Unforgivable

Chapter Three: An Eternal Bond

Sasuke growled at the idiotic blond beside him. He had scared off the first and possibly only, chance to talk to the dark-haired girl. He'd make him pay for that, as son as he could move, that is. Sakura had busted in and started screaming at Naruto. It was giving him a splitting headache. It this didn't let up soon, he would make sure that they each suffered a long and painful death.

"Shut UP, dobe."

"I know! SHUT UP, NARUTO!! YOU'RE BOTHERING SASUKE—"

"You too, Haruno. Shut up."

"…"

Sasuke closed his eyes and tried to tune out their distractions. That Sakura girl just didn't get it. He wasn't interested, and the silly, smothering crush of her's had gone on long enough. No matter how many times he rejected her, she just kept coming back. She was like that itch on your arm or leg that won't go away even if you scratch the skin until it bleeds. Saying that she was annoying would an understatement.

The pink-haired girl looked at Sasuke and immediately decided that this was nothing out of the ordinary. After all, she was only rejected at least ten times a day. She became quiet, but her eyes kept wandering up and down Sasuke's unclothed chest. He was sure that he could see drool come out of her mouth before she sucked it back in. Naruto, however wouldn't back down so easily.

"You bastard! Don't say that to Sakura-chan!"

"Whatever, idiot."

"You. You…YOU!!!"

Sasuke smirked inwardly as Naruto stood there, not knowing what to say in response to his words. He sat back down and started to tap his chin, trying to think of a witty remark. Of course, that would be impossible for the blond boy; the only thing he thought about was ramen.

Sasuke looked at the seat to right again, the girl's scent still lingered there. It smelled like jasmine, or maybe lilacs…whatever it was, he decided that he like it. He took another whiff of it before he realized what he was doing. Again.

'Damn it. What's happening to me? I don't even know her, and next thing you know, I checking her out and even smelling her scent. It's probably just those shitty hormones. Yeah, just the hormones.'

That thought comforted him a little, even though he realized that it was a little late for hormones to act up. He was already twenty-one, being a horny, little teenager was way past him. But then again, he's never been a horny teenager even when he was supposed to be.

"…that was Hinata-hime! Don't you remember what I told you?"

"Eh?"

"She's just that spoiled rich kid that lives in that huge Hyuuga place. It's not like she would notice you or anything."

"Then how would she know YOU dattebayo?"

"'Cause. The job pays well, and I get some pretty clothes and stuff out of it too. Besides it's not like she needs any friendship."

"That sounds really mean, Sakura-chan," Naruto scratched his head at what she was talking about. The dark-haired girl didn't seem at all stuck up, or spoiled for that matter. She just looked like a nervous or jumpy girl that was afraid of strangers.

"Well, you don't know anything. She's rich, and we're not. All the rich kids are like that, except for Sasuke-kun, of course."

"…I just don't understand, Sakura-chan…"

"Of course. You're too dumb, unlike Sasuke-kun. Right Sasuke-kun?"

"Hn."

She took that as a 'yes' and her eyes started to shine for some stupid reason. 'Sasuke-kun just talked to me and acknowledged my presence! –fangirl squeal-' Sasuke sighed, he knew exactly what was going on behind that oversized forehead of her's.

"Just get out of my room," he put as much venom as he could muster into his voice, "I need some peace from idiots like you guys."

Naruto stuck out his bottom lip in a failing attempt to look annoyed while Sakura hesitated by the doorway, like Naruto was the only idiot that Sasuke wanted to get rid of. When Sasuke glared at her and activated his Sharingan, she squeaked and scurried out of his room. When they were gone, he stared at the doorway for a few more moments. It seemed apparent that the Hyuuga wasn't coming back, at least not today. His eyes closed against his will and he drifted into the incoming darkness.

Hinata clutched her the fabric of her silk kimono with a shaking hand. The encounter with that Uchiha had scare her out of her wits. He seemed so…cold, so…unfeeling…He didn't seem like the person who had saved her. If she didn't know any better, she would've said that he wouldn't care. But then again, he seemed like he really did care. Even if he tried to hide it, his eyes did show a flicker of emotion.

