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Main ContentArchive of Our OwnbetaLog InSite NavigationFandomsBrowseSearchAboutSearch WorksWork Search:tip: "sherlock (tv)" m/m NOT "sherlock holmes/john watson"Skip headerActionsChapter by ChapterCommentsHide Creator's StyleShareDownloadWork HeaderRating:MatureArchive Warnings:Creator Chose Not To Use Archive WarningsNo Archive Warnings ApplyCategory:F/MFandom:NarutoRelationship:Hyuuga Hinata/Uchiha SasukeCharacters:Hyuuga HinataUchiha SasukeHaruno SakuraUzumaki NarutoHyuuga HiashiHyuuga HanabiOCsAdditional Tags:RomanceHurt/ComfortAngstSlow BurnDramaHinata-centricGiving her the character development she deservesAnd Sasuke too; in some regardsLanguage:EnglishStats:Published:2022-09-10Updated:2023-07-25Words:25,864Chapters:6/?Comments:63Kudos:226Bookmarks:32Hits:4,075Half of My SoulCircethewitch19Summary:"I understand that it is my duty to wed and bear an heir, however there is nobody in the village that has managed to catch my eye-let alone my heart." She knew that she was lying through her teeth. So did her father. She could see it pass in his milky white eyes…that fleeting flash of pity. She did not want to be pitied.She has nowhere to run or hide. How she wishes she could. Little does she know, solace and comfort will soon be found in the most unlikely of places. She simply has to trust herself, and learn to love again.Chapter 1: AnguishNotes:Author's note:Hellooo, everyone! So, I've decided to do a re-write of my only other fanfic, 'Falling for You,' which is available on another fanfic site. I wrote it 8 years ago, and was randomly inspired to revisit and give it a bit of an...upgrade, I hope. I have definitely made a lot of changes. I also did not expect it to be this long. Slow-burnish vibes..? Anyway, I hope you all enjoy! (P.S. there's a glossary at the bottom for any Japanese words/terms used.)(See the end of the chapter formore notes.)Chapter TextSunlight trickled through the fluttering leaves of the cherry blossom tree that drooped wearily over the courtyard of the compound, a light wind making them dance ever so slightly. Several wayward flowers being whisked away, carried into irregular directions within their vicinity. One of these unknowing flowers strayed on to the path leading to an openshojidoor into the tea room. The flower lands gracefully on thechabudaithat sits in the middle of the pristinely managed room, right beside an unsuspecting cup of steaming green tea.The cup had been set down prior to the arrival of this single flower, and the person who had done so was now staring at it curiously, her lavender eyes full of wonder. Her delicate fingers moving to pick it up, then grazing her fingertips gently along the petals and taking in every little detail, from its thin texture down to its filament. She was lost in thought, almost in awe at this innocent little bud until a rather discernible noise was caught in the background; one that was determined to make itself heard."Hinata." The voice of her father, distant but becoming evident with each repetition of her name. "Hinata." He repeated once again, with a hint of exasperation and urgency."Very well," she thought. She would bite."My apologies, Otou-sama." She steadies herself, straightening her back once more, the flower remaining in her grasp. "You were saying?""Ah, seems like I've finally managed to catch your attention," he states with a slight shake of the head, his sleek brown strands of hair swishing along in rhythm as he does so. Hinata counts the wrinkles on his forehead. One, two. She wonders if she shall be the cause of a third. "Hinata, as I was saying before, I believe it is time for you to start considering taking a husband. You are now 22 years of age. I have never thought of myself as the type of father who would want to place this burden upon you very early on, but I do think that I have given you a bit of leeway over the past few years. And that is saying quite a bit, considering you are the heiress of our clan."She sighs softly, recalling why she had zoned out in the first place. She gazes once more at the flower in her palm, which surprisingly had yet to crease. It was a translucent shade of white. "I understand that it is my duty to wed and bear an heir, however there is nobody in the village that has managed to catch my eye-let alone my heart." She knew that she was lying through her teeth. So did her father. She could see it pass in his milky white eyes…that fleeting flash of pity. She did not want to be pitied.Her father, having regained himself, takes a slow sip of his tea, eyes closed as if he were deep in thought. "That is unfortunate indeed. Would you be open to meeting any eligible young men, however...?" he poses hesitantly. She blinks slowly, her gaze lowered as she mulls over his words."Of course, they will be among the finest in Konoha-that I assure you of." He adds, as if it were any comfort. As if anybody, anybody other thanhimwould ever be worthy.He loosens up, relaxing over the table to await her answer like there was all the time in the world. Although, they both knew there wasn't. She abruptly swallows the sigh that would've escaped her rosy lips, it slips to the pits of her stomach...only adding to the growing feeling of unease that had been wallowing in its depths."Alright, Otou-sama. I shall do as you wish." She states with an air of certainty, assuredness.The corners of her father's mouth upturn slightly, stance now fully relaxed and at ease. Her gaze shifts once more, to the lone flower in her palm. The alabaster petals now appearing to have drooped. An hour later, Hinata stood in her room, still fully clad in her simple yet elegant lavenderiromuji. She had adamantly shooed off the ladies' maid that had trailed behind her with much persistence on the way back."Not today,"she had thought. Today, she wanted to be alone, even if just for a moment. She undoes herobithe way she was taught, and slowly begins to strip, layer after layer pooling at her feet till she remains in nothing but her undershirt, shorts and favourite pair of socks. She steals a glance at herself in a full-length mirror that stands in the corner of her room."Is this the face of a bride...?" she says out loud, her voice seeming to echo off the walls of her room. She heads over to the mirror, gearing herself up to look. Her fingers raise to trace the corners of her face, gliding over her cheeks and down to her chin. Her lavender-tinted eyes that appear soulless and empty to many, gaze back at her, framed by thick lashes. She studies every detail, from her thin nose to her heart-shaped, full lips, currently painted a rosy red. Her jawline, although not as sharp as that of Ino's or as rounded as Sakura's, retained a little bit of both from her younger years. Her hair was what she had always considered to be her one redeeming feature and the only one that had any colour, thick and long, a dark, deep blue. Almost reminiscent of the midnight sky.It was currently in a neat updo, a simple bun that left no strays save for her signaturehime-styled bangs, the two longer strands loosely framing her face. She reaches up to swiftly pull out the pins holding her bun in place, a sigh of relief escaping her lips as tendrils of silky, blue locks cascade on to her shoulders. She fingers a strand, twirling it around as she glimpses at herself once more. Her father's words pop in her mind...her free hand clenching tightly into a fist at the thought of being wed to a complete stranger. Would she be able to truly love him? Could her heart possibly be freed from the shackles that had been imposed by the one and only man she has ever loved?'He could've been yours.' The nagging voice in the back of her mind whispered, almost menacingly. That familiar, burning sensation had begun to build in her chest. The corners of her eyes stung with the bout of tears that would've come, had she not stopped them by giving herself a bit of a slap upon her right cheek. She wasn't going to shed any tears today. Instead, she lets out a shaky sigh, unclenching her fist...crescent-shaped marks now carved into her palm."I suppose I should get going." She mutters softly to herself, then pads over to her wardrobe, footsteps barely heard upon thetatamiflooring of her room. She opens the wardrobe and pulls out a simple, calf-length pink skirt with white finishings, grabbing a loose pastel pink t-shirt to match. She pulls it on over her long-sleeved black undershirt, then slips on the skirt. She opens a bejewelled box that sits invitingly on the dresser next to her wardrobe, a gift from her late mother. Selecting a thin pink ribbon, she weaves it into her navy-blue tresses, resulting in a loose half-up, half-down hairstyle. She dabs a bit of magenta-hued blush on the apples of her cheeks, noting that she should take more efforts to add colour to her features. Finally, she takes hold of the nearest bag she can find, a plain black cloth sling bag, multipurpose. She gives herself a onceover in the mirror, and attempts a smile which she then drops, silently berating herself for being so very awkward. She picks up a pair of sandals in one hand, the other sliding open her room door, heading to the entrance of the compound.She hums a soft tune as she draws closer to the village centre. Her mood lifting as she glances at the children playing tag among the trees near the park. She recalls the time she used to watch as her friends played when they weregenin, the memory of her retreating shyly when a certain blue-eyed blonde had approached her and asked to play still fresh in her mind. A pang of regret shot through her at the thought. Perhaps she should have joined him, back then. She might have been noticed more. She reaches the village centre, her feet tracking automatically to the flower shop run by the Yamanaka clan. She wanted to add sunflowers to her ever-growing garden. The chiming of a bell is heard as she gently pushes open the front door, followed by a high-pitched squeal that could only belong to that of Ino Yamanaka. Hinata braces herself, plastering on a smile that is quickly turned into a look of dread as the tall platinum blonde dashes at her for a bear hug."Hinataaa!!!Ohmygosh, it has been SO long!" she exclaims as she wraps her arms around her even tighter, nearly squeezing the life out of poor Hinata. She gasps for air momentarily, silently wondering where Ino managed to gain such monstrous strength, until she is finally released. She pants a little, catching her breath and adjusting her clothes as Ino grins widely at her.Having regained herself, Hinata meets her gaze and grimaces weakly. "Hello Ino! You're right, it has indeed been a while. I hope you're well."The azure-eyed girl raises a fine eyebrow, placing her hands on her wide hips, her deep purple skirt swishing as she leans closer to Hinata. "What's with the formal tone? It's just me, silly! Not one of your clan members." She pokes at Hinata's cheek playfully. "Come onnn, you can drop ittt~!"Hinata chuckles softly as she attempts and fails to swat Ino's finger away, a genuine smile gracing her pale features. "Okay, okay. I've missed you too!"Ino nods, satisfied. "So, you mind telling me where you've been for the past two weeks? Nobody else has seen you AT ALL. I would know, I've asked almost everyone!""Well..." Hinata starts, then meekly trails off. She isn't sure how much she's willing to tell Ino. She could be a bit of a blabbermouth, after all. Her gaze lowers, flitting to a bunch of purple orchids in the corner of the store.Ino's smile suddenly drops, her expression one of concern. She places a hand on Hinata's shoulder, her tone lowering by a few decibels. "Hey...could it have anything to do with...the news we all got two weeks ago..??Hinata starts, a sliver of hurt reflected in her lilac irises. A faint memory ofthatnight slipping into her mind. The crippling, blinding pain. The smile that she had to force, despite wanting to sink into the floor and simply disappear forever. The tears that never ceased, wracking her over and over again. Hertatami floors had been soaked. Her eyelids so puffy and swollen the next day, she couldn't even recognise herself. The hollowness in her heart.She gathered herself, smiling as she looked up at Ino and saying "No, not at all. I was handling some duties in the compound, that's all. Kept me really busy."Ino's expression of concern turns into one of uncertainty. She chews her lower-lip slightly, evidently holding back from pestering Hinata with more questions. "Ah, I see. Well, that does make sense! At any rate, it really is good to see you again. Try not to go missing like thattoooften, okay? We get worried."Hinata nods, wanting to ask who "we" is. But she doesn't. "So, what are you here for? The usual lilacs? Roses?" Ino asks."I'm here to get some sunflower seeds, actually. Do you have any in stock?""Oooh, lucky you. Some came in just yesterday. Have a look!"She smiles in thanks, heading over to the section marked "Seeds" in Ino's elegant writing. She picks up a packet of sunflower seeds and heads to the counter, but her eye is caught by a bunch of red camellias among the flowers in the centre of the store.Ino's high-pitched voice chimes in. "Eyeing the red camellias, are we? A good choice. They represent love. A sign of deep desire for someone. Do you want some?" She smiles, almost sadly at her. The dark-haired girl catches it from the corner of her eye. There it was again. That look of pity. How she resented it.She continues to the counter, tearing her eyes away from the camellias, striking as they were. "No, thanks. I'll just take these," she replies, placing the packet of seeds on the counter before rummaging for her purse in her bag. Ino looks her over once more, hiding any further thoughts she had."Sure, that'll be 1000 yen." The door of the store flings open, the bell chiming loudly in response to the extra force. Ino's face lights up as she eyes the person who has just entered, waving excitedly as she beckons for them to come over. Hinata raises a brow, wondering who it could be as she turns to face them. Her insides begin to turn immediately, as her gaze lands upon that of Sakura Haruno. Otherwise known as, the girl who had been newly engaged to Naruto two weeks ago. The pink-haired girl clad in a strappy maroon sundress happily skips over to them, returning Ino's wave with equal fervour. She immediately wraps her arms around Hinata, giving her a warm squeeze coupled with a friendly smile."We haven't seen you in ages. Are you doing okay?'" That constant barrage of questions rained down upon Hinata. She could not be bothered less."Not good at all," she wishes she could say. "I'd be feeling a lot better, if it weren't for you." The bitter part of her screams. But it would be out of character for her. She had always been quiet, sweet Hinata. Why should she change that now? What she had wanted for so long had already been claimed. By someone who was the polar opposite of her. Bright, friendly and outspoken Sakura. The ideal girl for Naruto. He certainly believes so. She knew that it wasn't the emerald-eyed girl's fault, especially since Naruto had always been the one who chased after her for years. But she could not help the resentment and bitterness that she felt. Sakura never had to try. Sakura never had to fight for him, or even risk her life for him. It was all for naught. She hated that she felt this way, she never had anything against her. But feelings are feelings, and they do not simply vanish.She smiles softly at Sakura, answering her questions as best as she could. Sakura could tell something was wrong, however."Hinata, are you really okay? You know if you ever need someone to talk to, you can talk to me-"Yes Sakura-san, I know I can. I'm really sorry, but I have to go now. Lots of other things to buy, you know how it is. I'll see you both soon!" Hinata sputters out hurriedly, before placing the money on the counter, grabbing the seed packet and dashing for the door.The door swings shut slowly, leaving two bewildered yet concerned girls gazing at it."I hope she's doing alright." Ino says. "Yeah...me too."A flash of lightning could be heard in the distance, followed by a bellow of thunder. The dark grey clouds unforgiving as they add to the downpour that drenches the village. A dreary and ruthless scene unfolds in one of the houses in the compound. A child no less than 7 years of age, stood before the lifeless bodies of his parents lying inanimately on the ground. A pool of blood surrounds them both and darker, dried-up patches of the crimson liquid were scattered across the wooden floors. He is frozen in terror, his glazed obsidian eyes locked upon the grisly sight. "M-mother...? Father??" he stutters out. A chill runs down his spine. A presence is sensed behind him, he turns around slowly...to meet a pair of glowing red eyes.Sasuke Uchiha rouses from a nightmare, his chest heaving as he gasps for air. He runs a hand through his hair, hissing softly as his fingers touch a sweat-masked forehead before reaching his tresses. He turns his head to look at the nearest window, noticing that it was late evening. He had returned home, exhausted from a brief training with Naruto and collapsed on his bed for a nap. Although brief, training with Naruto was never not tiring. He was, after all, the only person in Konoha who could contest Sasuke."Tch." He says out loud in mild irritation, remembering that Naruto had won today's spar. The whisker-marked man never failed to gloat afterwards. He gets out of bed and heads to a mirror, assessing the damage from earlier. Sasuke was a lean-muscled