CCNote: Shikara Gizzel asked that I update 10 chapters at once so here ya go. (Well more like 7 chapters today 2 more tomorrow lol.) Ask and sometimes you may receive lol.
Now one thing that I must say is that I know that not everyone is going to like my story. Everything is not for everyone. I honestly just write fanfictions I want to read and ya'll just ride along with me. However I do ask that when it comes to your predictions they're fun to make but don't drop my story because of your own assumptions. The story might seem predictable but like always (if you've stuck with me) even if its predictable its still an enjoyable story regardless but most of the time you guys are waaaay off lol. I can't count how many times in SWTE and BaU you guys were off but it was fun to see what you thought lol!
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Family
Hyuuga Hinata was a talkative drunk.
That should annoy him but her voice was soft enough that it didn't grate his nerves. It had an almost comforting quality to it. She was also a cuddler and had made herself comfortable on his side that no longer possessed an arm. Sakura usually avoided that part of his body but she'd wormed her way in, small hands gripping the edge of his shirt when she claimed that the world was spinning.
He now knew that her favorite color was purple but silver and black were close competitors depending on what day it was.
She liked listening to the rain and didn't own a single pair of matching socks because she lost them all.
She ate sweets more often than she should- especially cinnamon rolls.
The first time she'd killed it had been to protect her teammates and she'd cried for a week. She tried to avoid killing anyone if she could help it.
She was more innocent than any kunoichi had a right to be. It was odd to be around someone like her. Someone so clean that when she spilled her secrets he had to stop himself from laughing because every confession that fell from her lips was sincere and true.
However, it wasn't as if she'd been untouched by hardships. Her mother had died when she was young. Her clan resented her for many years because she was weak. Her cousin sacrificed himself for her.
She wasn't happy.
Despite all the darkness she believed she possessed, Sasuke couldn't see it. Someone that fed a near stranger every morning with no strings attached could never be a bad person.
"Do you miss them?" she mumbled into his side.
"Who?"
"Your family."
Sasuke wanted to ignore her question. Push her away from his side and limp back to his apartment to sleep on the couch. Yet he couldn't make his body listen to the things his mind said to do. He didn't like talking about his family but the liquor had loosened his tongue and the sneaky warmth of Hyuuga Hinata kept him grounded.
He didn't always think about them but their mere mention was a reminder that the hole they left behind had never closed. He'd just learned to ignore the ache.
"Sasuke…" Hinata said, her slurred voice barely above a whisper. "You don't have to answer."
She didn't pry.
She didn't demand he spill his soul.
She just let him sit and stew in his own thoughts…that familiar ache growing stronger each time his heart beat. For all their faults he would have rather had his clan live. He'd rather Itachi had never been forced to make a choice. Their lives could have turned out differently. So in a way...
"Yes." he said finally, the admission thick and foreign on his tongue. "I miss them."