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Masashi Kishimoto

AN:

Thanks for the review. Although, I'm sorry for rewriting chapter 1

I'd try to update but Idk if I would

Warning: Unbeta-ed, grammar error, spelling error, OOC, hints of ItaHina, might be SasuHina. I love Hinata.

English isn't my first language. Making up about fuuinjutsu.

Chapter 2

There were several reasons why Hyuga Hinata wanted to have nothing to do with Uchiha Sasuke. A traitor wasn't one of the reasons. She had never fond of him from the start. It could be traced way back before the Uchiha Massacre when she saw a boy being piggybacked by his older brother. It was jealousy. The attention she could never have and an innocence she was forced to grow off. After the massacre, it was guilt. The burden of truth kept her from approaching the boy. Furthermore, his attitude and goal were far from her liking. When the previous night event was added, Uchiha Sasuke was the last person she wanted to meet.

"Excuse me, Sakura-san. Could you please repeat it again?" her soft voice filled with confusion.

She was physically and mentally exhausted. After her conversation with Naruto, she went back to the Hyuga Compound. Memories opened the unhealed wound, keeping sleep from humoring her. When it came, at last, she was woken up by the hospital emergency summons an hour later. Leaving her no chance to change her clothes beside taking the baggy jacket as she literary jump from her room.

"Give Sasuke-kun's eyes a checkup." She said sternly without any explanation.

Lavender gray tint eyes dimmed at the sight of narrowing green eyes. They threatened her, refusing all attempts to land a question. The surly voice and haughty expression seemed to belittle her conversational partner. Hinata couldn't take it, not when she got an emergency summons and found no one in need of abrupt medical attention.

"Where's my emergency patient, Sakura-san?" she looked around at Haruno Sakura's office, hoping that her accusation was wrong..

Slight guilt came on to the pink-haired medic's face. But vanished and replaced by pompous anger as fast as it came.

"Do as I said."

Byakugan flared a moment as she focused on the stoic man, "He won't need emergency attention for months to come, apprentice director-san."

Hinata went out, "Please call another willing Hyuga when the time has come." She said before slamming the door shut.

She took short steps. Her head looked straight ahead with a small smile plastered on the pink lips. She was upset, almost furious. However, no one there needed to know.

A tight grip stopped her. She figured that it would happen and stood there. The owner of the hand didn't say anything but glaring. He waited for her to struggled. His frown was deepening when she stayed calm. He waited for her to ask, but she kept silent. The dark indigo haired woman indifference flared up his anger, automatically activated the Sharingan. She did nothing.

"Do you think I won't kill you?"

She stayed silent.

"Do you think Hyuga is so powerful that I will be afraid to touch their heiress?"

He watched her every breath, expression, and emotion. Those pale eyes kept their tranquil disposition. He forced her to turn at him in which she followed swiftly.

Red swirling pupil locked on her, "Do you think I won't trap you in genjutsu or manipulat-"

"Since when do you like to talk?"

In a second, she felt a slight divergence of chakra. It was soft and fast. Hinata would have needed more time to realize it if she hadn't drilled into fuuinjutsu for the last two years.

"Byakugan turned on, "Kai." It was over in an instant.

The Hyuga woman bowed slightly and went away. Leaving the last Uchiha rooted in his place. Scowling at the backside of swaying white thin nightdress and worn out lilac jacket. He forgot a threat on the tip of his tongue as her serene demeanor surprised him. The anger subsided, converting to a newly build curiosity.

"You have to stay."

She remembered about a deep voice told her to stay. Declining her desperate offer to follow.

"Do it for me."

Because all the reason had been failed to hold her down. But the man knew her the best, she could never hurt him physically and mentally. It was nevertheless cunning, also needed.

Hinata hated what those tomoes did to her. They were familiar, so was the deep stern voice. They pulled memories that she wanted to bury. Her usual coping plan could do nothing to prevent it.

"He's gone." she whispered to herself.

She believed after last night event, her chance with the blonde jhincuriki had diminished. She lost her anchor to sanity. Looking at herself made her laugh, how coward and selfish. It's a wonder how they could look at her as a kind selfless soul when the truth was the opposite.

"I messed up…" soft groan was heard from the Godaime Hokage apprentice, palm on her face.

Guilt penetrated her when Hinata slammed the door. She knew what made her angry, she'd do worse in her shoes. Contemplating, that was what she did when Sasuke stormed off the office.

"She's gone." a deep voice made her lift her face.

She smiled sadly at the person in front of her. Sakura knew although he looked indifferent, he got back to her office was a nice gesture. He wanted to comfort her in his own awkward way.

"Wanna grab a breakfast?" she asked.

"Hn." he opened the door and waited for her to stand.

Sorry for the short chapter