What If I Don't Want to

Chapter 2

"God is a Comedian performing to an audience that's too afraid to laugh."

Suzume: Random Quote, I'm sorry.

Sunlight poured through the small gaps in the blinds. Sun rays kissed Hinata's face, bringing out the pale hue of her soft skin. She slowly opened her eyes, to a familiar setting. It was his bedroom. It was safe to say he was the one who comforted her when Gaara was gone. Since she was lying on her side facing him, she watched as his nose started to twitch. A slow smile spread to her face.

They were laying on a king sized bed, blue comforters with Uchiha fans embroidering the edges. Hinata lay on her side, facing the window, Sasuke laid sprawled out on the silken white sheets, one arm underneath Hinata's waist and hips. Hinata's smile grew as she watched Sasuke's eyes twitch, indicating that he would wake up in a few moments. His hand which was wrapped around her, from under her back was curling around her waist. He pulled her closer to him. As Hinata shifted in Sasuke's grip, the comforter hung off of her upper body, revealing a whole top portion of her medium sized bosom.

Sasuke peeled open his eyes, wincing slightly as sunlight pierced through the fading darkness. He heard a soft giggle coming from the right. Turning his head, he saw the smiling face of his wan, kind natured girlfriend. He sighed in content, pulling her closer, watching the blanket fall away from her body.

His trademark smirk appeared on his lips, as she blushed brightly. He moved his hands to her hips, and lifted her up so that she was lying on top of him, head buried in his chest.

Hinata lifted her head and rested her chin on Sasuke's lean and muscular torso. His fingers absently lost themselves in her hair, making her sigh lightly and close her lavender coloured orbs. The smirk was still present on his face, Hinata noticed. She closed her eyes, and sighed in content as Sasuke stroked her scalp. 'When he smirks like that, he reminds me of Gaara-kun…' Hinata's eyes fluttered open and she sat up abruptly.

Sasuke was caught off guard, he sat up right after, eyes widened just slightly.

"What time is it?!" Hinata asked loudly, looking around for her clothes. Sasuke handed over her bra and matching g-string. 'The utensils of my destruction.' He thought dryly, eyeing the bunch of lace.

Hinata got dressed fast, locating her black cargo pants and light blue spaghetti strap tank top under her pillow. She made a face at Sasuke, and he smirked once more. 'I can't believe he hid my clothes…'

Sasuke chuckled softly, shifting his gaze from his girlfriend to the digital clock on the nightstand beside the bed. It read a quarter past five.

"It's a quarter past five, if you hurry, you can still make it to the hospital." He assured her, giving Hinata her white purse. Hinata took it gratefully, and leaned in to give her boyfriend a quick peck to the lips.

"Bye Sasuke-kun!" She called out, making s bee-line downstairs and out the door.

Sasuke sighed. 'Looks like she forgot her breakfast.' He thought, getting up. The blanket clung to his waist. He sweat dropped as he looked at the mess they made of the bed. 'Ah well, we both needed it.'

Hinata dashed down the streets of Konoha with break-neck speed. Hinata was lacking In the strength department, but she made up for it by being extra cunning, flexible and quick. She spotted the large building, the hospital, just up ahead. She glanced down at the ground, watching the odd specs of concrete whiz by. It was going to be a long day.

(Suzume-kage: Ok, if you're confused, I'll clear things up right now. Hinata got lonely after she broke it off with Gaara, and Sasuke was the only one to comfort her. Because he's been harboring feelings for Hinata since the Academy days. I'll explain why Hinata dumped Gaara later on, back to the story…)

A whole throng of people were out on the streets of Konoha. Ninja's were leaving off on missions, tourists from other villages were visiting, groups of young children and teens were making their way over to the parks, and lovers were walking along the sidewalk hand in hand. Hinata smiled sadly, eyeing the couples with jealousy. She envied the happy lives they lived. She loved Sasuke, and he loved her, but she just wanted the one that she was with before. Too bad they couldn't last.

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Hinata came into Gaara's office with a bright smile gracing her full lips. Gaara looked up, upon hearing someone entering his work area. He smiled when he saw his beloved hime, Hinata.

Hinata smiled coyly, and walked over to Gaara, reaching out to him. Gaara responded by pulling her into his lap. Hinata tilted her head back, resting the back of her head and neck against Gaara's lean chest. Gaara craned his neck and buried his face in Hinata's hair, breathing in her sweet scent of vanilla pudding (Suzume-kage: Pudding, pudding, pudding…) and lilacs in the spring.

