Chapter four
Dinner and a smile
A/N: Yeah! Chapter four! =
Enjoy!
Also, before you read I'd like to let you know that this chapter greatly contradicts the summary I wrote for the story. Actually, Hinata opposes the idea and that's what she's supposed to do at first. As the story progresses, you'll see that this chapter specifically contradicts everything.
Itachi will be slightly OOC…okay maybe more then slightly but I won't make him completely IC.
"You're really going to do this, Hinata?" Hanabi, my younger sister, asked me. She had been sprawled out onto my bed while I was taking clothes out of my closet and throwing the hangers into a pile. She didn't have classes until that afternoon so she had decided to give me a visit.
I nodded and threw a hanger. "Of course…why wouldn't I?"
Hanabi laughed. "Oh, I don't know…maybe because you're moving in with this single hot guy and you, yourself, aren't married." She had sat up and looked at me. "One can have temptations, you know."
I kept taking clothes down. "Yeah, a single hot guy with kids. And I would never think about Sasuke in that way. What would I look like if I decided to have a relationship with him?" For a moment it felt as if I were still in high school and Hanabi in middle school
Hanabi shrugged. "Well now that he's back on the market, with you moving in it will look like you're with him."
I shook my head. "If Sasuke does decide to get re-married I don't think he'll pick just anybody. He's very particular, I heard."
"You have a point." Hanabi lifted herself off of my bed and grabbed my cell phone that had been on the floor a few feet away. Not knowing what she was looking at I continued to take my clothes out of my closet. My move was self-gaining. I had the chance to clean out my disorganized closet and throw away the things that I had worn when I was in high school.
"You got a call from Naruto?" I heard Hanabi ask. She sounded confused.
"Yeah, I did."
"What did he want?"
"Dinner and a smile,"
I heard my cell phone close with a snap. Seconds later I felt Hanabi poke my back teasingly. For whatever reason she started giggling. I turned to her and sighed; a frown on my face. Even for an eighteen year old she could fool you into thinking she was twelve.
"You sure are lucky, Hinata. You get all the good-looking guys while I'm stuck with someone like Konohamaru." Hanabi said. "I wish I was like you." She grinned. I sighed and turned back to my closet.
"Yeah, I am lucky." I said quietly. "I get the privilege of living while she's dead." My mood darkened and for a moment I thought I was going to cry. Hanabi groaned and collapsed back onto my bed. I didn't expect her to understand because nobody really did.
"It's been a week since she died, Hinata. It's time to move on! If you don't you'll become like Mr. Yamaguchi. You'll never get married, never have kids, and never be happy!" Hanabi sounded serious and even concerned. She rarely got like that.
I didn't reply to her and kept on taking clothes and hangers out of my closet. Hanabi quieted down after. I had almost thought she had fallen asleep but she spoke up in a solemn tone. What she said made me drop a hanger.
"You should go to dinner with Naruto. You need somebody like him to make you smile because apparently nobody else can make you." She said it as if he were some Savior that I needed to help dry my tears. She had been involved with Naruto emotionally and she probably knew what she was talking about but that didn't mean that I was going to accept it.
"He's a good person…I know he can help you."
At the age of fifteen, almost like every other teen that was out there, she got involved with a group of delinquents'. They weren't your average gang. No, they didn't spray paint buildings or rob stores just for the fun of it. They took the term 'playing with fire' to a whole other level. Well, things got so bad that Hanabi almost got herself raped and killed. Thankfully, Naruto stepped right in and turned everything around. He helped Hanabi get back on track. So in a way he was her Savior who dried her tears.
"And he's good-looking." Hanabi added. "So what have you got to lose?"
I stood still, hoping to let her know that what she said didn't affect me even though it had. Hanabi was truly trying to help me…and what kind of sister would I be if I didn't accept it?
"Alright, Hanabi."
"I'm happy that you're going to live with us, Ms. Hinata." Anemone greeted me as I came upon the entrance of the large house. "Now we have somebody to play with us when Dad's gone." She grinned at me; her green eyes gleaming.
Daisuke, who was standing behind Anemone, nodded. "I'm…I'm happy too." For once in a long time Daisuke wasn't leading Anemone or Kisuke. In fact he was behind both of them and he seemed to be in deep thought. He was still brooding over Sakura's death…
Kisuke merely titled his head at me. "You're not Mommy."
I tried to smile. "You're…you're right Kisuke. I'm not but I'll be your…" I trailed off on my sentence. What exactly, now, was I to them? Mommy was definitely inappropriate and I wasn't sure if I counted as a maid…a live-in nanny maybe?
"Dad said you're going to be like a part of the family now so we, if it was okay with you, could just call you Hinata." Anemone spoke up. "Can we call you that?" A strong wind flew through the entrance fluttering everyone's hair.
Putting my hair back into place, I nodded. "That'll be fine."
Anemone suddenly put her hand into mine. "Dad's not here right now so he told me to take you inside. Uncle Itachi is here right now watching us but I think he can go now since you're here. He told me to bring you to him so you could talk." She explained to me.
Nodding, I let her lead me inside, with Kisuke and Daisuke following. Memories spread out before me as I entered her home, the place where she lived…no, where she had used to live. I could still see things that had belonged to her, like her purse and shoes. It almost seemed as if she were just going to be away for a while…like on a vacation. But she wasn't on a vacation; she was gone…permanently.
I hadn't noticed that Anemone had let go of my hand that she had stepped backwards and closed a door behind her. I also hadn't noticed that I was being studied. Suddenly coming to, I shook my head slightly to rid myself of any painful thoughts.
Noticing that Anemone was no longer by my side, I slowly looked around only to come into contact with dark, alluring eyes. Out of shock I gasped and put my hand over my mouth. Knowing that I just overreacted, I flushed and looked down, muttering an apology.
"Sasuke told me I was to expect something different from you." I heard him say. Just what did that mean? Was Sasuke having private talks about me with his brother, whom I hardly knew? What kind of first impressions was I making?
When I came to look at him directly, I wasn't sure what to say. "Um…thank you?" It came out sounding more like a question and I regretted saying anything at all. Of all the times to say something that made sense, I couldn't say anything.
I never was good at first impressions.
A little shorter than most? I agree but it's short for a reason! A very good reason that I have yet to think of…but anyway, I have a question to ask.
Could any of you see Itachi mocking someone?