Omg, what is this… an update? It can't be!
Why, I haven't done this in… oh who knows how many days?
But it's here now. As well as some nooby fan art drawn by moi! The website lies on my profile, somewhere in the top middle-ish area. It is art to congratulate the random number of review on this little bugger, a secure 136! Fuck yeah!
Keep reviewing, and I will for sure put another random-number-of-reviews congratulatory piece of work! Cha!
Copyright to Masashi Kishimoto… bleh!
Uchiha Sasuke had always been calm, cool, and collected almost to the point of indifference. He had always taken after the example of his late father and wayward brother, who were both the epitome of the Triple C (calm, cool, and collected).
For example, when he was a child of 6 years, the family dog died. Sasuke had been overwhelmed with grief of losing his beloved Snuffles and, being a kid, went to his mother and cried his eyes out, all the while complaining about the cruelty of the world as eloquent as a 6-year-old could with their minute vocabulary. Even as a child, he understood what death was and hated it.
Then he saw his dad and other brother Itachi come in to speak with his mother, while Sasuke was crying hard enough to make Niagara Falls proud. The pair of them was aloof and most importantly NOT crying their eyes out.
Little Sasuke stopped crying quickly. If they weren't, why should he? From that moment on, he always tried to follow Itachi's example. He became another embodiment of the Triple C.
But now, Uchiha Sasuke was broken. It was as if he magically turned back into the emotional 6-year-old of his past and Snuffles had died all over again. He wasn't crying like that, but judging off of the way he felt, he should have been.
I mean, who wouldn't lose it when they figured out that their idol, their older brother was notorious murderer of the Uchiha family save one.
Our hero was taking things rather poorly.
Nobody had heard nor seen him in three days and when someone came by he just ignored the perpetrator and when someone called he claimed to have the flu.
Oh, maybe it'd be good to know how the rest of Sasuke and Hinata's night went from last chapter. To be frank, they just lied next to each other in a silence that was occasionally broken by some odd observation (ie: "Your hair smells like peaches…" from Hinata and "It's supposed to rain for the next four days…" from Sasuke).
Sasuke thought he had made his feelings completely obvious, but Hinata was still as oblivious as ever. Seriously, the only one more unaware than her about romance was Naruto. It was counterintuitive because Hinata was normally very good about reading people and making correct deductions.
It was three days from that happy encounter and Sasuke and Hinata hadn't talked (naturally, considering he shut himself in his apartment). The weatherman had, for once, been spot on in his prediction considering it had been raining for three days and showed no signs of stopping.
Nobody knew about the news of Itachi's familial murdering, and Naruto was the only one to know that his family had been killed as opposed to just all dying naturally (or as natural as dying can be).
The second-to-last Uchiha was holed up with all the lights off and only the feeble, cloud-covered light coming through his sliding-glass balcony window illuminated the now messy apartment. He was currently playing Halo II lazily, lying on his back with the controller in his lap. When an elite snuck behind him and killed him one shot he threw the controller at the console and rubbed his hands over his face in despair that was not from the stupid game.
One of his arms fell to the floor off of his couch while the other one rested on his bare chest. (A/N: I put that fact in simply because I am female…) Fucking elite… He thought, feeling as though it had been that particular elite that massacred his family.
The restart option was dinging but he just ignored it and rolled onto his side. Video games hadn't done anything, just like reading and watching movies hadn't. All he could think about was Itachi and when he did that he became overwhelmed with grief. The grief led him to wondering why his brother would do such a thing, which took his mind away from the sadness and instead was filled with anger. Then he would think about it all again and become depressed.
It was a cruel, cruel circle that he wasn't going to get out of on his own. Paradoxically, he wouldn't allow anyone to be with him if he had anything to say about it. That door would remain locked for all eternity for all he cared.
It'd take some improvised trespassing and then some for him to come to his senses.
Who was I kidding when I told Sasuke I didn't like Naruto anymore? Hinata thought bitterly, staring at the blonde that was sitting on Kiba's couch. His hair was slightly wet from the rain, having given his umbrella to Sakura, who sat next to him. It was true that she was slightly getting over him, but not to the extent she told Sasuke.