"Good afternoon, my busy Kazekage." Hinata whispered, lifting her head to his ears, trying not to bop him in the nose. Gaara smiled again, and caught her lips in a pleasant kiss in his greeting.

Hinata immediately kissed back with much appreciation, snaking her arms around his neck.

After a few moments, the kiss became more passionate and urgent; Gaara's hands became more demanding as they swept over Hinata's breasts experimentally. Hinata let out a surprised cry of delight, breaking the kiss and hands moving up from his neck and into his red locks, massaging Gaara's head.

Gaara grinned in satisfaction, and slid his hands over her breast again, but this time cupping her first base, playing with her erect nipple with the pad of his thumb. Hinata moaned softly, her hands skimming over his shoulders, head and neck almost pleadingly. Gaara let out a low chuckle, Hinata was too, as Temari would call it, cute, and she was always there for him, now it was his turn to return the favor.

Gaara's face suddenly turned sober, remembering the details of a special mission, Kankuro had informed him of.

He was supposed to be going to the Grass village; there was a war between the Grass village and the Snow village, so they needed Gaara and some other Sand Nin to help.

Turning Hinata around in his arms, Gaara looked into her clear eyes, frown lines becoming more visible on his forehead. Hinata looked back into his eyes with a mixture of confusion and concern in her eyes.

"Gaara?" Her voice was soft but firm. Ah, how he would miss the sound of her voice ringing in his ears.

He loved her voice. Whether she was bellowing at the top of her lungs for his attention when he was thinking, or yelling out his name before a climax, or whispering comforting words when he was just plain grumpy. Gaara smirked, staring at Hinata absently. Ahhh, the way she would yell out his name as he plunged in and out of her without regret…

Hinata raised a beautifully arched, dark eyebrow at Gaara's sudden expression change. Giggling softly, she poked the kanji on his forehead, finger lazily tracing the outline of the Chinese character.

"Gaara…" she murmured, sighing. He could be so hard to read, and very unpredictable too.

Gaara snapped out of his little 'daydream' and looked at Hinata flustered, but with a more serious expression. Hinata too straightened herself out.

"Hinata…" Gaara's deep, low voice croaked. He wasn't sure how to tell Hinata something that can tear them apart, he was aware of how much Hinata cared for his safety, and the safety of the village too. Hinata nodded, indicating for him to continue.

"I have to aid the Grass village in battle, against the Snow." He finished, watching his long-time lover carefully. Hinata raised both of her perfectly shaped eyebrows, staring at him with a look of understanding.

"I am coming with you, Gaara-kun…" Gaara grimaced slightly. He should have known Hinata would try and talk him into letting her help, he was just grateful that she wasn't using her 'other methods.' He was sure to cave in if she did. He frowned again, but not enough to make it look like he was angry with her.

"That's just it, Hinata. You can not come." He told her, bringing up a hand to her face, caressing her cheek with tired fingers.

Hinata narrowed her eyes and pouted.

"Why not?" She asked, if Gaara was going to battle, then she had to be there in case he got hurt. That's how it is. That's how it has always been with them.

Gaara rolled his eyes tiredly, which made Hinata frown. He cleared his dry throat before continuing half heartedly.

"You will get hurt. Hinata, this is a no-holds-barred war! You will only be a burden-"

"… A burden?" Hinata asked quietly. "T-That's what you think I'd be?" Hinata felt a lump in her throat, but she would not break.

A wave of guilt washed over Gaara's stern features, his eyes widening in realization of his mistake.

"H-Hinata…" He was scared he didn't mean to hurt her. "Y-You know I didn't mean that last part…" Great, to make matters worse for him, he had started to stutter.

"I-I…" He tried again, but stopped. Hinata was looking at the ground. He watched her hands fall away from his shoulders, (Suzume-kage: Remember Hinata's still in Gaara's lap.) His own hands came unbound from her waist, reaching up to catch her wrists. To Gaara's surprise, Hinata pulled her hands back faster than he could catch them, Gaara widened his eyes some more.

Shifting some of her weight, Hinata swung her legs forward, jumping out of Gaara's lap. He was still staring at her, not knowing how to apologize.

"Hinata, I-"

"Just forget it!" She cut him off sharply. Gaara watched with guilt filled eyes as she stood in front of him. "Forget I ever existed too…"

Gaara got up and tried to stop her, but as soon as those words left her lips, the lips he loved, she vanished in mist with the fresh scent of the ocean. Gaara slumped forwards, clutching his chest, eyes wider than ever.

That was that...

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Suzume-kage: That Chapter took a lot of thought, I will be making another one soon…

Hinata: I can't believe you…

Gaara: Hinata… You know I didn't mean…

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