All For Love

KawaiixKisses

(Muah)

Beautiful

The air was brisk and the hour ungodly and yet Uzumaki Hinata was awake. She rushed outside of her home, her long blue-black hair blowing behind her as she moved. Goosebumps bubbled against the porcelain skin of her arms as the night air gushed around her. The white tank top and dark purple sweat pants she donned weren't enough to protect her against the cold night air as it pressed violently against her skin.

Her heart hammered in her chest, as her bare feet hit the wet, cold ground. She had to get away, she had to escape.

"HINATA!"

Her heart beat wildly as she heard him screaming her name. No. She couldn't let him catch her.

"GET BACK HERE DAMN IT! I LOVE YOU!"

"Lair!" she shouted as she forced her body to move quicker.

The wife rounded a corner, some how finding herself at her office. She ran down the isle, skipping over stacks of magazines that lay askew on the ground. She could feel his fingers brushing against her back, causing her to flinch away and force her body to move faster than it already was.

"Just leave me alone!" she cried, water filling in her eyes, blurring her vision momentarily.

"DAMN IT HINATA! YOU'RE MINE!"

She screamed loudly, her lugs threatening to explode as she turned another corner. She could see her desk approaching –should she hide there? No, that was stupid.

'Think Hinata… Think!' she screamed at herself, her thoughts pressing down on her brain.

Suddenly, the door to her boss's office swung open and she dashed through it, slamming the door behind her.

"Hinata! Hinata!"

She could hear him screaming as he began pounding at the door, trying his hardest to force it open.

"What are you doing here?"

The opal eyed woman looked up to find her boss staring down at her. His dark gaze clashed with her clear one.

"I –"

She woke with a start, her body jerking upwards from her bed. The wife looked around her room, slightly confused for a few moments. What the…? Her opal gaze slowly fell on her husband who lay naked beside her. The memories of the night before came rushing back to her, making her stomach churn.

Slowly, as to not wake him, she slid out of bed, ducking the mirrors as she headed towards the en suite bathroom. Hurriedly, she scrubbed her skin clean, frowning at the small red bruises he left on her. She hated when he did that. She hated feeling like she was his and there was nothing she could do about it. She had to find a way to leave him.

Freshly clean, she walked out of the shower and pulled her hair back into a bun. The wife could feel eyes staring heatedly at her back, causing her to bite nervously into her lip.

"Good morning," she said softly to her husband, turning her head to make eye contact briefly then back around.

Naruto was silent for a moment or two as he watched her pulling on her panties. He remembered the first time he had ever made love to her, she was so shy about showing him her panties but as the years wore on them she didn't seem to notice as much anymore. Pride swelled within him as he noticed the red hickeys that were scattered across her neck and back. He had made sure to make last night enjoyable for her –he owed her.

"Morning," he said to her, sitting up so that his back pressed against the backboard of their bed.

Hinata was silent, not wanting to make conversation really. Instead, the porcelain woman dressed herself, pulling on a pair of blue jeans followed by her bra and a yellow sweater. Quietly, she let her hair down from its bun and dried it with her towel, satisfied by the loose waves that hung down her back.

"What are you going to do today?" she heard him ask her.

"Work," she answered softly.

"Are you kidding me? It's Saturday! Can't you take off?"

"N-no…"

"This is unbelievable. What if I wanted to spend time with you? Would that have been out of the question?"

"Naruto…please… Its early…" she pleaded softly.

Her husband was silent for a moment or two, watching as she slid a belt through the loops of her jeans. She couldn't be seriously talking to him. Not like that.

"What did you say to me?"

Hinata nibbled her bottom lip gently as she fastened her belt, lengthening the silence between them.

"I d-don't want to f-fight Naruto…"

He stared at her back, watching as she slid on he bracelet purchased for her. Often, he felt like he couldn't understand his wife. Sure he messed up every once in a while, but then he'd work tremendously long to repair it but with no positive response from her. Most of the time she just said whatever she thought he wanted to hear and what would shut him up. She didn't like talking to him it seemed. The blonde male frowned a bit as he watched his wife.

Hinata on the other hand was grateful when he gave no response. However, she could feel him staring bullet holes into her back, perhaps keeping himself from lashing out on her like he wanted to.

"What time will you be home?"

Hinata would have loved to tell him whenever she felt like it – she was grown woman damn it, she didn't have to explain herself to him – but she knew better than that; she didn't need her husband snapping her neck so early in the morning.

"Around four," she answered him.

Naruto, seeming to accept this answer, nodded his head and relaxed in bed.

"Good. I want to take you to dinner."

