She hates it when I come home covered in blood. I think it reminds her that at any given moment I could snap and kill her.

We've fallen into a daily routine. Ironic isn't it? Every morning I wake up to the sound of the shower running. While she's showering I get dressed and sit at the kitchen table cleaning and sharpening my kunai's.

She comes into the kitchen and cooks breakfast while I do. We eat breakfast together and I leave. I come back later in the day and we have dinner together then go to sleep. Most days I bring her back something. Usually books so she won't get bored. I think she's slowly getting used to my presence.

We don't talk much. But we both prefer the quiet anyway. I stand up and take my plate to the sink and wash it. I walk toward the front door and put on my gear. I look up when I hear soft footsteps walk toward me. "Are y-you by chance going into town?" she asks softly.

"What do you need?"

"P-Paint."

"Paint?"

"For the w-walls" she points to the bloodstained wall. She has been trying to get the stain out but it's still there. "What color?"

She steps back and looks around the room thinking. "W-What color do you t-think will look nice?"

I could care less.

"Yellow?" I suggest. I almost chuckle as I suggest it.

She smiles and fights back a giggle. "Like 'The Yellow Wallpaper'"

She turns away from me and continues to look around the room. "How about green?"

I look around the room and picture it green. "Soft green," I say remembering the color of the couch in her room. She nods her head.

"Ok, I'll be back later." I open the door and step out of the cabin.

A couple of hours later I walk back to the cabin with two cans of paint. When I enter the cabin the smell of sugar and cinnamon hits me. I set down my things and walk to the kitchen. As I do I hear soft humming. I stop at the doorway and see Hinata taking something out of the oven. She sets the baking pan down on the counter.

It all seems eerily familiar. Childhood memories of my mother flash through my mind. She always used to hum while she cooked too. She was particularly fond of baking. Itachi shared her love of sweet things also. I look back at Hinata and see her roll the dough out for another batch.

I've gotten used to her presence now. I know that when I come home she will be there. I know its bad to get used to things. Especially good things. Because that's when they usually end. I walk away from the kitchen before she could see me.

Over the next couple of days, I distance myself from her. Well, more than I already did. She tries to talk to me but I only give her one-word answers. I leave before she wakes up and come back late.

Sometimes during the day, I find myself wondering what she is doing. I get angry at myself for thinking about her. The more she invades my thoughts the less I wanna see her. I don't want to want to see her.

I'm sitting in a tavern having a drink while listening in on conversations. You would be surprised at the things you could find out in these places. I look up when someone suddenly sits down next to me.

Its a man. He has messy brown hair and a huge bald spot on the top of his head. His clothes are filthy and he reeks of body odor and alcohol.

"I think you should buy me a drink," the man says. I scoff, who does he think he is? I reach for my katana. "Is that so?"

He leans in close to me, "I know who you are..." he whispers. I narrow my eyes at him, it takes all of me not to slam his face on the table. "I know your Sasuke Uchiha, wanted missing-nin... I know you're staying in the large cabin outside of town in the woods. But most importantly... I know you have the Hyuga Heiress... Now, If I was you I would buy me that drink."

"Bartender, another beer," I say still looking at the man. The man smiles, showing his rotten teeth.

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I walk into the cabin and throw the mans beaten body in the middle of the floor. Hinata almost yells in surprise. She was on a ladder painting when I walked in. She climbs downs, her clothes are covered in green spots. "W-What happened?" she asks scared as she looks at the man. She wipes her hands on a dirty dishrag as she crouches down to get a better look at him.

"He knows who we are and that we have been staying here... Did you see anyone looking into the windows or lingering around?"

She shakes her head. I pick him up again. "W-Where are you going?" she asks as I begin to walk, she follows me. "To the cellar. I'm going to find out exactly what he knows" I say and open the door that leads to the basement.

I turn back to her and see the worry look in her eyes. I don't say anything as I go down the steps and shut the door.

After two hours of torture, I find out everything I needed to know. He had been spying on Hinata for the last couple of days when I wasn't around. He didn't find out who we were until he saw me come home and saw the Uchiha symbol on my clothes. He was a drunk who didn't have any friends. So the chances of anyone else knowing are low.

I walk back upstairs. I find Hinata sitting on the floor hugging her knees. She looks up at me and I see familiar tears. "Did y-you have to hurt him so m-much?" she whispers. For a couple of moments, I stare down at her.

"He had been spying on you for the last couple of days. He thought you were a helpless blind woman. He was going to break in and rape you. Don't have sympathy for him" I say in a calm voice.

I walk past her and go to the bathroom. I take off my shirt and turn on the water. I am about to take off my pants when the door suddenly opens. It's Hinata.

"How can you kill someone and walk away like its nothing? How can you so carelessly take someone's life from them?"

"I told you, he deserved it."

"But its not only him Sasuke. Every other day you come home covered in blood. You take people's lives and don't think twice about it."

"Whats your point?"

"... Stop killing people... You of all people know what its like to lose family... Stop putting others through that pain..."

I walk to her until I'm practically a few inches away. I notice her tense up but she doesn't move back. She surprisingly doesn't look away from my gaze either.

"Don't you dare ever bring up my family to me again" I whisper. Her eyes widen as I push her back and slam the bathroom door shut.

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