And here is the fifth chapter of A Happy Ending! I hope you like it. In this fic, people from other countries don't understand each other. It's like those from Konoha speak Japanese and the others speak different versions of it and stuff I guess.

Excuse any errors and don't forget to R&R!!

Chapter 5: A Note From Fatty

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Great! Just great!

Sasuke was not very happy this morning. In fact, he was pissed. He had just come from the council and to his utter surprise, they had changed their plans and he was not bound for Suna after all. The council said there was glitch in the information and the findings were in a small area just outside a village on the outskirts of the land hidden in the mist. It was not that that had him in rut, it was the fact that they informed Kiba, courtesy of Hiashi Hyuuga, of this minor detail first so that meant that Kiba would get there before him.

And even that was not even all! In order to get there, he had to buy a vessel and he had to use some of the money Hyuga-san had given to him and the ship was surely a beaten up pile of wood that was barely floating. It reminded him of an old relic from ancient times and believe it not, he did not doubt it was.

All of the equipment had to be moved to the ship and everything had to be redone. He had to take back some of the tents and buy proper materials for the boat to make the sails and such. He just hoped it paid off in the end and he would be okay. At least he still had money left and was glad he allowed that Hyuuga to join him or he would have been dirt poor by now.

It was going to be and endless journey to the Mist. The Mist. She had not been expecting that and now three days later, here she was on a secret harbor of Konoha. She heard the mission was changed and Kiba and Sasuke were now to go there to some remote little area hidden in the Mist somewhere to collect artifacts and information that they thought was Suna. Pity, she was really looking forward to going to Suna and it was so sudden that it was a good thing that Sasuke and his team- now crew- had not left yet.

Hinata lugged what Sasuke allowed her to bring down one ladder and up another one. She looked up through the netting at the clear blue shy and off- white sails and wondered why she could not have just removed the netting and tossed her luggage rather than tow it up and down ladders.

Uchiha-san had not even bothered to help her and simply carried on with his work of getting everything ready so he could leave as soon as possible and to tell the truth, Hinata was almost grateful that he had refused to let her bring more than the three bags she had now because of the longer journey… almost.

He even chose to put her in a tiny cabin near his own that was barely big enough for her to sleep in. She could not even stand up straight in the room or wash herself in it and do the necessary. She felt like a prisoner and though she was not one to complain, she felt as though she certainly paid him too much money to have to live this way for the next couple of weeks.

The bathroom, Hinata did not even want to think about it, was absolutely awful. It was just a little room with two donut shaped seats that hung out over the side of the ship.

What did they expect her to do? Raise up her kimono and sprinkle the little fishies? The very thought made her cringe and she had to wonder if men had no decency left in them.

Hinata was not a sore person though. She was determined to make the best of what she had and not complain. She even tried to whistle as she told herself she would suck it up and let Uchiha-san know that taking her with them was not a mistake and she was not as spoiled as he thought she was. That and the fact that they were not that far from shore and she would not put it past the brute throw her overboard and make her swim back to shore. Oh how she hated him.

Instead of steaming up, Hinata whistled some more as she tried to made her room more suitable for her living in as she could. She could not quite manage to whistle well enough though, since she never really learned how to even though Kiba had tried to teach her when they were younger. It was not ladylike to do such things as whistle; it was very unbecoming and improper, and of course Hyuuga never did anything of the sort.

Remembering the man who put her in this mess to begin with, Hinata went and took out Kiba's picture and put it on a small shelf next to her bed.

It was definitely not because she missed him so much that she could not live without seeing his face, but because the picture was a reminder of why she was going through all of this; it was reminding her of her own mission- and she had the letter in the back of it as well and she did not want it anywhere out of her sight.

She was going to get satisfaction for what he did to her if it was the last thing she did. Kiba was a rotten dog-faced animal and she wasn't going to rest until she told him exactly what was on her mind, not until she saw the look on his face when she told him the engagement was over and there would be no more Hyuuga money for him to flitter away. She had thought he was a good man, seeing that she knew him from the time they were young, but she was wrong.

The urge to draw came over her and Hinata got her pencil and a sheet of paper from her pad in her bag. The pad of papers was like another limb to Hinata and she tried to carry it everywhere.

Hinata sat back on the tiniest cot she had ever seen and began to draw.

With all of her heart, she had been hoping Kiba would love her… just like her grandfather loved her grandmother. Her own parents had merely tolerated each other; not lovers or partners at all, but companions held together by obligation. They had travelled when she was younger, but whenever they got back from their missions together, they told her very different versions of their experience as though they kept away from each other.