The wife suppressed the urge to ask him why, instead she merely shook her head.

"Okay."

She was doing it again. She was only saying 'okay' because that's what he wanted to hear and not because she generally wanted to be with him. What the hell was her problem? The husband watched as his wife dusted on a bit of make-up to her skin, adding a pretty pink to her cheeks to give it a bit of color. She was beautiful, he noted, but of course he wouldn't tell her that to her face. She wouldn't appreciate the compliment.

"Okay, Uzumaki-san, this time please don't screw it up. All you have to do is hold the record button, so simple even you can do it."

Hinata nodded her head nervously, her fingers clasping around the silver recorder in her hand. Her boss stared down at her, annoyance evident in his eyes. She was skittish. Sometimes it looked like she would fall apart if he said the wrong thing to her. Often the Uchiha found himself wanting to apologize or even be nice to her. To him, Uzumaki was someone he felt needed to be protected, taken care of even. Too bad he wasn't the one for the job – he'd let someone else handle that, in the mean time he had more pressing matters to attend to.

"Alright, lets go," he said to her as he began walking down the hall to the conference room.

The assistant began following behind her boss, forcing her short legs to keep up with his long strides. Entering the room, they both sat at the circular table, Hinata beside her boss.

Silence stretched between them as they awaited their guest to be interviewed. Uchiha Sasuke was a man of very few words – that was perfectly okay with Hinata because wasn't really in the mood for talking. Instead, her mind was focused on her husband and what the night held in store for the two of them. She was not at all looking forward to their date later on – she'd rather swallow a razor blade than spend unnecessary time with him. At least they weren't going to be alone… she wouldn't have to deal with him feeling up on her. Unknowingly the assistant let out a tired sigh, earning herself a questioning look from her boss.

"S-sorry…"

"Hn," came Sasuke, turning his gaze away from his assistant.

What was her problem? Sasuke couldn't help the curiosity that surged through him. Perhaps she was bored waiting on their guest – if so she could have to learn patience especially in the field of work she was in.

Suddenly the door to the conference room swung open, alerting them to the presence of their guest.

Fuwa Sho.*

The blonde haired pop star strutted in, his face a mask of perfect boredom. He was as glamorous in person as he was on TV, Hinata noted. Behind him was his manager who flashed Sasuke and Hinata both a pretty smile.

"Good of you to join us, Fuwa-san," Sasuke said, rising to his feet.

Hinata joined her boss, standing nervously. All the years she worked for their magazine she never once met a celebrity.

"Hn," was the star's nonchalant response.

The celebrity sat down in the chair across from Sasuke and Hinata, giving them the queue to take their seats as well.

"Okay. First question – " Sasuke began and Hinata hit the record button. "Where did you grow up?"

"Kyoto."

"Favorite color?"

"None."

"What kind of girls are you interested in?"

The pop star slowly contemplated his answer. "I'm into the girl next-door type – simple. Someone who doesn't through themselves all over me and will be able to hold an actual conversation."

Sasuke didn't believe a word of that. From the tabloids, Fuwa Sho was depicted as the run-of-the-mill playboy. But he continued anyway, he simply wouldn't use that question in the printed interview.

The session went on for another hour, Sasuke asking the questions that were sure to be on the minds of just about every teenaged girl's mind in Japan. Hinata wondered vaguely if her boss felt at all embarrassed asking any of those things, especially the opposite-sex related ones. But Sasuke didn't seem to be at all affected by the content of the questions – this was all business to him.

"Okay, thank you for your time Fuwa-san," Sasuke said after some time had passed, rising to his feet and giving Hinata the O.K. to end the recording.

"Hn."

That was all the singer said before exulting the room, his manager following behind him, lecturing him quietly on his manners.

"Celebrities…" Sasuke said with a sigh as he began straightening the pile of papers that lay askew on the table.

Hinata gave no response to that, she merely waited for further directions from her boss.

"Lets go," he said to her finally, gathering the papers into his hands as he began walking out of the conference room.

The assistant nodded her head and followed him out, watching his back as they moved down the hall together.

There was something about him, something she wasn't sure she liked or disliked but intrigued her nonetheless. He wasn't exactly nice to her nor was he unpleasant – he was actually indifferent towards her. Yet some how she was drawn towards him. Hinata couldn't explain it. She knew what she felt wasn't romantic nor was it the opposite of that; she supposed it was curiosity and maybe something else that she couldn't quite name just yet.

