Chapter 3

"I'M PREGNANT!" She cried. Her body slumped forward as her body shook violently with every sob that emitted from her lungs and vocals.

Those words rung thru his head as she cried against his couch.

She had conceived that day one month ago. But How?

Sasuke didn't recall seeing or hearing the cloud nin moan loudly in ecstasy. He knew he killed him before he emptied himself in her, plus, it was way too rare for rape to result in pregnancies, right? A deep pain filled his heart. He didn't know why, but he began to hate ever holding feelings for her. If only he hadn't gotten so attached, he wouldn't be in this mess. He liked her. He liked her a lot. He might even love her, but he just wasn't used to this feeling. Hating was much easier than loving.

"Hinata, just get rid of it. Then you can go on with your pathetic excuse for a life and cease to annoy me with you pitiful emotions." He didn't realize his voice held so much hate until she stood up and ran out the house. She couldn't take it anymore. His words hurt her mind and her soul. She felt so empty inside. She had such a strong feeling that he was going to help her and be there for her. But she guessed she was wrong.

As she ran through the streets of Konoha, many stared sadly as the Hyuuga knocked franticly at the door. She heard voices inside and then a light padding of feet. The door swung open, an irritated Sakura glared at who ever was at the door, but she quickly changed her expression at the sight of the sobbing Hyuuga in front of her.

"Hinata, what's wrong?" Sakura asked, worried for her friend. Hinata didn't respond. Instead, she pushed Sakura out of the way and ran into the bathroom. She didn't bother closing the door since she was unaware of the house guest Sakura had over.

Out side of the bathroom Sakura sighed. The guest walked up to her with worry clouding his features. "What's wrong with Hinata-chan?"

"Naruto, maybe you should go. I'm sure Hinata needs to be comforted right now." Naruto nodded, understanding what was going on.

"Bye Sakura-chan," He pecked her cheek "Tell Hinata that I said good bye." And he left.

The vile sounds of vomiting echoed through the small apartment. Sakura cautiously walked toward the bathroom. She opened the door little by little, the smell of digested food (vomit) filled the air. Hinata's vomiting seemed to have stopped. She panted, her head still inside the toilet bowl.

"Hinata are you…"

But Hinata held her stomach and more bile spilled out of her mouth. It was as if she was in pain every time she gushed out more fluid. She stopped again, her breath labored. She still clutched her stomach. Her face was flushed and her eyes were blood shot.

"You think you're done yet?"

Hinata nodded slowly. Sakura helped her up, which was sort of a challenge since Hinata gained a little weight. Hinata's wobbly legs made it hard to walk to the living room, but Sakura was there for her to lean on. Sakura left Hinata on the couch to go into the kitchen to make tea for her.

'Why doesn't anyone want me?' She thought as she stared at the plain white wall to her side. 'Naruto didn't want me. My father NEVER wanted me. Now…now Sasuke doesn't want me either.' She unconsciously clawed the fabric of the couch. 'Am I that ugly? Am I so unattractive that only rapists want me?' She sighed. She sighed a long, exasperated sigh. Her hand moved over her still flat but some-what hard feeling belly. 'I can't do this…' She clutched her stomach. She sniffed a few times to clear up her stuffy nose.

"Here."

Hinata turned to a smiling Sakura who held out a steaming cup of tea which she gladly took.

"Um, Hinata…I'm going to the hospital now. I haven't been there since we came back, so I have a lot of catching up to do." Hinata slightly nodded, sipping her tea. "Okay so, I'll be back in a few hours. If you need anything my number is on the fridge. Ino lives across the street and Naruto down the street." Again, she slightly nodded. "See you later!" And the pink haired konoichi closed the front door, the sound of locks turning and then footstep that faded filled her ears.

Hinata sat like that. Staring at the white wall that was behind Sakura when she was there. She did that for almost ten minutes before she noticed her cup of tea was empty. She groggily stood from her seat and padded toward the small kitchen. She set her cup on the counter and reached for the teapot. Unfortunately, she didn't grip it as tightly as she should have. "Ah!" It slipped from her fingers and crashed onto the tiled floor. "Oh…shoot." She bent down to pick up to pick up the larger shards of the glass teapot. "Ouch!" She dropped a shard. She looked at her hand. Blood dripped from the deep gash at the palm of her hand. I stung, but she could handle a simple cut. She stood back up and reached for a wash cloth that covered a rack of kitchen knives. She pulled on the cloth, but apparently it was caught by one of the knives and it tipped over.