Hinata sighed at the thought, but she did not blame her mother at all. Her father had always been dictatorial. As their only child, Hinata had been expected to behave as an adult from the time she learned to walk and talk. Her father had allowed nothing less.

Her mother was a quiet person, but she was not happy for as long as Hinata could remember and she seemed to be constantly trying to live up to her father's expectations. Hinata wanted to believe that her mother would approve of what she was doing, wanted to believe she would be very proud of her bravery. Surely, if she was alive, she would understand even though she would not entire allow her to outwardly show it.

Never had she seen her mother say a word against her father and Hinata thought it was rather sad that because her mother loved her father so much, she lost her own spirit, the very thing Hinata was going to get back from Kiba. But somewhere in her heart, she could feel her mother's touch and see her secret smile and nod of encouragement.

Taking a break from her sketching, Hinata glanced at her fiancé's picture and allowed herself a moment sorrow for both of their losses.

She wouldn't mind being alone. There would be no one to tell her what to do, but when she really thought about it, she was already alone as much as she would have liked to deny it. With a sad smile, Hinata remembered when she used to sneak away to play with the boys outside because there were no girls around who were allowed to play with her, they were supposed to be ladies. Her father was beyond furious, but those were the only times when Hinata felt a connection with other people. At the time she wished she had a sibling, but when she got her wish, she lost her mother and even then, she rarely talked to her sister because of the long lasting grudge she held at the time.

All her life she just wanted someone she could relate with and share secrets with and she missed that so much, even though it was barely there to begin with. Deep down, Hinata was lonely and felt empty, even more now that the one person she thought was going to be with her forever, had betrayed her. Kiba offered her so much hope and for once, Hinata had something to cling to that she was sure was definite. She built all of her dreams around him, her hopes and deepest desires; now they were all gone.

But Hinata was much stronger and sensible now.

She went back to her drawing, as absently as she was doing it. Drawing right now was all she could do from keeping herself from being physically ill when she remembered how she had proclaimed she had missed Kiba so much, the jerk. She had not expected to explain anything at all to Sasuke Uchiha, because she did not think it was necessary; it was not his business or anyone's for that matter why she wanted to see her fiancé- ex-fiancé.

Hinata stopped to glance at the dreadful picture by her bedside. I t was like she was begging to go with them to the Mist. She paid a heavy amount of money to go to Suna and camp out in the woods- now go to the Mist on this mobile puke fest. Hinata doubted anyone would have wanted to share personal information when they paid to go, but she had needed to convince the man that she desperately wanted to go and was not particularly happy that she had to tell him what she had. She knew Kiba and Sasuke were not close friends, but she was sure that the whole lot of the male race stuck up for each other and found it hard to believe that Uchiha-san would praise her for going to dump her man.

Maybe she had even said it because she was embarrassed. It deeply tore her apart to know that Kiba used her so brutally and it made her want to crawl into a little hole somewhere, and for that, she wanted her revenge.

Maybe she was being bitter, but as soon as she got back her pride, she could let it all go and be happy without feeling as though the would was on her shoulders; as though she had been trampled on, and even worse, that she had allowed it.

This was not like her, being bitter and revengeful. The faster she got rid of the feeling, the better.

"If you had left more of the unnecessary baggage behind, maybe there would have been room for you to sleep in."

Hinata was startled at the unexpected intrusion and turned to find no other than Sasuke Uchiha peering down at her, his head through the door of her room. Her heart fluttered and her stomach did flip flops at the sight of him, but she ignored the feeling, refusing to explore what it meant.

Quickly, she blinked down at the sketch she had been working on and Sasuke's face remained on her intensely and Hinata snatched up the paper and clutched it to her breast defensively as her heart missed a beat without her realizing.

"Would you mind knocking next time?" Hinata snapped.

"I did knock." And he had the gall to knock again, mockingly. He then glanced at the picture next to her bed. "You were so engrossed at staring at your beloved fiancé, you didn't hear."

Beloved?

Hinata inwardly cringed that he would think so, though she made no move to deny it and grasped at the paper protectively so he would not see it. Her blood rushed to her head so fast it hurt.

"A fiancée is supposed to stare at a picture of her loved one in their absence," she told him, trying her hardest to sound believable; if only she believed it herself.

"Oh really?"