man, taller than most, with broad shoulders. He studied his upper torso, noticing a bruise just below his left pectoral. He reaches out to touch it, wincing sharply at the sore feeling. Assuring there were no others on his body, he moved closer to check his face. Fortunately, there was nothing save for a small cut on his bottom lip. He sighed in relief. Though he didn't consider himself particularly vain, Sasuke did care about his looks a little. After all, it was what made him one of the most sought-after men in the village. Besides Naruto, that is."Oh right," he thought."The idiot got engaged."'Suppose he was officially at the top of the list again. He did not think much of it.He vaguely attempts to recall his plans for the evening. He remembers that he was to go to the market and get tomato seeds. He had been meaning to cultivate his own garden for a while now. It would also save him a hell of a lot of time, if he could just grow and eat his own tomatoes instead of constantly having to buy them. He takes a quick shower, then pulls on a loose navy sweater with a pair of comfy black slacks. He spends several minutes in front of the mirror, debating on his hairstyle. He finally settles on tying it back loosely, leaving only his usual long black fringe over hisrinnegan. He studies his features, affirming that he looked decent enough. His near-perfect jawline, sharp as ever and his dark, jet-black eyes glaringly prominent. He doesn't bother smiling, picking up the nearest pair of dark blue sandals and heading out.He strolls casually through the square, ignoring the stares that were bound to come his way. He was used to them. He had been a spectacle for nearly his entire life. "Look, it's the Uchiha boy!" they used to say. "The only surviving member of his clan. Did you know, they were all slaughtered by his very own brother??? Even their parents! Such a shame indeed."Although the times had changed after the war, and the truth was revealed about Itachi's true nature, the eyes and the whispers had never really disappeared. He would always be cursed, branded as a traitor. He had yet to fully earn back the trust of most of the village. The only ones who did trust him were Naruto, Sakura, and most of the otherjounin. There were a few exceptions, though. He scowled at the thought of the Inuzuka. He increases his pace as he trudges past the florist, his sharp eyes catching a blur of pink, platinum blonde and...dark blue? Who did that hair colour belong to, again?? Hyuga...Hana? Whatever. It didn't matter. He notices that he's approached the market, at last. He heads past each stall, combing the sections for tomatoes. Besides the seeds, he had a hearty tomato soup in mind for dinner. A meal that he liked to secretly indulge in during his time alone on missions. It reminded him of his mother. Of home.He finds the tomato section, picking out the usual large, beefsteak ones that he loved so much. He heads over to the seed section, but is then faced with a dilemma. He realises that he had no idea how to plant tomatoes. He picks up a packet of cherry tomato seeds, then a packet of large tomato seeds. He glares at them, flipping around the packets to see if any instructions came with these things. Alas, there were none. He did not know who to ask. Naruto would probably laugh in his face despite not knowing, and Sakura might know but tell Naruto. Either way, he didn't want to found out by Naruto. He stands there for a good five minutes, torn between leaving the packets altogether, or taking them home and winging it. He sighs to himself, about to return the packets to their former positions until a soft voice is heard from behind him."Uchiha...san??" He turns, noticing that it's the Hyuga girl. "Hyuga," he states plainly, with a little nod in her direction. She bows in greeting, ever the proper heiress."I couldn't help but notice you as I was heading over to get some tomatoes. I didn't know you grew your own greens."He glances at the packets in his hand, then back at her again. Maybe he could ask her. She didn't seem like the type to blab. He combs a hand through his hair out of habit. What a pain. "Truth be told, it's my first time. Have you grown tomatoes before?"She blinks slowly, seemingly taken aback by his answer, but regaining her composure and replying with a "Yes, I actually have. It's not complicated at all, really." She steps closer to the aisle, picking up a few packets and beginning to explain. Sasuke does his best to listen, but it eventually grew a bit too technical for him.He holds up a hand, as if to stop her in her tracks. She halts abruptly mid-convo, a hint of disappointment glinting in her violet-hued eyes. He almost felt bad. "Hyuga, listen. Maybe you could write it down, or something? It would make things a lot easier for me.""Ah, of course. Good idea, Uchiha-san." She says, proceeding to pull a notepad and pen out of her bag. He cocks a brow, slightly amused by the fact that she had a notebook handy. He observes her as she writes, analysing her features as he had rarely ever looked at her. She was reserved in stature, but her body language indicated friendliness and openness. Her thick lashes were lowered as she concentrated, cloudy indigo locks of hair draping forward as she leaned over the nearest counter. She finished up and tore out the page, handing it over to him."I hope it helps, Uchiha-san. If you have trouble, please do not hesitate to ask."He nods once more, taking the piece of paper from her and replying with a "Yeah, I will. Thanks."She smiles politely, bowing again before padding off to the tomato section. He watches her from the corner of his eye for a bit, before paying and heading home.A few hours later, Sasuke sits back comfortably in his chair, stifling a yawn. He had just dug in to a nice, warm bowl of tomato soup and was feeling a bout of drowsiness. His eyelids had begun to droop slowly, until a knock was heard at the door. He groans audibly, wondering who it could possibly be at this hour. Only one person came to mind, a certain loud-mouthed blonde. He shuffles lazily over to the door, swinging it open and bracing himself to yell at the idiot. A look of surprise crosses his face as he sees that it is someone from the Hyuga clan. A member of the cadet branch, as he notes by the forehead covering."Sasuke Uchiha-san, I arrive with an official proposition from the head of our honoured clan, Hiashi Hyuga. He is currently searching for a groom for his eldest daughter, of whom is also the heiress to the Hyuga. She is eligible for marriage, and he wants only the finest for her. He seeks audience with you at the Hyuga compound, later this week. Would you be keen in gracing us with your presence...?" the man pauses, straightening up from his bow to await Sasuke's answer.Sasuke raises a brow, leaning against the door frame as he contemplates the man's words.This just got interesting.Notes:GlossaryShoji door - Sliding outer partition doors made of a latticework wooden frame and covered with a tough, translucent white paper.Chabudai - A short-legged table used in traditional Japanese homes.Iromuji - A single colour kimono often worn during Japanese tea ceremoniesObi - A broad sash worn round the waist of a Japanese kimono.Hime-styled bangs - Hinata's signature hair style, y'all have to know this!Tatami - A type of mat used as a flooring material in traditional Japanese-style rooms.Author's note:I hope you enjoyed it, if you've made it this far. Please leave a review and any comments, I promise I'm open to constructive criticism!Chapter 2: DreadNotes:Author's note:Hello once again to all of you lovely people! I am back with more. This chapter's a little shorter than the previous one, but I hope you'll enjoy it all the same!(See the end of the chapter formore notes.)Chapter Text"No, I don't think so.""W-what??" the nameless man spluttered, before realising that he had broken formalities. "Pardon me, Uchiha-san. Do you mean to say...that you hold no interest whatsoever, in meeting with Hyuga-sama?" he clarifies."'Fraid so," he replies nonchalantly. As if he received marriage propositions all the time. Well, he had before. He was Sasuke Uchiha, after all. Women simply revelled in the idea of a broken man, with all the emotional baggage to boot. 'I could fix him', they would think. Be that as it may, everybody knows the truth. Reality is often disappointing and bleak. This was the first time a prestigious clan had sent an offer, however. His onyx irises trained upon the man in front of him, who was seemingly at a loss for words."Is there anything else I can help you with?" he affirms, his short patience for such matters was being tested.The man meets his gaze once more, remaining silent for what seemed like forever to Sasuke...then responds."Nothing else, Uchiha-san. But, if I may...Hyuga-sama was rather looking forward to speaking with you. He is of firm belief that the potential unification of you and his daughter would be quite beneficial to both our noble clans."He grimaces. These people and their damned politics. It was this sort of thing that had led to his clan's demise. He detested it."Listen, he can think or believe whatever he wants to. Bottom line is, I'm not interested in being one of his pawns. He's already got his daughter for that, it seems."The milky-eyed man is taken aback at his brashness, opening his mouth to retort in anger, then closing it when realising whom he was addressing."Understood, Uchiha-san. Your response will be duly noted. I apologise for taking up your time." He bows, and takes his leave.Sasuke watches him go, exhaling in irritation as he moves to shut his door. Just before he does so, a light breeze catches...a white cherry blossom flower landing at his feet. He blinks in confusion, scrunching his brow as he leans back out to assess where it came from. Huh. Was there always a cherry blossom tree near his house?He flops back into bed, resting the back of his head on his hands and closing his eyes. He reflects on the events of the day.Getting his behind handed to him by Naruto was definitely not a part of his plan. He would have to get him back next time. The bruise from before throbs menacingly on his chest, serving as a painful reminder of the repercussions faced. Fine-he would get him backafterhe had fully healed. He turns to his side, noticing the tomato seed packets left forgotten on the dining table. Beside them lay the note, the inky black indentations of the Hyuga girl's neat handwriting glinting at him. He never did catch her name. Suppose he had forgotten to ask.He wonders if she is the heiress the man was referring to earlier. He honestly hadn't a single clue, the affairs of any clan save for his own was something he wanted to keep away from. Come to think of it, would Hiashi throw a fuss about his rejection? Would he show up on his doorstep, fuming with rage and demanding to know why he had turned down his generous offer? It would, after all, be a way for Sasuke to get back in the good books of the village elders who distrust him still. It would cause quite the commotion."An Uchiha and a Hyuga, what a pairing!" "What do you think their children will look like? Would they havesharingan,byakuganor...maybe even therinnegan?" He flinches at the thought. Just what he needed, more eyes on him. He dreaded it. Starting a clan could wait, there was no need for urgency. He's only 22, after all. It was far too bothersome to think about, never mind the feeling of dread. He would find someone, eventually. Just not now.He turns over once more, luminescent rays of moonlight shining through his window onto his face. He groans a bit, regretting his decision to forego installing curtains. Sleep was going to be difficult to attain tonight.Hinata ambles home, heading straight to her room. The last thing she wanted to see at the moment was her father, or worse-one of the clan elders. She knew they would be difficult to evade in the upcoming weeks, but she wanted to stay as far away as possible for now. She nearly leaps into bed, leaning her head against the wooden headboard and closing her eyes. Just a moment's peace."Geez, when did you get so bad at sensingchakrasignatures?"She sighs heavily, her brow furrowing in mild irritation as she peeks at the source of the voice."Hanabi. What were you doing in my room?""Hello to you too, Onee-chan."The auburn-haired girl grinned cheekily, smoothly twirling her kunai.She was dressed in her favourite orangekimono, sleeves embroidered with flaring embers of fire. Her hair in a loose ponytail. She appeared a little dishevelled, like she had just finished a training session. She plops on to the bed, laying on her stomach."You know, just wanted to check in on myfavouritesister.""I'm your only sister.""Potato, tomato! Point is, you're my favourite."Hinata gives her a weak smile. She didn't have any energy left for a proper one, today."Aww-lighten up, will you? I only went through a FEW things." Hanabi quips. "Anyway, I actually just wanted to ask if you're doing alright. I overheard two of the ladies' maids gossiping about some upcoming engagement. I caught your name, and headed to Father's room immediately. It's true."Hinata averts her gaze to the window, counting the clouds hanging low in the dusky pink sky. "Yes, it is. And I'm doing perfectly alright. I suppose...it has yet to really sink in.""Well...I hate to have to be the one to tell you this, but Father told me to pass you a message.""What was it?""Umm...you may or may not have an appointment with the clan matchmaker, later tonight."Hinata nearly gasped, turning to look at her once more. "So-so soon?? I only just agreed today.""...you know you don't have to, if you don't want to. Right???" Hanabi claims. "Why not just tell Pops that you want to wait a while? Say, a year."She watches how the glow of the setting sun dances upon Hanabi's tanner complexion, catching on the grooves of her light brown hair. Her brows pressed close; her lips identical to that of Hinata's were curled in indignation. At 17 years, her sister was the picture of innocence nonetheless. Never to be shouldered with the burdens of becoming heiress, yet to know what duty was. If she chose to leave, Hanabi would become heiress. She could never subject her to that."Hanabi, it really isn't that simple. The bloodline must be continued. I'll be expected to bear children as early as possible, once I am finally wed. Hence the urgency." She swallowed a nervous lump in her throat. Although this was common knowledge, it was always a difficult thought to stomach. She didn't want to. Not yet. She pushed the idea into the back of her mind, like she had done everything else."They can't possibly force you to. I'm pretty sure we could take 'em all on!" Hanabi proclaims boldly. "Come on, old people! I'll show you what pain feels like!"She punches her right fist into the palm of her left, exhaling sharply as if she had just won a battle."Hanabi!Shhhh!" Hinata warns, a genuine smile creeping on to her face at her sister's comical enthusiasm. Only her sister could elicit such joy in her.Hanabi pouts softly, settling back down and grumbling to herself. "Pssh, we really could. They wouldn't stand a chance."Hinata leans in, gently wiping a smudge of dirt off Hanabi's left cheek. "You certainly would show them who's in charge, wouldn't you? Cheeky little thing." She pinches her cheek affectionately.Hanabi grins confidently. "You're pretty strong too, Nee-chan."Hinata's smile shifts, that of a wistful one."Not as strong as you might think."Several moments later, Hinata was standing outside the lounge room, clad in nothing but a plain black t-shirt and flared, loose grey pants. The monochromatic choice had been courtesy of Hanabi."Maybe if you dress all depressed-like, the matchmaker will decide that you're not ready for marriage yet, or something!" she had assured.Hinata smiled fondly. She would protect her at all costs.She announces her arrival, theshojidoor sliding open to reveal her father and the clan matchmaker, already seated and sipping on her tea. An elderly woman with grey hair, neatly slicked back into a tight bun. She wore a forest greenkimono. Her darker, pearly eyes regarding Hinata and her attire, a small smile plastered on her face."Ah, Hinata-sama! Do come in. Have a seat, right over here." She bows low in her direction before gesturing to the plush, white-dyed floor pillow beside her.Hinata nods shortly, heading closer and bowing to her father. He acknowledges her with a slight nod. She then takes her place beside the woman, a polite smile gracing her lips. She reaches out to pick up the tea pot, pouring herself a cup and refilling the matchmakers'."Thank you for taking the time to meet with me today," she acknowledges.The woman smiles delightedly. "My, such a polite girl. You have raised her well, Hiashi-sama.Hiashi simply crosses his arms, eyes shut as he says nothing but a plain "Mm."The elderly woman is slightly taken aback at his lack of words, but composes herself. Her tone shifts to that of a more serious one. She reaches to her left, pulling out a transparent folder and placing it on the table."Hinata-sama, in this folder contains several profiles that I have had the honour of selecting. They are all respectable, fine young men with prestigious backgrounds." She takes the papers out, placing them neatly in front of Hinata.Hinata gulps slowly, reaching out to pick up the first one."Yuusei Satou, of the Satou clan. His clan specialises in sugar production, and have been the main supplier of not only Konoha, but also Kumogakure and Sunagakure. As you can imagine, the journey to Suna village