Art Of Love

Chapter Six: Falling In Love

Three years and Five months

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Love, a four letter words that held the power to break or build someone. How can such a simple word hold such power? There has been said that great wars have been fought over the word love. Many armies have fallen for four letter word. Great men have fallen victim to it.

But love, was it meant for all? Was love in a future of a paid killer? Is that not what she was? She was paid to be a ninja and a ninja kills for money. Yes, she justified it by saying that it was for her village, for her people, for her family, but was it? Men were cruel beings. Power was the ultimate destination and unknowingly everyone desired to be powerful, to have the prestige with power, respect.

Taking a deep breathe the heiress stared at the mirror again. There was a woman looking back at her. She was an unrecognizable woman, with long indigo hair, a face with soft defined features, and eyes that held haunting memories. She was wearing clothes that were slightly stained with blood and dirt. Some parts of her attire had rips in them.

Turning away from the figure she sat on her bed and stared out the window. The moon was out again. The mission had been a particular long and hard one. It had taken a visible toll on the woman. Staring down at her hand she could still see the child's blood on her hand. Taking a shaky breath she piled her clothes of, throwing them in her laundry basket. Turning on the shower, she let the hot water ease her muscles.

Relaxing she watched as the blood and dirt washed away, she wished the water could wash away the haunting events. Finishing her shower she dressed herself in pants and a shirt. Not being able to stand her bed she made her way to her favorite spot.

Arriving at the hill she stopped and sat on the hill. Pulling her knees to her chest, she held herself trying to comfort herself. Tears made their way out.

You're a ninja Hinata, she told herself. Things like death shouldn't bother you. It the was normal occurrence. But this mission had taken a toll on her, it got too personal. Every time she closed her eyes, images of the children passed thought her eyes. Closing her eyes she tried to stop the tears.

"Hinata," she heard his voice. Not turning to him, she couldn't face him right now. Since their kiss two weeks ago she hadn't seen him. For the first week of her mission, that's all she could think of. His lips had felt so right. If she wasn't in her state of mind right now, she would blush and ask him why but right now she was broken.

Still staring at the city below them, she felt him sit next to her. He was staring at her but he didn't say a word. Instead he moved in closer and turned her to face him. She didn't want to. She felt weak.

Looking at him, she didn't see disgust instead he moved his fingers to wipe her tears away. He pulled her into a hug. A rush of emotions ran through her causing tears to rapidly stream down her face. She silently sobbed into his shirt.

Without a word, he held her close to him for what seemed like hours. Her tears ran dry and she slowly pulled away. "I am sorry," she said wiping her tears away. "Don't be," he said brushing her tears away. Cubing her face he, looked her dead in the eyes.

"They were children," she said softly. "Our mission was to kill the leaders of camp that was creating an army of for the Sound. It was a simple mission until we got there. The camp was filled with children ranging from the ages of five to fifteen. It was brain washed children being made in to the perfect soldiers. It was sickening," she stopped and looked away.

"You had to kill them," he said not letting her go. Nodding she closed her eyes. "Death is not supposed to affect us like this, but god dams it, it does."

"Hinata," he said making her look at him, "your greatest strength is that you are compassionate. It makes you strong," he said kissing her head.

"If death didn't affect you then you would be a monster," he said pulling her away.

She looked at him and saw the guilt in his eyes. Moving her hand to cub his face she stared into his eyes. "You are not a monster." Moving her face closer to, him she kissed his cheek. "We all made tragic mistakes in our lives. We all have been bad people but we learn and accept we made them. We better ourselves and you have. That to me makes you human not a monster. No one is perfect," she said smiling.

"Can I kiss you," he whispered on to her face. "You didn't ask the first time," she said. Leaning in he kissed her softly. Melting into his arms, she kissed him back.

Hunger had built in her, the need to have more of him had grown. Pulling away, she looked at him. "Why," she asked. Smiling at her he ran his fingers through his hair, "because I think I am falling in love with you Hyuga."

Looking at him surprised she didn't say a word. Opening her mouth she closed it. He lay down and she laid on his chest. His arm wrapped around her waist. This felt right. Closing her eyes she tried to find sleep.

Within minutes, she had a nightmare causing her to wake in tears. Sasuke was up next to her within seconds. "Are you okay," he asked. She took a deep breath and looked at him.

"Make me forget," she said in a whisper. Looking into his eyes, she leaned in closer. "Fix me," she said whispering on to his face.

He moved to kiss her. Pulling away he, stood up. Pulling her up, he made his way to his apartment. Closing the door, she turned to face him. Pulling him into a kiss he pushed her against the wall. Kissing down her neck, he stopped at the nip. Her lips let out a slight moan.

Finding her 'spot' he sucked on it. Leaving a mark, she was his. He moved further down. And kissed the top of her breast through her shirt, she sighed. She tasted and smelled amazing. It was intoxicating.

But something in his mind stopped him from going farther. Pulling away he stared at her. "I can't," he said kissing her forehead. "I want you, but I want you when you want me. I can't have you like this. Hinata I care for you. You have become the reason for my change. My attitude has changed. I smile, laugh, and hope more. In the last month or so you have changed the monster into a human. I can't in my right mind," he was stopped when she kissed him hard.

Pulling away, he saw her smile. "Thank you," she said. Pulling her into a hug he held her for dear life.

Somehow they made their way to his bedroom, lying on his bed, he held her close and let slumber find them. Everything was right. Everything felt good.

The everything had changed drastically. Is that what love did to people. She had changed and so had he.

She was his hope and he was to become her strength.