All the sharp kitchen utensils spilled out of their rack. Hinata stared as the metal clinked with other metal and the soft rattle they made until their weight settled. She gazed longingly at the metal shine. She hesitantly picked up a blade and held it up. It has probably never been used since it was so finely pointed and sharp at the edge. She didn't know what caused her to do it. It just sort of…happened.

"Ah-ahh…unn…ahh!" She gasped.

The blade glided across her wrist. The little vessels of blood spurted a little, but she cracked a smile. She felt light headed but continued to carve up her arm. All of her worries seemed to wash away as dark crimson liquid dripped onto the already wet floor.

Knock Knock

She gasped. She threw the bloody blade into the sink and ran to the door. She opened it and put on her best smile.

"Hey Hinata-chan!" A toothy grin shined in her face.

"H…Hey N-Naruto…kun…" Hinata tried to look energetic or at least normal, but she was dizzy from her mutilation. His happy-go-lucky grin faltered a bit when she looked at him with bloodshot eyes.

Naruto sniffed the air, smelling the heavy scent of blood. "Um, Hinata…are you okay because I smell-" His eyes wandered to the blood dripping at Hinata's side. His cerulean eyes widened and shot up to her white ones. Hinata noticed his stare and hid her arm behind her back, blood smudged across the back of her shirt.

"Hinata your arm!" He stepped in but she pushed him back out with her untouched hand.

"N-Naruto-kun, you need to leave. I-I am very b-busy. Good bye now…" She shut the door in his face.

Naruto stared at the door. His eyebrows knitted in confusion. Why was her left arm bleeding? He was worried about what she was doing inside there all alone. 'Sasuke…'

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Hinata panted heavily against the door. Her vision was starting to blur but she ignored it. She took off her shirt and wrapped it around her bloody arm. She went back to the living room. She flopped onto the couch and sighed. 'Jeez, I feel so bad for pushing Naruto-kun away…he was just trying to help me…' She thought. Her eyelids began to droop and she snuggled against the warm and inviting couch. 'I'll clean the kitchen after a quick…nap…'

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"What the hell do you want dobe?" Sasuke glared, boring holes into his head. He stood up against his door frame with his arms crossed, waiting for his blonde teammate to tell him something that was supposed to be important.

Naruto's eyes furrowed, which was very uncharacteristic for the usually carefree kitsune. "Just a while ago…I stopped by Sakura-chan's house for a visit…and…"

"And?" Sasuke said, getting annoyed.

"Well…there was loud knocking on the door, so Sakura-chan went to go answer it. When she did…Hinata was crying. She just ran through the house and into the bathroom. She uh…started throwing up, so Sakura-chan asked me to go, to give them some privacy. So I did." Naruto unconsciously began to scratch the back of his head.

'Must have been right after she left…' Sasuke rolled his eyes. "And just what the hell does that have anything to do with me, you fucking-"

"Sasuke this is serious! I went back to check on them and Hinata answered the door. Her…her arm was like a bloody fountain…"

"A what?"

"Blood was just dripping from her arm like a fountain! I-I wanted to see why her arm was like that, but she wouldn't let me in…" Naruto looked at the floor sadly. He wanted so desperately to help his friend, but she just pushed him away. She wasn't the same little Hinata he knew from the academy anymore…

"Which arm was bloody?" Sasuke asked.

"Wha…? Why does it matter?"

"Which arm was it Naruto?" he asked again with annoyance.

"U-uh…I guess it was he left…" Naruto shrugged.

"Oh my fucking…" Sasuke smacked his forehead.

"What? What is it?" Naruto asked, fervently.

"Nothing…look, go and get Sakura and take her home. Get to Hinata quickly…I'll…catch up with you later." And with that Sasuke shut his door.

Sasuke growled. 'She wouldn't start mutilating herself while she's pregnant…would she? Arrgh! Why do I even care!' Sasuke slapped himself. Standing around won't do anything, will it? No. Duh.

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Um…End of part…3? Yeah, part 3.

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