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Her father accepted her home with open arms that night and Hanabi slept by her side every night after. They allowed her into the fold without an explanation or reason and for that she was grateful. Being back within the walls of the compound was stifiling after the freedom she'd enjoyed but she swallowed her pride. Or perhaps she was just avoiding conflict again. Naruto came to the gates as soon as the sun rose to find her. On what she was sure were her father's orders, the guards turned him away. She watched him leave that day with his shoulders slumped and his hands in his pockets.
He came back. Again and again for weeks on end as long as he didn't have a mission. Eventually, Sakura stopped by to try to talk to her, genuinely concerned about their separation. At first Hinata hoped that the guards would turn her away as well but they were under no such orders. They let her into one of the formal greeting rooms and when a branch member came to collect her she almost rejected the visitation. However she knew that things wouldn't end until she faced them head on. She was tired of running away.
So she found herself sitting across the table from Haruno Sakura who was just as puffy faced and red eyed as she was. Hinata tried to stay poised. Her training as an heiress was supposed to kick in at a moment like this but she would have given anything to scream and cry.
"Hinata." Sakura said, her voice wavering and hoarse. "I…I don't…I don't know why…"
The Hyuuga raised her hand to silence her and shook her head. Sakura looked as if she were on the verge of tears and she couldn't take it if the medic started crying. She might just lose what little of her dignity she had left.
"I know." She said softly "Naruto loves you."
Sakura opened her mouth, whether to deny the claim or soften the blow Hinata wasn't sure. She didn't allow the woman to say anything. Instead she reached across the table and gently placed her own hands on top of Sakura's shaking ones. Glassy green eyes stared back at her, silent tears running down her cheeks. Hinata swallowed, her own throat tight with the selfish wish she had on the tip of her tongue. She looked down at their interlocked hands on the dark mahogany table and smiled as best as she could.
"Please love him too."