Hinata was always a quiet one. And the quiet ones are whom the world entrusts their innermost secrets to. She always went by unnoticed, for the most part, and it gave her a chance to glimpse into other people's emotions. No one could train their eyes perfectly; they always let out a sliver of emotion. Unless…that person truly had no emotion at all. Someone like…Uchiha Itachi. She shivered at the thought of that name. Even though Sasuke was the spitting image of his elder brother, she could tell that he was different. While his elder brother was cold, Sasuke was…not exactly warm…but more had a more comforting presence than his brother did.

That still didn't stop her mouth from stuttering in front of him. Just before the blond bounded into the room, she could feel his eyes observing her, taking in her image and just her. She wasn't used to this kind of attention; Neji only looked at her as a sister, a very close sister, but nevertheless, still only a sister. Oh, there were a fair amount of people who came looking to court her, but that was only for the money. That was the only use an heiress was to her family after all. Luckily, her father didn't wasn't to marry her off to any old person, so she ahd been saved from a multiple number of greedy people.

Her hands were still clammy from the strange encounter and she could feel her face burning. She didn't even notice the screaming and shouting that constantly erupted from the room behind her.

Finally that noise stopped and the light haired stranger and Sakura stepped out. Sakura looked like a deer in headlights and the other one looked…surprisingly lighthearted. They walked past her without a second glance. Hinata sighed…she was really just a wallflower…something that no one really noticed. After a few minutes, she was still standing by the doorway, wringing her hands nervously. She couldn't decide whether or not to go in. What if that Uchiha didn't want her there? She didn't want to bother him…

Curiosity took the best of her and she peeked into the bright room. The Uchiha was sleeping, or unconscious from the mixture of sedatives that were entering his bloodstream. His ivory chest rose and fell slowly with every breath that he took. The dark bangs framed his face perfectly, and the gentle spring wind from the open window made the hair flutter a little across his face. Hinata started to blush when she realized that she was staring at him; the fact that he wasn't even awake just made it worse. She turned around quickly and ran down the dimly lit hallway.

Her heart was threatening to jump out of her chest as she fled. She ran past the confused nurses and the Hokage who walking down the hallway without a second glance.

"My mommy said that we can't play together anymore…" The lavender-eyed girl sniffed, trying to keep in her tears.

"It's alright, Hina-chan. We'll still be friends, right?"

"..yeah…"

The boy kissed her on the cheek, earning a blush from the pale girl. She hugged him tightly, as if she would never see him again. The boy smiled, a faint blush coming onto his cheeks as well. She let go and looked at her feet. He smiled and bent down to pick a lavender blossom off of the ground. He took out a short thread and put a small amount of chakra into the thread and the blossom. The two became attached and he said the girl, "Give me your hand."

"Why?"

"Here," he tied the thread around her middle finger and showed her.

"What's this? Is it a ring or something..?" The girl looked at the pretty lavender blossom, wondering why her friend had given it to her. Just as he was about to answer, a voice came from the crowd, calling her to return.

She gulped down her incoming tears and faced the raven-haired boy, "I'm sorry, Sasu-kun…I probably won't be able to see you again…"

Tears started to drip down from her face uncontrollably and her shoulders started to shake from her sobbing. The boy hugged her and she buried her face in his blue shirt. After a few seconds, he let her go and held onto her soft pale hand. He brought it up to his face and kissed the blossom gently.

"Don't cry, Hina-chan, it's a promise that we will see each other again…"

Hinata woke up in her bed. She put her hand up to her cheek and felt that it was moist, like she had been crying. She thought back to dream, this one wasn't fading…and she knew for sure who it was now. The lavender-eyed girl…was her. And that raven-haired boy? It was none other than Uchiha Sasuke, the nickname proved it. The raven hair, the eyes, they all seemed the same on the gentle little boy in her dreams and the older man in reality.

But were these dreams…real?

They seemed too vivid to be her own imagination, but then again, Hinata always did have an overactive imagination. But it had seemed very unlikely, mostly because she didn't even remember the younger Uchiha before her dreams started. But even that fact was tossed aside. Obviously from some depth of her memory, she still remembered the young Uchiha. And according to her dream…she had loved him too.