Hinata thought so, but after really thinking about it, she never honestly missed Kiba as much as she was supposed to. "Hai," she replied, even though she felt confused.

Kiba was gone for so long but Hinata never sorely missed and longed to see the man. She was anxious to see him and begin a new life with him, but she never wished to see him that badly. Maybe that was because she hardly spent a lot of time with him before he left and she had to resist the urge to flip the picture over right in front of Sasuke.

"Really? I wouldn't know," said Sasuke bitterly.

Neither would she, truth be told, but she was not about to tell him that.

"Anyway, can you bring yourself to stop pining for a little while? I have a favor of sorts to ask of you," said Sasuke.

Hinata was sure this man had no respect at all and it was probably her imagination but somehow the thought of his face pressed against her chest came to mind and burned her through her kimono. Shoving the thought away, she really had to wonder if he had been taught any manners because it certainly did not seem that way.

"I'm not pining!" Hinata said defiantly.

"I beg to differ." He cast another look at the picture and lifted a brow at her. "What else would you call sitting, staring almost wistfully at a picture of you lover with such a crestfallen expression on your face." He mocked.

He definitely had a way with words but that did not sway Hinata as she sat up with irritation gracing her features.

"Not that it's your business," Hinata corrected him. "But Kiba is my fiancé, not my lover."

And even if she was wistful, it had nothing to do with desire for Kiba Inuzuka. There was only one thing she wanted from that man and that was satisfaction for what he was doing to her.

Sasuke actually grinned at her. Why did what she had said seem to please him like that?

"Why are you doing that?" she asked.

"Doing what?" asked Sasuke.

"Smiling!" Hinata said sharply. Really, Kiba's actions had changed her completely.

Sasuke raised a brow once more. "Am I smiling?" he asked and took another look at the picture of Kiba, the poor excuse for a ninja, the beady eyed S.O.B.

"Hai! You are smiling so please stop. It makes me feel as though you think I'm a joke or something," Hinata said.

She didseem a little fidgety so instead he frowned at her. "Better now, Hyuuga-sama?" he said making an exaggerated face, wanting to see a smile from her as much as he did not understand why he wanted to in the first place and why it mattered. He just wanted to see what she looked like again when her eyes were no longer cold, but shimmering with intensity when she dared to smile.

Hinata rolled her eyes, but could not hold in the faint smile that played across her lips even though her face did not crack.

"You are the worst kind of person, Uchiha-san!"

Sasuke ducked his head back out the door and said quite loudly, "What do you know? She likes me."

He heard her laugh, though when he peeped in again her expression was sober once more.

"If it helps you sleep at night," she said and he saw her face fall when she glanced at the picture.

It was funny how it had the same effect on him, but he found it extremely strange to have that reaction to a picture of a man you wanted to marry.

He watched her closely, trying to decipher what she was feeling. Was she really missing him as she had said or was there another reason for the defeated expression on her face?

He should not have given a shit, but he found that his own mood was soured by the sight of her sulking over her boyfriend and quickly restored the latest piece of information that they were not lovers yet.

"Women are not all so base," she said to him as though reading his thoughts and Sasuke could not help himself from looking at her lips as she spoke and wondering if they were as soft as they looked.

"They are if their man is worth a damn," he replied and even dared to wink at her.

She leapt to her feet, forgetting how low the room was and smashed her head on the ceiling. "Itai!" A brilliant red hue crept onto her cheeks as she rubbed her head, but still clutched the paper almost possessively to her chest that he now noticed.

"Uchiha-san, I hardly think that this conversation is appropriate!"

"Watch the ceiling, it's pretty low," Sasuke warned her belatedly and she glared at him, trying to stand defiantly but not managing the effect very well in the miniature room. He was not sure why he liked teasing her but he liked the fact that she did not back down. "What is that?" he asked, pointing at the paper in her hand.

"What is what?"

"That, in your hand."

She shook her head. "It's nothing you would be interested in," she said.

"I see… and what were you doing with that nothing?" he asked and saw that she appeared to be very guilty, grabbing his curiosity.

"Nothing," she said again heatedly.

"I see," he then said again, not resorting to demanding to see what it was. "Anyway, I hardly think your fiancé is going to appreciate you on a ship full of men…" and me, he almost said.

Hinata's nose was shoved in the air. "Are you trying to tell me that the men here can't be trusted?"

"We aren't savages or anything if that's what you're thinking, Hyuuga-sama… though people like you would think so."