is often riddled with obstacles and a tedious one. Hence, the clan has profited greatly from marking up the cost of travel over the past few years. Demand has been higher than ever, since the war. He is the wealthiest candidate, set to inherit a rather hefty fortune."She studied his features, noting that he was quite handsome. His skin was olive-hued. He had wavy brown hair, kept at chin-length. He had fringes, cropped until just after his eyebrows. His eyes were a shade of hazel, seeming to twinkle at her. A thinly-shaped nose and rounder, but strong, jaw followed. A smirk adorned his lips. He appeared...confident. At least, that was her first impression."Rather taken, are we?" The woman chuckled. Hinata ignored her, studying the rest of his profile."Oh, he isn't ashinobi," she notices."That is correct, Hinata-sama. However, he did receive his education at one of the most prestigious schools in Konoha. He also spent some time abroad, and has done much travelling. I am certain he will have many interesting tales to share. Not that conversation is that much of a priority in a marriage, of course!" She chuckled once more. Hinata was going to be sick. She sets the first profile down, picking up the next one.This one looked completely different. He was ashinobi,she noted. Strawberry blonde with straight, short hair, and eyes as green as emeralds. He had a much sharper face. She spots a piercing on his right eyebrow. His smile was lighter, less evident."Ren Saito,"his name read."He is from Sunagakure. Respectable clan, working quite closely with the Kazekage. A skilled fighter. There is a catch, however. If you were to be wed, you would have to reside in Suna village. His family has always been adamant about that."Hinata was unsure of how to respond. Her father had no trouble in doing so."Erm-if I may. Hinata cannot possibly leave Konoha. I do not wish to remind you of this, but she is the heiress of our clan. Why include candidates of whose families would have her relocated?" He comments sternly."I understand, Hiashi-sama. I sincerely apologise." She bows. "I would like to add that it was a challenge to work with the time frame that I had. I simply chose from what I already had on hand. Perhaps the Saito clan might have changed their minds regarding this matter. If Hinata-sama were to choose him, I shall personally write a letter inquiring once more about their stance." She straightens up again.Hiashi closes his eyes, seemingly satisfied with her reply. "Very well.""Hinata-sama, please continue." The woman urges, pressing a third profile into her hand.Hinata abides, placing the previous one down and raising the last one closer. She blinked slowly. He had dark purplish, curly hair. Pale features, dark grey eyes. He hadn't bothered with a smile."Haruto Takahashi, of the Takahashi clan right here in Konoha. Nowhere near as noble as our own, but certainly up to standard. He is more reserved in contrast to the other two, but I am sure he will fulfil the basic requirements of being a husband."Hinata cringes inwardly. What about simply being agoodhusband? This woman did not care for her needs, or desires. She saw it as another duty, another job to carry out."I see, I will bear that in mind." Hinata simply replies. "Are these all of them?""Of course, Hinata-sama. One can havetoomany suitors. We wouldn't want you getting overwhelmed.""Right..." she says. She flips through the profiles once more. "I will have one selected by the end of the week.""H-Hinata-sama...if I may." The woman interjects."Yes??" She resists the urge to raise a brow in question."It is highly recommended for prospective brides to make their choice as soon as possible.""I understand, and as I mentioned before. I will do so by this week's end.""I'm afraid that is not soon enough, my lady. My apologies.""You would have me choose...now???"The woman remains silent.Hinata blinks, lavender eyes wide with disbelief. She looks to her father, questioningly. However, no answers were found."Much preparation is to be made once you have made your choice, Hinata-sama. I will schedule a meeting with the boys' family, and show them your profile. Then, the arrangements for both the clans to officially meet, engagement plans, and so on. Hence, time is of the essence."Hinata rests her elbows on the table, leaning in to stare at the profiles closely. As if she could will them away, just by doing so. She massages her temples, exhaling softly. This was going to take a while.It was an hour to midnight. She had managed to sneak out, while most of the compound were already preparing for bed. Not that she wasreallysneaking out. Her father likely knew where she was headed to. She crosses her arms, rubbing her shoulders and pulling her long lilac cardigan close. The night air was cool, a light draft blowing. She arrives at an entrance, pushing open one of the tall, black gates. She treks forward along a pathway, stopping at a familiar headstone. She gets on her knees in front of it, bowing with hands clasped together in prayer. "I've missed you, Neji-niisan." The breeze quickens, carrying several stray leaves with it. Two shrivelled ones landing on her bereaved cousin's tombstone. She brushes them off gently.The polished marble gleams at her, almost gratefully. She sits closer, tucking her legs to one side and resting a hand on the grass."Do you know, Niisan? I am to be wed soon. I had to choose someone earlier, a complete stranger. Father seemed quite pleased, as far as pleased goes. The unbearable matchmaker woman was beside herself, going on about how she'd begin making arrangements. Saying she'd return as soon as possible. Little did she know...time couldn't move slower in my favour."Hinata sighs, running a finger along the edges of the well-kept stone. "The truth is...I'm so scared. Not just of marriage, of becoming a wife and mother. I fear that I will not make as a good an heiress as everyone believes me to be. I've always believed that I would be able to do it, to live out the rest of my days in servitude to the clan. Making good of our name. But now...?? I grow wary with each passing day. Half of me wants to run away, to a place that'll never be found. The other half knows it's not an option. I have someone I want to protect, after all."She stares forlornly at the name engraved into the marker. "I just wish I had someone left to protect me."She could not halt the silent tears that came this time. Warm drops of the liquid stain her dewy skin, trailing past her cheeks and collecting at her chin. A few drip onto the cool marble. She draws a shaky breath, moving to dry her eyes with her sleeves. All of a sudden, her senses flare as she feels a spike of chakra. Someone is nearby, and they did not want to be seen. She whirls around, preparing to activate herbyakugan,when a silhouette appears swiftly in front of her. Hidden in the shadows of the closest tree."Calm down, Hyuga. It's just me." The silhouette steps closer, the moonlight catching its face to reveal the pale features of Sasuke Uchiha. She opens her mouth, then closes it again. Had he just...appeared out of nowhere? How long had he been there? Had he...heard everything she said? She stood there, almost gawking as the tall man plucks leaves out of his hair, scoffing in irritation. She finally comes back to her senses."Uchiha-san...what exactly are you doing here?"He ruffles his hair, leaning against aforementioned tree. "I was just passing by. Got my own place to visit."He jerks his head in the direction of the Uchiha cemetery. Hinata nods in understanding. "I see."She goes quiet, shuffling her feet a little with her hands behind her back. The awkward silence goes on for at least a minute, and Sasuke was beginning to debate leaving when-"D-Did you hear anything I said?" she inquires meekly."Not really.""Oh, alright then." More momentary silence, then her eyes light up in recollection. "How did the seed planting go? Were my steps simple enough to follow?""Haven't gotten around to it yet.""Ah...well, I'm sure it won't be any trouble for you."He perks up. "What do you mean by that?""Oh, nothing in particular! Just that I've only ever heard about your intellect, and talent for learning things quickly.""Hm. No idea where you heard that from, but...nobody's that perfect, Hyuga."She smiles grimly, muttering a soft "Tell me about it," under her breath.He coolly strides over to the tombstone, regarding it wordlessly. "Weren't you opponents during thechuninexams?"She lifts her head, surprised that he remembered. "Yes, we were. He did not hold back during that fight.""From what little I can recall, neither did you."A fond smile graces her lips at the memory. "That's true. I was severely defeated.""Does it matter?""What?""I said, does it matter? You got stronger from it, didn't you?" He pauses, a gust of wind whisking through his hair. It was currently loose, no hair-tie in sight. She watches as strands of it whips in the breeze, as inky-black as the night sky that enveloped them both. "You gained more than you lost."She's rendered speechless for a few seconds. "I never really thought of it that way."He shrugs, beginning to walk in the direction of the pathway. "Maybe it's time to start."She wraps her cardigan tighter around her small frame, seemingly deep in thought."See you around, Hyuga.""Ah-yes. I'll see you, Uchiha-san." He was gone before she could finish. As brisk as ever. She shifts her gaze to the grave, clutching gently at her chest.The feeling of dread that had plagued her so throughout the day, had diminished.Notes:GlossaryShoji door - Sliding outer partition doors made of a latticework wooden frame and covered with a tough, translucent white paper.Sunagakure - Village of the SandKumogakure – Village of the CloudsAuthor's note:First of all, I want to thank everyone who left a comment on my little story. I did not expect the amount of appreciation that I got, and I'm so grateful for it! Please let me know in the comments about your thoughts on the rejection, and whether you saw it coming or not. Thank you for checking out chapter 2, and I hope you all liked it! 3Chapter 3: ChangeNotes:Author's Note:Oh my gosh, it has been so long. I would sincerely like to apologise for taking this long to update, I hit a bit of a wall with this chapter. Consider it more of a filler chapter, but there are some parts towards the end that aren't super boring, I think. I hope the lengthiness somehow makes up for the hold-up. Please enjoy!(See the end of the chapter formore notes.)Chapter TextSasuke cast his gaze upon the graves of his parents, not a single emotion evident upon his alabaster appearance. He had always derived some gratification from the fact that he was generally a challenging person to read. He never was the type to have every thought etched on his features, or wear his heart upon his sleeve. His closest friend, however, was the living personification of such a description. Naruto was, well...Naruto. Loud, brash and easily the most beloved throughout the entirety of Konoha. Hell, throughout the other villages even. The war hero who had touched the hearts of everyone. The story of the underdog who had worked his way to the top with nothing but determination and hard work, was now a household tale recited daily to eagerly listening children. How they all yearned to be like him. Sasuke smirked grimly, his onyx irises tracing the tombstones strewn across the remainder of the grounds.And then there was him, the infamously grief-stricken, revenge-crazed Uchiha. Driven mad beyond the point of no return by his desperation to avenge his fallen clan. Willing to kill just about anyone who would be an obstacle in his path. The one who had betrayed his friends and his village simply to get stronger. He sighed, reminiscing the uproar that had occurred at the mention of his plans to settle down in the village. He had returned to Konoha a few months ago, having travelled for several years."Sasuke, aren't you tired of travelling all the damn time? When are you gonna settle down here again?"Naruto had asked loudly at the time as they were seated in Ichiraku's, ramen broth blotting the corners of his lips. Sasuke had resisted the urge to cringe openly at his friends' messiness and blatant disregard of privacy. There were people nearby. There always had been. He had then crossed his arms, eyes shut while he turned away from him, as if he were deep in thought. Sakura had peeked curiously over at him from beside Naruto, waiting with bated breath."I was thinking about settling down here for good, actually." He had been met with nothing but silence. He had pried his eyes open, turning to face his friends. He had held back his amusement then, for the shocked expressions on both of their faces had been truly priceless."Wha-WHAT?!"Both of them had yelled simultaneously. Sasuke had been interrogated for nearly an hour that night. "Why now?, what happened to change your mind?," and more.Now back in the present, Sasuke nearly laughed at the irony of it all. He had wanted to return to the place that he used to love so much as a child. Although there were far lesser people that cared for him now, he had believed that was all he needed at the time. He would earn the trust of the rest, and eventually be integrated as another member of Konoha. But it was proving to be harder than he expected. The fact that the Konoha council had banned him from going on missions for a year had not helped matters at all."We are of the strong opinion that you have travelled enough for now, Sasuke Uchiha."One of the council had said."You will remain in Konoha for a whole year, absolved of any shinobi duties. There won't be anybody assigned to monitor you, but we hope you understand that you will beveryclosely watched. Know that you cannot afford to place a singletoeout of line. Do so, and there will be severe consequences. Do you understand?"Although the no-missions rule had annoyed him greatly, he hadn't had a choice. Those were the terms that he had to agree to, if he ever wanted a place in the village again. Kakashi had given him a sharp pat on the shoulder after the meeting, being the only one from Team 7 who could attend. Naruto had some political influence, but it wasn't nearly enough."Sorry, Sasuke. It was the best I could do...for all you know, they might've had you detained. I'm the one who came up with the idea to temporarily relieve you of missions, and keep you in one place for a year."The silver-haired man had said, chuckling at Sasuke's sour "Mm" in response."As sullen as ever. Cheer up a little, will you? Besides, this would be a good opportunity to show the rest of the village that you're not a threat anymore. And also...make some new friends. You'll get tired of Naruto and Sakura eventually."Sasuke shook his head as he recalled his words, a hint of fondness glinting in his eye at the thought. Kakashi was the closest thing he had to a father figure when he was younger, and even now after his return. Although they barely spent any time together these days due to Kakashi having much on his plate with Hokage duties, Sasuke knew that they weren't any farther apart. A cloud hung low in the sky, hiding the moon and plunging the graveyard into momentary darkness. Sasuke decides that he should take his leave, but trips over something as he takes a step forward. He catches himself in time due to his sharp reflexes, swearing to himself. The cloud clears, the moonlight shining on an upright stick in the moist soil. His eyes light up in recognition. Naruto had stuck that there. It was meant to represent the grave of his brother, Itachi. Sasuke had wanted to place a headstone there in his honour. He had wanted to remember and pay respect to his brother in the way that he truly deserved. But the council had nearly scoffed at his simple request, dismissing him without a word. His brother would always be deemed a murderer, and traitor. Not so different from him, he supposed. He cast a final, solemn glance at the stick. He would get Itachi the respect he deserved. No matter what it would take.About an hour later, Sasuke was staring blankly at his ceiling again, sleep somehow still managing to evade him. He tsked frustratedly, forcefully shutting his eyes. His circadian rhythm had been all over the place ever since his return to Konoha. He had figured a short trip to the cemetery would clear his mind a bit, help him relax. He turned to rest on his side, the moon unashamedly casting its beams through his window, his complexion illuminated once more. He glares at it menacingly, wishing that he could burn it away. Its pearly hue suddenly bade him to recall a pair of eyes from earlier, their milky, lavender-tinted depths gazing inquisitively at him. Below their surface had laid a plethora of emotions; shame, concern, embarrassment, curiosity and nervousness. Despite his reply to her question, hehadheard her, every single word. She had seemed almost...disappointed at his answer. He deduced that perhaps she had secretly wanted to be heard, to be given comfort in some form. How oddly contradictory of her. He had spewed out some garble, hoping that it would pass off as sound advice. Well...it wasn't exactly garble. It was one of the few things that had kept him pushing forward in his younger days. Each defeat had taught him something. Each shortcoming had made him rise above, and stronger in the process. It was a fairly straightforward thought. The girl can't possibly be that simple-minded...she was the heiress of the Hyuga. Or so he had gathered, from her little monologue. He lets out a yawn, a tear beading at the corner of his eye. Perhaps tomorrow, he