Hi everyone! Did you miss me? Of course you did! Lol. Well, it's been far too long before I updated this story. To be honest, idk what I was doing really. I was all over the place. It's April 10th, 2011 and my senior year in high school is basically over. All of May is "Senior Month" so I won't be doing anything too profound so I'm hoping to update EVERY LAST ONE OF MY STORIES. That's a promise I'm officially making to all of my readers/fans. Hahahaha. Let's hope I stick to it, ne? Anyway, on to the story, I do hope you enjoy it and since I have no life, I'm hoping to have the next one up sometime this week. =D

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All For Love

Abandoned

Things had been running smoothly since Hinata had moved in. Every morning he would make to the smell of breakfast being made in his kitchen and every night he would return home with dinner already prepared for him. He wasn't sure how she did it, but she had somehow wiggled herself into his heart. He had told himself that his feelings for her were only friendly, but the slight fluttering in his chest whenever she smiled at him told him otherwise.

As time wore on, he had grown accustomed to her presence. He looked forward to coming home knowing that she would be there, waiting for him with a warm plate and a pretty smile. He found himself wanting to do things for her, working his ass off to get a smile from her – it was all he lived for nowadays. Whenever she spoke of finding a place of her own to live it, it pained him. He didn't want her to leave – he liked her living with him. Sometimes he felt that he was being selfish, keeping her locked up in his apartment would make him no better than her husband.

Naruto. The man had often crossed Sasuke's mind. He knew it would be only a matter of time before he would come looking for his wife, or before someone spotted her. This was what was running through Sasuke's mind before he flicked on the television one night.

"Uzumaki Naruto…" the raven-haired male said under his breath, staring out at the TV screen. The worst that could happen finally happened. He had known he had seen her husband before, it made sense now. He was the democratic nominee for Prime Minister. They were in a lot of trouble then.

"Sasuke-kun…" he heard her voice struggling from some part of the apartment. It wasn't long before her small frame came swinging around the corner, a small smile plastered to her lips. "What would you like to eat?"

The male swallowed past the lump that had lodged itself in his throat, shutting the TV off and standing up. He almost suggested they go out to eat when he remembered what he had just seen. There was no way now that he could take her out in the daytime. They'd more than likely be caught. It had taken him a week to do it, but her husband had filed a missing person's report on his wife. The whole country now knew what her face looked like. He knew politicians were shady, but he had never experienced it like this before.

"Anything you make should be fine," he said after a while, his eyes trained on her.

The Hyuuga recognized that look – it was the very same one she used to receive when she was younger. He pitied her. But why? For what? If it was because of Naruto he was a bit late with that emotion. By now the circumstances should have set in, why did he now just understand it? It couldn't have been that.

"Is… something wrong?" she asked him quietly, her feet taking her a few steps closer to him.

Sasuke cleared his throat, turning his gaze down from her. It would do her no good if he began pitying her. If anything, it would only make things worse for her. If he was truly going to be a friend to her then he'd need to help her through this as best as he could. How he was going to do it was beyond him. But at any rate, she needed to know the position her husband had but them both in. "Hinata," he started slowly, earning himself a questioning look from the fair lady.

"You can't stay here anymore," he said awkwardly to her, his brows knotting together slightly.

Hinata continued to stare at him for a moment or two before nodding her head in understanding. She left her place by the wall and walked to his bedroom in order to fetch her things. "Wait," he called to her. "I'm not finished yet."

Hinata paused, her back facing him. She wasn't willing to face him fully, not when her eyes were swelling with tears. She bit her bottom lip gently, her pale hues focusing down at her feet.

"I'm not kicking you out," he started slowly, trying to find the right words. "We need to get you to a much safer place, the last place you're husband will think to find you."

She dried her eyes, sniffling back a few tears, before turning around to face him. "What do you mean?" she asked quietly.

"All of Japan knows you're missing," he answered. "Uzumaki held a press conference this morning, telling the country about your absence, even going as far as putting out a reward."

Hinata frowned, her brows creasing slightly. She should have known Naruto wasn't going to let this go. He would never let her just leave. She was chained to him forever it seemed. The last couple of days had been relaxing and she had allowed herself to breath easily – an obvious mistake on her part.

"Wh-what should I do?" she asked him, fiddling with her fingers.

