Author's Note: I'm sorry that I couldn't post this earlier, but my computer was acting up, so I typed this up. R&R.
Disclaimer: I don't, never shall, and never have owned Naruto.
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Chapter 4: Welcome to our Home, and you are?
Hinata's POV
Hinata woke up stiff, tied to a pole, and very confused. She looked at the wooden pole connecting her wrists to her legs. It looked old, and rather fragile. She tested its flexibility. It bent nearly double, and suddenly, it snapped!
Hinata froze. The noise of snapping wood echoed around the small area. She thought she heard footsteps, and she held her breath. After a few minutes, she exhaled softly. Noone had heard the sound. Hinata looked back at the pole. Her wrists and legs were tied tight, so she began sawing the ropes with the splintered bits of wood.
When she was free, she worked of rubbing the life back into her limbs. Once she could feel the blood flowing through her limbs, she got up. She had to grab onto the doorknob to stedy herself. Hinata turned the knob, and cautiously peeped around the door.
She found herself in a hall made of pure oak and mahogany. Pictures and windows covered the place. She had to admit that the room did look beautiful. Then she noticed the spiral staircase leading down. Hinata tip-toed down the stairs, and stoped at the edge of the platform.
There were two open-doored rooms, and another halway, leading to a large door. Hinata saw the man whos eye she had spit in making pancakes in a huge kitchen. The man who had tackled her was sitting on a couch watching television. Hinata decided to take her chances, so she steped down, into the hallway. Just as she was passing the "tackler", a voice said, "You can stop right there missie."
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Kabuto's POV
"I heard you coming down the stairs a while ago. It was a valuable try, but nobody has ever passed, or snuck up on me without my knowledge. You are no exception." Kabuto said, not even turning to face Hinata. "Come, sit by me." He finally turned to face her. She looked scared. He smiled, "Don't worry, I don't bite."
Hinata slowly came forward, and sat on the far end of the couch. This amused Kabuto. 'Well at least she has some caution. DAMN! Why is she so…' He tried to search for the right word. Then he noticed that she was near the front door. 'Crap!' "Hey wait," he yelled. "Don't touch the door…" ZZZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP!!! "Knob." He said meakly. Hinata lay on the ground, staring at the knob which had electricuted her. Her shoulder-legnth, dark blue hair was standing straght up in the air, and her pale eyes were as wide as diner plates.
"Hey." Kabuto said as he ran up to her. "Are you alright?" "I-I th-think s-so." Hinata gasped as Kabuto helped her up. "Yeah, rules of the house: 1. Do not touch the front door knob. It will zap you. But I think you already guessed that. 2. Don't go into Itachi-chan's room unless you want to be disturbed beyond imagination. And 3…. Well we need to come up with that." Kabuto said weakly. Hinata nodded. Kabuto stared. She really was beautiful. Her hair was so shiny, it looked like it had been laminated, and her skin looked so pale. Her frame was shorter than his, but then again, he was kinda tall. Her eyes were the most interesting though. Pale lavendar, and shining with the hope of a million. Yes indeed, she really was one cute chick.
"Ummm, do you want breakfast?" he asked sheepishly when she caught him staring at her br…(nevermind). "O-okay." He helped her up, and the two of them walked into the kitchen.
Itachi was making pancakes. He turned, and saw the two enter the kitchen, and smiled. "Hey." He said, before turning, and pouring more batter into the pan. "There are some pancakes on the table if you want 'em."
"Thanks Itachi. OH! How could I have forgotten." Kabuto explained. Itachi and Hinata looked at him quizically. Kabuto turned to face Hinata. "My name is Yakusi Kabuto, and this," he said, indicating Itachi, "This is my good friend Uchiha Itachi. And in case you are wondering, we are not gay, just good friends" he added quickly, seeing Hinatas look of shock. They sat down, and served up the pancakes.
After they had eaten, Kabuto asked, "So what's your name?" "H-Hyuuga H-Hinata." Kabuto blanched, and nearly choked on the glass of milk he had been drinking. Hinata looked at him with some consern. "S-sorry 'bout that" Kabuto managed to gasp, "But did you say that you were a Hyuuga?" "H-Hai. Why, d-does that b-b-other y-you?" Hinata snapped. "No, no, nothing like that but" Kabuto's voice trailed off, and he got a day-dreamy look in his eye. Itachi saved the moment by saying, "You need a room if you are going to stay here." Hinata looked at him. "T-that d-doesn't s-seem too b-bad."
"Well…"
"W-what?" Hinata looked at Itachi, fear shining in her eyes.
"We kinda don't have a guest bedroom." He mumbled.
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Hinata's POV
"W-WHAT?" Hinata practically screamed. No guest bedroom ment she would have to sleep…in one of their rooms…possibly in, she shuddered, one of their beds. "No, Hinata!" Kabuto said, seeing the look on her face. "No, we wouldn't do something like that! We'll have to find that old infaltable matress." Hinata exhaled, most of her fears quelled. "Why don't you take a look at the rooms, and see which one you like best?" Kabuto added. Hinata smiled, because that seemed like a very good idea.
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Author's Note: Wow, that took a long time to update. Sorry about that. But to make up for it, I have written another chapter for you…YAY! Don't forget to R&R! Tell me what you want to read, and I'll write as much as I can. I hope you enjoyed this. R&R!