Hey guys! I'm so, so, so sorry that I have been gone for most likely three to four months; I know that I am such a big, fat jerk for doing that, but things have been really complicated lately around my life. But anyway, I'm never going to make any promises to you guys again about keeping up with my updates, only because I don't want to be seen as a liar again. So anyway, here is my attempt at an update for one of my more popular stories so far.
Xxx Disclaimer: Naruto doesn't belong to me, but instead to Masashi Kishimoto xxX
P.S: I know that I had said this before, but I just want to make sure that you guys all understand that Hidan is Hinata's for-now boyfriend. Thanks and please enjoy.
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"Hello?" Came his annoyed greeting as he sat up in the bed after answering his ringing phone. Immediately after, the redhead let out a long yawn as a sign of his grogginess.
"Hey Sasori, what the hell is the matter with you?" The man on the other end of the phone shot back quite rudely. "Did you just wake up from a round of fucking or what?"
Sasori shoots a deadly glare towards his phone before giving off an annoyed sigh. "What do you want?" He asks impatiently, completely ignoring the other man's question. He was not in the mood to deal with the loudmouth on the other end of the line. Not only did he have to deal with an attempted robbery/rape last night, but he was completely and utterly high and drunk while it happened too. This is what I get for not coming to work sober yesterday. He thinks to himself with a groan. Damn this hangover. He places a hand over his slightly throbbing head and starts to rub his thumb and index finger at the sides of his forehead to try to numb the pain. All that he really wanted to do right now was sleep and not be bothered by whatever the hell anybody wanted him to say or do.
"Sheesh, man, what crawled up your ass and died?" The other man snickered at his companions obvious dilemma.
With a sneer, Sasori closes his eyes in aggravation. "You have three seconds to tell me what you want, otherwise I'm hanging up." He threatens as he continues to massage his head. "Three... Two... On-"
"Okay! Okay! Dammit Sasori." The man laughs obnoxiously, causing the redhead to move his phone away from his ear by a little. It's only when he hears the other man breathe does he bring his phone back to his ear.
"Well?"
With another deep breath, the other man starts to speak, but in a more serious tone. "Leader wants us all to meet at the main spot in thirty minutes. So if your punk-ass is still at that dead-end job of yours, you better get your ass moving pronto." The man smirks with a quick chuckle. "He says that he doesn't want anyone to be late. I guess that we have a new assignment."
"Tch." Sasori grits his teeth as his sneer deepens. "Just my luck." He says more to himself than to the other person as he pulls the blanket off of himself. He swings his legs over the edge of the bed and stretches himself out. When he hears all the soft popping sounds of his back and arms, he sighs once more and stands from the bed. "I'll be there." Is all that he says before he hangs up his phone without waiting for a response from his companion, and places the phone down on the nightstand beside the bed.
Bringing his hands to his chin, the redhead cracks his neck with the satisfying pops. He then starts to look around the room until he finds his discarded articles of clothing strewn over a cozy looking chair in the corner. The grumpy teen makes his way over to the chair and picks up his black, long-sleeved shirt and places it over his bare, tattooed torso. Next, he put on his dark grey cargo shorts over his black boxers, and then finally put on his black sneakers.
Rubbing his tired eyes, Sasori makes his way back over towards the nightstand and picks up his phone and places it inside of his pocket. He then picks up his purple ring that was also placed on the night stand and puts it on his left thumb. Once he's finished getting dressed, he lets yet another yawn escape his lips before he makes the bed and heads out of the room.
As soon as he closes the door to the room, Sasori's hazel eyes land upon something, or more like someone, that he hadn't been expecting to see when he left his room.
"You're up early." The other redhead states without even sending a glance towards his frenemy, his eyes glued on the flashing TV screen.
"I could say the same about you." Sasori retorts back as he switches his gaze from the shirtless teen to the TV. "Hmm, you're watching Evil Dead this early in the morning." He states with a smirk. "Creep."
"I could say the same about you." Gaara mimics with a smirk of his own.
"Tch." Sasori grumbles in response.
Finally, the green-eyed teen turns his attention towards the other redhead with a bored expression. "So where are you going so early?"
"It's none of your concern." Sasori retorts with a warning glare towards the curious boy. His eyes then dart towards the door to the other bedroom before returning to Gaara. "Where's the girl?"
"In the room, sleeping." Gaara responds flatly.
"Did you stay with her?"
"No."
"Tell me."
"I didn't have to."
"But she wanted you too."
"She was putting up a tough front, Sasori."
"Why do you say that?" The redhead asks, genuinely confused.