Naruto was just so… gah! There he sat, with a bright smile triggered only from getting out of the rain lighting up the whole room. His wet shirt was clinging to his toned chest, of which Hinata's eyes couldn't help flicking to.
"So, do you guys wanna help? This time we're serious, we're going to bust down his damn door." Naruto called loudly, his eyes burning with a fiery passion. Sakura and Naruto had come to enlist people to join their Ninja Mission: Retrieve Sasuke!
Hinata, who had been at Kiba's house hanging out, had honestly been sort of worried about the wayward Uchiha for the last few days, but felt no inclination to join the siege. She was worried by nature, but also unwilling to pry to by nature as well.
The pair of them (Kiba and Hinata) was making cookies. It was an inside joke between them that whenever they were alone together they baked. Sakura and Naruto had received quite the shock when they were led to the kitchen by Kiba's sister Hana, seeing Kiba furiously mixing a bowl of batter and Hinata laughing with what looked like a whole bag of flour all over her face and chest.
Cookies aside, the foursome now resided in Kiba's living room.
Kiba, as hotheaded as he always was, leapt to his feet at the proposal, half for Sasuke, half for the prospect of breaking down the door. "Yeah! Let's go!"
Shooting a small worried glance at her friend, Hinata sighed. "If it's his business—"
"Hinata, I'm sorry," Sakura interrupted, smiling sadly at her friend. "But you don't know him like we do. He needs support from friends, whatever the situation may be."
A little vein popped as she said this. "I know him better than you think…"
She said it quietly, but they heard her. Naruto smiled vaguely in her direction. "All the same, sometimes he needs to be beaten back into his senses,"
"I still don't that you guys should invade his privacy. If… if it really becomes a problem, then by all means go!" She said, very very aware that she was the center of attention and the only one holding her point.
"But we won't know if it becomes a problem unless we make contact with him…" Kiba said wisely, taking his seat next to her and putting his arm around her in a friendly way.
Sakura looked from Naruto who was getting antsy to Kiba who was trying to persuade Hinata. She knew what she had to do now. "Hinata, just hold the fort here then!" She was smiling brightly as she relayed her plan. "We'll go and then call you if we get in! Just stay here and continue making the cookies! Or even better, once we get to him, bring them along!"
"Yeah!" Naruto called, his mouth hanging open happily as he stared at Sakura admiringly for her plan. "Good idea Sakura-chan!"
Yes, quite a splendid idea Sakura-chan, maAar-velous even! She thought, slightly surprised by the bitterness mixed in with the British accent.
"B-bringing the cookies would go against my 'don't pry' plan…" She muttered softly, unheard because Naruto was shouting something that had "Believe it!" at the end of it and Sakura was trying to calm him down.
They were out of the door before Hinata even really knew what had happened. There she stood in the hallway leading to the door, covered in white flour.
"Well, Kiba's a jackass, isn't he?"
She turned and saw Hana patting Akamaru. She had a pair of oven mitts in the hand not petting the dog that she held out for her. Hinata walked over lightly and took them.
"He... he's not a jackass, he's just brash." Hinata defended, following Hana back into the kitchen where the abandoned bowl of batter was settling. Not good. She began to re-stir it, glad when it began to regain its normal consistency.
Hana dug around in one of the lower cupboards, coming out with a flat pan on which to put the cookies. "I've always said it; you are too nice to be his best friend…"
Hinata smiled. "Well, we even each other out, I suppose. I wasn't going to stop him from going when he really wanted to."
"But still," Hana placed the pan on the counter and leaning on it as she stared at the Hyuga. "Some friends…"
"It-it's really not their fault, Sakura and Naruto were already set on it and Kiba wanted to go."
Hana stared pityingly at Hinata. "Like I said, you are too kind to be his, and their, friend. What was so important anyway?"
