A/N: 'Ello readers! You guys got it lucky today. I was going to try out for volleyball, which would have meant I wouldn't have enough energy to update until the end off the season, but my mother dearest forgot to turn in my booklet so I could't tryout. Damn school system! If my writing seems a little more depressing I'm sorry, it comes with the major mood swings I'm having.
Ex-boyfriend news!! My best-friend and him just broke up, does that mean Clueless finally gets a break?? We can only hope!
Once again, thank you all for the reviews!!! We're at 73 reviews, only a little more tell 100. If we get there before chapter ten I'll do a super long chapter, pinky promise.
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Listening To: Wicked The Musical - Popular
You're Weak
Late Again?
Lips smashed together in a passionate embrace the two became one.
"Ahh!" Hinata rolled off the sofa, blushing an unhealthy red. Her yelp woke the slumbering Uchiha in the kitchen, who ran in, kuni in hand. Seeing that there was no real danger in the room he lowered the weapon, glaring down at the shaken Hyuga.
"What's your problem?" He hissed out, sounding so snake-like it scared Hinata to the point of shaking. Until she looked up that is.
Sasuke's hair looked like a birds nest. Random spikes of raven black hair stood on end, signs of a bad nights rest. He fright turned into an ocean of giggles, vainly muffled behind her hand. Her giggles only increased when Sasuke rose an elegant eye brow, confusion written plainly on his features. She pointed at his hair, barely getting out a 'your hair' between breaths.
For a second she swore she saw him blush before he turned around, back to kitchen she could only bet, leaving her alone.
She composed herself, scowling herself under her breath for making fun on him, before sitting on the sofa again. Her pale, lavender eye searched around the room.
Her few minutes of sweet silence was ruined by a chuckle then a large hand rubbing her hair, messing it up. "Itai! Itai!! Itai!!!!" Sasuke smirked triumphantly leaning on the back of the black sofa. "Your hair," He stated, ruffling it again. "is a complete mess."
- -
"Itai," Another yank of the brush. "Itai," Another one. "It-"
"Oh stop whining, you shouldn't have started it baka." Sasuke muttered from the other side of the couch, watching her brush her hair with his brush. She groaned and clutched her scalp in pain, lowering her head in the process. "Y-You're the one who messed up my hair Sasuke." He glared at her silently, pouting in his own Sasuke way.
"Hn."
Hinata smiled softly, holding back another 'Itai' as she continued to brush the mess of dark locks.
A heavy, yet comfortable, silence hung over them as she brushed her hair, finally getting the mess under control. Then Sasuke broke it.
"Your hair isn't naturally straight?" Hinata nodded, pulling the brush through her hair again and answered. "No, it's kind of curly, but controllable. It's not as bad as Mistuki-chan's though." She smiled happily in thought of one her many loud team-mates.
"Let's play a game, I'll ask questions, you answer." Hinata's head shot up, looking warily at Uchiha avenger before nodding.
"What's you favorite color?"
"Lavender."
"Favorite weapon."
"I use hand to hand combat over weapons."
And the questions varied until Hinata raised a hand for him to stop. "Gomen Sasuke, but it is late. Thank you for helping me earlier." She stood, bowing respectfully in front of him before turning towards the front door. "Sit back down Hinata, we still have things to talk about." Hinata turned to him, an eye-brow raised. "Huh?"
- -
"Please repeat that Sasuke." She watched his coal black eyes roll around in the sockets before he repeated. "I. Am. Going. To. Train. You. Baka." Hinata instantly laughed, a bell like laughter that fill the whole room. "Gomen Sasuke, I don't need training. I have enough to worry about with missions. Gomen." She went to stand back up, only to be stopped by the same strong hand that messed up her hair earlier. "Your stigma in low, lower then usual. You pretend to be in perfect condition, but inside your in the worst state possible. Stop faking and let me help you." She closed her eyes and sat back down.
"You n-need to make up you mind. Your either going to force me to I'll do it myself, t-truthfully I'd like to keep my dignity. I will see you tomorrow morning." Hinata stood quickly, disappearing out the door before he could tell her to sit down again. She didn't know how long it was to take to earn all the burnt off courage.
- -
Hinata made it home in record time. Happily it was before the evening storm that blew in started. As soon as her door closed the rumble of thunder was heard around the area. She jumped out of her skin, squeaking like a scared mouse. Thunder had always scared her.
As a child she was told to suck it up, be a kunoichi about it. After her mother died she never went to her father when the thunderous storms appeared in the skies. She'd hide in her closest, closing the doors tightly and curling into a ball. Kiba and Shino knew of her fear, and when they had been a team the protected her, more then she thought she deserved. After she moved into her little apartment on the far east side of town she learned to tough it out alone, no one was there to help her.