Gaara sighs, turning his attention back toward the bloody screen. "She started to cry right after she tackled me."
"Hn."
"She was scared. She thought that she didn't want to be left alone."
"Thought?"
Turning his gaze back to the fully dressed teen, Gaara sighs once more. "I don't know how to explain it, but in the end, she cried herself to sleep and I just placed her in the bed, and then came out here."
"Did you sleep at all, Gaara?"
"What do you care?" Gaara shoots back with a glare.
"I don't." Sasori replies with a sneer.
Gaara crosses his arms over his chest and sits straight up in his spot on the couch. "Then why ask?"
Sasori's hands clench, and he quickly places his hands in his pockets to keep him from punching Gaara square in the face. "Next time I won't be so polite then, douche bag."
"Fine." Gaara responds through grinding teeth. Not long after, a long, silent pause ensues, leaving both boys to stare at the violent picture showing up on the television screen.
After about a minute of staring at the screen, Sasori pulls out his phone from his pocket and check the time. It's been at least nine to ten minutes since his call. "Tch."
"You've been doing that a lot lately." Gaara suddenly says, referring to Sasori sucking his teeth. This earns him a seething glare from the said teen.
"Shut the hell up." He snaps, placing his phone back in his pocket. He then turns his back to the redhead and heads towards the stairs. Once his foot is on the first step down, he pauses and looks over his shoulder. "Don't forget to tell Kushina what happened last night, and tell her that I went home."
"No." Gaara replies blankly, looking at the screen.
Sucking his teeth again, Sasori just continues down the steps, through the store, and out the exit. "Asshole." He mutters under his breath as he makes his way down the wet streets towards his destination.
I know that bastard is going to do something reckless. Gaara thinks to himself bitterly as he watches the final scene from the gory movie. He then lets loose a low groan as he reaches for the remote beside him. The bored teen starts to flip through different channels until he could find something that would be of some interest to him. "I don't even know why I decided to watch that movie. I hate Evil Dead."
Suddenly, Gaara's ear perk up to the sound of creaking wood beside him and shifts his gaze to his left to find a barely clothed girl standing in the doorway with her arms wrapped about her. He notices her slight jolt from his intense gaze and can't help but pity the girl.
"How did you sleep?" He asks as sweetly as he could. He was not the comforting type, despite him seeming as such the other night. Well you can't blame him exactly; he was somewhat buzzed from his hidden bottle of gin that he had snuck in right under Kushina's nose. Something in his gut had told him the previous morning that he was going to need something to help him relax a bit when he got to work, and boy was his gut on point. Gaara had nearly drank half of the bottle before the night was through.
His attention was brought back to the girl in the doorway when he had heard a slight shift in her direction. The dark-haired girl was trying to pull his offered shirt down further past her thighs, but wouldn't go lower than mid-thigh. Upon realizing her dilemma, her cheeks inflamed into a light shade of pink, accentuating the puffiness of her slightly reddened eyes. "W-Well..." Her gaze shift to the floor for a moment before glancing back into his green eyes. "Y-Y-You?"
"Well." He lied, only to ease the tension that is built up within herself. Truth be told, Gaara is an insomniac; he doesn't, won't, and can't sleep for one simply reason only: his thoughts. His thoughts are the very thing that keeps this poor teen up at night. If he were sleep for even an hour, his thoughts would run rampant and no one would be able to understand the kind of mayhem that could be caused from just his thoughts. It may sound crazy and unreal or unbelievable, but in due time, you will learn to understand what he deals with.
"T-T-Th-That's g-go-good." She stammers as she shifts awkwardly in her place. She notices how his piercing eyes start to scan over her body and her heartbeat starts to quicken. Her thoughts start to race back to the warning that Karin had said to her before she and her family had left the store for the night.
"...Well you see, Gaara and Sasori, since they're also best friends and not just rivals, they like to, um, play games." ... "What kind of games?" ... "Well~... sometimes, they like to play... sexual fantasies."
With that in mind, Hinata truly started to believe that he might try something with her when she's in her most vulnerable state. And even if she wasn't in her vulnerable state, she's pretty sure that he could still have his way with her whether or not she put up a resistance based off of the way he fought off that big guy the other night. After his eyes are done looking her up and down, they travel back up to meet her scared stare.
"You should get changed into more concealing clothes before Kushina and the others arrive." Gaara states pointedly as he stands from the couch, throwing the controller on the cushion beside him. This causes Hinata to let out a much needed sigh of relief. For a moment, she genuinely thought that this boy might have tried something with her. "Wait here while I go and find you something to wear." He says as he makes his way towards the stairs.