It was easy to understand childhood love, but now that she took a second look at it, if the circumstances hadn't changed…it would've progressed into a deeper kind of love. It made her heart sore, that she had a such a chance at finding love…but things never went as they were supposed to. Hinata's curiosity of the Uchiha grew, she wanted to know why she had loved him, and if he remembered her too.

She was always shy and that hindered her curiosity. She would never be able to ask him outright, she would die of embarrassment if she ever dared to. The only thing left to do is to wait, wait until he remembers or she finally gets the courage to ask. But she knew that the latter would never happen. Never.

TimeskipOne Month Later…

Sasuke groaned as he got out of his bed, he had returned from the hospital a few days ago and his muscles were giving him trouble. It wasn't that he was getting old, it was just that the hospital bed was just too damn hard and stiff. He never saw the Hyuuga girl again, and in that time he learned who she really was.

It turns out that the person he saved was in fact, heiress of the Hyuuga legacy. It was a bit surprising; she didn't have the cold, unfeeling demeanor that most nobles had, himself included, of course. From the short time that he saw her, she wasn't afraid to show her emotions and she didn't seem to be the type that would take control of the powerful Hyuuga clan. In short, she was nothing like his elder brother, Uchiha Itachi.

Sasuke grumbled and slipped on a black shirt with the Uchiha fan on the back and black shorts that reached just under his knees. He reapplied the bandages on his lower legs and arms. Then he tied his Leaf headband on and walked out of his room. He was just walking out of the gate of his complex when he heard a distant squealing noise. There were a group a guards trying to keep a mob of fangirls from completely swarming the whole Uchiha 'village'. Apparently, this time it was Sasuke's and Itachi's fangirls.

Sasuke jumped onto the rooftops of the houses and escaped toward the trees, away from the commotion in the 'village'. He ran all the way to a training area, and sat down, waiting for his 'friends' to show up. He was always the earliest one to arrive, possibly because he had to escape from rabid fangirls every day. A few hours later, Naruto and Sakura were there already. Sakura was trying to cling onto Sasuke's arm while Naruto and Sasuke were having a glaring contest. They didn't stop until they heard a poof from the treetops.

A silver-haired ninja waved a hello from one of the branches. He had his headband slanted sideways, covering one eye and he had a mask covering the lower half of his face, so he only showed one eye. He was holding an open green book with a slashed circle in the middle.

"YOU'RE LATE, SENSEI!!!" Sakura and Naruto shouted in unison.

"Ah…Gomen. I was lost on—"

"LIAR!!!"

The man sighed and leaped down from the treetops. He closed his book with a snap and said, "Okay, today's my turn, right? Let's see, yesterday, we ate Ramen, the day before that, we left Sakura alone with Sasuke and the day before that, Sasuke forced me to teach him new techniques. Sooo…today, since it's my turn, we are going to learn how to throw different types of knives."

"Aww, sensei! That's too easy! Let's to do something exciting, like eating RAMEN!", Naruto whined.

"Naruto, we already ate ramen," the silver-haired man sighed, "Besides, we're throwing knives, not kunai. There's a difference."

"So? This is going to be so easy! Then we can go eat RAMEN dattebayo!"

"We'll see. Now get going!"

He stepped aside to reveal a large cloth sack full of different knives and cleavers. Naruto rushed over while Sakura followed behind Sasuke. Naruto immediately began throwing them at a tall tree, but the knives kept swerving and missing. Or they kept turning around and just bumped against the wood.

"NANI?? How come they won't stick?! Did you mess with these, Kakashi-sensei?"

"No, Naruto. Knives are different than kunai, they have different weights and different compositions. That is why I want you to practice throwing them until your hands drop!" Kakashi ordered them sternly and then flipped open his green book and started to read again.

"What's the point anyway?" Naruto grumbled as he continued to throw knives and cleavers at the tree.

"The point, is that you can attack your enemy with whatever's available. There can't always be a shuriken or a kunai around," the sensei lectured him.