Naruto wouldn't go away, he wouldn't leave her alone. She could feel her heart drumming wildly in her chest as thoughts of her husband swarmed her mind. Her pale eyes filled with tears but she pushed them back, not quite willing to allow herself to cry in front of Sasuke.

"I'm not sure," he answered honestly, sitting down on the sofa.

Hinata watched as he ran a hand through his hair, his features grim as he began to think. It was obvious to her that her presence was straining on him. He didn't owe her anything; he didn't have to look out for her. Hinata wasn't even sure why he had volunteered to help her out. Naruto was such a bastard that if he knew Sasuke was helping her he'd probably have him arrested, say he kidnapped his wife, or something like that. It was a very 'Naruto' way of doing things. The frail woman looked down at her shoes.

Sasuke, looking up from his coffee table, turned his onyx gaze onto her.

"Don't worry, I'll figure something out," he told her, gently, standing up and moving towards her.

God, what was wrong with her? Why did she always need someone to take care of her? She was a grown woman, quite capable of looking out for herself – at least she should be. All her life, she was always relying on someone to take care of things for her. She figured it was why she was in the situation she was in now. If only she wasn't so useless, so utterly worthless, she could take care of herself. Maybe then she'd have the strength to ask for a divorce. Goodness, why hadn't she asked for one? It was possibly all the blows to the head that had clouded her thoughts. She worried her bottom lip between her teeth, barely noticing Sasuke until he was there, circling her in his arms.

He had touched her before, but never like this. It was usually accidental brushing of fingers or limbs, stepping on her feet or almost stumbling over here. This time was different. This time he was touching her on purpose. Her heart pounded in her chest, drumming madly against her ribcage. The small woman could feel heat bubbling under her skin as he pulled her close to his chest.

"You'll be safe," he told her softly, patting her head.

Nervously, she nodded her head, trying not to notice how hard his body was in comparison to her much smaller and softer frame. His hands lingered, holding her close to him still. For weeks, he had wanted to do this. Nothing had seemed more appealing than holding her, feeling her pressed against him so perfectly. He ran his fingers through her hair, allowing himself a few more moments of peace before putting some distance between them at last.

Hinata looked up at him, her face red and her eyes nervous. He stared down at her for a moment or so, the temptation to pull her to him again and close his lips around hers was strong, but he pushed it away – there were more important things to worry about; he could worry about her lips later. Finally, he pulled away from her completely; offering her what he hoped was a pleasant smile.

"I promise."

Hinata nodded her head, butterflies still bubbling in the pit of her stomach. Vaguely, she remembered when Naruto used to give her that feeling. He wasn't always so awful, she kept telling herself that. The fact that he was more than awful now out weighed their past however. She wished things had turned out differently for them; truly, she had loved him at one point. That love however had died and been reborn as something else less pleasant. Every punch to the face, kick to the side, only aided in her hate for her husband.

Despite her troubling thoughts, she gave this man a smile, a smile that had him wanting to hold her close again. He knew better though and walked into his kitchen, ready to see what she had left over in the fridge.

Hinata watched as he walked away, part of her longing for the closeness he offered and the other part knowing it was safer if they kept their distance. From the beginning, she had some sort of attraction to him and even now she was unable to explain what caused it. All she knew was that whenever she saw him her heart did something strange and she found herself stuttering more around him than she did in her entire life. She wasn't sure what she should do with her feelings, but she knew having them would do her – or him – any good.

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She waited until he was asleep before she decided to leave. She had packed her clothes neatly into a duffle bag she had found in the coat closet out by the front door, feeling a little bad for stealing it. Most of her bad feelings were coming from the fact that she was leaving in the first place. She knew it was good manners to tell Sasuke that she was leaving instead of sneaking off in the middle of the night, but if he knew he'd stop her no doubt. Also, she felt bad about leaving Sasuke in general. She would miss him. It was only then that allowed herself to admit the feelings she was harboring for the dark haired male. He was such a contrast to Naruto, present and past. He was aloof and indifferent, but not heartless. He was kind and gentle with her, always making sure that she was comfortable and okay, in his own 'Sasuke way'. She liked him. A lot.

She could feel tears burning the back of her eyes as she began thinking of being without him. It hadn't been that long since she lived with the Uchiha, about a month and a half, but she felt more safe and more comfortable with him in that time than she had in the past three years with anyone else. Sniffing back her tears, she slinked the duffle bag over her shoulder and headed out the front door, shutting it softly behind her.

