"The secrets of Uzumaki"

(A/N): GOMENASAI!!!! Sorry about the late update!!!! You might want to know why, but I'll just put it down simply. Things were happening… hee hee. Okay then, let us all just believe and go on, ne, ne? If you realize here, the story changes in writing. I think I stopped Sasuke from being so sarcastic and I made things more detailed. This is a long chapter, 5 pages on word I think… so yeah. If there are any questions, feel free to ask.

Disclaimer: . Ya think?

Genre: Romance/ Drama or Angst… I don't think there will be much humor anymore.

Rating: I wanted to change it to K+, but there IS language so… I am sorry. It is still T.

Summary: Read the story you lazy bum.

…Enjoy…

Chapter 4

"A basket of flowers?"

Out of POV

To say that Uchiha Sasuke liked the sun would be a complete lie, and almost everyone should already know that. The stoic teenager liked nights, which of course, included the moon. So basically speaking, Sasuke liked the moon. Doesn't it suit him?

A couple of days passed after he had decided on finding out what was behind the attitude of the residents towards Naruto. Although his progress was still currently 'ZERO', he was glad that he hadn't seen that weird white eyed girl since the day she ran away almost crying.

The dark eyed boy became determined, something he was used to since he was determined to kill his brother before. Anyways, Sasuke was determined to finish what he had started, not wanting all that trouble to be wasted.

Specifically, Hyuuga Hinata.

He took a deep breath and did the same few hand seals he was already used to for the past couple of days. He stood smirking, all his features representing his best friend's almost freakily.

He felt something was going to happen that day, not bad nor good, but something.

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Hinata's POV

I closed my eyes exhaustingly and deactivated my Byakugan. I think I may have overdone my training that day so I was feeling even more tired then usual. But I didn't care, there were many things these days that I simple could care less about. Of course, all having to do with myself.

I was planning to pick flowers that day. Oh, I know… most of you should have gotten the impression of a perfect girl picking flowers and humming some love song while doing so, but no… That isn't how I do it. You shall just have to wait and see.

At any rate, I had to get home quickly; I knew that it was still early in the morning, but I needed to finish my schedule before noon. Before Naruto is seen in the village. The reason why I didn't and don't want him to see me is not because he hurt me, it's just that I want to be ready to say the 3 words I've been dying to say for years when I get to see him before he leaves for the mission.

So I wiped the few drops of sweat from my forehead then picked up the scattered kunais around me and headed for the Hyuuga compound, I felt that something was going to happen that day, a something with an unknown emotion attached to it.

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Sasuke's POV

I jump from roof to roof, ignoring the shouts from women in the streets of Konoha. I anticipated that they were mad, angry that 'Naruto' was up early and jumping from the tops of houses and shops to others. It agitated me to know that they would not bother to say such awful things to the survivor of Uchiha, No way.

I was already getting used to some of the impolite sayings of the townspeople towards the dobe. I just needed to know one thing, why?

There was also something else that interested me, other then the children of Konoha, and some other people I knew from outside of leaf, that weird Hyuuga girl was one of the few that actually saw him. But she saw him differently then others. I for one see him as a rival, a close one at that. Sakura sees him as a close friend I think, such a dumb girl to think I'll even end up liking her. Anyhow, it's just interesting to know that Hinata never treated Naruto the way most people did. Maybe she herself didn't know the reason? The reason why he was 'hated'.

I jump down one last roof to the streets, aimlessly starting a walk in between the few people that were already up. It was around 5 in the morning when I left the house, so I guessed it was around half past 5 about now, many people still in beds and fast asleep.

I sigh to myself as I remembered what I told that Hyuuga girl 2 days ago. NARUTO had to go on a mission, and I said that HE was going to leave after awhile. I was going to have to come up with something. Something so that I can quickly finish what my curiosity had started and stop using this jutsu. Maybe it would all end up okay. I don't think Naruto will be suspicious.

My eyes roll themselves warily, feeling that somehow, I just brewed up a lot of trouble.

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Out of POV

She had greeted her family kindly that day, like always. She excused herself from breakfast seeing that she was not hungry and hastily made her way to the flower field in Konoha. It was one of her favorite places. One she would visit frequently. Of course, for her very own reasons.

It was a clear morning that day, the sun still making its way up the horizon and most of the birds still in their nests, doing what birds do. Dew was still obvious on most of the leaves; it really was quite a sight. No wonder they called this village, Konohagakure… The hidden village of Leaf.

She smiled into the few sunlight rays that shed upon her small body as she made her way from branch to branch to the flower field. Hinata generally, was a happy girl no matter what. She liked seeing people smile, she liked seeing people having the time of their lives. And right now, she was smiling for no apparent reason, just happy to know that she was alive, that even though she had her problems, she knew that some people out there had it worse then her. So she smiled, knowing that sulking wasn't a very good solution to her troubles.