would visit that new café Sakura had been going on about. Apparently, the coffee was good. He swipes it off, watching it pool on his finger...his eyelids beginning to droop slowly. He realises that once again, he had forgotten to ask her name.Hinata arose from her slumber, lifting a hand to brush a few stray tendrils of hair away from her face. She blinks sleepily, a yawn coursing through her as she reaches her arms out for a slow stretch. She then collapses back into bed, sighing as she buries her face into her pillow. Another day had begun. She shut her eyes, not wanting to wake up and be faced with reality. Not just yet. A sudden flash of blonde flits through her minds' eye. Blue eyes, as deep as seawater. The kind that she could drown in."No." She shook her head, clearing her stray thoughts. She shouldn't be thinking such things. At least, not anymore. She remembered a time when nothing else had plagued her but thoughts of a certain vivaciousjinchuuriki. Now they came in waves, each more vexing than the one before. Would there ever be a day, where they didn't come at all? A day where her heart would finally be free from the weight of the ocean that he was. How she longed for that day. She opened her eyes, now free from her enticing illusion. It was time to wake up.She traipses the corridors of the main house, her destination being her garden. She had slept in today, which was a rare occurrence. Her father and sister would've already had breakfast. Good thing she wasn't hungry just yet. So, to her garden she would go. She slides open the door, approaching the steps which led to a pebble-adorned path. She descended them steadily, welcoming the sunlight on her skin and the fresh air that filled her lungs. She takes in the sight of her flourishing nursery, the bees dancing between the tiny lavender flowers. Soon, they'd have the sunflowers too. She glances at the little mound of soil which their seeds now lay beneath. She goes to the watering can and fills it up, the bubbling sounds of water granting her calm. Droplets trickle down the petals of her prize lilies, she watches while humming a soft tune. This is her safe place. She was at peace here, basking in the small pleasures that came from tending to her flowers, whether they were sentient mattered not. They were special to her. She moves from patch to patch, a serene smile adorning her soft features. Soon, she's finished the tending and moving to sit on a little swing in the corner. She swings back and forth, the wind whipping through her hair lightly as she shuts her eyes. Her short moment of peace was soon interrupted however, by the calling of her name. Or rather,yelling. She perks open an eye, cringing as the voice drew nearer. She starts when her long-time friend and teammate Kiba Inuzuka bursts through the door of her garden, repeatedly yelling her name."Thereshe is! Told ya she'd be here, Shino!" he proclaims victoriously as his dark brown eyes land on her. Shino Aburame trails behind him wordlessly, approaching the door in a much calmer fashion."Yes, Kiba. It seems you were right. Congratulations." He affirms, a hint of sarcasm evident in his deep voice.Kiba grins, speeding over to Hinata. She gets up quickly, holding out her hands and gesturing for him to halt."Kiba-kun, stop! I'll come over there." She had never liked anyone wandering through her garden. They were almost always careless with their steps, and one or two of her flowers would inevitably pay the price for it in the process. The canine-featured boy abides, halting in his tracks."Heh, sorry 'bout that Hinata. I always forget that you're not okay with us entering your garden."She shakes her head as she walks over, a fond smile pulling at her lips. "It's no problem, Kiba-kun."She nods her head in Shino's direction. "Hello, Shino-kun. What brings you here?""Kiba insisted that we meet today. He was rather...persistent." Shino adds, his dark glasses glinting in the sunlight.She turns her gaze back to Kiba questioningly. The boy grins in response."I was thinking we could all head out for lunch. It's been a while since the three of us hung out. Our last mission was a few weeks ago. Lots to catch up on!""Oh." She blinks slowly, mulling over his words. "Hmm, you're not wrong."His smile dropped a little. "You...don't wanna?"She holds back an amused giggle. Those (literal)puppy-dog eyes were difficult to say no to."I would love to, Kiba-kun. You're right, it has been a while."His smile returned, that of a gleeful beam now. "Woohoo! Let's get outta here then!"She smiles in response, Shino maintaining his usual blank expression.They arrived at the café that was new in Konoha,Tsuki Café. Hinata had been meaning to try it for a while. They take their seats, proceeding to make their orders."Sooo...Hinata, how've you been?" Kiba asked, having finally completed the challenging task of picking what to eat. Shino was peeved, while Hinata had simply chuckled in amusement."Mm, I've mostly been alright. Busy with clan matters, tending to my garden. The usual. How about you, Kiba-kun?""Same old, same old. I gave Akamaru a trim earlier, and he got all grumpy! He's sulking at home. Then I went to Shino's place after getting the brilliant idea of us all hanging out! It took some convincing, but I managed to make him budge. Heh." He crosses his arms, exhaling in victory.Shino's eyebrow twitches in mild irritation. Hinata smiles. "Ah, I see. It really was a good idea...I'm happy to see you both again.""We are too! Right, Shino?""...Yes."Hinata's smile widens, though they were a mismatched bunch, she had grown to love her teammates. They were her second family. Their drinks arrived shortly after, Hinata picking up her steaming hot cup of coffee and politely blowing to cool it off. As she leans in to take her first sip, her lips welcoming the warm and bitter tones, Kiba abruptly asks if she still has feelings for Naruto. She splutters, nearly choking in the process."I'm...I'm sorry??"Kiba leans in closer, his voice dropping. Even Shino had perked up a little."Listen, Hinata. You don't have to cut corners with us. We practically grew up together. Tell us."She uses a tissue to wipe at her chin, poised as ever. She looks him in the eye."Kiba-kun, is this why you wanted to meet today??"He's silent at first, before meekly responding. "M-maybe...".Shino decides to chime in. "We are simply concerned for you, Hinata. You seemed alright up until two weeks ago. Ever since the announcement of Naruto and Sakura's engagement, you've been reclusive and avoidant of everyone.""Yeah, we really just want to know if you're doing okay!" Kiba adds.She bows her head, her eyes following the patterns of the dark brown liquid in her cup as they swirl around unknowingly. "I'm doing fine. I really appreciate you two asking...but I promise that I'm alright."Kiba frowns. "Are you sure? It didn't look that way."She is silent once more, contemplating her next words. Dare she lay the contents of her heart bare, for two of her most special people? What would their responses be? Would they have sound advice, or sympathise with fleeting flashes of pity in their eyes?"No. Anything but that."She opens her mouth to speak, when the bell at the doorway of the café chimes softly. She chooses to ignore it, but she notes the change in Kiba's body language, who is facing the entrance. His shoulders tense, his aura exuding defensiveness. He speaks before she can ask what the problem is."Oh, great.He's here," he hisses lowly. Her brow furrows in confusion, she twists in her seat to have a look at this supposedly threatening stranger. Her eyes widen by a fraction as Sasuke Uchiha strides into the restaurant, as silent as ever. He does not notice her presence at first, but she catches the flash of recognition that flits through his inky black pupils as he draws closer. He gives her a little nod, which she returns in kind. His gaze then lands on Kiba and Shino, before he takes a seat at the lone table behind them. She loses focus for a moment, absentmindedly tracing the outline of his back. She notes that he has nice shoulders. A tanned hand enters her line of sight, waving frantically."Um, helloooo. Earth to Hinata?" Kiba questions loudly, a brow raised. "Can we get back to talking about Naruto now?""Kiba-kun!" She hushes with urgency, nervously glancing over at Sasuke. He seemed to be studying the menu that had just been handed to him. Seemingly not having heard them. She huffs softly."Listen, Kiba-kun...I really am fine. I promise," she pauses for a moment. Was now the time to announce that she would be meeting a potential fiancée soon? She makes eye contact with Kiba, who was now receiving his food from a waiter. She knew he was still listening. Oh, well. What was the worst that could happen?"Actually, I've been meaning to tell you both something..." she begins, her eyes dropping to her coffee as she plays with her fingers nervously. "I'll be meeting someone soon. If all goes well, I...I might be getting married."She looks up to meet Kiba's gaze, dumbfounded and slack-jawed as he holds an untouched spoon of rice. Shino takes a sip of his drink and places it on the table, opting to question Hinata."And you are happy with this...arrangement?"Hinata turns to him. "Yes. It is my duty. Why wouldn't I be?""Hm, duty and happiness are two different things, Hinata."She nods. "I know that, Shino-kun. I am happy.""Tch, like hell you are," Kiba interjects.She blinks. "What?""Hinata, you have to be joking. There's no freaking way you'd be okay with this. Your father put you up to this, didn't he?" He shoves the rice in his mouth, brows knitted with visible irritation.She responds. "I wouldn't exactly say that, Kiba-kun...he suggested it, but I agreed. I don't see the problem...""Bullshit, Hinata!" He slams his spoon on the table. She flinches. "Kiba-kun, st-"You and I both know there's a damn problem. How could he expect this from you? So soon???""..." A feeling of helplessness courses through her."What if this guy is a sleazebag? What if he just wants you for your background, your social standing?? You're not ready, Hinata. The engagement was announced just two fucking weeks ago. Have you even processed things?"As the onslaught of queries continued, Hinata finds herself blocking them out. Her eyes travel to land on the midnight-blue back of the Uchiha, who seemed to be preparing to leave after finishing his meal. That was fast. She recalled the night before, the man's quote lingering in her mind. She had gotten stronger from every single battle. She had learned from her mistakes, and pushed forward. This was a challenge, like any other. She was being berated for her willingness to take it up, to try. Her thoughts, feelings being assumed. The girl who was meant to be grieving for her lost chance at love. She knew, of course, that Kiba was coming from a place of love. He cared about her, she could feel it. She always had. But she wasn't a little girl anymore. Kiba's voice broke through."Is she seriously zoning out on me? Hinata! This is serious. Tell the old man that you'll get married onyourterms, and whenyouwant to. No matter what you say, we know the truth, Hinata. You're not over Naruto."And there it was. The thing she hated so much, clear as day in Kiba's eyes.Pity."Kiba-kun, nobody is coercing me, or forcing me. I made this decision of my own accord. It is part of my responsibility to the clan, yes. But I am also doing it for myself. I...I cannot spend forever pining after him. I must move on eventually. Meeting someone new is part of that. It is time for a change."It seemed as if he were rendered speechless, so she pressed on."I know that you are simply concerned, and I am grateful. But you don't have to look out for me as much anymore...I believe I can take care of myself. Have some faith in me, and please support my decision."A flash of black enters her peripheral vision as Sasuke trails past their table on his way to exit. She looks up at him, their eyes meeting for a second before she fishes in her purse and places some money on the table."This is for my part. Please feel free to have my meal."Kiba remains silent, his lips tight and hand squeezing his spoon. Shino crosses his arms, exhaling. She bows a little, before sliding her chair back in and heading out. She quickens her pace as she exits, her head turning left and right as she seeks out the silhouette of the man who recently left. She catches a glimpse of dark hair, passing the stalls nearby. She increases her pace, raising her voice as she draws closer."Uchiha-san!"He stops mid-track, turning to face her."Yes, Hyuga?" He asks blankly. She glances at his hand, the one that had been reconstructed with Hashirama's cells. His bandaged fingers looped around the handles of a semi-translucent plastic bag; their counterpart being lazily tucked into the pocket of grey sweatpants. He shifts, clearing his throat to call her attention. A blush paints across the milky canvas of her face as their eyes meet, the shame of being caught staring creeping in."I just wanted to ask...how much of our conversation did you overhear?" She clasps her hands behind her back, shuffling her feet as her eyes cast towards the ground. He raises a thin brow, regarding her."Seems to be a favourite question of yours, Hyuga," he comments, before taking a step closer. She fights the instinct to back away. "Anyway, I did. More than I'd have liked to, I'll admit. That's why I left as quickly as I did. Didn't expect you to come storming out after."She forgets all pretext at his words, lifting her gaze again. Indignation evident in those lilac-tinted white irises."I-I did notstormout." She says lowly, her lips turned down. He seems a little taken aback at her rebuttal, lifting the hand from his pocket to run it through his hair."Whatever you say."She recalls his words. "I am sorry that it made you uncomfortable." She adds sincerely."It's fine. The place was getting a little too crowded, anyway.""I see..."She pauses, chewing at her lower-lip as she ponders her next words. Sasuke's bored expression seemed to egg her on. "I want to ask a favour of you...could you please, refrain from telling Naruto or Sakura anything that you heard? I would truly appreciate it." She utters in a single breath, now bated as she awaits his reply.He appears to mull over her words, though his face remains as expressionless as ever. So tricky to read."Well...I don't see why I should tell them."Her face lights up, a sigh of relief nearly escaping her lips. But she composes herself, bowing low in thanks."Thank you very much, Uchiha-san. I owe you for this.""You don't owe me anything. It's no problem, really."She straightens, her brows knitting in confusion. "Surely there is something I can help you with.""...""Well...if you think of something, please do not hesitate to let me know." She turns to leave."Wait."She spins around to face him once more."The tomatoes. I tried planting the seeds today but...I don't think they turned out...great."Ah, I see.""Maybe you could show me the ropes one time. I'll handle the rest."She smiles. "Of course, Uchiha-san. I would be happy to do so. Is tomorrow morning alright with you?""...Sure."She almost asks him what lies in the bag gripped by his hand out of curiosity, but checks herself. They were not nearly familiar enough, and she must maintain her manners."I will see you tomorrow, Uchiha-san." She dips her head once more, before turning around and heading home.Back at the Hyuga compound, Hinata flunked into bed and sighed. She shut her eyes, burying her face into her downy pillow. She wished she hadn't left Kiba and Shino like that, but everything had been far too overwhelming. She decides that she would apologise to them by the end of the week. But for now...rest is what she seeks. Before long, she drifts off and the realm of dreams welcomes her with open arms.She is late to the venue, all of her friends having already gathered there. She finds Ino and Sakura among the slew of faces, flashing them both a smile and seating herself beside the lively blonde. Apologising for running late as her father had held her back to discuss clan business and giggling at Ino's snarky comments about her being overworked, Hinata was in momentary bliss as she reassured her that she was perfectly fine. Just then, the door opened and in walked the saviour of Konoha, decked out in his usual orange and black. Hinata is elated to see him, the speed of her heart gaining pace as he drew nearer to their table amidst everyone's whoops of joy. A blush spreads across her cheeks as he greets her cheerily, she mutters a soft "Hello, Naruto-kun" as she returns the boy's infectious smile. Her heart is full as she takes a mental photograph, freezing the moment in time so she would never forget.It was as if nothing, no one could rid her of her smile, the happiness she felt at the sight of his face. Then, he reaches Sakura and promptly wraps an arm around her shoulder, and he is leaning in to plant a kiss on her cheek. She expects the usual, Sakura getting irritated at his antics and firmly punching him aside. But instead, the emerald-eyed girl simply blushes and accepts the affectionate peck on her pink-tinted skin. The sound of coos and whistles echo throughout the room. Hinata's world begins to fall apart. But nothing could rival the weight of the stone that crushes her heart, as the love of her life announced that he was engaged to his teammate. She is frozen in place, a hidden thorn among the roses in the room that celebrates the betrothed pair. A pain shoots through her upper torso and she yells, clutching her chest as she falls. Nobody bothers to help her up. Instead, they stare. And they laugh. They laugh until the room is flooded with their tears, and she is drowning. She wants to drown.Hinata wakes with a start, forehead slicked with a sheen of sweat and breath releasing in heavy pants. She takes in her surroundings, reminding herself that she is safe in her room, and that it was only a dream. She reaches for a glass of water on her bedside table, taking slow gulps as she calms herself. That nightmare was a first. She pulls the sheets around herself, tucking her knees to her chest. She notices a wet mark on her sweater, and lifts a finger to wipe a sole tear from her eye. As soon as she is calm, her door slides open and Hanabi enters."Hanabi, I'mresti-"Onee-chan, Father wants to see you now! It's about your fiancée-to-be. He's coming tomorrow!!!" She blurts out, her own chest heaving as if she had run a marathon. Hinata is speechless."Oh no."Notes:Author's Note:Thank you so much for reading chapter 3! I would like to add some notes about the story here, in case anyone is feeling confused about certain things.1. This version of Konoha is how I imagine it, which is a mixture of traditional and modern elements. I imagine that cultures, customs and such would still be very traditional, but the infrastructure and culture of the village is evolving. Hence the café, anything else that's considered modern etc.2. The events of "The Last" did not take place.3. Yes, I'm giving Sasuke an arm. The man needs it in my book!That's all for now, I hope I didn't miss anything. Once again, thanks to everyone who's reading, and welcome to anyone new! Please keep reading, I promise the drama and plot shall thicken in upcoming chapters! I apologise in advance for any slow updates, I simply want to deliver the best quality of my writing that is possible. Don't forget to review if you're feeling generous, and I hope everyone has a wonderful day/night!Chapter 4: NoveltyNotes:Author's Note :Hi all, back at it with a nice long chappy for you guys! I have also made the decision to change all honorifics used within the Hyugas to strictly traditional Japanese ones. Just trying to maintain the authenticity, best as I can. Moving on to the chapter!