Thank you so much for you're constant support and wonderful reviews, reading them gets me so pumped ready to write more. I'm just so happy. So without further ado I present to you... (drum role) please. Chapter 12!

Chapter 12

A loud thud echoed through the room as the lifeless body hit the floor. Red liquid absorbed and soaked deep into the blue carpet. Madara's murderer hovered over his face for a few seconds, continuing to breath rapidly. His shaking hands cocked the gun, readying another bullet. He then turn and bolted to the desk, waving the death machine frantically. The man then slammed one fist onto the counter and the other aimed the gun at Hinata's petrified face. "Gimmi all the fucking money you got or I'll blow your brains!"

The girl couldn't process what had just happened in the past five seconds. One minute Madara was about to close up shop then the next he gets shot?! This wasn't happening. It couldn't be. No she was safely at home with her mother father and Neji. They were all one happy family watching tv together. Everything was ok nothing can hurt her... right?

"Move bitch! Give me the money dammit!" She still remained frozen in place, her thoughts traveling too fast to think of something to do. When cold metal made contact with sweating skin, adrenaline kicked in and Hinata slowly reached for the register and opened its draw. A dozen or so crumpled notes barely filled the otherwise empty case. Fragile fingers clenched the paper and quickly shoved the wad of cash on the desk. She was so fast that some fell on the floor. "Pick. It. Up." The customer commanded slowly exaggerating each syllable. This time with more care she got on her knees and picked up the discarded bills scrunching them into her hand as she collected them. At this angle the 16 year old was able to catch a glimpse of the stock cupboard. The door carelessly swung open, thankfully without a squeak, as Hidan emerged, stopped for a second and they made brief eye contact then instinctively he shot behind the door.

"Come on, come on. What's taking so long?!" Hinata shot back up with the scrunched money and added it to the small pile. The gunman stared at it for a few seconds then at the empty cash register and back to the money. "No. No no no! This can't be it! Where's the rest?! There has to be more- You're hiding it from me ain't cha? Yea I know, you people are like trained to store the cash in like a massive safe thing am I right." "Uh-" "shaddup. I saw it on Tv once. How them people in America handle a shootout. The staff are trained to only hand out a little dough to keep the good stuff safe." "B-but this is all of it-" "BULLSHIT!" He yelled slamming the base of the revolver into her head. She fell to the floor and clenched her throbbing head while silently sobbing. There was little Hinata could do. If she didn't give him more money she was sure to end up like Madara. Her only hope was to stall for time in the hopes that Hidan could somehow get help. The last load of cash had already been taken from the safe so there was no money left... but he didn't know that.

Clenching her head, Hinat got up and as calmly as possible said, "Right this way... The safe is in the back..." "See I knew you had it. Stubborn Bitch. Now turn around." Confused, the girl did as he said narrowing her eyes as she wondered what his motives were. "Now take me to the safe- and no funny business. You show even a hint of suspicion- Bam! You get it?" "yes." She squeaked. Slowly, she walked around the counter and the man followed close, pressing the gun into her back. She made sure to walk extra slow, they could just be the last she ever takes.

As she made her way to the stock room, many possibilities ran through her head. She could push a stack or DVDs over him giving her time to flee. It was dark and maybe she could try loose him in the room. But then she had Hidan to consider. Hinata hoped he had fled through the emergency exit to get help. I mean she did make it obvious that they would be entering the room so he must have gone. "Good" she thought. Even if she still hated the guy, knowing he was safe loosened some weight off her shoulders. But then there was the possibility he'd run off and leave her behind. What if he didn't get help. This was the perfect opportunity for him to get his own back for everything she said and did. For going out with Sasuke, for kissing him and making Hidan jealous. But, he wouldn't just let her die here...

Would he?

They had reached the door and now just paces from the empty safe. There was only a matter of seconds to act. If she did nothing and the gunman saw what was or, more exactly, was not in the safe that revolver would surely be the death of her. She could hear it now, the echo of the blast that would ring through her ears, everything would go red and then there would be nothing. Now. She had to do it now!

As the man's gaze shifted to that of the unfamiliar surroundings , Hinata forcefully pushed a shelf crammed full of VHS tapes onto him. The crash cased a domino effect, causing the rest of the shelves to fall, further trapping him. "Fuck!" The moment the terrorist fell, Hinata bolted for the fire exit. The little green light came closer as she ran as fast as she had ever done in her entire life. "You bitch!" He screeched, now realising the situation. She ran faster and pushed her legs harder to greater the distance as much as possible. The employee was sprinting so fast that she failed to notice the pile of boxed in time. When she saw it there was nothing she could do. Hinata's body fell like a marionette who's strings had been cut. It was her face that slammed against the coldness of the concrete first. The contents of the many storage units poured everywhere making what the gunman had experienced seem almost pleasant.