She was confident, a feeling she hadn't experienced for a period of time now, she was confident that this time, she would be able to confess to Naruto. She was already 15, and time was of the essence now. No sooner or later will he end up with Sakura, and even Hinata could see that. And it scared her, saddened her that he didn't even now much about Hinata and SHE was the one in love with him. Sometimes, she would just sit down and think, think that she never wanted any other guy, think that all she wanted was for Naruto to look at her, and if not the same way she always looked at him, at least become her friend. But no, no one in the village considered her more then a mere acquaintance let aside a handful of people. From which:
Aburame Shino and Inuzuka Kiba, both her team mates. Then there was her cousin and her sister, they were family. But no guy in his right mind looked at Hinata the same way Naruto looked at Sakura, and the pearl eyed girl didn't even mind. All she wanted was Naruto, nothing else.

Little did she know that things were about to take a turn, a very drastic turn.

She stood still for a few seconds, scanning the field with her pure eyes. And then in less then 5 minutes, she already had a bunch of flowers in her hand, ALL nearly or half dead. There was not a single beautiful flower between the bouquet she currently held. If you thought Hyuuga Hinata was weird, what do you think now?

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Sasuke's POV

I stood boringly in front of the wooden dummy before me. I had nothing else to do, so I thought training with the dobe's body would be a way to get through time fast enough. I had no idea anymore, no idea how to get information about my best friend's past, or any of the reasons behind the inhabitants of Konoha's attitude.

My limbs gracefully hit the wooden figure unmercifully, my mind focused on something called 'blank'. I was not going to give up, but I needed to think of something, I needed to make sure that that Hyuuga girl would not see behind the disguise. How? Now THAT was the question.

The last strike was an hour after I had started, my breath already showing slight signs of tiredness. I quickly undid the transformation and dropped myself onto the dirt ground. It seemed liked training while doing a jutsu was not one of the cleverest ideas.

I closed my eyes and readied myself to a small nap, yet something OR someone deprived me of doing so since I sensed the sunlight on my eyelids fading away. A thing or a 'one' was standing above me, blocking the sun rays from my face. I swiftly sat up, keeping my cold and cool face on in the case if it was one of my fans. To my surprise, it was HER. The weird girl and the only girl who didn't think of me the same way my fans do.

Her face was mere inches away from mine, but in less than a millisecond, was hers already miles away, a very slight crimson color on her cheeks.

"S-Sasuke-kun! I-I'm sorry f-for awaking you."

She stutters out, already making me annoyed. I grunt in response then stand up, wiping the few specs of dirt off my shorts. I was about to leave when I noticed a basket in the girl's arms, a basket full of… dilapidated flowers. Odd.

I eye her suspiciously, asking her with just my face what the hell that was in her hands.

"Oh! I-It's flowers."

She answers my glare, making my eyes roll uncaringly at her lame answer. I wasn't blind so I knew that they were FLOWERS, but why did they look like THAT? I decided to start talking, this girl was really hopeless.

"They're dead."

I stated out coldly, staring into the basket in her thin arms.

"I kn-know."

I close my eyes then sigh out, placing my hands into my pocket and walking towards the annoying girl with the basket.

"Why?" It came out quite apathetically if not coolly, hmm, wonder why there was no coldness in it.

She looked at me with wide eyes, like she was saying that it was her first time for someone to ask her 'why' she walked around with DEAD flowers in her hands. Her eyes then immediately focused on the ground below her, her arms grasping the basket even tighter.

It took her some time to answer me, but she finally came up with,

"I like picking flowers. I also like picking these ones because no one else does. No one sees them because they are nearly dead and they are also ugly. What they don't know is that each and one of these flowers has their very own secret hidden behind. Its very own beauty. I want to be the one to see it… at least me." She said confidently, her white orbs piercing into my onyx ones as she worded her sentence carefully, her body now just a few steps away from mine.

I raise my eyebrow questioningly, asking her what she does with them when she takes them home.

"Maybe you will be able to see someday." She replied politely before bowing then walking away towards the streets of Konoha, leaving me to ponder over her weird hobby.

I was puzzled, but I knew one thing. When I said last time that Hinata might be scared of me, I was wrong. I did not see a single spec of fright in her white eyes. All I saw was sadness and sorrow, a wall of fake happiness and endurance covering it up.

I wanted to break the wall down, I wanted to see her sadness and agony, but something was telling me that I also wanted to do something else after I broke the wall, what it was… I have yet to find out.

May Hyuuga: So? How's it so far? It's different from the first 3 chapters, might be because of my mood… hmm.

Anyways, if you guys want it to stay like this tell me, or if you want the writing to be like before, tell me as well X.x

I only got one reply on my last question asking if YOU WOULD RATHER HAVE A HAPPY OR SAD ENDING. Please answer or else… I will do my own type of ending, and according to my mood these days, that doesn't sound good.

Review if you like; I don't think I'll be replying them anymore, personal reasons.

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