Chapter seven

A/N: Ah, Christmas is over and I still cannot figure out a way to make my stuff work! I tell you, electronics are irritating! It won't charge and my computer refuses to let me have anything to do with iTunes. It's ridiculous…

Anyway, here is chapter seven.

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When the shades of night befell the house of Uchiha, things got really quiet. Sakura had left on her own account and Sasuke had to go and clear up something misunderstood with a bank teller. That left Hinata and Naoto the only ones in the house. Naoto had no problems with that, he would handle his own business but Hinata thought otherwise. She had no clue who this Naoto person was. Little did she know that she would find out soon?

She had gotten bored considerably while she had been upstairs by herself. Restless was a good word. At first she debated with herself whether she should go downstairs but it was her home now so why not? She made her way downstairs and took a seat on one of the chairs that faced the long and suspending granite counter.

She had sat there and did nothing. She didn't know what to do. She had considered asking Naoto if they had a library but decided against it. He just didn't seem like a book-reading person. He seemed like the kind of guy Neji would tell her to stay away from or the kind of guy that Ino would date and fantasize about all the time until she found out that he had cheated.

So when he had snuck up on her and blew on the back of her neck she yelped and jumped off the stool. She instantly felt foolish as he grinned and said.

"You've pasted the test, Hinata. Most women would have slapped me by now."

She touched the back of her neck that tingled and said. "Test? What exactly do you mean?"

"I did Sakura the same exact thing and she slapped me. It shows boldness where as you yelped and tried to get away from me as fast as you could. That shows vulnerability."

"That's an interesting way of showing somebody you mean well." Hinata said as she took her seat back on the stool.

"Besides I could never slap anybody." She added.

Naoto grinned once again and took a seat by her. "Well since we'll be living together for the time being why don't we get to know each other better?"

Hinata looked at him and then decided to go along with it. This was a good opportunity to get to know this Naoto.

"My name is Naoto Tsuzaku and I'm twenty-five years old. I live here and I enjoy taking naps." He said and then waited.

"Go on, please."

"That's it."

"You mean to tell me that is all you have to say? That's all I should know about you?"

He nodded and she could tell he was serious. "All you need to know, sweets."

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Naoto grinned as he studied her confused facial expression. It was very simple indeed to manipulate her. To easy. Not that he minded he thought it was quite cute. But that's just what she was: cute. It was funny actually. She had the curves of a woman but the look and facial features of a child. It fit her. And like he had thought before, it was cute.

He would have no problems living with her just as long as she didn't find out. But then again she didn't seem like the curious type so he would leave that subject alone. That is, until Sasuke decided to tell her if he told her.

Or perhaps things were just best left unsaid.

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Hinata stared at Naoto her head crooked to the side. Well, he certainly was an interesting individual…But there was just something about him that made her feel uneasy…no perhaps not uneasy but there was a little burst of strange feelings whenever she laid eyes on him. It was as if there was more to him then she thought. There was just something about him…

"Naoto are you related to Sasuke?" She asked.

He nodded. "But that's not exactly the most important thing to worry about. I suggest you ask more…productive questions like 'If I buy cookies will you eat them and lie about it?"

Hinata chuckled. "You don't have to worry about me buying cookies. I'd prefer fruit."

"What are trying to do? Lose weight? From my excellent point of view I say you could eat anything you want and still stay slim." Naoto said seriously.

Hinata chuckled once again. "No, I don't like indulging myself in things like chocolate. I'd prefer an apple over a chocolate bar any day."

"They banned candy from your house to eh?" Naoto shook his head. "It's a shame…such a lovely little thing you are and now you have to live with two men."

"Are you implying that I'm going to have a problem with living here?"

Naoto shrugged. "You tell me, Hinata."

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It was weird. It took only about fifteen minutes for her to feel a little uneasy around Naoto and then almost miss his flamboyant and cocky aurora when he left. So Hinata decided that she liked Naoto but didn't rule him out as okay because that feeling still settled in her body whenever she laid eyes on him.

Her talk with him wasn't completely pointless though. She got to talk to Naoto when she actually didn't mind talking and she found out that there was in fact a library in the large house. Naoto showed her right before he called he was leaving. He gave Hinata a key but didn't say what it went to and he left her.

She didn't mind. Not at all. She was too infatuated with all the new and old looking books that jumped out to her from each self. Where should she begin? With the one that looked most interesting or the one that was just the opposite? Don't judge a book by its cover she said.

Frustrated that she couldn't choose she decided to make a random choice. Closing her eyes she took a step on the stool that stood before the various books and licked her finger. She touched one and opened her eyes. The large black word Sharingan popped into her view. She mouthed the word and then frowned. What was that?

Grabbing the book off the shelf she stepped down and took a seat at the table that was open to readers. She opened the book slowly and saw that the first page had an eye painted on it. It mesmerized her and she looked at it harder. So much that she almost became dizzy. It was so beautiful but dark…and she couldn't handle it. Shaking her head she turned to the next page and saw that it had been teared out…and so was the next page…and the page after that. What kind of book was this? The first page left her wondering just what sharingan was. And there was nothing that followed it.

Perhaps she could ask Sasuke? Or maybe Naoto. Sighing she stood up to go put the book up but before she got the chance something slipped out. Bending down she picked up a slip of paper and flipped it over. A surprising sight met her.

There in the picture was a pretty woman, a stern looking man, a sharp looking boy, and a younger boy who looking like Sasuke. Frowning she stared at the picture harder. Could this boy actually be Sasuke? And who was the older boy? Judging from the exterior of the picture it was a long time since the picture had been taken. Just what was this?

Hinata picked up the book once again and flipped idly to the back. She stuck the picture back in what she thought was its place. Slowly she the book back where she got it from. Ah, it was only day one and she had over one hundred questions.

That she had a feeling wouldn't get answered unless she asked which she wouldn't be for marital reasons. How could you tell your husband that you had been browsing and found something that probably wasn't intended to get found? She wasn't about to get dubbed the snoop!

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