The battered woman brought herself down to the train station and purchased a ticket with a little money she had. Her long dark hair was let down in order to hide her face lest anyone recognize her – she could pull it up once she reached her destination, the country side. No one would recognize her there. People seldom paid attention to politics there so she figured it to be a safe hiding spot. She only hoped the 400,000 yen she brought with her would last until she could find a place to stay and a job. She was good with cooking and cleaning, she hoped she could find a live in job some where. She pushed her thoughts a side however, she could worry about the detail later, all that matter now was getting out of the city and further away from Naruto.

"Papa, papa, I'm hungry," a tiny voice complained, earning Hinata's attention.

He was a small little thing, no bigger than four feet and possibly around that age as well. He had large, brown eyes and messy black hair with a fat face. His lips were red and pouty as he stared up at his father with an annoyed expression. The child continued to tug on his father's sleeve until the man looked down at him. "I promise you can eat as soon as we get on the train, Takumi-kun," the father assured him.

Takumi.

Hinata stared at the little boy, her eyes watching him carefully. He reminded her so much of Akira, her beautiful Akira. Her heart began hammering in her chest as memories of her son filled her mind.

"Mom-mee," the small child said softly, trying the words out for the first time.

Hinata stared down at her baby, smiling happily at his attempt to say her name. He was so chubby and cute with his fat cheeks, arms and legs. He had a lot of hair too, thick and golden like his father's and pure white eyes that matched her own. He was unusual looking, but in a good way - it was almost god-like, like some sort of hybrid cross from human and god. Hinata grinned at her thoughts, she supposed all parents thought their children were higher entities of some sort. She patted his head.

"That's it Akira-kun. Mommy."

The child smiled and giggles wildly, laughter bubbling out of his small chest. "Mom-mee!"

Hinata couldn't help but smile at him more. She loved her child so much, more than anything. She never knew a love like this was even possible. The best part was this small, amazing little boy was half her and half the man she had promised God she would spend the rest of her life with and gladly so. Naruto Uzumaki.

"Say Daddy, Akira," a deep voice encouraged from behind her.

She watched as her son's eyes widened and a bright smile broke across his face as he looked past her. She turned her head and smiled at her husband, receiving in return the same loving smile.

"Daddy's home Akira. Can you say Daddy?" she asked the baby, turning to look at him again.

The chubby baby smiled at it's mother before furrowing its brows and trying out the new word. "Da... Da..." the baby struggled out, frowning in it's attempt. "Dad-Deeee."

Both Hinata and Naruto clapped their hands, praising their child for a job well done.

"Good job, Akira," Naruto said, kneeling down by the bed next to his wife and staring up at Akira who sat on the edge.

Hinata shook her head, forcing herself to stop thinking about the two of them. It would do her no good. She couldn't go on like this, remembering such things. She loved Akira with all of her heart and when he died, she wanted to die too. She wanted to be where he was, she wanted to be with her baby in heaven. Earth was too painful, it was too hard to live without him. She only knew him for a short time, but he was everything to her, she felt like her whole life she spent it waiting on him to complete it. Ever since Akira died she felt empty. Naruto had been no help.

Hinata dried her tears with the back of her hand and stood up from her spot on the bench when the train finally pulled up. She did her best to ignore the father and son as she walked onto the train, vaguely wondering what a small child was doing out so late, but deciding to ignore it. She sat down in a comfortable, cushioned chair by the window, placing her bag in the seat next to her so that no one would attempt to sit beside her. She need not worry about that however, she should have been worried about who would sit in front of her because no sooner than she placed the bag down did the father and son take the two seats in front of her.

She swallowed past the lump that had lodged itself in her throat as she noticed Takumi's profile through the space between the two seats. He looked up at his father and complained again about his hunger, smiling when his father handed him a zip lock bag containing a small sandwich with the crust sliced off. This would be a long six hours.

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Sasuke woke up that morning and knew automatically that something was wrong. He forced himself out of his bed and headed towards her room, pushing the door open and peering into the empty bedroom. She was gone. He stormed into her bedroom, looking all around for any signs that she had been forcibly removed, it was silly he knew it. He would have heard it if someone had kidnapped her, but he needed to check anyway. Her bed was made the same way she made it every morning before getting up which told him she left calmly. He went over to her closet and opened it, finding it mostly filled, a few items of clothing missing, the same for her drawers, except for the underwear which she had taken all of. She had left him. Abandoned him.