Five long hours later…

Naruto slumped down onto the ground. He was breathing heavily and his arms felt like they were on fire. Most of the knives he threw were lying on the ground next to him or the tree. Half of Sakura's knives were on the tree, but never in the same spot. Sasuke was doing the best, as always. All of his knives were stuck in relatively the same spot on the tree and some were making diagonal patterns on the trunk. Kakashi sighed, it was always this way. Naruto would be the worst, then Sakura would be average, and Sasuke would beat both of them by a long shot. It was rather dull to see the same result every day.

He dismissed them after seeing Naruto practically collapse onto the ground and told them to rest for the remainder of the day. Naruto got right up and asked, "Hey Sakura! You want to go on a date, or something?"

"No," Sakura then turned to Sasuke, "Hey…Sasuke-kun? I was wondering if, if you know, we could hang out?"

"No."

"O-ok, then. How about sometimes later?"

"No."

"Then how about—"

"I told you. No."

"But Sasuke-kun—"

"Shut. Up," he glared at Sakura and disappeared in a poof of smoke. Naruto looked at where Sasuke was and said, "He's being such an asshole these days. I wonder what's gotten into him?"

"Sasuke-kun is NOT AN ASSHOLE!!!!" Sakura turned around and beat Naruto into a bloody pulp for insulting Sasuke. Kakashi was staring at them under the coverage of a nearby tree, wondering if he should help, but then decided against it. Icha Icha Paradise was much more entertaining than being under Sakura's chakra enhanced fist.

Hinata sighed, training had finished hours ago, and there was nothing else to do but sit in the courtyard to stare at the golden koi fish. Neji wasn't exactly 'talkative' and he was already on a mission and Sakura took a week off every month to "hang out" with her team, so there was no one to talk to. She might've read a few scrolls in the library, but she had already finished them during the past few years, and now there really was nothing else to do but stare. To make time pass by, she started to name all the pressure points in a person's body and the way that chakra reacts to pressure and impact. She was about halfway through when she heard a sound come from the bushes, her father came through the greenery and was observing her. She quickly got up and bowed a little before sitting down again. He came and sat down on the other end of the marble bench.

"How are you doing, Hinata?"

"A-ano…fine, Father…"

"Are you sure?"

"H-Hai…"

"Hinata, you are already twenty. It's time that you choose a husband for yourself. Do you have anyone in mind?"

"N-no…"

"Is there anyone from outside the family?"

"No…"

"Good."

Hinata could feel relief in his voice when he said that last word. No matter if she fancied someone outside the clan, she would till be forced to marry inside the clan's main branch to preserve the bloodline and keep the long-standing tradition. It was her duty as an heiress. But she had no chance to favor anyone; after all, she never left the Hyuuga complex and none of the other Hyuugas talked to her. Not even her sister, Hanabi. Hanabi was permitted to leave the complex and hang around with her friends while Hinata was not.

Her father stood up and walked out. One his way through the entrance, his cheek seemed to twitch a bit and Hinata found herself being amused by the thought that maybe her stern father was actually smiling. Then she dropped her eyes and looked at the koi fish in the pond again. Her father had interrupted her recitation and now she didn't know where to begin again. So she decided to start all over again, after all, she still had hours before dinner was served. Her dull recitation began again and she was so engrossed in it that she never heard him come up behind her.

Three years before Sasuke or Hinata were born, when the Uchiha and the Hyuuga were still on good terms, the Second Great War ended. Konoha had triumphed with the help of these two noble families and their teams of skilled and formidable ninja. Lord Fugaku and Lord Hiashi had a joint feast to celebrate the end of the war and the honors given to their clans. At the very end of the celebration, Lord Fugaku revealed that there was a special presentation at the end.

This year, a famed woman who possessed a frightful kekkei genkai arrived at the village. This bloodline limit was near extinction and practically useless when the user isn't properly instructed on it's abilities. The result is that many that carry this kekkei genkai go mad.