(See the end of the chapter formore notes.)Chapter TextHinata lifts a hand in a futile attempt to tame wind-whipped inky blue strands of hair as she stood outside Sasuke Uchiha's door. She huffs in frustration, giving up and opting to smooth out her clothes instead. The basket of fruits that she had brought as a door gift was parked on the ground of the wooden veranda. She had already politely rung the doorbell, and received a slightly disgruntled greeting from the owner of the house. He had told her to wait, so she would. She took the chance to eye the exterior of the Uchiha's house, noting that he had chosen to incorporate both traditional and modern elements in its design. Though it mostly had the appearance of a typicalminka, he had taken the liberty to add a doorbell. The entrance was not open like that of the Hyuga compound, but instead prohibited by a polished wooden door. The door was suddenly opened, and pearly eyes met onyx ones."Ah-good morning, Uchiha-san!" She greets as she dips her head politely, before straightening back up."Hyuga," He acknowledges, pausing as he seemingly ponders an invisible thought. "Sorry for the hold up, I had a late night."She smiles politely. "It's fine, I barely had to wait." She then remembers the basket, picking it up and holding it out."I hope you like fruits...I got them fresh from the market earlier."He eyes the basket, as if he were warily assessing it, before reaching out and taking it gently from her grasp. His slender fingers brushed lightly against hers for a moment, she almost starts at the unfamiliar sensation. However, it is over before she can know it. He moves aside, a hand casually slipping into the pocket of his shorts. She realises that he is giving her way to enter, and she steps inside after removing her sandals at the entrance.Her interest increases as she takes in the sight of Sasuke's rich and sleek wooden floors, the simple yet elegant crème colour of his walls catching her eye. She had been used to living in a traditional house her entire life, hence anything modern was truly awe-inspiring. She had secretly wanted to ring the doorbell a few times earlier, but that would have been very inappropriate. She resists the temptation to hop on the cushy-looking white sofa in the corner, tearing her eyes away to glance at the stacked bookshelf nearby instead. Seems that Sasuke was a bit of a reader. The sound of a throat being cleared was heard faintly in the background. Sasuke appears in her field of vision, having placed the basket on a small table. He showed no signs of having noticed her open ogling, though it had been quite obvious."The garden is through the back."After having followed Sasuke through the remainder of his house, Hinata was pleasantly surprised at the cosy and modernised interior. It soon turned into shock as she descended the steps and witnessed the backyard of Sasuke's house, which was overrun with weeds."Uchiha-san...is this your garden?""...Yes." He replied, looking almost...sheepish."I-I see." She blinks slowly and gives it a onceover, her gaze landing on a roughly dug up patch of earth among the weeds. That must be the attempt that he had mentioned yesterday. She held back an amused laugh. He would take it as mockery. But his nonchalance was somewhat...endearing, she thought."As much as I'd like to help you with the planting, I'm afraid some weeding will have to be done first. It shouldn't take too long.""Oh. You're supposed to get rid of those."She smiles. "Yes, you are."Fifteen minutes later, Sasuke descends the steps with a bowl of peeled apples and two glasses of orange juice. He figured that he should be as accommodating as possible, seeing as he was currently being so utterly useless. He watches the Hyuga girl's back as she effortlessly pulls the weeds out, neatly discarding them in a basket. She's kneeled in the dirt; her hair pulled into a high ponytail and bangs already sticking to her face as she sweats. She had pulled on some work boots that Sasuke conveniently had, and was donning a sun hat that she had come prepared with. A rare sight to see, he thinks. The noble heiress of the most prestigious clan in Konoha, knee-deep in muck and sweating it out in his backyard. It was an interesting scenario, to say the least."I brought you some juice." He states.She turns around for a look, her hair now fully plastered to her pale features. She sees the drink, nodding in thanks."Thank you, Uchiha-san. I will have it shortly; I just need to finish this section."He shrugs and places it on a stool. "Sure."He then plops on another chair nearby, having an apple slice while she works. Thinking that it was quite sweet, he reaches for another and basks in the sunlight that was beginning to peak beyond the clouds.Hinata walks up all of a sudden, removing her gloves and neatly placing them aside. She lifts a hand to brush the slicked hair off her face, exhaling softly. She picks up the glass and begins to sip slowly at the juice, sitting down on the stool."This a hobby of yours?"She seems almost startled by his question, turning to face him. Was he really that unpredictable?A hint of fondness evident in her lilac irises, she smiles as she replies. "Yes. Ever since I was young.""I see." He takes a sip of his own juice."What about you, Uchiha-san? Do you have any?""Mm...does training count?"She softly giggles at this, lifting a hand to cover her mouth. She stops when she notices his expression, though."Oh. You were being serious..." She fiddles with her juice and looks away, seemingly embarrassed.He shuts his eyes softly as the wind flicks across his face, the morning sun almost out now. "Relax, Hyuga. Being mistaken doesn't always have to result in a consequence."She looks at him once more. "I suppose you're right...I wish that were true for most things.""Most people aren't that lucky."She's silent this time.An hour later, Hinata stands up, wiping her brow with her arm and smiling triumphantly as she looks at the fruits of her labour. Sasuke too, is satisfied. He had finally managed to accomplish the planting of his tomato seeds, with Hinata's guidance, of course."It looks good," Hinata states after giving everything a onceover. "Tend to them the way I've taught you, and you should have perfect tomatoes in no time. Please do not neglect watering times, Uchiha-san.""I won't." He affirms.She gestures to the other empty beds of soil. "You could add whatever you like here, just remember to section them off."He nods in understanding. "Got it. Thanks."She smiles cheerfully. "It was no problem at all! It was the least I could do. Besides, it was fun starting from scratch with a fresh bed of soil. I hope you will find as much joy as I do in the tranquillity that gardening can provide."She heads over to the chair from before, beginning to remove her gloves and boots. Her pants were dirtied with soil and her face was covered with a sheen of sweat. She meets his eyes."Is there anything else you'd like from me, Uchiha-san?"He thinks for a moment. Was now the time? It would be embarrassing to admit that he hadn't known her name the entire time. He taps his foot a little as he gazes at her, waiting patiently for his reply while she unties the strings of her hat. Screw it. By his own words, not every mistake has to have consequences."I'll be honest, Hyuga...I don't think I remember your name." He states plainly, watching as she finally undoes the strings. He braces himself for some form of impending judgment. But none arrives."Oh," she simply says. "My apologies, Uchiha-san...I should've introduced myself in the marketplace the other day. It makes sense that you would not remember my name. It's Hinata.""...Right."She smiles wantonly, removing her hat at last. "I am aware that it doesn't suit me. One would think that I'd be associated with anything else, rather than the sun." She adds slowly, her eyes downcast.He watches as the wind dances through her long hair and her futile attempt to tuck it behind her ear. The morning sun nearly gone, but casting its last few rays down on her face. The sunlight dancing upon her fair features, she seemed to be...glowing, almost. He thinks to himself that she is mistaken. It does suit her."If there's nothing else, I'll be going now..." she trails off."Yeah, that'll be all."She nods as acknowledgement, before heading up the stairs and back into the house. He follows close behind her."Uchiha-san, could I borrow your sink for a bit? My hands have a bit of dirt on them..." she admits sheepishly, her eyes darting to the ground shortly after. She seemed ashamed.He lifts a thin brow, mildly amused by the girls' manners. He couldn't resist the urge to mess with her. Just a bit."What if I said no?" he questions, leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed."H-huh?" she stutters, evidently confused. "Oh...that's alright. It can wait until I reach the compound..."The corners of his lips upturn by a breadth. He battles with the temptation to send her on her way with unwashed hands. How amusing that would be."I was just joking. Go ahead."Her pupils light up in realisation, a hint of indignation soon creeping in. Nonetheless, she appears to compose herself."Of course...! Good one, Uchiha-san." She smiles softly, before edging to the sink.He watches her scrub her fingers, one-by-one. They were quite small, but slender and graceful in movement."I hope that's not how you always handle such situations."She pauses, midway through the tedious process of cleaning her fingernails. He wonders if he had overstepped."I'd like to think not. I have been told that I'm fun to tease on multiple occasions, however. I don't mind it if it brings the people that I care about joy." She steadily replies."Sure. But there has to be a line between their joy and your pride."She turns off the water and dabs her hands on a towel by the sink. He notes that she didn't ask for permission this time."I do not worry about such things with my special people." She turns to face him. "Do you, Uchiha-san?"It seemed he had touched some sort of nerve. He recalls the conversation between her and her teammate. She had reacted in a similar way when Naruto was mentioned."I meant no offence."Her expression shifts, that familiar polite smile painted on again, head shaking slightly. "None was taken. I'll be heading home now."She bows, the arch of her back straight. It peeves him a bit, the propriety. It reminds him of what he would've been. What he should've been."Stop that," he says as she is mid-bow. She tilts her head up, watching him expectantly with a perplexed expression. "The formalities. You don't have to observe them with me. The bowing and...stuff."She blinks twice, her mouth slightly agape before she gathers herself and straightens back up. "I-I see. Alright then..."He watches her shift awkwardly, before he notices something. "Your pants."She follows his gaze, catching sight of her dirtied pants. "Oh...it's fine, Uchiha-san. The compound isn't too far from here." She reassures.He lifts a hand, running it through his hair. The Hyuga heiress, walking around Konoha with dirty clothing. Wasn'tshethe one who's supposed to be worried about how she'd look? He casts a glance at her, watching him innocently with her sun-hat in hand. What a pain."I'll lend you something of mine. Hold on."Hinata reaches the entrance of the compound fifteen minutes later, removing her sandals and arranging them neatly on the veranda. She scans the area, wary as she enters silently before a small, petite figure lands in front of her."Hanabi!" Hinata yelps, clutching at her chest."Nee-chan?! Aww, I thought you were Ko! I was gonna get the jump on him." The brown-haired girl pouts."Hanabi, you have to stop with this-this habit of yours. It could lead to somebody getting hurt. Or worse,yougetting hurt." Hinata lectured, hand remaining on her chest as she steadied her heartbeat."Chill out, won't you? I'm just trying to have some fun. This place could use it." She balances atop the wooden railings that line the open courtyard, her pale bluekimonoswishing gracefully. "Especially today, with your man meat coming and all. It'll be way too serious and boring!"She glares at the younger girl, who simply chuckles in response. "Don't use such words, Hanabi. It's unbecoming."Hanabi scoffs. "You have to lighten up, Nee-chan. He's not gonna like you if you don't!" She teases.Hinata shakes her head, turning heel in the direction of her room. "I'll see you at dinner, Hanabi. Remember to dress formally.""Yeah, yeah, I got it." She says lazily, before staring closer at Hinata's now retreating figure. "Nee-chan, aren't your pants a little too loose for you???" She calls out.Hinata simply quickens her pace, clutching the brown bag containing her soiled pants closer to her chest.Moments later, she is in her room and preparing for a bath. She regards herself in the mirror, sighing at how evidently loose Sasuke's pants were on her frame. The Uchiha had completely ignored her protests, and fetched the smallest pair he had. Well, small for him, she supposed. She fingered the dark brown fabric, noting its comfiness. He had said that she could keep it, but she wasn't going to, of course. It would be highly inappropriate. She was surprised at his consideration. Never had she thought that Sasuke of all people, would offer her his clothes just to spare her the shame of walking home in dirtied attire. Nor had she expected his home to feel so...warm. Then again, she supposed he had a knack for subverting her expectations. His attempt at gardening had been nothing short of amusing. And his statements about her...they had almost felt personal. He must have heard quite a bit of her conversation. She had probably seemed like a complete pushover, sitting there and taking whatever Kiba had thrown at her. She sighed; the conclusion she assumed Sasuke had come to about her was most likely accurate."Hinata does not retaliate. Hinata is polite and forgiving. Hinata is easy to walk all over."She recalls being a little snappy with the last Uchiha, however. Strange, and very unlike her. She wanted to smack herself for being so impolite with someone whom she barely knew. It seemed that the slip-ups would never end."Hinata-sama, the bath is prepared!" A handmaid calls from behind theshojidoor."Thank you, Akari. I'll be right there." She replies.She takes one last look at her pants, before undoing its drawstrings and letting it drop to the floor. She couldn't afford any slip-ups tonight.The sound of fabric swishing softly was heard, Hinata's arms spread out, her mind elsewhere. It was almost time. Time to meet the man whom she would decidedly spend the rest of her life with. Would it be love at first sight? She doubted such a thing existed. Well, if not love, perhaps some sort of initial attraction. She regarded herself in the mirror, her usually pale features now enhanced with makeup by Akari. The girl was quite skilled. Vermillion had been dabbed upon the alabaster canvas of her cheeks; her eyelids coated in a light pink-hued powder. Her lips painted a fiery crimson, the outline of their heart shape lined perfectly by a steady hand. Her hair had been gathered and pinned into a low, neat bun that was held in place by a golden hairpin. Its tassels gleamed when caught in the light. Her maids were now slipping the final layer of herfurisodekimonoon, a bold yet elegant shade of red. Branches of gold adorned with white