He was the opposite of Naruto, the exact opposite, she realized after some time. Well, the opposite of the Naruto she had fallen in love with and married. Naruto then had been kind and open-hearted, loud and friendly. Her boss however, was stoic and distant, brash and sometimes a tad arrogant. Yet she did not find him unbearable, he didn't at all offend her. Instead he sparked her interest. She found herself wanting to talk to him, but was unsure of what she should say. What would be the appropriate thing to say to a man such as Uchiha Sasuke? Hinata wasn't sure… In fact she wasn't sure why she wanted to talk to him in the first place. There was like this magnetic force, pulling her towards him.

She wouldn't admit it to anyone but herself, but often she found herself thinking of him. Nothing special really, nothing truly worth mentioning but fleeting thoughts – vague wonderings really. And that dream the night before, what had that been about? Sure, she had dreamed of running away from Naruto millions of times, but never had anyone but Naruto and herself been in the dream. Finding Sasuke at the end of it was slightly alarming.

Why was it she couldn't stop thinking of him?

He hadn't said anything special to her, done anything either to provoke such thoughts of him. The assistant was confident she didn't have feelings for her stoic boss either – she didn't even know him. All she knew of him were her silent observations which she hadn't even been aware that she had been making. It was odd.

Sasuke could feel his assistant staring at his back but decided to ignore it. He was used to females watching him and chalked it all up to sexual attraction. Honestly, he was not at all offended by her sexual curiosity involving him. Like any other man he found great pride in it. He would allow her to continue staring, possibly even fantasizing about him, after all what she did with her eyes and imagination was no business of his.

"Uzumaki-san," he said suddenly coming to a halt.

Hinata, unprepared for it, bumped into him, her front colliding with his back. She stumbled backwards, heat rushing to her face.

"S-s-sorry, Uchiha-san!" she apologized hurriedly, her hands shaking nervously as he turned around to face her.

He looked amused, she noted, the corners of his lips turning up only slightly.

"It's fine, relax Uzumaki-san."

Hinata nodded her head nervously, unsure of what to do with herself now.

Sasuke stared down at her, greatly amused by her antics. The poor woman looked like se was going to explode into a fit of nervousness at any given moment. It was as he thought; he had to be careful with her because she would indeed burst into a million pieces if he said the wrong thing to her.

"Do you want to get some lunch?" he asked her finally, sliding his hands into his pockets, his ebony orbs watching her.

Hinata's eyes widened slightly as she looked up at her boss. Lunch? Lunch. The word seemed foreign to her, as if she never heard it in her entire life. She was silent for a moment or two, picking her brain for the definition of the word 'lunch'. Lunch. Food. Right. Okay.

"I-I-I can't…" she said finally.

His brow arched slightly. She couldn't? What did she mean she couldn't? A woman had just turned him down, that was a first. It was rather perplexing actually.

"Why not?" he asked her, extremely curious of the excuse she would give him.

"I have to meet with my hu-husband."

Husband? His eyes shifted to her left hand to spot a fancy engagement ring and wedding band, diamonds sparkling and glistening against her finger. Funny. He never noticed that.

"So I see," he said at last.

"S-sorry."

"It's fine really, hand over the recorder and you're free to go."

Hinata nodded her head and gave him the recorder, unable to ignore the electricity that sparked against her skin when her fingers brushed against his.

"Hinata."

Eh?

The opal-eyed beauty turned her head to spy her husband making his way down the hall towards her – he looked angry. What was he doing there?

"Who is this," he asked her.

Eh?

She turned her gaze to her boss, only then noticing that they were still touching. Nervously, she pulled her hand back.

"Th-this is my boss, Naruto, Uchiha-san."

Naruto stared at the male who had been previously speaking with his wife. They were almost the same in height and build; the only differences were their contrasting hair and eyes.

"Uzumaki Naruto. Hinata's husband," he introduced himself, holding his hand out to the ebony haired male.

"Uchiha Sasuke," her boss replied, giving his hand a firm shake before letting it go.

The two men seemed to have a staring contest before Hinata broke the silence at last.

"Wh-what are you going here, Naruto?"

The blonde turned his gaze onto his wife, his brow creasing in annoyance.

"You're late so I came to find out why."

Late? It was only – her gaze shifted to the clock on the wall – six thirty. Shit. He was going to kill her, for real this time perhaps.

"I'm s-sorry, Naruto, I w-wasn't aware of the time I – "

"It's fine baby. Are you done working now? I'd like to get to the restaurant soon."

Hinata turned her gaze to Sasuke who gave her a small head nod. "Y-yes."

"Good. Let's go then. It was a pleasure to meet you, Uchiha-san," said Naruto, clasping his wife's hand in his and pulling her away.

The opal-eyed woman tossed him a glance over her shoulder before turning away once more and heading off with her husband.