Abandoned.

Why had he felt abandoned? He hadn't known her long, a little over a month. She hadn't abandoned him, she simply left. Yes, she left, she didn't abandon him. But wasn't it the same thing? Wasn't leaving someone behind and abandoning them the same thing? It was the same thing. Only... it implied something. It implied that they were more than they really were. They weren't. He was her boss and he was simply helping her to get out of a bad situation. She had decided she didn't want his help anymore and left...in the middle of the night...without saying goodbye. That was all. That was all there was to it. But why did he feel like there was more? Hinata was not his. She did not belong to him, but to another. However, she didn't want to belong to that person. So then he -

Sasuke shook his head, pushing his thoughts away. It didn't matter. She was gone which meant he had less to worry about. She was a burden on him anyway. She probably realized this and left. She was always so polite, worrying about other people more than she did herself. It made sense, that's what happened.

Sasuke allowed himself to leave her bedroom, no, his guest room. His feet carried him out to the kitchen in order to look for breakfast, the gnawing in his stomach was telling him it was time to eat. Hinata used to have breakfast ready for him by the time he woke up. He would come out and find her standing over the table, placing a glass down and filling it with orange juice or a mug with black coffee. She'd smile at him and greet him pleasantly, never failing in making him eternally grateful for having her around.

The male pushed his thoughts away and open up his refrigerator to find dozens of tub-a-wear stacked up on the shelves inside. He pulled them out and expected them one by one, each containing some sort of food. She had cooked him breakfast, lunch and dinner for the next month it seemed. All the containers carried a sticky note with reheating instructions and what time of day he should eat them. The male couldn't help but crack a grin.

"You impossibly confusing, selfish, woman!" he laughed bitterly, staring down at what was left behind for him.

She was driving him crazy, here or not here. There was no way he was going to be able to forget about her now. It would have been better had she said something, spoken up, he would have gladly let her go. Wouldn't he? Sasuke wasn't sure and that puzzled him. He sat back against the counter, placing his hands back on the counter top and fixing a hard gaze on the food she had cooked for him.

He hadn't been this confused in a long while. He had never harbored strong feelings for a woman, and doubted he did now. He knew that he liked Hinata and he most certainly cared about her, but as far as keeping her around, he couldn't make up his mind. He had never fought for a woman, his previous girlfriends could testify for that. No, he did not treat them badly, in fact he actually took good care of those women. He took them out like any good boyfriend would, introduced them to his family when the time came around and listened intently to everything they said to him, but as far as chasing them when they said they wanted to leave, he didn't. He never got too attached to anyone so if they wanted to leave he allowed it. Sure, he missed their company every now and then, but he was never broken up over it. If a woman wanted to leave him then she had every right to do so. But Hinata was different.

He told himself, and would probably tell anyone who asked him, that if she wanted to leave he would allow it at any time, and yet... staring at the food she had made for him, remembering all of the joyful smiles she gave him, the fun conversations they had, he knew that if she said she wanted to leave, he would have tried to convince her not to. She wasn't his girlfriend, but he knew he would go to great lengths to keep her with him - he already had done a lot to ensure her safety as it was. This brows creased as he began thinking further. If only she had allowed him the opportunity; he would have...done something.

Right then he felt at a loss. He wasn't sure what to do but he knew he had to get her back. But firstly, he had to figure out why she had left exactly. Earlier, he thought it might have been because she felt she was a burden, but thinking about it now, that couldn't have been the only reason. There had to be more to it. What if Naruto called her? Did she had a cell phone? Then... if she did have one, why in God's name would she answer his call? Sasuke felt his jaw clench. It couldn't have been something he did because he was certain he was treating her properly. He had been the perfect gentlemen, allowing her her privacy and space, never getting too close to her physically, other than the time he had almost kissed her. God he had wanted to kiss her then.

Sasuke didn't allow himself time to figure out his feelings deeper, instead he packed the food back into the fridge because he had better things to do, like finding Hinata. He didn't know how he was going to do it, but he knew he needed to find her. He wasn't sure what he'd say to her, when he actually did find her; all he knew was that he needed to be where she was in order for the weird feeling of abandonment to go away. He needed to be with her. Wherever she was.

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