Vallen: Guess what story I am reviving? This one! I edited the first two chapters, and plan on writing a new one regularly enough. This one had a lot of potential and intention. I still think I could bring it someplace.

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The people around her danced and laughed. About three or four songs had passed, and she finally deemed it an appropriate time to take a break from the festivity.

She made her way to the balcony, needing the fresh air.

It was suffocating.

And that look her father gave her... He was likely to beat her tonight.

Perhaps she would make her escape now and visit Sasori, Deidara, and Gaara. She could stay with them until her father loses interest. The issue was, she did not wish to impose. They always welcomed her so wholly, but it was beyond improper of her.

At least they treated her better than her family ever did.

The air on the balcony was crisp, it caressed her heated skin, welcoming her into the night. She closed her eyes and took a long breath, her body feeling much lighter.

"The dress doesn't match you." Itachi made his presence known. She nodded, keeping her eyes closed and head tilted towards the moon. "I could find you a better dress-maker, if you wish?" She blinked, eyes trailing over to where he stood.

He looked very appealing in his suit. It was obvious those who dressed him knew his style, and how to appeal to his physique. It was different than most of the other Demons she had met. Kisame did not care about his appearance, nor did Gaara or Zetsu. Sasori only tolerated clothes because Deidara forced him. Deidara was the only one whom cared about how he appeared.

This Demon was also different in the way he was known in society. His family... Were they all demons? How did they integrate? From her knowledge the Uchiha family was as grand and old as hers. It would be suspicious never age.

He took a step towards her, making her blink. He looked a lot more friendly then the last time they met. That was good, it would make this talk easier.

"Sir," She use a polite tone, as he was a man of noble society. "May I inquire as to why you have been following me?" His eyebrow rose a fraction.

"You could sense me?" He asked, tone relaxed compared to how she felt. He was being rather laid back. Considering he was her shadow for the last few days.. She expected something more from him, like anger, maybe curiosity. But he had neither, she only felt.. Calm.

"Yes." She responded, turning to face him. He smirked, his black eyes flashing red.

How could she not sense him?

"I thought so." He hummed, his voice taking a softer tone. "You seem to have met many of my kind." He did not word it as a question, but she knew better.

"Yes. I am grateful for their ongoing friendship." She said, fighting the blush that wanted to rise to her cheeks. A certain trio was starting to push certain boundaries, and it was not something she knew how to react too. Itachi seemed amused by her words.

"I would like to initiate friendship as well, if you will allow it." He said, taking another step closer. They were now in arm's length from each other, their distance appropriate for friends to speak.

Unlike Kisame who was always cold, she could feel heat emitting from Itachi. It was like standing by a fireplace.

How particular... After his stalking, friendship was not what she expected. But the Demons... They lived in another standard then she was used too. But, she cherished them.

However, the stalking would need to stop. "I would need to ask that I have my privacy, being watched most hours of the day is unnerving." The man chuckled at her response. She scrunched up her nose. It was not meant to be funny.

"Alright. Any other demands?" He seemed to be teasing her.

She blinked.

Demands.

How could she ever demand something?

She shook her head, grinning at him. It seemed he had a sense of humour, unlike Gaara or Zetsu.

His humour was not as excessive, but almost reminded her of Kisame.

"So, friends?" He held out his hand.

She took it, smiling softly. "Friends."

The door flew open, her eyes widened as the person emerged from the loudness of the party.

The man looked ready to kill. Specifically, her.

It was her Father.

Silver eyes roamed to her hand that was still holding Itachi's. She quickly pulled back, blushing in horror. She righted herself, and brought her fan to her face to hide the fact she was biting her lip rather harshly.

"Hinata." His tone was cold as ice. "You may retire." She nodded, head down as she quickly stepped away from Itachi.

As she left, she could hear her father apologize for his harlot of a daughter, and any problem she may have caused.

She was gone before she could hear Itachi's response.

Tonight, she would need to be away from the house or face her father's heavy fists. She could feel tears of embarrassment well, but she faught them back.

She was strong.. She would be strong.