Well. That was odd. The Uchiha could sense the tension between his assistant and her husband the moment he appeared. She turned into a nervous, stuttering wreck the moment the blonde showed up – more so than she usually was. She was definitely afraid of him. Sasuke could tell. But why? Sure, he seemed a bit… much before and Hinata looked like the type to scare easily, but that didn't warrant her fear of her husband. And that look she gave him a while ago, it was like she was pleading with him, begging him to do something, help her, protect her maybe. Something was definitely going on with the Uzumaki couple.

They sat quietly in Naruto's car, the male squeezing the stirring wheel tightly until his knuckles turned white.

"You couldn't call me?" he asked finally.

Hinata stared down at her hands, biting her bottom lip before quietly answering. "I w-was unaware of the t-time."

"That's bullshit, you know it right," he said to her, surprisingly calm.

Hinata squeezed her eyes shut, forbidding the tears she felt building in her eyes from falling.

"Look at me, Hinata. Look at me damn it!" he shouted at her, grabbing her by her chin and forcing her head to face him.

Her white eyes snapped open, glazed over with tears.

"Stop fucking crying. Stop it."

She sniffled and blinked her eyes, trying to force back the tears.

"Sometimes I feel like you do these things purposely to piss me off. You love getting under my skin, don't you? Don't you?" he shouted at her.

"N-no I –"

"Don't fucking lie to me! Why is it that you'd rather be anywhere but with me? You'd do anything to get away from me wouldn't you? Wouldn't you?"

"N-no Naruto I –"

"You what? You're sorry? You love me? Give me a break, Hinata! Save that shit for the birds… What were you doing with him, huh? What were you two up to why you couldn't remember what fucking time it was?"

Hinata stared up at her husband. He was enraged, that much was for sure. His eyes were bloodshot and crazy, his teeth bared at her as he waited for her to answer him.

"I… we… we were…"

"Bitch you better answer me. 3… 2…"

"We had an interview! I-I… there were so m-many qu-questions, Naruto. I-I was a-annoyed. I w-wanted to leave, h-honest to God I did! You have to be-believe me…" she pleaded with him.

Naruto released her chin and stared at her. His wife was beautiful as scared as she was. Even with her teary-eyes and skin paled in fear, she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his entire life. If only she loved him the way he loved her. If only she felt the way he did, saw it the way he saw it, they could be happy then. After he died, they just hadn't been the same. She seemed so cold, so distant from him. He wanted to connect with her but she wouldn't let him in, wouldn't let him see her anymore. Who was she?

"You are a liar," he said evenly. "Why should I believe you?"

"Because I-I… I love you," she said to him.

He knew it was a lie. A beautiful, tragic lie.

He leaned in and kissed her, bruising her lips with his. She responded to him as he would have ordinarily wanted her to, her fingers curling in his hair and her lips moving under his. For a moment he forgot that he was angry, forgot that their marriage was falling apart. He pulled back eventually, staring down at her face.

"That's not good enough," he said to her at last, his brows crunching together.

It wasn't. She didn't love him, all she did was lie to him. All she did was try to please him, avoid having to deal with him. She wanted nothing to do with him honestly and it pissed me off.

"I can't even stomach looking at you half of the time."

Hinata bit back her sobs. Her husband was cruel. Why? Why was he doing these things to her? Why couldn't he just leave her be? Leave her alone? Let her continue her life without him? She wouldn't even ask for a divorce, she knew how badly that would look on his political career, but she needed to be away from him. She didn't want this anymore.

"Naruto I –" she started, tears sliding out of her opal orbs and down her cheeks.

Suddenly she couldn't stop it. The sobs kept coming and coming, her chest rising and falling hysterically. She blew it. He was going to hit her. He was going to shut her up. She was having a panic attack, her heart began beating furiously and sweat broke out against her skin.

"Cut it out damn it! Just stop! Stop!"

And just like she knew he would, he swung at her, his fist crunching against her nose and lip, blood sweeping from her nostril and gums, sending her body against the door, her head slamming against window and her eyes rolling back. Darkness followed.

*Haha yes I did use "Fuwa Sho" from Skip Beat. Lol I couldn't think of any japanese pop stars nor did I feel like making up a name so I used a fictional japanese pop star lol get over it.

Anyway, hope you all liked that chapter. I feel that it was sort of boring, but then I feel that way about all of my stories, I just can't bring myself to love them yet. I think once they are complete I will fall in love with them. If you're looking for the next chapter to CME rest assured, I will try to get that up either tomorrow (10-20-10) or thursday (10-21-10). Review onegaishimasu.