"O-Okay!" She calls to him, but he had already disappeared from her line of sight.
Once she's alone, Hinata slowly makes her way towards the couch and sits on the spot wear the redhead once sat. She slouches her body into the comfortable couch and releases a shaky sigh. She could feel the warm tears swelling in her eyes, but she refused to let them drop. She had practically spent the whole night falling in and out of sleep due to nightmares and her soft sobbing. Matter of fact, if she wanted to count the hours of sleep that she had probably gained last night, she would most likely have to go with about three to four hours of sleep. That was just ridiculous in her book. Each time that she had woken up from a nightmare about what was going to happen to her, she would end up crying herself back to sleep, feeling idiotic for doing so. She hated crying. That was one of the few things that Hinata hated. Why? Because that was all that she had ever done when she was a child. And now that she was slightly older and more mature, she wanted to knock off the childish habit and move on into a more adult way of handling her emotions. Actually, she wanted to go about most things in an adult fashion. That's one of the reasons that she even got a boyfriend in the first place.
Speaking of her boyfriend, what was she going to tell him? How was she going to tell him about the incident? About her almost getting raped by robbers? What was his response going to be when she told him? What would be his reaction? This confrontation actually scared probably more than the incident itself. Hinata knows that her boyfriend can be very unpredictable, especially when it comes to things like other men and sex. She wasn't sure how he would react to the whole thing. Many different types of scenarios were plaguing her mind, and not one of them turned out good. She was scared that this conversation might turn into another argument or something like that. She was scared that he might dump her for something like this. Not for one second did Hinata believe that he would take things like a normal boyfriend would, because he wasn't a normal boyfriend. Hinata's boyfriend is a major prick. Sure he would probably want to kill the guys that tried to molest her, but that's what he wanted to do to everyone. But other than that, she had no doubt in her mind that he wouldn't try to sooth her by saying sweet nothings to her, or by cuddling with her and other romantic things because she knew for a fact that that wasn't the kind of guy that Hidan was. Hidan was vulgar and impulsive; he didn't take crap from no one and was always the first to start a fight, even if it would be for nothing at all, just for fun. Hidan is a prick, an asshole, a complete and utter dick that she just couldn't help but say yes to when he had asked her to be his girlfriend a year ago.
She still, to this day, doesn't know why she agreed to be his girl. Every time that she asks herself this question, she always comes to the same two conclusions: she wants to be a rebel, or she wants someone who she knows that can protect her. She always figured that the latter was closer to the main reason, but she still kept the former one as a backup reason. To be honest, when Hidan had asked her out, he wasn't all that romantic about it either. In fact, he sort of really didn't give her a choice in the matter.
Flashback... 1 Year Earlier...
She was standing in line at the usual coffee shop that she goes to before she heads over to Kushina's shop. She stood there in line counting the amount of money that she had in her wallet until she heard a familiar voice of that vulgar worker.
"What the hell do you think it is, dip-shit?!" He yells at a fellow customer, slamming his hands down on the counter angrily. The customer in front of him was holding out his coffee cup with a shaky hand, his eyes wide and somewhat fearful of the much taller man in front of him. "It's the fucking drink you ordered!"
"B-But I ordered a hazelnut coffee with cream and sugar; this is just a plain old black coffee, sir." The man stammers as he places the cup down on the counter in front of him. Suddenly, the man finds himself drenched in the drink when the rude worker slaps the cup off of the counter and onto the man.
"Are you trying to accuse me of not doing my fucking job right?! Huh, fuck-face!" The taller man seethes with a sneer as he leans in closer to the drenched man's face.
With coffee soaked eyes, the man places his hands up in defense when he is suddenly taken by the collar of his work shirt and brought even closer to the man's face. "N-N-No sir! I was just-"
"You were just what?!" The man grins sadistically at the fear coming from the customers face. He was hoping that the man was going to piss his pants in front of all of the shocked eyes staring at them. That's when he notices her eyes, the girl that he's been flirting with every time that she comes to the store. He knows that she orders the same drinks every time she visits and he purposefully asks to ring her up just so that he can flirt and woo her some more. Now it's not that he found her to be interesting or anything sappy like that, he just wanted her body, and he knew that she knew it. He found her body to be rockin' and he just wanted to do things to her that she would have never thought to be possible. So after flirting with her for about three months now, he decided that it was time for him to make his move, and he was not going to take no for answer.
