Photograph

A/N: Not going to lie, but listening to this song on repeat a million times made me cry... while writing it...;n; And what Hinata went through in this just made me cry even more... But I was alright after a while...I tend to get emotional a lot... And this drabble reminds me of the people...you know the type...who say that whatever you want/dream for will never come true because of distance, lack of funds, etc... Anyway, can you guess the pairing at the end? x3

BoA - "Disturbance"

I can no longer remember the way you used to look at me
and your warm hugs

When did we stop becoming frank;
no longer being able to understand each other

Our slowly changing attitudes is too cold, unable to grasp;
As we gradually become tired and cold (to each other)
I hate the powerless me even more

The scarf wound tightly around her pale neck did little to hide the bruises from her flesh as she curled up on the lounge with a cup of hot tea, her legs shaking, even though the heater was on, and the room was warmer than it had ever been, perhaps a little too hot for her liking; normally. But on this dark and dreary night, she didn't care. Glass lay smashed against the floor in tiny shards, the photograph flat against the burgundy carpet, as light hit the walls around her, staining her otherwise normal-looking life on the outside with spots of brightness. He was in that photograph, with his arm around her, holding her close as they smiled for the camera, but inside the solid walls of their home, they were anything but happy. When she heard him talking to a person on the phone who had she had never heard of before, who was a woman, and whom he was speaking to flirtatiously, her suspicions were confirmed. That night, she had confronted him about it, and he had gotten violent.

He had never gotten violent before.

He had never raised a hand against his beloved, but this night was the first of many to come.

First, he denied anything to do with the woman on the phone, stating she was merely a "friend." Then, he went on the defensive and asked her as to "why the hell" she was listening in on his conversations. She said she didn't mean to listen in, honestly, and that it was a mistake, but she was just curious as to who the woman was.

"It's none of your damn business," he snapped at her, as Hinata recoiled, flinching, never having heard him speak to her so harshly.

"I-I just wanted to k-know," she said quietly, wringing her hands together in front of her, as his hard, cold gaze fell upon her. "Don't...don't you want us to be happy? L-Like...like we are in the photograph we took that day? I-I'd like it if we-"

"Shut-up!" He yelled loudly and knocked the photograph off its stand, as it fell to the floor and smashed to a million pieces. He raised a fist and slapped her across the cheek, as she stumbled backwards in shock, her eyes welling with fresh, salty tears, as she very slowly and shakily lifted a hand up to touch her cheek, where the impact had made a red imprint of his hand appear. "I don't want to hear any of your stupid, childish excuses anymore! I don't want to go out to dates with you to restaurants or to cafes, to have to act like the perfect couple, because we're not!"

Hinata's eyes widened. What is he...saying? "W-What are you s-saying?" She registered pure anger cross his face as her curiousity smothered his flame even further, and his eyes blazed in fury. "I don't...understand..."

He wouldn't stop yelling. "This isn't a serious relationship, Hinata! We haven't even had sex once, and all you want to freaking do, is to go on dates and make out like we're some perfect couple that you read about in manga! You're so innocent, and frigid! I can't even touch you without you becoming tense and all shy!"

Innocent? Frigid? W-what...what does he...mean...

Then it hit her.

All he ever wanted was her body.

Shock, and unbidden fury rose within her as she walked forwards, angry tears spilling over. "H-How could you? How...how could you...say such things... Y-You're only a-after my...after my body... How...how could you..." He didn't speak, but raised another hand and slapped her same cheek, as he stepped on the photo, ripping it in half. "No!" she screamed, falling to her knees as she sobbed, reaching for the corner hidden under his shoe, inches away from her hand. "Not...n-no...not...not the p-photograph...no...!" He stepped backwards, grabbed his jacket and snarled.

"You're pathetic. Grow up, Hinata. You can't always have a fairytale ending where a prince sweeps you off your feet... You're such a freaking dreamer. You make me sick."

He left her, cold, on the ground, as she gripped the photograph, her tears blotting the paper ad they fell. He was wrong. She wasn't pathetic. He was. The door frame's hinges swung as it slammed shut, and she looked up, but not into his eyes. They were black. Concern flashed across his face as he ran over to her and crashed his knees to the floor, cradling her against his body as she sobbed openly, her heart broken. He had seen him leaving her house, and knew something happened. His ponytail swept across her shoulder as he stroked her back comfortingly, rage burning inside him,consuming him. That bastard... How could he do such a thing? She was so innocent...and so adorable...

He held her even tighter to his chest, never wanting to let go.

Some men in this world are not worth anything to live. ...Especially those who hurt my Hinata.