Lord Fugaku had been intrigued and had invited the woman to the feast to show off her abilities. Since her bloodline limit was unknown, six of the best ninja from the Uchiha and the Hyuuga clan were erecting heavy layers of shields around her. She entered the room and stepped into the barriers. Her hair was white and her skin was pale. She had blank yellow eyes with a red center instead of a black one. Her eyes were half-open and she looked weary.

When she was told to begin, she did nothing at first, but then silvery wisps of chakra started to come from the ground. They formed thousands upon thousands of mirrors. Then her hands started to move. Red lines formed and connected all the mirrors. Her hands moved furiously, blending and weaving all the mirrors together.

Her hair started to take on a black tinge when her fingers moved. Her eyes were wide open now, the pupils turning into blood-red slits. Lord Fugaku commented that this was the reason this kekkei genkai wasn't useful for battle. It seemed more like a ceremony than a real justu; and it took very long to use. Finally, the hand motions stopped and the girl's hair was jet black and her eyes were blood red with flecks of gold. In front of her was a simple, yet elegant silver mirror.

She stared at the mirror and then flipped it over to the two lords sitting side by side at the head table. The mirror was blank to all but the two. Images flashed through their minds while a ghostly voice traveled through their heads and sent a chill down their spines.

Fugaku saw splatters of blood and the shadows of deception while Hiashi heard a blood-curdling scream and a blood-splattered room filled with moonlight. Two voices rang in their heads, making blood drain from their faces. In Lord Fugaku's he heard:

The last will overcome the first

The first will betray the last

The first will be swallowed by darkness,

Whilst the last entangle with the forbidden past.

The last will hunt the first

But the first will escape the last.

Those who are first will be last,

Those who are last will be first.

A creepy ring resonated in Hiashi's head, sending beads of cold sweat down his cheek.

First, she will be devastated

By one most dear to her

Second, she will be betrayed

By one most precious to her

Finally, she will be killed

By one that she loves most

From the past will be the future

From the future will be the past

With that, the mirror shattered and the barrier broke. Both of the lords recovered from their trance and laughed nervously. They were too shaken to hear the last and final proclamation from the broken mirror.

Her future for his revenge,

His past for her innocent love

Two fates eternally intertwined

But only one will appear at Death's door

When the time comes…

She jumped when she felt a tap on her shoulders. There was Sasuke Uchiha, standing in all his cold-blooded glory. She gasped when she saw him and stood up. She bowed slightly and then stared at the ground nervously.

"K-konichiha…U-uchiha-s-san…"

"Hn."

"Wh-what are y-you d-doing h-here?"

"To talk to you."

"A-ano…"

"Aren't you going to ask why?"

Hinata blushed furiously, was she supposed to ask why? She always been taught to keep out of other people's business and now, this Uchiha comes and demands to know why she isn't prying into his business. Has the world gone off it's axis? She blinked several times, not knowing what to respond to his question.

"You Hyuugas sure are quiet."

"U-um…I-I think-k th-that i-its o-only m-me…"

"Speak louder and stop trembling, you look pitiful."

"…g-gomen…"

She looked at the ground miserably, whenever she was around strangers she started stuttering uncontrollably. Her father always admonished her for such behavior and now, this person was too! She felt so small and weak in front of his commanding presence. He would make a good ninja, her brain uselessly informed her.

Sasuke looked at her appraisingly; now that he had a second glance, she looked even more tempting than she did in the hospital room. Her pale skin was glowing and her hair was a dark indigo color. Although she spoke like a mouse and stuttered hopelessly, he had to admit; she was almost irresistable. He wondered why she wasn't already married, with her looks, half the men in the town would scramble to even see her.

Screw that.

All men would die for a chance to court her.

He felt strange looking at her, looking at someone who was so weak and reserved, yet so tempting and so, so inviting. A tiny voice in the back of his mind told him that it would be so easy to just make her his on that very spot, but the reasonable part of his brain blocked out that little voice. It was still easy to quell that little voice, but Sasuke knew that it would become harder soon enough.

Author's Notes: Waugh! I'm so sorry I haven't been updating. School's a –beep— and I have no time at all! I can't offer a longer chapter since it's currently 11 at night . . I hope you enjoyed this short one and please review!

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