Chapter 22
Red Moo Milk
"She's waking up."
Were the first words she heard as her eyelids squinted from the harshness of the light.
"Back the hell up." Ino's voice snapped at someone and Hinata could feel her temples throb in pain. "Here, drink this." her vision slowly focused on the glass in front of her, the cool liquid a welcome reprieve as the events of the nights resurfaced in her memories.
The room felt uncomfortably cold and charged, turning to the direction of where Ino's voice had been directed she met Gaara and Itachi, on either ends of the tiny dressing room - staring cooly at each other.
"You good?" Ino's worried voice broke her stare as she set the glass aside. "We were worried."
"Mhm," she nodded, "I'm fine."
"She's fine. You may leave now." Gaara's cold voice spoke
"Look here, you little shit…" Ino gritted through clenched teeth
"Ino, please." Hinata spoke up, shocking Itachi and Ino. With a small reassuring smile their way, "please excuse us." Dark eyes stared her down, his eyes revealing his disapproval with her decision but he kept quiet nonetheless as he followed Ino out. Hesitating at the door, he gave Gaara a brief look before stepping out.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing here." his voice was terse, as though he was restraining his anger. "With another man nonetheless."
The room was silent, she focused on the tile patterns, the clock on the wall ticking to fill the silence.
"Answer me." Gaara's voice raising another octave, sending shivers down her back, the hairs on her body standing at attention.
AN: Sorry for missing yesterday