Tossing the cowardly man aside, the silver haired worker leaps over the counter, earning frightened gasps from the customers around him. His eyes watch as the soaked man literally crawls out of the store before running down the street like a pansy. He smirks to himself in satisfaction before making his way over to the smokin' hot bluenette that he wanted.
Her body tenses when she notices that he was coming for her. She knew that he would always flirt with her on almost every occasion, but right now, she just wished that he would leave her alone so that all of these scared eyes weren't on her. She practically jumps out of her skin when his arm slings around her shoulders and pulls her in closer until her face was against his hard chest. She blushed.
"What do you say, babe?" He starts with a wink, completely ignoring everyone else in the cafe. "Let's you an' me ditch this shit hole and go somewhere more fitting for our first date?"
With wide eyes, she looks up at him as he pulls her in even closer. She remains silent and in shock from what he had just said. He wanted to go on a date... with her... a date with someone so bland like her. This truly shocked her. But before she could even give her response, she felt herself being somewhat dragged out the shop by her shoulders by the same guy that had just asked her out.
"That's more like it, babe." He cackles to himself, looking at her. "Your silence is a fucking yes to me. Oh, and by the way..." He pauses and turns towards the cowardly customers and workers and sneers. "I fucking quit you dicks!" And without warning, he takes off his hat, apron, and headset and flings it towards the manager, who just so happened to walk to the front at the wrong time.
Back to Present...
Again, she has no idea why she started to date someone so out of her character, but she was and right now, it seemed like there was nothing that she could do about it. For some strange reason, dating him just felt like something that was apart of her life; something that was a necessity to her, and she felt like if something were to happen to tear that part away from her, her whole life would come crashing down before her eyes.
Suddenly, Hinata could feel the tears brimming within her eyes again, threatening to fall. Blinking her eyes rapidly, she wipes the tears from her face just as the sound of the redhead's footsteps make their way up the stairs. Pressing her palm to her face, she rubs anxiously at the wetness on her face, not wanting to be asked if she was okay. Being asked that question always made her feel like a burden to people, especially ones that she had just met.
Finally his face comes into view, different articles of clothing in his arms. His face held no expression, but the more she looked at his features, the more she noticed that the rims around his eyes seemed to have gotten darker. Strange... She thought to herself until she saw his green eyes bore into hers. Realizing that she had been caught staring, she quickly turns her head away with a deep red gracing her cheeks.
All of a sudden, she feels herself flinch back from something being thrown at her. She blinks her eyes in confusion as she looks at the items that now sat in her lap. She recognizes the items as the clothes that he once had in his arms and brings herself to look at his form. The teen had his arms crossed over his bare chest with a bored expression on his face. He was leaning his back against the wall next to the stairwell and had his full attention placed on her.
"I didn't know what size you wear, so I grabbed three different sizes of everything." He states as he pushes himself off of the wall. Closing his eyes, he turns towards the room that his frenemy had come out of earlier that morning. "I'll leave you to it." And with that, he shuts the door behind him, leaving Hinata by herself yet again.
She sits there for a few minutes, staring at the door that he had just passed through. She then sighs before looking through the things that he had brought her. After looking through everything, she decides to go with a light blue, long sleeved, medium sized shirt and a pair of dark grey, medium sized sweat pants. She then stands from the couch, tossing aside the articles that she didn't need. Slowly, she starts to take off Gaara's shirt, making sure to keep her eyes on the door encase he decided to come out for something. Once his shirt was off, she quickly pulls on the sweat pants and shirt, tossing his shirt on the couch as well. With a sigh of relief that he had remained in the room, she turns to the clothes and begins to fold each of them. Once folded, she turns to his shirt and just stares at it for a moment. She then picks it up hesitantly and just stares at it with a small smile.
It was really nice of him to offer his shirt to me. He didn't have to, but it was still a really sweet gesture. And then her smile turns to a deep frown at her next line of thought. I doubt that Hidan would ever bother to do something like that for me... He'd probably just let me stand there exposed and just laugh at my expense. Her frown then turns into a grimace. Matter of fact, he might have even tried to have his way with me if I were to just stand there in my vulnerable state! Then slowly, but surely, her grimace softens into soft, blank features. She sighs. It looks like Karin was wrong about these two... Well, sort of...
Suddenly, her train of thought is cut short by the sound of a creaking door, and she turns to face the shirtless boy, only this time, he has a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. She gasps lightly from shock. I didn't know he smoked!
Gaara stands there, leaning on the door frame, unfazed by her shocked expression. Instead, his eyes glance down to his shirt that she was holding unusually close to her chest. Almost seemingly annoyed by this, his eyes flicker up to her wide ones with a slight glare.