Hinata now started to take spoonfuls of the batter out and placed them daintily on the cookie sheet. A jar of crystallized sugar was next to her and dipped a fork in the sugar and made checkerboard markings on her peanut-butter cookies. "W-well, Sasuke, you know him, captain of the soccer team, has been holed up in his house for the last three days, claiming the flu. We all kn-know that's not true so they are going to try to talk to him. He won't see anyone."
"Uchiha Sasuke? Well, it's no surprise! He just figured out that his brother killed his whole family…"
EH?!
The fork that was in Hinata's hand fell out and clattered to the floor as she whipped her head around. Her heart was beating uncomfortably fast and she didn't know why. "W-what?"
Hana's face blanched at her reaction and she quickly covered her mouth with her hands. "I wasn't supposed to say that…" She said, muffled.
Everything was clicking in Hinata's mind. Hana worked for the police as a detective, and if there was any recently solved mystery she would know about it.
He told me his whole family died, not that they were killed! That really was dangerous territory to be questioning around in… Hinata gasped lightly, but not at what Hana had said. Oh god, I'm such a hypocrite! Here I am saying not to be nosy when that one time I questioned him to the edge of his wits! What's wrong with me?
"Hinata-chan? Oi!" Hana muttered, trying to get Hinata out her self-induced trance.
She snapped out of it quickly and looked at Hana with terrified eyes. "Please tell me more about what happened!"
Hana could never say no to her, especially when her notorious puppy dog eyes were preformed. She explained that four days ago the murder was solved and that three days ago the police had contacted Sasuke about it. His other brother Itachi had murdered his whole family, and for some reason had spared him.
While Hana explained, Hinata started to furiously finish the cookies, a plan already formulating in her head. After throwing the pan of cookies in the oven, Hinata asked to use the shower to get rid of all the flour in her hair. Hana obliged, starting to piece together what Hinata's plan was.
Hinata made a pit stop in Kiba's room to collect her clothes (for she had been wearing some stuff of Kiba's for the cookie making), and then ran for the shower to attempt to clean some of the flour out of her hair.
Sakura was right without even knowing the problem. He does need someone there to be with. Even ice queens need to vent to someone! As the cold water cascaded over her back, Hinata sighed. She liked cold showers in the summer, even if it was rainy out.
She remembered their game of 20 Questions, and her brilliant deduction. "Is it because of your lack of familial love…?"
He didn't know how to ask someone for consolation because he normally would never need to be consoled. Sasuke didn't have a family to grow up with so he created Sakura and Naruto into his family. At the same time, Sakura and Naruto were his best friends and so, being proud, he didn't want them (or anybody for that matter) to see him in a pitiful state.
Because of that she felt she needed to help. With her knowledge, she was the only one who stood a chance at making him feel better.
There was a nagging doubt at the back of her mind however. What if he doesn't accept me?
She grit her teeth as she thought of that. He had admitted that he cared about her four days ago, and she needed to admit it to him as well. It was true, she did care about him.
She had to try.
Sasuke's circle of thought was indeed a bad one. It started with grief of the lack of family, then to anger at Itachi, then to anger at himself for idolizing Itachi, then to despair at his inability to choose a good hero, then to doubt of everything he had ever did that followed even a little in his brother's footsteps (which was a lot), then to his friends that were undoubtedly worried about him, then to people like Sakura and Kiba who had a loving family, and then back to grief about his family again to complete the circle and start it all over. (A/N: longest sentence ever.)
He was still on the couch, in the exact same position as he was when he threw the controller. I'm pitiful…
A very aggravated knocking on his door tuned him in to his surroundings. The knocking was followed by yelling from Naruto and Kiba and slightly quieter consolations from Sakura.
"TEME! GET YOUR SCRAWNY ASS TO THIS DOOR AND OPEN--!"
"Sasuke, please please open the door, we want to talk--!"
"Oi, what the fuck is wrong?"
Naruto, Sakura and Kiba. Are they going to try to muscle down my door? Sasuke knew that both Naruto and Kiba were pretty strong and he also knew that Sakura was the kickboxing champion in the tri-city area. Probably.
