I don't own naruto
Hinata had been thinking again, and whenever she allowed her mind to wonder, it never resulted in anything pleasant. Lately she had been trapped in this rut of dark depressing thoughts, it was exhausting and it left her feeling drained and reduced to an old embittered cynical woman, at the tender age of twenty.
Suspecting the hormonal turbulence currently reeking havoc in her body, may have some part to play in her melancholy. Glancing down and placing her hands on the barely visible swell of her stomach. She became resolute, in emulating that resilient and devil may care nature she adored so much in others.
Think positive she told herself and failed almost immediately; every time she conjured up an image with a positive out come. She couldn't help but burn holes in it, pick out flaws, and belittle herself for being so naïve and stupid to ever had entertained such a notion.
That would of course bring her back full circle, she would sigh look down and have a sardonic smirk on her lips, mock herself for her own pessimism.
Until she feel a gentle tug on her hair. Sasuke walking soundlessly beside her, with his impassive features and his gaze solely focused on the path ahead. He'd been idly brushing his hand against the tips of her hair, and had a few strands caught in-between his knuckles. She doubted that he was even aware of the slight contact.
Or even realize that he had started to unconsciously step closer to her so their shoulders brushed. Sasuke so damaged so fragile, paranoid and always alert. Trusted her completely, that he no longer noticed her presence, as if she had become a natural extension of himself.
This fact, and Sasuke himself, didn't fill her with awe or hope, but he is beautiful in his madness, and reminded her she honestly didn't care what happened.
Leaning over and gently placing a soft kiss on this neck just beneath his jaw. He jolted alert slightly in response, she was right he had forgotten she was there. He stepped aside to allow a small gap to form between them.
He would never consciously be clingy or allow himself the pleasure of little comforts and affectiona. Such as holding hands or idly wasting time talking. She wanted him to smile for her, that beautiful smile she had only seen once before, she needed him to smile for her.
It was moments like these were she missed Kiba the most, she'd often fantasize about how it would be, for him to be the one standing next to her, how it would be to carry his child.
For it to be Naruto's. No she shook her head violently, she couldn't go on torturing her self like this, her eyes wet from the tears that were starting to form.
She glared at Sasuke almost resentfully but with a pang of longing and loneliness. Why wouldn't he give her what she needed, why can't he give her what she needed. At that moment she felt like lashing out for his ignorance.
And then he performed a simple action that brought all the thought to naught and drained away all of her anger. He placed a hand gently on her stomach gazed at it as if holding a silent conversation. Then he carried on walking.
Yes, he was most definitely beautiful in his madness.