And so the long night began.
- -
If looks could kill there would be one less tree in ANBU team 17's training grounds. For two whole hours Sasuke had glared at a tree, feeling ridicules and angry. Hinata never showed up and once again she was late for the mission briefing. Her posture was all wrong, it looked like she had hard night. None of this affected his mood. He was angry though the whole beginning of the mission, which was became quite bloody thanks to a few bandits that decided to get in his way. After a long day of traveling the team set up camp, three tents (one male, one female, one for Hinata). Naruto, Mistuki, Ino, and Shikamaru fell asleep, leaving Sakura to bug Sasuke and Leader-sama on first watch.
"Sasuke-kunnnnn!" Had he not been used to it, Sasuke would have cringed. Without a sign of listening from Sasuke, Sakura continued. "I heard from Ino, Ten-Ten, who heard Neji, who heard from Hinata's bratty little sister, who heard from Hyuga-sama (a.k.a Hiashi) that Hinata was seen with you. Are you dating her or something."
Her wild banshee shrieking in his ear was enough to make him clench his hand against his blade.
"What does it have to do with you?" Sakura puffed out her cheeks in anger. "It has everything to do with me! I l-o-v-e-d you Sasuke-kun! Hinata doesn't deserve you. She's weak!"
Across the clearing Hinata raised her legs to her chest and glared at Sakura as much as she could muster. She watched Sakura shiver and cast a glance at her before standing up and looking down at Sasuke, finishing her speech with a flourish.
"Hinata won't have you Sasuke-kun."
- -
Hinata was not jealous.
She didn't like Sasuke.
She was pissed.
How dare Sakura talk about her, well Hinata, like that. It was times like this that she hated not being able to reveal her identity. She hadn't even talked to her father for a few day, at least before Sasuke found out, so how hell did he find out about her training with Sasuke?!
Hinata breathed in deep, glaring at the pink-haired kunoichi as she walked into the tent. Hinata sighed and stood up, looking up at the moon. It had to be at least eleven. She had to wake up Shikamaru for his watch.
"Leader-sama."
Hinata stopped and looked at the usually quiet Uchiha. It was the first time he had talked to her all day. In a way she was more then happy about his new silence. She was more then aware about missing her training.
"H-Hai Sasuke?" She whispered, keeping her voice as low as possible.
"You lazy baka, lets train." He stood up, walking until he was in front of her. "And didn't I tell you not to stutter?" His cold, lifeless voice felt like a red hot blade poking her stomach, angrily poking at that. He betrayed his cold cover by flicking her mask covered face, chuckling with a smirk as she held the spot as if it hurt. He could already see the pout on her lips.
- -
"It's late,"
"Hai.
"We should go back."
"Iie."
"Sasuke! The team will notice if your gone!"
"Che."
Hinata pressed half of a now bloody rag against her arm, hissing in pain. "We are going back soon Sasuke." Hinata stated in her best Leader-sama voice. This proved to be in vain as Sasuke scoffed and laid back, holding the other half of the cloth on his stomach. It became as bloody, if not more, as Hinata's half.
"We shouldn't have used weapons." Hinata muttered, becoming nothing more then a mumbled whisper. Sasuke chuckled, regretting it instantly as pain shot up from the cleanly cut wound. "You weren't complaining until I got you back." He watched as she pouted and lifted her mask to her face, covering her features from him.
"Seriously Sasuke, it's almost dawn, we need to get back." She stood without pushing herself up and looked at him as he stood, pulling down his shirt. Once again she fought with the urge to jump him, reminding herself of the team-mate excuse.
"Hn."
Hinata blushed and fidgeted with her kuni holster. 'Is he pouting?' She giggled and tied up her hair, turning away from his questioning glance.
Maybe he wasn't so horrible.
A/N: Gomen, gomen. It's way shorter then usual. I'll try my best to make the next chapter a bit longer, 'kay?
I hate Sakura. I feel bad, but I will keep my Sakura bashing at a low. She's just to preppy for my taste. I'm a Hinata lover, not a Sakura lover. Sorry!
Ahaha, I just noticed as I read this over again that I took a chunk of 'Heaven Ain't So Sweet', my GaaHina, and made it into a Hinata version. Speaking of that, that update I'm working on. Trust me!
Cursed Feelings asked a good question, and I'm sorry it confused anyone. By 'I wonder if she did if for the dobe?' I meant by her becoming stronger and growing out her hair, mainly her hair though.
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