He did not move from his position and instead tried to just ignore them like he had been doing. He noted the silence of his attackers and wondered what they were planning. Then he heard a giant slam on it, followed by others with varying degrees of intensity.
That's bad for the door.
He knew he had to do something now. They were serious. Slowly and laboriously he got up off of his back and stood up. His footsteps were silent as he made his way over to the door, pausing for a moment to observe himself in a mirror on his way. Though lit by the shady natural light, he could still see himself clearly.
Slightly mussed hair, skin slightly paler than normal and shadows under his tired eyes were the only things that were different from his normal appearance. All in all he still looked regal and attractive (to put it bluntly).
Obviously not caring that he was indeed shirtless and wearing only baggy pajama bottoms, he opened his door quietly right after they pounded it, to ensure his safety. He was met with a surprised Sakura who immediately blushed slightly but got over it, an angry Kiba who shared the same look of shock as Sakura, and a pissed-as-hell Naruto.
Before any of them could speak, Sasuke opened his mouth and spoke for the first time in a while. The sound was hoarse and scratchy, as if he really had the flu.
"Please refrain from breaking my door."
As he said this, the door was already closing and he was turning his back to them. "If you do it again I'll call the police."
Uh oh. He was serious as always… and pissed as always.
As the door closed on Kiba he barked a laugh. "My sister works for the police, she's not going to—"
It was quiet, but through the door the three outside heard Sasuke interrupt. "All the more reason for her to take you… you can't trust siblings…"
There was a shocked silence after he said this. Naruto ended it when he shook his head to clear it of his confusion. "What was that about?"
Sakura took one last long look at his door before turning and beginning to walk down the hall. "I don't know."
Naruto and Kiba followed her like puppies, with the blonde casting one last glance back at his best friend's closed door.
"Hey, Sakura-chan, why are we leaving?" Naruto asked as they pressed the button for the elevator. As they were on the top floor, there was only the down arrow.
Sakura waited until the elevator reached them to speak. "I've never seen him like that before."
They all stepped in while Kiba gaped in confusion. "Shirtless? I'm sure you ha—"
"No…"
She spoke quietly, staring straight ahead at the slightly reflective door. Naruto knew what she was talking about. "His eyes…"
Sakura looked at him quickly, locking her green eyes on his blue. "Yeah. They look… dead."
Kiba thought about it for a minute. It was true that his eyes looked glazed, zombiefied.
(A/N: Hard to describe, I was going for how some animators draw the eyes kind of blurry and dull when a person dies. I'm thinking in particular one of the last scenes in FMA where Envy stabs Ed and his eyes just go… blah. It scared me so much…)
"I don't know what we can do." Sakura stated, rather calmly for having her best friend turn into a zombie.
Hinata entered the lobby of the apartment building when she heard the ding that preceded the opening of an elevator. She just managed to glimpse a head of pink hair before darting away behind the mercifully empty desk. Ninja mode… she thought, smiling in spite of the situation.
Sakura, Kiba and Naruto passed by the desk in silence, each noticeably lost in thought. They were just about to exit through the revolving doors when she heard Kiba speak.
"Maybe he got bitten by a zombie…"
What?
Naruto chuckled nervously, casting a glance up at the ceiling. "Or maybe a vampire…"
What?!
"Um, excuse me miss?"
Hinata turned around to see the lobbyist looking down at her, holding a bento box for lunch. She immediately turned as red as a pomegranate and stood up, bowing low. "G-gomennasai!"
She scampered away and he just shook his head, mumbling about weird kids. Fearing that her cover was blown she threw a look over he shoulder at the door and was relieved when the three weren't there.
Quickly pressing the up button on the elevator, she nervously waited, pressing the pads of her fingers together. When it finally came she jumped in, slamming down on the 'Close Door' button. Sighing when it finally closed, she lightly pressed the button of the top floor.
The rising sensation of the elevator made her nerves even worse.