For a second everything was black. When she regained conscience a strange oval like shape blurred as it approached then slowly became less distorted. Soon it began to have features. Two white circles... Wait no they were eyes, wild eyes that emitted rage but something else, something worse. Pleasure. The man stooped towards the little girl that lay sprawled out amongst the stores merchandise. His actions mimicked that of a zombie. His body was covered in bruises and bumps. Hinata's muscles strained when she attempted to get up. A heavy boot pinned her chest back to the ground as the gun was placed between her eye. With one large, insane, smile the man cackled, "Now die, you bi-"

Suddenly he was tacked to the ground. Another figure was on top of him and both seemed to writher and struggle. "Hidan!" Hinata moaned unable to do anything but watch the events unfold. There was an intense battle for suppression of the other. Both hands were intertwined as they both tried to claim ownership of the gun. BANG!... BANG BANG!

"HIDAN!" Hinata screamed. Ignoring the immense pain she scrambled over to the men on both hands and knees. A pool of blood grew around them. The gunman's face was full of holes, jaw hung open and eyes stared wider then they had ever before. Hinata clambered on top of her coworker, turned him over with all her strength and grasped desperately onto his cheeks. "Hidan! Hidan!" There was a pause before a cocky smile grew on his handsome face. Amethyst eyes stared into lilac. "Hey." Tears of joy uncontrollably flew down her flushed cheeks as she hugged him tight. "Hidan! I'm so glad y-you're a-al-aaaaaahhhh." Her delicate hands clung onto his now damp shirt. He in return gently stroked her silky hair. They stayed like that for a minute or so before Hinata and Hidan helped each other up with some difficulty.

Arms supporting one another, they slowly staggered out of the dark room into the main part of the store. "We (huff) need to (huff) call the... Police." Hidan panted. He seemed to get heavier the further they went until Hinata could barely support him. She struggled to continue so quickly eased him to the floor and rested his back against the wall. "What's wrong?" Hinata asked crouching next to him as she scanned his body. His eyes scrunch in pain but a forced smile assured, "I'm... fine~r-really." She noticed his hand was balled into a fist clenching the lower half of his stomach. In the light she could see his white shirt had splurges of red and pinks that seemed to spread.

Both of her hands grasped his own and slowly lifted it revealing the bloody mess underneath. Instantly her eyes met his, "Hidan!" She hastily took her shirt off, ripping some buttons in the process. Hinata scrunched her top in a ball and pushed it hard against the oozing wound. "Sorry." He chuckled with sad eyes. "You think this is funny?!" She cried. "I'm gonna call an ambulance-hang on and keep pressure on this." She instructed pulling out her phone. "Hina..." He weakly called. Hinata put the mobile to her ear after dealing the three digit number. "Hello!? Y-yes... Ambulance please...of corse um well it's the Blockbuste- eh?! No, no, no! This can't be happening! Stupid phone! Why'd you have to die now of all times?!" The girl forcefully threw the device to the floor. "Hinata." Hidan called, limply grabbing her arm.

She turned to meet his gaze, eyes full of tears. "It's ok. Don't worry about me." He smiled. "No it's not ok. Don't you get it?! You'll die if we don't get the wound treated! You've already lost so much blood." She cried applying pressure back to his red soaked shirt. She went silent for a while, contemplating what action to take. "Hina..." He called softly, "I know you hate me... And I'm not expecting you... To forgive me but there's something I need to tell you before I- ." "That's enough! Y-you're going to be fine..." Hinata interrupted. Hidan stroked her hair and pulled her close to his chest. She could hear the weak beating of his heart.

"And I don't... Hate you. I mean... You really hurt my feelings" For a moment her eyes reflected pain, "but you were right... About Sasuke." She admitted looking at the ground ashamed. His eyebrows lifted and for a moment, he wasn't sure if what he heard was true. After a second he smiled petting her head weakly. She looked up at him and seeing his smile made her world feel as if it had stopped. It was just her and him, no one else and nothing else mattered at this moment. As his heavy eyes turned cloudy he managed to mutter, "Hinata." His grip loosened, sliding to the blood stained carpet. She held his cold hand and looked up to his pale face, "Yes?"

"I... love you."

More tears, happy tears, flowed and Hinata smiled almost as bright as he did. But his eyes soon closed and that smile faded. His heart beat less frequently until it thumped no more. "Hi... Dan?" She called, shaking his limp body. There was no response. The girl looked down to his wound and to her horror found most of his white shirt red "Hidan!"