juntomatsu:...yea thats right... me again...and just when you thought that you were safe...she hits you with another one of her lame doodles...mwhahahahahah -que lightening and thunder-...kidding really..nnooo...don't run away..come back...-sobs-...kidding...-grins-...so anyways this one came to me on the way home today so here it is...

disclaimer: -yawn-...so tired..ok so here it is again...naruto is not mine...-sleepily smirks -

juntomatsu(again): ah and this is for Ana... who i couldn't reply too...thanks for the review...

warning(s): uh...same as before...sucky grammar, spelling...and all that...uummm...au-ish and occ-ness and this is supposed to take place after... who knew-...i think i said four months...-shrugs- just to lazy to scroll down and look and i just finished this...no i am not going to check my work...yes i know that i'm just being lazy...again you can try and sue me but remember the pocket lent..-chuckles-...i think that i covered everything...no onward to juntomatsu's not-so-grand-one-shot chaptered thingy...choochoo...

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Still a Mystery-

Sitting in her favorite café alone, Hinata stirred her hot cup of tea again while lost in her thoughts.

When she was younger her father would constantly tell her that a shinobi never shows their emotions to anyone, never.

It was not only a sign of weakness but could also give the enemy leverage over you.

However, a truly perfect shinobi never showed not only their emotions but their true selves to anyone, that way they would never be vulnerable to anyone, enemies or otherwise.

She then frowned as her thoughts returned to her self-made promise, if she had to say anything about Sasuke-san, it would be that he was a truly perfect shinobi, completely untouchable.

Ever since that day, she had been trying to see underneaththe image of the Uchiha, the coldhearted shinobi, she wanted to meet and befriend the man, she had briefly seen, but he always made it difficult.

At first, she didn't mind, after all she knew from rumors from her friends and strangers alike that he was still on probation, with Tsunade-sama, because of him leaving with Orochimaru and still working hard to redeem himself.

Although she had to wonder who he was trying to seek redemption from, even though it had taken a few years, nearly everyone had accepted him back, one way or another, with the help of Naruto-kun, Sakura-san, and a few others, herself included, although now that she thought further on it, she supported Naruto more, his choice to bring his best-friend back and to have others accept him, than she actually ever did Sasuke.

Maybe she didn't really deserve to get to know him, after all she was never truly there when he needed someone, not like Naruto-kun and Sakura-san, not like he would ever admit that, she considered as she absentmindedly continued to stir her nuke warm tea.

She sighed; he was a hard person to get to know 'directly', he spoke even less then she did, and she didn't think that that was even possible. She found that when she would ask him a question or talk to him all she would get in reply would be either a glare followed by an 'hn'…was that even a word or just the 'hn'… trailed with indifference.

After a few weeks she finally came to understand.

The 'hn' with glare was a definite 'no' and the 'hn' with the indifference was a 'maybe' or 'do what you want', but never really a 'yes'.

She could remember walking home smiling happily to herself as she finally managed to understand something about him. Hinata then smiled at her cold tea and finished drinking it down; it was then that she decided that if Sasuke wouldn't 'open up directly' then she would just have to find out about him her own way, after all there were other ways to find the person underneath the cold shinobi exterior, in the end all shinobis were human.

Sadly, it had been three months since she made the second self-promise of 'indirectly' finding out about him, but it proved to be extremely difficult, he always seemed to disappear into thin air when she was 'following' him or was sent away on missions that lasted for a while.

She sulked while the waiter refilled her tea.

She needed to come up with a better plan, following him wasn't working, plus she was sure that it didn't look to good and asking one of his fan 'people', out of the question, she would not put her self through that again; to this day she can still feel their death glares on her, but no matter how hard she racked her brain she couldn't come up with anything that didn't sound lame.

Her personal mission of befriending Sasuke was turning into a complete failure.

She began to thoughtlessly stir her tea again reflecting on their 'relationship', if you could call it that. Although he was still a complete mystery, she knew something's like that he was fond of eating riceballs but she didn't know until last month that he also liked eating tomatoes, she was shocked when she found out, although now she couldn't really recall why, but it did make sense once she stopped and thought about it.

Without a family to come home to, he was forced to eat something that was quick and easy for a young child to make, then perhaps over time it just stuck, he's staple became his favorite.

