(A/N: You know, in this re-write of the story I got rid of a lot of the vague suspense and confusion. I was really disappointed.
And then, like, every review I get says 'damn you and your evil suspense! And the vagueness! You're evil!!'
I'm so happy…
BTW, this chapter is when things go from overly dramatic and suspenseful to lightly hilarious.)
-Untold-
Chapter Four:
Idiotic Banter
'The third trial. Eighty-six days, roughly three months, of physical and emotional strain, ending at dusk and beginning once more at dawn. Depending on who was involved and who was put in charge of it, it will vary; sometimes just random assassins, sometimes your deepest fears. To complete the trial you must be victorious more than two thirds of the time. The punishment for incompletion is expulsion from the trials and eventually, limbo. On the Eighty-seventh day there is said to be one more test.'
So many rules and those were not all.
I know about the third trial. I have had all seven explained to me on constant occasions.
It was the gift they gave me.
The gift that had cost more than I could afford; and yet… I paid the piper.
It was unexpected though.
Why were they using him?
Finally calm enough to think about the 'why's and 'what's of my situation, I sat solemnly in the bed being lent to me. I knew who brought me here. I also knew who bandaged my still aching shoulder.
But why?
My hands twitched and my gaze flickered to my pocket.
Inside, just out of my view, I knew a small lump stayed.
It was broken.
Why do I still keep the small and pointless item…?
It remained with me since I found it as a child.
I'd thought it was so pretty, despite how broken it was even then.
What really made me keep it though was the déjà vu that surged through me the second I touched it.
I still don't recall where it was from. But the déjà vu was enough for me to know… that it pertained to that. I could remember completely if I tried though.
But…
I try not to remember things pertaining to…
How had it made its way to my hands…?
Reaching out with my still sore fingers I tugged it out of my pocket.
He would laugh if he knew.
Knew it had lived through many years…
…knew that I owned it now.
I shook my head and shoved it back into my pocket. No need to concentrate on it.
He was going to be there today as well. I wished he wasn't.
Not because I feared he would kill me this time.
Skipping death wasn't hard for me.
What was hard was trying to forget it.
It was no use. His presence caused fresh memories.
But I could suppress them easily. I had done so my entire life. I could do so now.
I gripped the sheets tighter; I would rather die right here and now than acknowledge him as--
"Wake up you lazy bum!"
I hid under the covers, for once wishing to curse my roommates… my education was none of their business…
That's what I wanted to say, but that was only inspired by having to deal with Uchiha-san and a sore shoulder…
"WAKE UP OR YOUR BUNNY MUG GETS IT!"
My eyes snapped open, oh no she didn't-! Not my bunny mug!
Jumping out of bed I undid the twenty or so locks on my door in record timing, literally pounced out of my room and onto where I knew she would be standing.
Temari glanced up at me mildly before side stepping, my eyes widened at the now fast approaching floor. With gleaming eyes she spoke, "Get dressed, you're gonna be late for school."
I hit the floor with a thud shortly before I looked up at her; she had her normal conceited smirk on…
And no bunny mug in sight.
"Y-you tricked m-me!"
"And I'd do it again." She replied with a smug smile before she walked away, "I've got to get ready for work, you had better be ready and showered by the time I leave."
…you'd almost think she was my older sister instead of simply my land-lady.
I glanced down the hall, another room catching my interest.
Kankuro grumbled and exited the room he shared with Gaara, "Oi, Hinata!"
I shrunk a little as he spoke, approaching me with a tired expression, "Go wake up Gaara, he's moody this morning and I don't want to lose a body-part."
So Gaara was home this morning? I wonder when he got back…
Knocking on the door timidly I called out, "G-Gaara-san? Ar-are you awake?"
No response.
Sighing I opened the door and entered the room I always dreaded having to come into.
It was like a jungle.
Clothes littered everywhere, even hanging from the ceiling, magazines that I refuse to acknowledge tossed about randomly, assorted random items decorating the chaos…
It was amazing how much of a mess two males, who by the way were hardly ever home, could make…
I approached the unnatural lump that I was pretty positive Gaara was under. "Ga-Gaara-san?" I shook the blanket, my hand hesitantly resting on his shoulder, "Gaara-san? C-could you pl-please wake u-up?"