Sasuke, totally at a loss of what to do, went back to his couch and sat down cross-legged with his hands resting on his knees. He was grumbling to himself. I swear to God, if I get one more person knocking on my door I will punch them through the mouth.
Knock. Knock.
The knocks were soft, not at all like the banging of Naruto, Sakura and Kiba. But the fact still remained that it still belonged to someone who wanted to bother him.
"Go away!" He barked, smiling evilly to himself when the knocks stopped and he heard soft footfalls heading away.
A part of him wondered who it was but another, stronger part decided that he didn't care.
After ten minutes, he heard a disturbance outside his window. After brushing it off as the wind, he turned his neck so that he was staring constantly out of his sliding glass window, taking in the dark clouds, the rain and the occasional flashes of lightning.
That's when he saw a foot dangling at the top of the window wearing a neat black flat. The other foot came into view shortly after he saw the first one. What the hell?
It happened directly when the brightest bolt of lightning occurred. During the flash, the seemingly unknown owner of the flats jumped off the roof and landed on his balcony.
Cool right? But sadly, a tremendous roll of thunder sounded right as she (for she was definitely a she based on the long hair, though it may have been Neji) landed, scaring her and ultimately making her slip on a particularly wet patch of wood. She fell straight down, landing hurtfully on her side. Coolness ended.
Nothing seemed to happen to Sasuke when he saw Hinata's face turning to look at him, traces of pain obvious. Normally his whole being would skip a beat when she turned her white eyes to him, but he felt nothing.
Well, that wasn't true, he felt a little apprehensive for what would happen now, considering his balcony door was locked and he didn't want to get up. I'll just ignore her as I did to the others.
She was still sprawled on the ground when he vaguely noticed that she carried a bundle in the form of a backpack with her, one she was clutching when she jumped. He then noticed that she was very wet. So what?
Hinata stared at Sasuke through the glass sliding door that stood between them. Her shins were throbbing from her less-than-perfect landing and the rain fell on her head but she didn't really care. He was just there, staring at her apathetically, almost as if he was already bored with a girl risking her life and dropping from the sky to get to him.
But she felt no anger towards him. Rather self-consciously she threw him a little wave, at which he did nothing. Getting up despite the slight pain in her legs, she grabbed the bag with one hand and reached to open the door with the other.
Denied. Sasuke thought lazily, watching her pull lightly against the handle to no avail. He was being a cruel ass, but in his eyes he was allowed to be! Itachi killed his whole family!
If he thought that a locked door would stop her, he was just stupid. He failed to think about how she had nowhere else to go except into his house or up onto the roof again, which, sadly, she couldn't with her mere 160 cm.
She took her hand off the handle daintily and leaned over to peer through the crack between the door and the doorframe that she had noticed was a flaw in his door when she had been here last. Grinning lightly she was glad that he lacked the drive to fix it.
Ignoring the rain that was starting to get into her collar and down her back, Hinata unzipped her backpack and took out a small object that glinted off a flash of lightning.
Sasuke showed no signs of alarm or surprise at the new happening. Despite that, curiosity bugged at him to figure out what she was going to do with a bit of metal.
Through the rain washed window, he saw her unbend whatever she had so it had doubled its length.
A bobby pin? He had seen Sakura with those paperclip-like hair tools many times, so he could identify it as such.
She curved it a full 180 degrees at one end so it looked like an odd hook. After molding it to her satisfaction, she crouched to the ground to that she was at eyelevel with the lock. Owing to the design of all sliding door locks, she knew that if she could just get under it and push it up enough, she would be clear to open the door.
Mild-mannered heiress Hyuga Hinata, initially revealing an unexpected talent with firearms, appears to also dabble in the criminal field of lock picking. He thought it'd make a good newspaper subtitle, with a bold title of: Heiress leads, not a double, but a triple-life.
Hinata found herself in a small spot of bother when after slipping the pin into the small crack; her tries had amounted to naught. Closing her eyes, she tried again, moving slower and more deliberately. Finally, after one good minute with her eyes closed, she felt what she thought would be the perfect position and pulled up. She sighed in relief when the lock moved up and she slid the door open.