She also knew that he disliked natto with a strong passion, there were two things that you just didn't do in his attendance; one was talk about the other Uchiha that was still alive or his family that wasn't and two offer him natto.

However, Hinata could still remember the poor girl that had failed to get that memo, and offered him some one day after their weekly sparing session. Hinata cringed as she remembered the glower he gave her. It amazed her afterwards, who knew that one person could have such power over people just by the looks he shot them, poor girl. Hinata had to admit if that stare had been for her she would have died right there.

As she finished her second cup of tea, she began to think about other things that she knew about him, nothing really… although she also knew that he enjoyed walking around Konoha; always alone though, so she never imposed.

Guessing that he used this time to reflect and sort things, which is why she was here drinking her tea.

After the 'glue' incident, she had asked him to spar with her, at first she was frightened. He was considered one of the best shinobi's around what would he think about her abilities? Could she even hold her own against him? She could remember thinking these thoughts all night which led to a sleepless night, causing her wake up a late again the next day.

After her shift was over at the hospital, she suddenly remembered that they had never discussed a meeting time or place.

As she was walking out of the hospital's main doors, lost in her thoughts thinking that maybe he didn't want anything to do with her and just said yes to get rid of her; she found herself colliding into something yet again, strangely familiar in that it was once more tall, wearing black and grunted on impacted, she then felt hands make for her arms as she stopped herself from falling this time. Once a week was enough for her, she decided and as she looked into his frowning stare, she found herself smiling.

She could remember feeling thrilled that he didn't forget or anything, although she often wondered how he knew that she was at the hospital, she had even ask him once sometime last month, only to receive another 'hn' followed by a shrug.

She couldn't recall when it started it was just something that happened, they ended up meeting up the next Wednesday then the next and the next, and over the course of four months it became routine for both of them, every Wednesday if they didn't have any missions they would meet up at the same time regardless.

There were even days that they didn't exchange blows with each other. They would just sit and talk, well, Hinata would talk and Sasuke would just 'hn' away, adding a thought every once in a while, but none the less she still found herself enjoying it.

She frowned, and this is why she was still sitting here on her third cup of tea when she normally only had one, thinking about her close to failed self-promise.

Over the past four months she's been talking to him about herself, from her father's alarming strange behavior towards her to her favorite color, and all the things that she knew about him were things that 'everyone' in his fan club knew…well with the exception of the poor natto fangirl, but none the less, it was all common knowledge; after tonight's weekly get-together she had come to the conclusion that maybe she wasn't as good as she thought she was when it came to gathering intel.

Well, maybe just Intel on Sasuke.

Just then someone other than the waiter walked up to her table and sat down, and as she looked up, questionability, she could see his typical scowl firmly on his face.

What was he doing here? Wasn't he supposed to be enjoying his walk?

She raised her brow at him, about to ask him what was wrong; when she suddenly noticed that he had a box with him, and not just any box, it was pink, with lettering on the top that she couldn't make out because his arm was lying on top of it, but it had a deliciously sweet aroma coming from it.

He slowly opened the pink box to produce four of the most delicious looking cinnamon rolls she had ever come across, her mouth began watering as her stomach suddenly growled, rather loudly, causing her to blush.

After grabbing one for himself, he pushed the box towards her, while a smirk replaced his scowl and motioned for her to help herself; she nodded her head in thanks and took one.

And as she bit into it, looking at her friend she only had two thoughts; one- this was the most delicious cinnamon roll she's ever had and the last was that Uchiha Sasuke would definitely… always be a mystery to her.

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juntomatsu: ssssoo what did you think...not much really going on..is there? oh well...i still liked it...well duh..i doodled it-chuckles- ah... well sorry about sounding so moody but it's been a bad week and all and it's only getting worse...not like you really care but i needed to do this doodle to vent some stress...or something like that...well... tell me what you thought...ah and i had another plot bunny attack in the middle of this one...i'll try to have it up...i would say tomorrow but i don't know then i'll be home again...aaahhh..i hate being the head pee-on...sorry-bows-...no more sob story...same as before... review or don't ...flame if you wish...and as always thanks so much for reading this and thanks for stopping by...makes me happy...-walks away yawning- so tired...night people...