"People like me?" she asked offended and maybe she had all right to be. Sasuke knew he was being unfair, but years of fighting the council left him slightly harsh towards most and very ill-tempered, but not when he was faced with Hinata Hyuuga, the fiancé of that excuse for a man.

"So as I was saying, about that favor I asked of you," he said, quickly changing the subject.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "You have a lot of nerve, coming here to insult and mock me, then to ask a favor. The answer is no whatever it is," she said. "Please, if you don't mind I'd like to be left alone in my suite."

She turned around and rummaged through her bags and Sasuke took the opportunity to appreciate her rounded behind, before turning away himself. "As you wish, hime."

She whirled around quickly to face him once more and he looked back as well when he heard another thump and knew she had hit her head again. "Don't call me that!" This time, she didn't shout from the impact, but rubbed her head wincing as her eyes lit up with anger.

"Why not? You certainly act like it…"

She continued to rub her head as she glared at him indignantly. "You know, I don't think I like you at all, Uchiha-san; not one bit!"

"Tch, don't worry," he told her. "I'm not that fond of you either."

But that did not mean he didn't want her.

He did not have to like the woman to feel desire for her and the proof was right there in his pants, much tighter now after their encounter. Sasuke turned around and left, shutting the door behind him and couldn't help but smile at her little tantrum. He could hear her through the door muffling a scream of frustration and realized he thoroughly enjoyed prickling her anger. She was far too easy to rile up and he knew that she was never that way before.

It was a question of what was making her this way. Whatever it was, Sasuke knew one thing… Kiba was the heart of it and there was more to this little visiting trip that she cared to let on. He knew for sure that it was not because Hinata Hyuuga was missing her fiancé because she did not even have a ring on her finger and she admitted that the two were not lovers.

There was much more to it than what she was saying, and Sasuke wanted to find out what it was.

He was determined to keep a close eye on her and if Kiba had put her up to spying on him, he was going to make sure the man regretted it as well as his icy- eyed little temptress of a fiancé.

In the mean time, since Hinata refused his favor before she even heard what it was, he was going to have to find someone else to cook for them since they seemed to have accidently left Fatty behind.

How long could it had possibly taken him to say goodbye to Ino anyway?

He was not really bothered that she had refused, after all, he really couldn't picture Hinata Hyuuga in an apron standing behind a lit stove.

He could picture her sitting on a throne with one of Kiba's yapping mutts in her lap. Damn her… she was too much of a distraction.

"You have the most wonderful hands!"

Kiba Inuzuka writhed under the gently caressing fingers and thought with pride that he had taught her well, feeling slightly guilty for not remembering her name. How could he remember anyway when the names of the women here were not made for the tongue of the Fire Country?

He turned over to look at her dark skin and features and she caught his expression and smiled. He was certainly glad he brought her from Suna with him to the Mist. She caught on so quickly to what he was feeling. He smiled at her in return, happy that she was so perfect; always eager to please him.

She was definitely spoiling him and the thought of returning to Hinata, with her childish features and quiet, demure personality and unpracticed, inexperienced kisses did not appeal to him in the least.

He grimaced at the latest letter he had received from Hiashi Hyuuga. It seemed the man wanted grandchildren soon and decided that Kiba was wasting his time on the mission, summoning him back to Konoha as soon as possible.

Kiba doubted the man would lend him any of his power if he stalled too long and he needed Shino to persuade Hiashi to give him more time. He sighed wistfully and turned over again to let the girl labor over his back, wishing he could stay there forever.

"It's not that she's unattractive, in fact she's pretty hot," he told the girl, even though she understood nothing he was saying. "It's just that she has no… passion," he glanced over his shoulder at the girl. "You know what I mean?"

The girl's smile widened even more and she nodded enthusiastically.

"Of course you do," he said anyway. "Smart little bitch aren't you?" He didn't need a woman who spoke his language and pretended to be interested in what he did. He wanted someone to shut up and tend to his needs.

She said something in her native tongue and giggled, making him smile. That fact that he could not understand what she was saying was music to ears.

"I wonder if Shino got to travel with that traitor," Kiba said thoughtfully. "I think Shino will like you very much." He turned to her again. "You take good care of him won't you?"

She giggled and nodded, as though she understood what he wished her to do.

"Good girl, good girl," he said as he lapsed into a thoughtful silence and then turned to her. "You'll have to be the best," he said, wiggling his eyebrows at her. "I promised Shino you would be quite the girl because his journey will be quite long."

He also promised she would be a virgin but he was not so sure about keeping that one.