"My shirt." He says monotonously, holding out his hand expectantly.
As if now just noticing that she had been holding his shirt, Hinata tosses the item over to him, and watches with a timid gaze as he places the shirt on his body. Just as the shirt passes his navel, the sound of the bell downstairs rings, followed by the voices of three people: one sounding annoyed, the other two laughing at the annoyed one.
Both teens turn their gazes towards the stairs before looking back at each other. Both seemed to share the same thought in mind as they both release a much needed sigh as they waited for the trio to come up the steps.
This is going to be a long day...
Meanwhile, With Sasori...
He was now standing in front of an old rundown apartment complex, an irritated look about him. He had his placed in his pockets with his shoulders shrugged to try and bring to him what little warmth there was. His eyes watched as little droplets of water fell to the ground before him from the rain the previous morning. Continuing to watch the water fall for a few more seconds, he decides to pull out his phone and check the time. Somehow, he was two minutes early to his destination, despite the place being about fifteen to twenty minutes away from his new job. Placing his phone back in his pocket, the redhead lets loose a sigh as he makes his way towards the cold, metal ladder and makes his climb up.
"They better have a heater in there." He mumbles to himself as he now heads towards the metal stairs, and continues on his trek up until he reaches the fourth floor.
Once on the fourth floor, he takes a deep breath in before looking at the different room numbers. When his eyes land on the room that he was supposed to be in, he walks over to the room and knocks on it in a complicated way, most likely a secret password of some sort. He waits outside of the door for about ten seconds until the door opens widely, revealing a tall, tan man wearing a dark green muscle shirt and a black bandanna with a bunch of tiny red clouds on it, similar to the kind on Sasori's shirt.
"You're just in time." The taller man states in a smooth, deep voice. He then steps aside, making enough room for the smaller boy to come inside. Once inside the room, the taller man starts to peek around outside for any other people who might have followed behind him before closing the door. "Leader was just about to start the meeting."
"Let's go." Sasori says almost impatient. His eyes slowly close as he walks towards their usual room during meetings and his brows furrow slightly. "I just want to get this over with."
"Agreed." Says the other man as he follows behind the short boy.
Not long after, the two enter into a room where around eight other people are standing in a circle, all with different expressions on their faces. Some were bored, some were tired, some were even excited, and then some were just agitated, like Sasori for example.
"Welcome." A man with bright orange hair greets the two men in a deep voice. "Now that everyone is present, I would like to announce a new assignment that I have for each one of you."
"Yes Sir." They all say as they give the man their full attention. However, one thought alone just so happen to run through the redhead's mind as his leader spoke to one of his fellow members about his mission.
This is going to be a long day...
So sorry guys that this has taken me literally forever! You have no idea how bad that I feel about this. It's been so long since I've updated that even Kishimoto-sama has finished the entire Naruto series! And speaking of the end of Naruto, I am both incredibly happy and sad to say that NaruHina, SasuSaku, SaiIno, ShikaTema, ChoKarui, LeeTen, and KibaOC are all Canon now! Yay! The reason that I'm happy is because each of them deserve who they are married to now because either they've been in love with them forever or just because they deserve to be happy. Now the reason that I'm sad is because, 1: Naruto has ended and that is one of my childhood shows that I deeply loved. And 2: Because now it almost feels kind of awkward righting fanfiction about Hinata with anyone other than her new hubby. I don't know if anyone else will agree with me on that, but it just does for me, but I'm still gonna do it anyway. And also, was anyone else surprised about Choji and Karui ending up together?! I honestly did not see that coming. Did they even talk once during the series? I'm not sure, but that just goes to show that for the people that say "They didn't even talk once!" that a pairing that hasn't said a word to each other can still end up together. XP
Anyway, sorry for my little ramble there, but I just had to say a little piece on that there. So yeah... Again, sorry for not updating, and I know that I had said this before, but I am no longer going to keep any promises about updating, only because I know that I am such a liar when it comes to that and very inconsistent when it comes to updates. So all that I'm going to say from now on is to just be on the lookout for any updates from me, and that I will TRY to update when I can.
So with that last note, please, if you'd like to, review, follow, and/or favor this or any other stories of mine, and thank you for your patience and for reading! X3 I hope you enjoyed this chapter and sorry if it had a sort of crappy ending to it; I do have a major case of writers block, as I have said many times before. Thanks once more and have a good day or good night! Teehee! X3
(P.S: Sorry about re-posting this chapter. It's just that there was something that I just wanted to add so I did. It's just a little edit at the bottom, so please don't be mad at me! Thank you for understanding!)