Sasuke and Hinata stared at each other for a small moment as the door rolled open. She stood up and was halfway in, standing on the threshold with her bag over one shoulder.
She was wearing a light yellow summer dress that now clung to her figure from the rain. She also wore a small grey jacket that had short sleeves and only went right below her breasts at most when zipped. That too was wet.
"Y-you could have helped." She muttered lightly, shooting him one of her genuinely sweet smiles. So sweet your teeth would rot just by looking at it.
Sasuke was unaffected, probably because Inner Sasuke just died from overexposure to too much cuteness. It was pretty evened out. He just looked at her with no discernable expression on his pale face. "You wanted me to help you break into my home?"
Still the same callous guy as usual. He looks so sad though… Hinata had to at least give him what she had brought in her bag, as well as maybe a hug. After that she would leave at his insistence. "Illegality aside, may I come in?"
She'll be polite even when dooms day comes around… He thought, not changing his expression or stature at all.
She seemed to take his silence as assent because she stepped lightly into his house, with her dripping shoes in one hand and her slightly wet backpack slung over her shoulder.
So began the most awkward visit in the long and awkward history of awkward visits. She deposited her shoes at his front door and then walked to the kitchen where she put down her pack on the counter. Sasuke was watching her the whole time, trying to figure out what the hell she was doing in his apartment.
When she turned on his oven on low and put something that had been in her bag onto the metal grate inside, Sasuke had to ask.
"What are you doing?"
Hinata didn't answer immediately. First she took out a tea pot and a single mug from his cupboards and then moved them over to the stove. "T-taking care of you."
She didn't look at him, which was probably a good thing because he shot her the most evil glare imaginable. Apparently even the irresistible cuteness of Hinata couldn't get him out of his death mood, if anything it made it worse.
It was as if the last few weeks of bonding just disappeared. So much for baby steps…
There was a terrible silence where a sudden boom of thunder rolled, at which she flinched. Sasuke was the one to break it, this time speaking in a monotonous voice.
"You know." It wasn't a question.
Hinata, who still had her back to him, needed something to do with her now shaking hands, so she grabbed another mug from the cupboards.
"You know what happened." Sasuke sounded a lot louder than before, implying he had gotten up and walked into the kitchen. What scared Hinata was that she hadn't heard him move at all.
"Y-yes." She muttered, glad to have something to do with her hands once she found a little smudge on the mug. Although she was shaking so much, cleaning it was making almost negative progress. She didn't know why she was so scared of him. The storm was one thing, but most of her fear spawned because of the dark and obviously pissed off man standing in his kitchen.
Sasuke's voice now had a bite of anger in it. "How?"
Hinata shut her eyes tightly for a moment before opening them again, trying to rid herself of the unexplainable nervousness. "K-kiba's sister."
That made sense to Sasuke. Hana had been one of the people who had come to tell him about… the incident. "So, with that knowledge you felt that you were the only person who could help me?"
His tone was so angry that Hinata had to clasp her hands together to stop them from shaking. But the shaking was from an odd combination of fear and anger. Because of this, she turned around suddenly, her eyes narrowed.
"Y-yes actually!" Sasuke was standing with his arms across his chest as he stood squarely in front of her. Hinata's hands were balled in fists as she held them by her sides. "I c-couldn't just let you hide away and stew in your grief like this!"
A flash of lightning illuminated the dark apartment, followed by more thunder, louder this time. Sasuke noted vaguely that she flinched at the thunder again. He also noticed that her voice was getting a little more shrill and uncontrolled. Why?
"Yes you could have. It would have been easier actually." He responded coldly. "But now, what are you going to do now that you've quite literally fallen into my grief stew?"
That sounded like him… Normal Sasuke would say something blunt like that. Hinata thought, and that idea gave her a lick of courage.
Sasuke's tone of voice was calm, a lot better than his angry accusations before. Their little fight had gotten intense quickly, but he had just headed it off. He is so confusing! Hinata thought. Almost as if he doesn't think about what he's saying.
