visible hole through his head, dark hair slicked in thick dark blood.
The air smelled of pennies and smoke. Her ears rang and rang, her arms hummed with fatigue.
Dead, just lik-like that.
She didn't even get to feel his regret, didn't get to revel in his agony.
It-its not...fair...bu-t I just k-k-kille...d..him..
"Death is truly—grotesque," Naruto comments, hardly removing the amusement from his tone. With the realization that she had not been alert—she quickly snapped upright with the barrel of the pistol trained on him.
They stood in his living room, the door slightly ajar from Naruto's entrance. He held up his hands in surrender—staring unblinkingly into her teary eyes.
The air felt still—she couldn't hear a sound other than her own breath hitching—higher and higher.
"Hey, hey, hey…"He cooed at her in a tone that shouldn't have eased her—but it did. It was oddly soft—oddly laced with sympathy and tones that felt almost deeply intimate. "Don't waste your tears on him. He wouldn't for you…he didn't."
Repulsive.
She attempted to tighten her quivering lip, shaking the barrel in his direction, "Shut up! I-I-killed h—im I—" her mouth hangs open and the fetid smell of decaying flesh and blood causes her retch, tears pricking at her eyes. Her stomach cramps and she swallows down the bile that began surging up her throat.
Even as she said it, he simply took a step toward her—his hands up peacefully.
"What he did to you…" Naruto lingered on the sentence, those deep blue eyes bore into hers, as he took more steps to advance, "he deserved it. Yes, you took his life, but he took yours first, right?"
She swallows deeply, shaking her head, "Don't! I'm not like you—get the fuck away from me!" She shouts, stumbling backward, keeping her arm steady.
"Are you really going to shoot me too...bun-"
"Don't call me that! I'm not her!"
His face flickers with disappointment, and he pauses for a beat.
"I don't care which one of you it is. Let me help you because you're way in over your head if you think you can do this without my help."
She almost gagged.
"You've helped enough." She snaps, barely able to see clearly through her eyes as she—treads backward carefully.
He scoffs, shaking his head, "Don't be a fuckin' dummy, everyone within a five-mile radius heard the gunshots. I'm willing to bet someone in this neighborhood already phoned the cops."
Hinata shot a cursory glance toward the gaping door.
A feeling of dread envelopes her and an icy shiver rattles her spine as tears trek down her cheeks.
"We've got about ten minutes tops, maybe even less to get as far as we can from this. I wouldn't waste it pointing a gun at me, Hinata."