lilies embellish the corners of the material, meeting in the middle of its bodice. Theobisoon followed, a striking gold to match pulled around her torso. Though not Hinata's usual colour or style, her father had insisted. He was pulling out all the stops, it would seem. This was one of the best they had."Hinata-sama, we are finished." A voice interrupts her thoughts. Akari places a pair of red house slippers at her feet.She slips into them, giving herself a final glance in the mirror."You look wonderful, Hinata-sama." Akari adds, admiring her handiwork as the two other maids nod eagerly in agreement.She smiles. "Thank you all. I owe it to your skills."She chuckles as they blush and insist that it is her natural beauty. She silently wishes she had that idea of herself.Akari gently reminds her that it is time to go, and they exit the room.Minutes later, she is standing at the main entrance with Hanabi and her father, waiting to receive their guests."Do not forget to smile, Hinata." Her father stated plainly."Yes, Otou-sama." Hinata replies softly. Hanabi rolls her eyes, unnoticeable to him. Hinata smiles wide, marvelling at how her sister never failed to amuse her. Hanabi looked every bit as stunning as she did with her hair up, however her deep yellowkimonowas much plainer in comparison. Hinata was meant to be the star tonight.Ko approached them, informing them that their guests had arrived. Hinata prepared herself. This was it.The gates to the main entrance of the compound swung open, revealing a small party of people beginning to draw closer from the front gates. The faces of her suitor's parents came into sight, a round-bellied, bespectacled man and his petite, prim-looking wife. Both were donningkimono,turquoise in colour with silver embellishments. They appeared jovial and friendly, giant smiles gracing their features as they approached her father."Hiashi Hyuga-san! We meet at last." The man says as he bows low in greeting, his wife following suit."Indeed, Daisuke Satou-san. I extend a very warm welcome to you and your wife." Hiashi responds, bowing in kind."It is a pleasure and an honour to meet the honourable Hiashi Hyuga in person." His wife adds."The pleasure is all mine, Harumi-san." Hiashi says. He gestures to Hinata and Hanabi. "I would like you to meet my eldest and heiress to the clan, Hinata. And my youngest, Hanabi."Hinata smiles, bowing politely. "Good evening and welcome. I look forward to having a lovely evening with your family."Hanabi follows suit in the back.Hinata glanced at their faces, Daisuke beaming at her, his wife's hand hovering above her mouth. Should she be concerned at that reaction?"Oh my-Hiashi-san. Your daughter is even more beautiful in person."A warm blush begun to spread across her cheeks. This woman was rather...brazen. She walks up to Hinata all of a sudden, taking her hands in hers. Hinata blinks in surprise, resisting the urge to back away. Hiashi's eyebrow twitches as she had entered with her shoes still on."My dear...the picture that the matchmaker sent simply did not do any justice. After laying eyes on you, I don't believe any other woman would be suitable for my son."An awkward silence ensued, Hanabi's muffled laughter heard in the background."O-oh, I...thank you-"Stop it, Mother. You're scaring the poor girl." A deep voice said. Hinata strained her neck, eyes seeking out its owner.He strode past the entrance, tall and confident. Towering over both his mother and her, he placed his hands on his mothers' and gently prised them away from Hinata's."You've just met her. I doubt she'd be comfortable with such familiarity." He turns his gaze to her. "Right, Hinata-san?"A pause of silence before she answers. "No, I don't mind at all, Satou-san," she bows. "Welcome, please make yourself at home."The handmaids draw closer, placing house slippers in near their feet."Thank you, Hinata-san." He nods and smiles, before turning to his mother. "Mother, you forgot to remove your shoes...""Oh, silly me! My apologies, Hiashi. I was far too excited!" She steps back outside to remove her shoes.He shakes his head at her, before focusing on Hinata again. "You have quite a lovely home. I spent a few minutes admiring the woodwork outside, hence my late arrival.""Thank you, Satou-san. I am glad it is to your liking." She responds.The sound of a throat clearing is heard in the background. Hiashi seemed to be waiting for something.The boy catches on, bowing in his direction. "My sincerest apologies, Hyuga-san. I forgot to greet you in my rush to...assist Hinata-san."Hiashi shuts his eyes. "Not a problem, Yuusei-kun. I understand." He turns to the maids. "Please collect their things, and have them moved to their rooms."They nod, moving to pick up the Satou's things. He informs them that they will be adjourning to the dining room and proceeds to head in its direction. She moves to let the man walk after his parents, but he shakes his head and asks her to lead the way. The night was proving to be full of surprises.Idle chatter filled the air as the group partakes in their food, seated upon polished wooden chairs. Hiashi had opted for the modern dining room instead, one Hinata hadn't even known the existence of. One of the rooms had been modified, a large marble table and chairs brought in just last week, according to Hanabi who had whispered sneakily in her ear. He had wanted to make their guests feel more at home, apparently."Hinata-chan, do you travel often?" Harumi's voice broke in.She plasters on a smile, noting the overly familiar honorific before answering. "Outside of missions, I'm afraid not.""Such a shame! Well, Yuusei here has been to many places and could take you to some of them. I am sure he already has several in mind...go on Yuusei, tell her!" She chimes eagerly.Hinata perks up at this. She had always been fascinated by other lands, but never really spent enough time exploring them. Kiba was always too lazy, Shino uninterested.Yuusei laughs softly, placing his cup of green tea down. "Mother, we've only just met. Perhaps it would be better to save such talk for later.""Nonsense! Now is better a time than any. Wouldn't you agree, Hiashi?""...I agree with the boy," Hiashi replies. "Besides, I doubt Hinata will have any time to travel. Once she is wed, her attention shall primarily be on the preparations required for inheritance of the clan.""Of course, Hiashi! But surely, she might havesometime to spare...perhaps between now and the wedding?" Harumi boldly proposes."I'm afraid not, Harumi-san. I prioritised herkunoichitraining when she was younger, any heir of the Hyuga must be able to defend themselves. Hence, it is now of the utmost importance that she is trained and ready to become the clan head."Hinata's shoulders slump, her gaze downcast. She was not expecting to be reminded of her impending responsibilities so soon. An awkward silence fills the room, Hiashi signalling to the maids for their dishes to be cleared."Oh, dessert! How generous, Hiashi." Harumi attempts to break the tension, noticing mini plates of various assorted sweet treats being placed on their table once cleared."I was not too sure of your favourites, so I had different types brought in. I hope they are to your liking.""More than I can say, Hiashi! Travelling has its perks, you know. You get to try a little bit of...everything." Harumi remarks, taking a small bite out of a cream puff."I am sure of it." Hiashi says simply, settling for one of thewagashi.Yuusei is silent, politely chewing on a red bean mochi and sipping his green tea. Hinata noted his manners, strangely contrasting with his parents'. Harumi chewed rather loudly, and Daisuke had barely said a word the entire night. She stares at the plates of sweets, but found no appetite."Hinata-chan, are none of these to your liking? Go on dear, have something!" Harumi exclaims."Thank you, Harumi-san. I would love to, but I've had my fill for tonight. Please, help yourself." Hinata smiled.She secretly wishes that she would be excused. The meeting had proven to be more than she could handle. Alas, only her father could give her the green light of dismissal. She casts a side glance toward Hanabi, wondering if she could use her as an excuse to be dismissed. But the light-haired girl seemed more than content at the table, stuffing sweet after sweet into her mouth. Hinata sighed softly. She begins to wonder if simply asking was worth a go, when Yuusei speaks."Hiashi-san, I have a thought. My mother was the one who had the brilliant idea of us staying in the Hyuga compound, so I could familiarise myself with the environment. Have an idea of what would be waiting for me, if me and Hinata-san were to wed.""A brilliant idea indeed, Yuusei-kun. What of it?" Hiashi asks, almost impatiently."Well, I believe a tour of the compound might help with that," He pauses, giving Hinata a quick onceover before continuing. "And seeing as me and Hinata-san are already done with our meals, perhaps she would be so kind as to escort me."She sits up, mildly astonished by his sudden request. Hiashi seems to ponder this for a while, before nodding."Certainly. You are both dismissed for the night. Yuusei-kun, I'm sure the maids will show you to your room afterwards...have a good rest."Yuusei stands up, politely bowing in Hiashi's direction. "Thank you, Hiashi-san. Goodnight to you as well. Mother, Father, I will see you later in your room.""Yes, yes. Go ahead, boy." His father smiles encouragingly."Such a lovely suggestion, Yuusei! Perfect time for you to get to know each other a little. Don't be shy, Hinata-chan." She teases.Hinata resists the urge to bow her head, ignoring the mild heat warming her cheeks. Instead, she bows in the general direction of the others, and bids them goodnight. She ignores the cheeky grin Hanabi had plastered on."Shall we, Hinata-san?" Yuusei is towering above her once more, beckoning to the door.She pads ahead."W-which area would you like to see first?" She inquires politely, a little bewildered by Yuusei's dismissal of the maids who had wanted to escort them. She curses the momentary return of her old stutter.He puts a hand on his strong chin, seemingly deep in thought. His tanned fingers appear soft. Softer than hers, perhaps."Hmm, how about your favourite spot?" He replies."Oh-are you sure? There are much more interesting places..." she trails off."I'm sure there are. But I'm most interested in your favourite, Hinata-san." He states. Violet eyes meet hazel ones. They really did have a twinkle to them."Alright."Shortly after, they stand in the midst of Hinata's garden. He wanders around, taking in her flowers."I must say, Hinata-san...you definitely have an eye for beauty. These are exquisite, to say the least." He says as he fingers the petals of her prized white roses. His gaze turns to her. "Of course, some say that it would take one to recognise one..."She prays that he doesn't think much of her looking away, unable to disguise her shyness. Mirth dances in his light brown irises as he approaches her."I hope I am not making you uncomfortable, Hinata-san. I was only teasing.""No...not at all, Satou-san." A weak smile adorns her features. This sounded familiar, and she wasn't sure if she liked it.He returns the smile, edging closer to the swing hanging from the tree. She hopes he doesn't sit on it. The swing was one of the few things she liked to keep exclusively to herself. To her relief, he simply puts his hand on the rope and toys with it."However, I would like to sincerely apologise for my mother's behaviour. Our family has spent so much time travelling, and formalities vary based on the land we visit. She forgets herself rather easily, I'm afraid.""Ah-it's perfectly alright, Satou-san! I didn't mind at all." She says, waving her hand in denial. "It was...quite refreshing, actually. Different from what I'm used to."He turns and proceeds to close a bit of the distance between them."I am glad you see it that way, Hinata-san. I myself am not a fan of such...formalities." He was quite close now. She had to crane her neck to look up at him.His wavy, brown fringe had been parted in the middle and secured with pins. His hair was longer than in the photo, but neatly gathered into a small ponytail. Amusement sparkled in his amber-hued eyes as they met lilac ones. She wanted to back away, such physical proximity was not what she expected to occur during their first meeting. But she decided to stand her ground. Perhaps this was a challenge. She wouldn't back down."I have seen many a beautiful woman in my lifetime, Hinata-san." He tilts his head slightly to the left, brown eyes roving over her features. "But I must admit, a woman as stunning as yourself is rare to find...my mother was not wrong about that."She is unable to fight the flush that spreads across her cheeks this time. She hurriedly lowers her gaze, fingers beginning to fidget with her sleeve."Thank you, Satou-san...""No, not Satou-san." She draws in a breath as two larger hands land on hers, gently putting a halt to her fidgeting. She watches the teal fabric of his sleeves brush against the red of hers. A hand raises to tilt her chin upwards, fixating her focus upon him. "Call me Yuusei-kun."He dips his head lower, leaning in closer to her face. Hinata's eyes widen. Was he really going to do what she was thinking of...?! She holds up a hand, meaning to interrupt him."Satou-san-"Erm." The deep voice of a man clearing his throat was heard. They both turned to look, frozen in place."Otou-sama..." She wanted to sink into a hole in the ground."Hiashi-san! We were not expecting you." Yuusei cheerfully remarks, releasing her hand and chin from his grip."Evidently not." Hiashi states plainly, crossing his arms. "Yuusei-kun, I came to inform you that your mother wishes to speak with you.""Ah, of course." He looks at her expectantly. "Perhaps Hinata-chan could escort me to my mother's chambers..."Hiashi raises a brow. "There won't be any need for that, I'm sure she is tired. One of the maids shall escort you.""Very well. Until tomorrow, Hinata-chan." He stoops low, taking the perplexed girl's hand in his and planting a soft kiss upon it.She gathers herself enough to muster a smile and withdraws her hand, a bead of sweat tracing the side of her face.He bows in Hiashi's direction, before making his way up the wooden steps and disappearing behind the door. Then there was only her, frozen awkwardly in place and her father, emotionless as ever."I will be taking my leave as well, Otou-sama. Goodnight." She bows before walking ahead, wanting so badly for the night to be over."...Was he gentle?" He suddenly asks."Wha-what...?" She responds, startled by his sudden question.Hiashi folds his arms, gaze pointed at the night sky. "The boy. Was he gentle with you?""Oh. Yes..." Her own eyes turn towards the ground."...Good. Run along now, get some sleep."She nods and pads over to the entrance. Akari was already waiting for her."Do you think he's a good kisser? He certainly looks like one!" Akari proclaims as she combs through her hair, Hinata having changed out of herkimonoand comfy in a nightgown."Akari..." Hinata chastises softly, her hand playing with the hairpin that had just been removed."Surely you must have thought of it, Hinata-sama! Being a good kisser is an important quality, you know..." She teases playfully."It wasn't exactly the first thing on my mind..."The brown-haired girl pauses, her comb mid-section. "Oh? Do tell!""I just...felt that it was inappropriate. Is it normal for people to kiss upon the first meeting?""Oh, Hinata-sama..." Akari chuckles. "It most definitely is! I have heard many stories of lovers kissing, simply after meeting each other.""Ah, I see..." She places the hairpin in her bejewelled box. "I always imagined that it would be more...enchanting."Akari simply smiles at this."Of course," She finishes up, placing the comb on her dresser. "You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, Hinata-sama. That is always an option.Hinata beams at her in the mirror. "You're right, Akari. I'll remember that."The girl smiles, tucking a strand of Hinata's hair behind her ear affectionately. "I hope you do get that magical kiss you want so badly, Hinata-sama."She bows, and exits the room. Hinata regards her reflection, lifting a finger to trace her lower-lip absentmindedly."Me too."That night she dreamt of eyes, blue as the sky and deeper than the ocean.Notes:GlossaryMinka - Houses constructed in any one of several traditional Japanese building styles.Furisode - The most formal style of kimono worn by young and often unmarried, women.Obi - A long decorative belt that is wrapped around the body to wear a Japanese kimono or yukata.Wagashi - Traditional Japanese confections.Author's Note :Looks like the Satou family has entered the chat. What other unorthodox surprises will they have in store, I wonder? Lack of Sasuke this chapter, sorry to anyone who was looking forward to seeing more of him! I have decided that this fic will be more Hinata-centric than Sasuke. She is the one canonically lacking character development, after all. Stay tuned for the next chapter to find out! Until then, dear readers.Chapter 5: SerenityNotes:Author's Note :Okay, you all probably resent me a little. I'm REALLY sorry it took this long to update. But I hope to make it up to you. I got a little ahead of myself writing this one, and by the end of it, I felt that it would be wiser to split the chapter in half. That means the next one will be up pretty soon, as I've done some of it. Anyway, on with chapter 5!