"Like I said before... I'm going to take care of you." Before Sasuke could even react, Hinata had crossed the distance between him and raised her hand.
Driven by pure instinct, he leaned away from her hand, but she still accomplished her goal: cupping his cheek. Her hand was so cold, it felt almost clammy.
His skin is burning… She realized her eyes widening as she moved her hand to rest on his forehead, at which she quickly drew away. "You're running a fever."
Oh, so I actually fell into my lie. Nice… Sasuke thought bitterly, staring down at her worried pearly eyes. Another peal of thunder made Hinata jump again. Is she afraid of the storm?
Motherly instincts began to take over her as she grabbed him by the shoulders and lowered him into a chair that was by his island counter. He didn't even know what happened in the whirlwind of her motions, but one moment he was standing and the next he had a steaming mug of tea in front of him and a blanket over his shoulders.
He stared at the cup for a bit, unwilling to drink it. Hinata came back into the kitchen with a big puffy hoodie she had found in his closet. It was the one from Track last year. When she saw that he hadn't drank any of it she sat opposite him and placed her hands over his on the mug he was holding. "Drink."
Sasuke looked up at her and then to the sweatshirt that she had placed on the counter. True, he was cold as all hell and had been this whole day, but it seemed that he was subconsciously torturing himself. He'd rather feel the odd pain of the cold than the nothing he had been for the previous days.
On top of it all, he wouldn't drink the tea, having no appetite to speak of. It probably came from the fact that he hadn't eaten in the three days he had become recluse. Yikes.
Hinata stared at his eyes, reading his uneasiness. "Please drink it."
He noticed that she was shivering from her wet clothes. "It'd do better if you drank it."
"D-don't give me that!" She was getting angry now. As angry as Hinata could get without going Rambo anyway. "You're ill! You have to get better!"
He was silent, starting to be aware of the feeling of her cold hands on his feverish ones. It was a shame when she pulled them away.
Her voice was shrill and disbelieving. "Don't tell me you… you haven't been eating!"
True indeed.
"Why does it matter?" Sasuke asked softly, but with a bite of anger.
Is he stupid? "Because you're killing yourself!"
"Why are you trying to help me?" Sasuke asked monotonously. His questions all had an inner meaning that was the worthiness of his own existence.
"Because I care about you so much! I couldn't stand it if you actually killed yourself because of this! We all want you back Sasuke!"
She was almost yelling at him, trying to make him see reason to let other people help him. Sasuke's mouth opened a little in shock, but he said nothing. The silence allowed her to keep plowing through her speech.
"We need you to be back before we all leave and never see each other again! I need you Sasuke!"
He was shocked. What did she say?
"I care about you more than you even know! More than you'll probably ever know!"
She was just going long on this one. All the thoughts built up over the last few weeks were just pouring out now like a dam bursting.
"You were there for me when I fell apart, twice! I rely on you to… to pick me up! Why won't you let me do the same?!" Was that some hint of tears in her eyes?
What is going on? Why does she feel like this?
Hinata was overreacting completely, but it still worked.
"Why can't you just—" She started weekly before stopping when Sasuke raised the mug to his lips suddenly and downed about half of it. "—drink the tea…?"
It burned his throat going down, but the disbelieving look on her face made him smirk.
"Got it. What now?" He asked, raising his eyebrows at the stunned girl.
"Uh—put on the s-sweater."
A labyrinthine love indeed.
Angst. Angst. Angst. Angst. Lol, Harry Potter puppet pals. Normally I hate watching those, but the angst one is pretty fucking sweetsauce.
This is kind of to counteract the fluff bomb of last chapter.
Also, I took Hinata's fear of the storm from Haruhi of Ouran High School Host Club because I love her and everyone else in that manga/anime.
Scenes From The Next Episode:
Good night my angel time to close you eyes
And save these questions for another day
I think I know what you've been asking me
I think you know what I've been trying to say
I promised I would never leave you
And you should always know
Where ever you may go
No matter where you are
I never will be far away