She seemed to mistaken at his expression and smiled again, only this time much more seductively and moved her hands down his back to his behind, eager to please him.

He sighed in pleasure, deciding that Shino would have to do with the leftovers. It was better than travelling aboard what he was sure with a ship wreck with Sasuke. Kiba had planned out a nice little surprise for Sasuke and his crew. They'd all be very lucky if they survived the journey, if not dying from food poisoning… thanks to Fatty.

Too bad for Shino, but Kiba did not even risk telling him about it; it just couldn't be helped. If he was sick, the girl would simply have to heal him when he arrived.

The last thing he wanted was for Sasuke Uchiha to be working on a mission anywhere near him.

The girl suddenly lowered her head to the small of Kiba's back, startling him as she ran her tongue there.

"Oh, Kami!" he exclaimed and laughed softly from the tickling sensation. She was definitely a fast learner, but he only wished he was as skilled as her in her language so he could understand what she was whispering to him in that musical tone.

With another sigh, Kiba relaxed completely, taking in all of her ministrations.

"Kiba-san!"

The girl quickly stopped what she was doing and Kiba's mood went downhill. Didn't anybody know how to knock? Kami!

Rolling his eyes, he sighed but did not even bother to move. His voice was muffled by the towel that he was using as a pillow. "Go away, can't you see I'm busy?!" he said angrily.

"Hai… gomen," the boy said, Kiba thought his was Nikawa or Nakona (I hope these made up names aren't Japanese swear words), something like that. "Demo… you see… well…"

"Talk me about later!" he shouted at the boy. Apprentices were annoying and too eager.

"Demo… Kiba-san… it's just that… you've got a letter!" Nikawa blurted out.

"A letter?" asked Kiba, looking up.

The boy nodded and came forward with it slowly.

"Well don't wait 'till next week! Give it here!" he demanded and Nikawa hurried forward and gave him, scurrying out before Kiba could even dismiss. The gall of the little brat irked him to another level, but he chose to leave the matter until later as he opened the letter.

Kiba,

I missed the boat purposely. Your letters and other information are on board the ship and they'll be burned when they used the stove. I don't want anything to do with you or your blood money.

It was from Fatty.

Cursing, Kiba got up quickly and full of fury. "Fucking idiot!" he shouted and ripped up the letter.

Hinata knew that the crew was working hard on the deck. She could hear them slaving away to keep the ship afloat without rest or complaint as she sat on her bed and sketched.

They were all such good friends it seemed and Hinata found herself feeling like an outsider among them and even a bit envious. She couldn't remember having such an easy time talking to someone; not her friends or family, not even Shino or Kiba because she was always afraid to show anything other than what was expected and proper for a lady of the Hyuuga.

And she had reason to be afraid. Hinata was different to most women, wanting things that a Hyuuga heiress should not.

She desperately wanted to make her father proud, but some part of her admired Kiba for defying some of his mother's wishes. His own parents had wanted him to be a veterinarian if he chose not to be a ninja anymore, but he continued being a ninja and she had wanted to perhaps follow his footsteps- a little part of her still wanted to.

While Hinata was sneaking off to play with the boys, her other cousins were sitting stiffly at picnics learning manners and etiquette, and as they grew to be adults, the same girls that were now women became somber; no talking animatedly among themselves and giggling as they should. Hinata in the mean while, still dreamed of continuing a career as a ninja or a med nin.

But that was impossible. Her father would never permit it because their world was an unforgiving one and a woman of her stature was to be a proper example and showpiece at all times. And Kiba had the audacity to demean her interest she had shown to his missions and make light of her mind. The letter made it sound as though he did not think she was capable of meaningful thoughts and he dismissed her involvement because of her gender.

Hinata thought Kiba respected her more, but she was entirely stupid for believing it because all of the signs were there; she had just refused to see them.

She didn't want to be merely an heir and a showpiece; she would surely die inside and she would if she married Kiba.

All of her cousins- every last one- as wives seemed to have the mentality of their mothers, ready to raise their own daughters the same way they were raised. She looked into their eyes searching for the fire in their eyes, but only saw the glassy ice save for the faint flicker of curiosity that every child had when they're born, boy and girl alike.

She had even seen in the mirror that her own flame was flickering and it was only now that she knew of Kiba's betrayal and she was grieving at the loss that she felt alive for the first time in so long. She could feel, smell, and see again.