After getting little reaction, I decided to try tactic.
…now what was it Gaara liked again…? A smile lighted my face as I recalled.
"Gaara-san! H-hurry and wa-wake up! Temari-dono's making w-waffles!"
The blanket flew from his body as he made a dash for the kitchen.
I stared at the dust cloud he left behind in mild interest. It was amazing how fast he moved when the phrased treat was involved…
Getting up, I made my way to get dressed for the day.
Entering the kitchen, the first thing I noticed was Gaara glaring at me while Kankuro made bacon, after I saw Kankuro scratch his ass for the third time, I deduced I didn't want any.
Temari entered the kitchen fully dressed with a bright smile, and was only mildly miffed to notice I had changed into my traditional baggy clothes.
A baggy jacket, flip flops and baggy kaki pants that had once belonged to Kankuro.
She wanted me to wear cuter clothes.
Upon observing the other occupants of the kitchen, she growled when she noticed Kankuro making bacon…
…in his boxers.
I blushed when I noticed it as well, averting my gaze and looking at my feet.
"Kankuro!" She walked over and hit him on the head, "You could at least have some decency when Hinata's here! She's around the age when it'll stop being 'Kankuro-baka forgot to get dressed again…' and be 'Oh my god! I'm blind!!'!"
Kankuro scratched his behind once more and shrugged, "Let her go blind…"
I winced as I saw Temari beat the living daylights out of him.
"C-come on Gaara-san, w-we're gonna be l-late and… I-I don't think w-we want that bacon a-anyway…"
He stood and we began our trek, after shutting the front door however he shifted to face me, glaring daggars.
"Ga-Gaara-san…?"
"You owe me."
He continued walking as if nothing had happened and I was left to my confusion…
'Owe what…?'
I wondered mildly what I had done to deserve this.
Narrowed eyes "Move."
A cocky smirk, "No."
I shrunk in my seat; the two had been glaring at each other since we arrived. Gaara usually sits in front of me, which I am perfectly fine with. He didn't ask questions and hardly ever spoke to me.
What I don't understand, is why Gaara was insisting that Uchiha surrender his position. Not that I minded, I wasn't fond of sitting next to him.
I still got angry thinking about it.
But I calmed down easily enough; it did amaze me that he could cause me anger…
…I haven't felt angry, or passionate, since--
I clenched my eyes shut.
"J-just sit down."
I whispered it but they seemed to hear regardless, "What was that?" Uchiha asked, turning towards me.
"Just. S-sit. Down." I ground out, I refused to open my eyes and acknowledge them. When I opened them again, the tension would disperse and they would be sitting down.
I wasn't good at lying, even to myself.
A small argument began.
Neither moved.
My eye twitched.
Swiftly, I sent a kick where I knew Uchiha would be sitting.
"Hey!" a thud.
I felt a small amount of sadistic satisfaction at sending him to the floor.
"What the hell was that for?!" he hissed at me, I couldn't see him due to my eyes that remained shut, but I was positive he was sending me a venomous glare.
Some more bickering ensued between Gaara and the assassin, I rubbed my forehead, they were both stoic, why were they arguing?
"Shut up!" now let me be the first to tell you, I don't yell often. In fact, it could and has been said that I am far too soft spoken.
Which is why silence reined the class room after my exclamation.
My face flushed a deep red, but I paid no mind as I turned to the source of my irritated attitude and his accomplice.
"I-I hate sitting n-next to anyone, m-much less Uchiha-teme!" I was angry, I was fuming, my words were coated in venom, "H-however, I h-have no choice in th-the matter."
The two stared at me with wide eyes, but I merely continued my tirade, "W-what the hell i-is your p-problems?! Were you dropped a-as children?!" the stress was releasing… I closed my eyes, I have to calm down. Getting angry isn't like me. I need to calm down.
Outside the classroom a boy stood, hand poised to knock when he heard a familiar voice… yelling, on the other end…
"-were you d-dropped as ch-children?!" he raised an eyebrow; this was an interesting turn of events…
((Ending Notes: Whoot! Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter XD lol, Hinata's getting angry… OOC! Ack! I try to keep her as in character as possible while still remaining close to the original plot line but it tis difficult… waahh…
More characters coming soon! Yatta!!
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