Title: Revolutionary Girl Hinata

Rating: T Plus

Pairing: Sasuke + Hinata platonic

Summary: In which the seemingly helpless princess saves the screamingly fatalist prince.

Warnings: AU, angst, talk about suicide

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. (Insert witty joke here)

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Revolutionary (adjective): (2) radically new or innovative; outside or beyond the established procedure and principals.

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The tapping sound of Hyuuga Hinata's black Marc Jacobs boots along the cobbled surface of the subway station. The distinct rumbling of the tracks urged the heiress to move even faster, if possible. If Hinata missed this train, she would be stranded in the middle of a Tokyo station, located underneath the city, at 2:00 A.M.—alone, defenseless, and most importantly, cell phone-less.

Not to mention that it was deathly cold and she had lost her gloves.

I should have listened to Neji-niisan…

As Hinata got closer to her destination, her eyes picked up on a man that stood at the very edge of the waiting platform. The back of his hairstyle was raised with spikes and he wore a black trench coat, hands buried deep within the pockets. The train was drawing closer and closer to its stop. Hinata's running slowed down to brisk walking. She got a better view of the man's profile. His eyes were a little red and his cheekbones protruded from his otherwise handsome, milk-skinned face.

The train was seconds away now. Hinata watched as the shoulders of the man standing a few feet away from her went slack. She watched as tired sigh escaped his lips. She watched as he stuck a leg out and readied himself to throw his body in front of the approaching train.

Hinata's eyes grew as wide as saucer plates. Her breath hitched and ceased.

None of the other people around (which were less than a few) did not seem to notice. Or didn't care.

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Instead of finding his body underneath pounds of metal and his blood speckled against the caramel-tiled walls of the station, Uchiha Sasuke found himself sitting in front of the opened doors of the number nine train. The person who pulled him back still had his (or her?) thin arms wrapped tightly around him. Sasuke guessed that this person was a female due to the otherwise inexplicable softness of her chest pressing against his back.

Sasuke quickly pulled away from her, not bothering to look back as he stood up. The doors of the train closed and sped away just as quickly as it had come. His chance for salvation had once again escaped him.

Hinata pressed the tips of her fingers against her aching throat. Never had she screamed so loudly. She had always been a soft-spoken individual. After calming herself down from the initial excitement, Hinata picked herself up and stared at the stranger she had saved. He had the longest eyelashes…

"You stupid girl, why did you do that?" The man spat at her, "Why couldn't you mind your own business?"

I saved someone…this man in front of me who looks like he might kill me. Me…the person who normally needs the saving…

…I missed my train as well…how am I going to get home?

Why...do I feel so brave?

Why…

…do I feel so calm?

"Why do you want to kill yourself?"

Hinata surprised herself yet again by hearing how her voice echoed without stutters. When the stranger did not answer her, she took a step forward and clasped her freezing hands together.

"…Whatever the reason…you shouldn't…you can't do this. Please don't commit suicide. No matter what the situation…you…you can overcome it. Ending you life would only bring your loved ones pain. My father knows a really good psychologist, I can—"

Hinata stopped talking when the man grabbed her by the wrist. Without a word, he began to drag her out of the subway station and she didn't feel the need to fight back.

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She was the heiress to the Hyuuga fortune, Sasuke knew this much from pictures in the magazines.

He wondered what such a affluent girl was doing wandering the subways of Tokyo alone and this late at night. But he didn't wonder enough to ask.

He stood outside with her, in the biting cold, waiting for the cab he had called for her to come pick her up. Sasuke wondered why he was being so generous. But he didn't wonder enough to care. He was tired of caring.

"Thank you for the gloves. But aren't your hands cold?" Hinata said quietly, bringing an end to the awkward silence that was suffocating them both. Or at least, suffocating her.

"Pockets," Sasuke grunted back. Hinata replied with a soft "Oh" and went back to looking at her feet. But before she could stop herself, another question slipped past her lips.

"Are you…are you going to…to…try it…again…after I leave?"

The dark haired man shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe," he confessed, "or perhaps I'll try another night. A night when girls like you aren't out trying to be princes."

…Did he just make a joke? I can't tell…his face remained blank…

A car pulled up in front of them. Sasuke ushered the Hyuuga girl to the car, telling her to keep his gloves when she offered to give them back.

Hinata realized that she didn't want to (couldn't) leave just yet. She still had so many questions. She wanted to make sure that this man was going to be alright, yet he seemed to be in a rush to get rid of her. She began pounding her fists on his chest as he paid off the driver.

"…I don't even know your name! What's going to happen to you? I don't want you to hurt yourself…please...I…I may not understand your situation…and I may not be able to help you…but I want you to know that you're not alone. I want us to meet again someday and that can't happen if you kill yourself!" Hinata rambled out, knowing that she probably sounded stupid and shallow like a bad therapist on a TV show. The man pushed her all way in and gave her something in between a conceited smirk and a bitter smile.

"…Maybe you're not so stupid after all," he said to her before closing the door.

When Hinata looked outside of the rear-view window, she found that the man had already disappeared.

…Did we switch roles? Did I really become a prince?

Was my good deed enough to keep you alive?

…I hope so…I pray so…

Please stay safe.

Later, as Hinata peeled off her clothing layer by layer, she noticed that the rest of her body hungered for heat and that her fingers ached for cool air.

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Z/N: Slightly inspired from the Revolutionary Girl Utena anime. Just barely. So what happened to Sasuke? Why was Hinata by herself in the first place? I'll leave that up to your imaginations.