It was pitiful to think so, but Hinata found that she could do things with more clarity and intensity than before and she sighed happily, feeling restless since she had finally completed her drawing of Sasuke because she was trying to capture his eyes on paper.

Somehow every time she tried, she had ended up crumpling it up and starting another sketch. Sasuke might have been the devil in disguise, but his eyes were filled with so much emotion and passionate meaning, even as dark as they were, that Hinata felt as though she was missing out a detail every time she tried to draw him and tried again… and again… and again until she was practically swimming in a sea of Sasuke's face.

She wondered what they were doing up there on the top deck and thought about what it would be like to be one of them. Allowed to wear pants again, tell rude jokes and even wear no shirt.

Against her will, Sasuke's well carved, bare chest appeared before her eyes and Hinata's heart began to beat faster. She started to draw shoulders just below the neck and before she drew anymore she forced herself to stop and continue on his face, drawing that eyebrow he arched when he was curious about something.

She blinked away the image of Sasuke and tried to picture Kiba, but his face was all but a blur and she was sure that from all the lounging she heard he was doing, he had probably lost his frame.

It was strange that she could not remember him clearly. Reaching out, Hinata took up the picture and studied it, trying to see what it was that attracted her to him in the first place. She had known him forever, but she supposed it was his out-going attitude that she admired. He had been her first real friend, but somehow her heart was not broken at the thought of losing him. Instead she felt extreme anger, but not heartbreak.

He had not been what her father wished for but with time he became the son her father would have liked and everything Hinata wished she could have been; witty and adventurous, unafraid to stand up and just be himself.

Secretly, Hinata even wished she could live Kiba's life and visit all the places he did, talk to the people he did and learn and experience life to the fullest.

That was her dream, though it was impossible, so she did the next best thing and that was to be the best mother and wife as was possible and live though her husband, even though he would be absent most of the time. She had been sure that the absence would make them long for each other even more.

Oh please! Kiba forgot about her the moment he left Konoha.

Hinata set down the picture and gathered up her drawings, afraid of someone seeing them.

The voices above were low now, faint murmurs were all she heard and the sound of the wind through the sails was most dominant.

The air was stifling in the tiny cabin. She had been forced to shut the door and not even a whisper of air penetrated the room, making Hinata feel as though she was in a coffin. In fact, the longer she thought about it, the more unbearable it was and her thoughts drifted as she glanced at the team picture next to her bed and thought of delicious revenge.

If she just sat there dwelling on her anger, she was sure the thought of killing Kiba would not be a bad idea at all. He looked too happy and at ease in that photo and his grin seemed far too knowing.

With a small snarl, Hinata tossed her pencil away and reached out again to slam the frame facedown so she would have to see him, wondering how she could have been so blind. As soon as the picture was down, Kiba's face blurred in her vision completely and was replaced by another, making Hinata try in vain to erase the face.

The darkest eyes and black silky looking hair… full lips. Those were what she had failed to capture on paper; the pure sensitive look of them and Hinata had to fight herself tooth and nail not to get up and grab another pencil and try to draw them.

Sasuke was far more handsome than he deserved to be. He was arrogant and stoic at times but way to good looking for her liking and Hinata wondered what he was doing on the top deck, cursing herself later for even thinking about him at all. Why should she care what he was doing?

She did not even think he came back down to his cabin. She would had heard his footsteps, or he would have stopped to poke fun at her and her nest that she was living in again and suddenly, Hinata found herself curious to see if his cabin was as 'luxurious' as her own.

She would bet her arm and leg that he was not living like she was. There was only one way to find out.

Hinata crawled out of her 'nest' as quietly as she could, leaving her papers in a pile and stood up slowly to not bash her head in on the ceiling again. Prowling like a thief, Hinata crept out of her room and into the dining hall.

This room had a medium sized table with six chairs around and it had a shelf of books on one wall. Above her, the sun had set and it cast the lower deck in shadow. Hinata could hear voices but she could not make out who they were as the voices were filtered through the netting and she could also hear voices below her as well. In any case, Hinata decided the coast was clear.

Feeling like a burglar, Hinata made an open dash for Sasuke's room and threw open the door… and shrieked in shock to see Sasuke sitting at his worktable, looking at her with curiosity written all over his face.

"W-what are you d-doing here?!"

He wasn't supposed to be there.

And so my readers, this is the end of the 5th chapter. I really hope you liked it as much as I do.

If you have not read Hinata the Vamp or Princess Hina, you can check them out because they're longer than this fic.

Until next update…

Ja ne!

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