(See the end of the chapter formore notes.)Chapter TextThe sound of a fist pounding on wood echoed throughout the small house. Sasuke groaned, turning in his sleep. He refused to open his eyes. There wasn't a dream to be found in his sleep last night, and he felt all the better for it. The knocking had ceased.'Finally', He thought. The momentary silence was then followed by a familiar voice, incessantly yelling his name. Letting out a heavy sigh, he forces himself awake and gets out of bed. Fixing his hair as he lumbers over to the door in vexation, he steadily yanks it open."What the hell do you want, Naruto?!"The unabashed blonde grins triumphantly as he crosses his arms."Finally! Took you long enough, dumbass."Sasuke's eyebrow twitches in irritation, his chest heaving as he draws in a breath. He had to attempt calming down, at least."You haven't answered my question, idiot. Why are you here?""That's-"We thought we'd pay you a visit, Sasuke-kun." A voice chimed in.His eyes widen by a fraction, zipping to land on its owner. That familiar pink head popped around the veranda, her bright green dress swishing as she ascends the stairs."...I see."She smiles warmly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Seems like we woke you up...sorry about that.""What's the big deal, Sakura-chan? He needed to wake up anyway! Oi, Sasuke. Do you know what the time is?"Sasuke turns to him, brow furrowing once more. He squints his eyes, barely managing to make out the sun. "Late afternoon, it would seem.""And you don't see a problem with that?" Naruto presses.He remains silent."Naruto, leave him be! Maybe he was busy yesterday.""Hmph, busy my ass." He replies shortly, but quiets down after.Sakura grins. "So, Sasuke-kun, can we come in? We brought you something to eat."She gestures to Naruto, holding a brown paper bag in his clutches.He looks at the bag, then back at Sakura questioningly."Oh! It's...""Ramen, of course!" Naruto huffs."...Of course."Sasuke wipes his face and lazily tosses the towel aside, stepping back into the dining area. Sakura already had the food laid out. He watches her adjust her dress afterwards, padding over to Naruto who was flicking through the channels on the radio."Naruto, stop that! We came here to chat, not to listen to the radio. Go sit at the table." She takes the radio firmly from his grasp, placing it away."Aww. Fine..." He mumbles, padding over to the table.Sasuke smirks, revelling in his childish, dejected expression. The blonde notices, an outburst ensuing as he sits at the table."I'll punch that smirk off your face!""Heh. I would return the favour afterwards, but it looks like someone's already done it for me." He responds as he takes a seat, picking up a pair of chopsticks.His eyes assess the bruise near Naruto's mouth. "That from the mission you just got back from?"Naruto leans his chin on his hand. "Yeah. One of the goons protecting the sleazebag I was after gave me this. Not a bad fighter and fast, I'll give him that.""Can't be as fast as me," Sasuke retorts before slurping up his ramen. "You'd have a lot worse than just a bruise."Naruto grins. "In your wildest dreams.""Do you two ever talk about anythingbesidesbeating each other up?" Sakura wonders out loud as she joins them at the table. "Maybe I should've patched up that bruise after all. Mr. Battle Scar here insisted on keeping it.""It's a badge of honour, Sakura-chan! Not a lot of guys can even get within a metre of me these days. It's rare!"She simply shakes her head in response."You're wrong about that..." Sasuke couldn't resist quipping.Naruto smirks confidently. "Why not you finish your ramen, and we can go find out if I am?"Before he can respond, Sakura clears her throat. Naruto gulps nervously, hands waving frantically as he reassures her that it was only a joke. Dark eyes glance at her, watching the movement of her silky pink locks dance as she brandishes a fist menacingly at the blonde and lectures him. Although her brows were furrowed and expression stern, affection gleamed in the pools of her emerald irises. She was glowing, but not with anger. So, this is what love looks like. A pang of regret shoots through his chest. He never could have made her glow, not like that. Although she had made every effort to get closer to him after the war, he had been...himself. Cold, unavailable. She was too much of a reminder, of his past, his old self. He just couldn't bring himself to return her affections, as much as he had wanted to. He had loved her, perhaps...in his own way. But the time had flown by, and he was barely ever around. So, she had moved on. He looked away from the lovers, who were now bantering playfully. Naruto was right for her. He never would've been."Sasuke-kun?" Sakura's voice breaks through his reverie.He turns his gaze to meet hers, ignoring the blush of joy colouring her cheeks from chatting to Naruto. It peeved him. Just a tiny bit."So...Naruto has something to ask you." She now turns to the whiskered man, waiting expectantly. Sasuke follows suit. He raised a brow; Naruto seemed a little...nervous?"Me and Sakura-chan were thinking...we wanted our wedding to be special, ya know? We decided to add a little modern twist to it.""And?" He was already getting impatient."Well...I was hoping you'd be my best man." He mutters.A silence ensues, Sakura beaming innocently."...The entire village, and half of the Great Ninja world will be there.""N-not the entire village! That's an exaggeration...""Naruto, they hate me. I don't think any of them would even be expecting me to show up."Sakura's eyebrows furrow in concern. "Sasuke-kun, isn't 'hate' too strong a word? You can't actually think that...""You haven't seen how they look at me, Sakura. If anything, hatred is underselling it." He huffs irritably. "I just-I wanted to keep a low profile.""Huh, a low profile...gotcha." Naruto says, in a tone barely above a whisper. His eyes downcast, seemingly fixated on the wooden surface of the table.Sakura places a hand on his back soothingly. "Alright, Sasuke-kun...if you do change your mind though, let us know."He nods. Naruto stands, announcing that he would be going outside for some air and nearly racing out the door.Sakura sighs defeatedly, then proceeds to smile reassuringly at him. "He'll be fine. Soon enough." She regards Sasuke wearily, shifting awkwardly in her seat. "So...want me to make some tea?"Sunlight glistened, dancing off the surface of the raven locks that rest upon the pale girls' head. She lets out a soft exhale, her breath merging with the wind as many had before. She wonders how much longer she would be sitting here for, the droning of the clan elder that was providing a lecture seeming to be ceaseless. Her gaze drifts to Hanabi who was sitting opposite her, beads of water forming in the corners of her eyes as the young girl stifles a yawn. She wished she could be that carefree. Hanabi had protested against her presence, but an elder had insisted. Hinata thinks about how Hanabi would feel if she were in her position, with a duty to perform and a husband to be chosen. Her gaze shifts to the man who could be that person, colour beginning to creep into her cheeks as she finds him already staring. He offers her a friendly smile, his hair slightly unkempt. Stray brown locks had become plastered to his skin through sweat. She returns it, lifting a hand to ensure that her own bangs were in place. She wore her hair high today, her ponytail fluffed and full.He cups a hand over his mouth to disguise his moving lips, voice low as he leans in and whispers. "You look good to me."Her cheeks still warm, she mumbles a soft "Thank you," under her breath, eyebrows raised in mild amusement.A cheeky grin spreads across his rugged features, he was seemingly pleased with himself. Hinata allowed her smile to mirror his, it was really quite infectious."Erm, Hinata-sama." A voice calls from nowhere, breaking through her stupor. She turns to find its source, meeting the dark grey eyes of the elder. A quick glance around the table showed that everyone's eyes were now on her. "Did you manage to catch that last part, Hinata-sama?""Yes...?" She replies uncertainly.The elder shakes her head in disapproval. Beside her, Hiashi lets out a small huff. Her smile drops completely, a mild ache building in her chest. She had disappointed him again. "My apolo-"It wasn't her fault. I spoke to her first. I'm sorry." Her eyes widen, her and everyone else turning to look at Yuusei after his sudden admission. His expression was now firm, his posture straight but head dipped in a light bow. The picture of seriousness, which was unlike him. The elder and his parents were too stunned to speak, Hanabi appearing to be less bored. Hinata could only stare in wonder at this man, who seemed to be full of surprises.Hiashi broke the silence, calm and no-nonsense as ever. "Very well Yuusei-kun, as you were."He straightened back up again, flashing a small smile her way. Her heart jumped the teensiest bit.Her attention snapped over to her father immediately after, as he begins to speak."As we were saying before, Hinata. Next week, you and Yuusei-kun shall be attending the council meeting. The elders and I have decided that it is time for you to observe, and participate in the discussions that will held."Hinata gasped audibly. Being finally invited to sit the council was one thing, but participation? That meant that she would be able to ask questions and provide input. She smiles, bowing in the direction of her father and the elder."Thank you for the invitation. It is an honour.""I thank you as well," Yuusei chimes in. "But I must ask-what have I done to deserve the honour?"Hiashi and the elder exchange a knowing look."The council is of the opinion that it would be an enriching experience, for the future spouse of the clan heiress." The elder states plainly.Hinata averts her gaze shyly, noticing Yuusei getting visibly flustered."A-ah. I see. Thank you very much."Once everyone had finished up their tea, Hiashi informed them that lunch was over and they were free to roam the compound. She was about to go to Yuusei, wanting to thank him for earlier. All of a sudden, Akari blocked her path, following up with a bow."Hinata-sama, Inuzuka-san and Aburame-san are here to see you. They await your presence in the main foyer."Her eyes grew wide. "Oh...I see. I will be there soon." She makes eye contact with Hiashi who gives her a nod of dismissal, having heard the exchange.Moments later, Hinata is facing an oddly quiet Kiba, shuffling awkwardly. Shino silently regards her."H-hello Kiba-kun, Shino-kun." She starts nervously, embarrassed as she recalls her sudden outburst the other day. "What-what brings you here?""Hello, Hinata. We apologise for the intrusion. We are here because Kiba has something to say." He fixes his glance on the boy with red markings, crossing his arms.She follows his lead, her light eyes meeting Kiba's dark ones. "Yes, Kiba-kun?"He straightens up and clears his throat, seeming determined. "I just wanted to say that...I'm sorry, Hinata." She cocks her head, a little confused. "You know, for the other day. I was inconsiderate, and started bombarding you with questions out of nowhere. I didn't even give you a chance to speak. I understand why you got so mad..." he trails off, rubbing at the back of his neck. Guilt was evident in those brown irises.She takes a moment to ponder his words, before stepping a little closer. "It's alright, Kiba-kun. I am sorry too, for reacting the way I did. It was not appropriate of me at all."He smiled, apparently relieved. Had he been expecting a different answer? All of a sudden, she recalls a conversation from not too long ago."There has to be a line between their joy and your pride." A spark of boldness fills her."I would like to add something, Kiba-kun," He perks up, listening intently. "I hope that in the future, you will trust that I made the right decision for myself. I don't wish for this to happen again...it wasn't a good experience for both of us."He seemed a little shocked by her words, but grins shortly after. "Yeah, you're right. I will, thanks for telling me that."She smiles in return, noticing that even Shino had a light smirk on his lips."So...there's gonna be a little gathering tonight at one of the restaurants. Naruto just got back from a mission, so it's his treat. You should come! Most of the gang are gonna be there, except for Tenten and Lee. They got sent on a mission, last minute."Her smile dropped. "Oh, I would love to, Kiba-kun...but I don't think I can leave the compound for the rest of the week."Kiba's gaze now seemed to be fixated on an area just above Hinata's shoulder."Is it 'cause of that guy with brown hair, coming up to us right now?" he asks, a brow raised. Shino was staring too.Oh no. "Well...yes and no..." she starts."Who is he?"She shuffles nervously, casting her gaze to the ground that had just become extremely fascinating. Her index fingers nearly meet in old habit."Um...I was going to tell you later on. He's...well..."Kiba's eyes narrow at the area behind her."Someone important, I hope." Yuusei's voice chimes in easily, an arm slipping casually around her shoulder. She would've started, but she managed to calm herself."You two must be Hinata-chan's teammates," he says, that warm smile plastered on his olive-skinned features. "A pleasure to officially meet you. My name is Yuusei Satou." He inclines his head in a light bow.Shino returns it, and Kiba barely tilts his head. The silence from the latter was concerning. "He knows", she thinks."I am Shino, and this is Kiba." Shino adds."Ah, of the Inuzuka and Aburame clans. It's an honour," he says with an easy smile. "Well, I hope I'm not interrupting anything. It's just...my mother. She spotted you both from afar, and said it would be good to get to know some of Hinata-chan's friends."Shino nods in acknowledgement, Kiba choosing to remain silent. She had to say something."It's no problem at all, Satou-san. We were just catching up."The tall man frowns, poking softly at her arm. "Yuusei-kun.""Right. Sorry-"We were also inviting her to a party tonight." Kiba's gruff voice interrupts, his expression unreadable. She did her best to hide her surprise. "She said she can't make it though. 'Cause of you."Yuusei furrows a dark brow in confusion. "Me? Why so?""I-It would have been impolite of me." She blurts out nervously.He crosses his arms. "This won't do, Hinata-chan. You shouldn't hold yourself back for my sake...if anything, you must be bored of me by now."He ignored her low protest of "It's only been two days...", turning to face Kiba once more."She'll be going, rest assured. I'll personally send her off.""That will not be necessary, Yuusei-kun." She turns to Kiba. "I'll be there..."He ignores her, his gaze still fixed on Yuusei. "You know what? You should come too."Her surprise was evident this time, her eyes widening."All our friends will be there. It'll be a good chance for you to meet them, just like your mom wanted."If he caught the jab at all, Yuusei did not show it. Instead, he appeared to be pondering the offer.'No, not now. Not yet...'she thought helplessly."That's a good idea. You're right, Kiba-san."Kiba grinned, and she wanted nothing more than to smack it off his face. As they prattled on about the details of the gathering, a pit formed in Hinata's stomach."You are NOT wearing that." Hanabi says firmly, her legs dangling off the edge of her bed."What's wrong with it?" Hinata shoots back, turning to look at herself in the mirror. She had decided on her usual calf-length, pink skirt and a purple jacket to wear over a black fishnet singlet. "I always wear this."Her sister sighs heavily; a strand of light brown locks sent afloat. "Nee-chan, you know I love you. But I think it's time for a fashion intervention."She hopped off the bed and began to rummage in Hinata's wardrobe."But I'm comfortable with the way I dress..." she protests."You still can be. You just need to find a style that suits you." She pulls out a dress, one that Ino insisted she buy when they had went shopping. "Here, try this on."Soon she was whirling around in the mirror, hardly able to believe her eyes. The dress was down to her calves, sleeves slightly off-shoulder and short. She had been concerned that it would be too tight or revealing, but it cinched snugly around her waist and flared out at her hips. The sweetheart neckline was not too low, and bared a comfortable enough amount of skin for her. Tiny white daisies were scattered across a baby blue background, adorning every corner of the dress. Hanabi chose a plain gold chain with a fitting white daisy pendant, and medium-sized gold hoop earrings. She then personally dabbed on some makeup, Hinata's cheeks and lips a soft pink hue. She refused the mascara at first, having never tried it. But Hanabi insisted, and she gave in. A light blue butterfly partially clipped on her hair, the remainder loose and flowing past her shoulders. Finally, Hanabi dug out a pair of white sandals that she had never used, and clasped a thin gold bracelet on her right wrist. She stood back to admire her handiwork, nodding in approval."Well?" She inquires, arms crossed and a thin brow quirked."I...I like it. Thank you, Hanabi." She smiles gratefully at the younger girl. Hanabi had helped accomplish something that was a constant bane of hers-feeling pretty.She grins. "You're welcome."Akari appears behind theshojidoor. "Hinata-sama, Satou-san is ready and awaiting your arrival in the main foyer. Are you prepared to take your leave?""Ah, yes I am. I'll be right there." She calls out. Remembering something, she turns to her sister. "You said you wanted to talk to me about something earlier. What was it?"An expression of thoughtfulness paints the girls' youthful features. "Mm, it's not that important. It can wait." She shrugs it off."Oh...well, alright then. I'll see you later."She gives her a hug, ignoring Hanabi's cheeky jape of "Be on your best behaviour!" and heads to the foyer.Yuusei was waiting for her there, clad in a pair of plain black pants and dark grey t-shirt, his gaze transfixed on the open night sky. He turned to her as she drew nearer, his pupils dilating as he gave her a onceover. She exhaled, attempting to shake off her nerves."Hello, Sa-Yuusei-kun." She would have to get used to calling him that."Hey, Hinata-chan. You look...different."She smiles wantonly. "I don't usually dress like this.""You should do it more often. You look amazing." He adds, his gaze darting to her lips.Red coloured her cheeks, adding to the blush. Was he...checking her out?"T-thank you...shall we head off?" She edges to the entrance."Yeah..." He says lowly, almost whispering.She found a large man standing outside, much to her bewilderment. "Oops-my bad, Hinata-chan. I forgot to introduce you. This is my escort and personal bodyguard. He'll be keeping us company on the way tonight, I hope you don't mind."The man bowed, before heading to the main gate. She wondered why he would need one seeing as they'd be together, and the village was rather safe. She herself was capable of going out alone at night, and no longer had a need for Ko to tail her everywhere, like he used to in her girlhood. But she chose not to think much of it."Of course not. You aren't very used to Konoha, after all."As they set out along the path, the giant man trailing a bit further behind them, she recalls a thought."Before I forget, Yuusei-kun. I just wanted to thank you for earlier today...you spoke up for my sake. I had already prepared myself for a lecture from the elder." She wrung her clasped hands, waiting for his reply.He suddenly stopped in his tracks, causing her to halt too. Turning sharply to face her, he stepped closer and placed a hand on her shoulder. It was warm against her bare skin. She hoped she wasn't blushing again, noticing the seriousness in his gaze. "That was nothing, Hinata-chan. I would do it again if I had to...I want you to know that.""...Okay. I appreciate that." She replies softly, resisting the urge to lower her field of vision on the dirt ground beneath them. He smiles and withdraws, gesturing to the path ahead."Great. Now, shall we?"She nods and takes a step, silently celebrating how well she had handled that. Better than she usually would have, for certain.'Silly Hanabi,'she thought.'I'm perfectly capable of being on my best behaviour.'Sasuke rubbed at his temples and sighed, tapping a foot as he faced his open wardrobe. He had been invited to a party, and had zero idea of what to wear. He struggled to remember the last time he had been to one. Had he at all? The thought was quite morose, so he shoved it aside. Instead, his mind wandered to the events that had occurred after Naruto had left for a walk earlier in the afternoon. He had been alone with Sakura, left to awkwardly shift around his ramen noodles in silence."Why not you go after him?" he had asked."He'll be back soon. Don't worry.""Sure." He had shrugged, finishing off the rest of his meal and slinking back in his chair. "Thanks again for the lunch.""No problem," she had responded, a twinkle in her green eyes. "I'll help you clean up." She then offered, moving to pick up his bowl.He hadn't allowed her to, and couldn't resist quipping a hasty "You're engaged to Naruto, not me." It was meant as a joke, but she was silent for a moment after."We...we never really talked about things, did we?" she had asked softly after he cleaned up.His response had been instantaneous, a defence mechanism if anything. "What's there to talk about? You're happy now. That's all that matters."She had appeared as if she wanted to protest, but seemed to change her mind and mumbled a faint agreement. After that, they sat in silence until Naruto returned and bitterly informed him of the party. Her face had lit up and she chuckled at his words."After that rejection, theleastyou could do is come to this party tonight. Hang out with the rest of the gang, you idiot."And here he was, a few hours after they had left. Fresh out of the shower, andstillunsure of what to wear. He huffed in irritation, finally choosing a pair of slacks with a light blue wash, and a plain white tee. He attempted to tame his spiky black locks, to no avail. Silently noting to get a haircut as soon as possible, he pulled on his sandals and headed out. He would slip in, say a few greetings, have a few drinks and leave, without anyone even noticing. It couldn't possibly be a challenge-that he knew of.'The stars are out tonight.'He mused, gazing up at the velvety blue night sky, sprinkled with tiny white lights. But the real show stopper was the moon, casting its radiant glow down upon him. Sasuke soaked it in, cherishing a rare moment of serenity.Notes:Author's Note :And that's a wrap on this part! Fear not, there shall be more very soon! I'm mostly done with laying the foundations of the story, and I promise we'll be picking things up in the next chapter or so. Also, I'd like to add a sincere thank you to all my readers. Special shoutout to Leona, who returned just to ask about whether I'd be continuing the story, haha. That put a smile on my face! Till the next one! 3Chapter 6Notes:Hello, readers. I'm back. I just want to say that I'm sorry I took this long. A lot of stuff happened. (Including a breakup.) Let's just say, I haven't been in the best mental state for several months now. But I am slowly recovering. Anyway, I present to you, the long overdue sixth chapter!(See the end of the chapter formore notes.)Chapter TextThe restaurant was alive with its patrons, already being semi-full as they arrived. Hinata gave the waiter their names, and he escorted them inside. She glanced back at Yuusei to be sure he was just behind her, noticing his bodyguard was hanging back."He'll be outside," Yuusei informed her cheerily.It didn't take them long to find the table that had been reserved for her group, Ino's platinum blonde head easily spotted from a mile away. She clenched her hand, drawing a deep breath as she got nearer. She could do this. The blonde spotted her immediately, a wide smile adorning her sharp features. It soon vanished however, as her gaze landed upon Yuusei. The table had become quiet, Sai, Shikamaru, Choji, Kiba and Shino following her lead and proceeding to openly ogle them.She lifted a hand, giving a small wave. "Hello, everyone. Hope I'm not late.""Hey, Hinata! I was worried you wouldn't show up." Ino replied, a catlike smile gracing her pale features. She shifted in Yuusei's direction, like a predator preparing to pounce. "And you are...?" She purred."Yuusei. I'm her date." He said, that signature lazy smile on his lips accompanied by a light bow.If she was surprised, she didn't show it. "I see. Well, I'm Ino. Nice to meet you."The rest of the table introduced themselves, save for Kiba and Shino whom he had already met earlier."You showed up." Kiba said approvingly, as Yuusei moved to sit beside him."Not like I've got other plans," Yuusei shot back with a smile. He glanced around the table. "Is this everyone?""We're still waiting on some others, but you could always have a look at the menu first," Ino replied, sliding one over."Sounds good." He flashed her an appreciative smile and began to flip through. She makes eye contact with Ino, the azure-eyed girl mouthing an enthusiastic "He's cute!". She didn't know how else to respond, so she simply smiled. They were still getting some curious looks, so she grabbed a menu and forced herself to be distracted.Several minutes later, the door opened and she found herself looking at none other than Sasuke Uchiha. The group was deadly silent this time, tension evident in the air. Ino seemed lost for words, clearly not having expected him. "Sasuke-kun..." She managed."Ino." He fixed her and everyone else with a blank stare, tilting his head in acknowledgment.The rest of the table all nodded in response. The silence was deafening, and Hinata could not stand it any longer."Hello, Uchiha-san. I hope you likekaarage, this place is quite well-known for it. Please, have a seat." She gestured to the chair beside her, pushing her menu over.He turned his unreadable gaze to her. "Thanks." Promptly seating himself, he busied himself with choosing a dish.Yuusei didn't seem bothered about it, but she had felt Kiba bristle as the man sat beside her. She chose to ignore it. Although she never was as isolated as the last Uchiha had been, she somewhat understood what it felt like to be an outcast. Not a moment too soon, the door opened once more. She knew who it was instantly, the chakra signature that she had memorised years ago washing over her. It was warm, just like its owner. She swallowed nervously, mentally preparing herself. Sasuke shifted beside her.The voice that she had replayed in her mind countless times, now chimed out. "Hey guys! Sorry we're late! Hope y'all didn't wait too long."He drew up at the table with a wide grin, his deep blue eyes regarding their faces. Sakura came up behind him, her face flushed as if she had just run a marathon.Ino was the first to respond, having awoken from the silent spell Sasuke had cast over the group. "Took you two long enough! The hell were you doing, making out??"Sakura glared. "Shut up, Ino!"Naruto made the mistake of chuckling, and she thwacked him across the shoulder."I don't hear a denial!" Ino continued to tease. Hinata's stomach lurched, her shoulders tensing a little.Everybody said their greetings, some complaining about Naruto not being punctual to his own party. Her own was drowned out among the voices, even Yuusei's being more legible. Naruto sat at the head of the table, beside Sasuke. Sakura followed suit, seating herself in-between Naruto and Ino. As he lowered himself, he properly noticed her."Hinata-chan, you came!" She could sense Yuusei's eyes on her."I did...hello, Naruto-kun." She smiled as best as she could, hoping he couldn't see past her façade."You look...different. Good different, though!" The blonde added, grinning. An internal hand tugged at one of her heartstrings. He had complimented her. He always found a way to provide her with encouragement."I agree. I love that dress, Hinata. Where'd you get it from?" His pink-headed fiancé asked, her voice chirpy and pleasant to the ears.Before she could respond however, Ino interceded. "Hey, I recognise that! Iknewit looked familiar." She turned to Sakura, putting on her proud face."I chose that one for her, we got it at one of the newer stores. You could have gotten one too, if you weren't so busy "hanging out" with Naruto all the time!" She could never hold back a tease, especially when it came to Sakura.Sakura merely rolled her eyes in response. "I don't think I could do that dress justice, anyway. It suits you perfectly, Hinata." She said, with what appeared to be a sincere smile playing at her lips. Ino nodded in enthusiastic agreement, and Yuusei only smiled. Sakura's eyes gave him a onceover, but no questions were asked. Sasuke seemed unbothered by the whole exchange, but suddenly opened his mouth to interrupt Naruto in the midst of what might have been a protest to Sakura's words."Shut up, idiot. I think we should get some food."She definitely hadn't been expecting that. The night soon wore on, the chattering only increasing along with it. Most of the group had called for beer, red flushes scattered across their faces. Hinata held a mug in her hand, taking small sips every now and then and listening to the lively conversation. She wasn't too used to alcohol, and didn't want to risk unseemly behaviour in front of Yuusei. Naruto wasn't really of concern, his tanned cheeks warm with crimson, an arm wrapped casually around Sakura as he guffawed at a witty joke Shikamaru had cracked. Hinata didn't have much to say, only nodding in acknowledgment as Ino rambled on drunkenly to her and Sakura about her life. Sai was barely buzzed as he watched her talk, his expression plain except for the look of adoration that periodically flashed across them. The only ones absent were Tenten and Rock Lee, having been sent on a mission a day ago.Beside her, Sasuke seemed more than content sampling various dishes off the menu and remaining silent. Yuusei hadn't really spoken much, besides commenting on the food to her and occasionally entering the conversation held by Shikamaru and Naruto. She stole a glance around the table, making eye contact with a sullen Kiba and mustering a small smile. He did not return it. She was wondering what the reason for his recent behaviour could be, when Naruto's voice suddenly penetrated her thoughts."So, Hinata-chan. How do you feel about Yuusei here? He tells me you've spent some time together." He posed.The whole table was quiet, all of a sudden. She tried not to think about how they were all listening. "Well, I think he's...nice." She stated.Naruto chuckled, clearly amused. "Hear that, Yuusei? She thinks you'renice. The makings of a perfect relationship!" He laughed and took a swig of beer.Sakura gave him a gentle punch on the shoulder, telling him to behave. To which he responded with a "But, I meant it...". Nonetheless, her cheeks warmed in embarrassment. She wished she hadn't said anything. Perhaps he and Sakura were meant for each other, after all. He didn't like "nice", and that was all she had ever known to be. She drank a little deeper, a light buzz beginning to take hold of her and soothing her nerves. She slunk back into silence, her gaze downcast but catching the concerned looks thrown her way. She had just decided on another beer, when Yuusei's warm hand landed on her shoulder. He smiled at her apologetically."Hinata-chan, I truly don't want to, but I'm afraid I have to go now. I have some urgent business to attend to."She was confused at first, then noticed his bodyguard exiting the restaurant in the corner of her eye. She made to stand, not really wanting to be left on her own."I'll come with you."Ino perked up. "Hinataaa, don't goooo!," She whined. "I haven't told you about this craaazyyy customer I had the other day, yet!" She stood up, grabbing her hand and holding it tightly. "You're not allowed to leave!" Her blue eyes shone with defiance. Sai shook his head, and Sakura sighed."You can tell me next time, Ino. I promise we'll catch up soon." She looked to Yuusei, expecting his support. Instead, he laughed and gestured for her to sit back down."I think you should stay and catch up, Hinata-chan. We've got two busy weeks ahead of us. Might as well make the most of your free time."Before she could reply, he bowed in the general direction of everyone, abruptly leaving after offering a friendly farewell. Feeling a little betrayed, she sunk into her seat."Yayyyy!" Ino squealed excitedly, before exaggeratedly signalling towards the waiter. "We'll have two more beers!"Ino had suggested a game of truth or dare, and the rest were more than happy to partake. Kiba was doing a handstand for 30 seconds, much to everyone's amusement. His entire face coloured crimson, the stripes on his cheeks practically invisible. He was letting out an endless stream of curses as befit him, and she could not help but giggle, feeling at ease. Until it was her turn, and Ino was ready to pounce."Sooo, Hinata. Pleasedotell us about this Yuusei of yours. We're all dying to know." She teased; her arms folded across the table.Hinata didn't bother hiding her blush this time, her cheeks were already red from three mugs of beer."Yuusei-kun is...kind to me." Ino didn't seem satisfied, so she pressed on. "He is considerate, well-mannered, and sweet. So far there hasn't been any...issues." She held her breath, hoping she hadn't said too much. Ino nodded in what seemed to be approval, and Sakura grinned beside her."Well, if anything ever goes sideways...you know where to find me. I'll get into his head and rough him up!"She laughed; a bit louder than she usually would have. The booze was kicking in. But she didn't care. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that. But thank you, Ino."The blonde girl smiled, now preparing for her next victim. He had been quiet all night, barely saying a word except for when making light conversation with his former teammates. Ino's previous hesitance to approach him appeared to be long gone."Truth or dare, Sasuke-kun.""Truth." He replied, not missing a beat.She thinks for a moment. "Hmm...have you ever had a girlfriend?" A simple one, but interesting."No." He said simply, shutting his eyes as he took a sip of beer."Not even once? Went on a date?" Ino persisted. "Or...," she lowered her voice, repressing a giggle. "Slept with someone?"Naruto sputtered on his beer, Kiba and Choji pretended not to hear, while Shikamaru and Shino remained calm, their expressions unreadable. Sai simply shook his head in disapproval, while Sakura chided Ino, her cheeks mildly flushed. Hinata might have been noticeably red too, if she weren't already. Still, she was curious about his answer, like everyone else.The last Uchiha simply took another sip, placing his mug on the table. His lone uncovered eye fixed Ino with a firm, tense gaze. Hinata felt a tiny shiver crawl up her spine."I thought I was only supposed to answer one question." Came his response. It was plain enough, but it spoke volumes. Ino knew when to back off, thankfully. She set her sights upon Naruto now, still coughing from earlier."Geez Naruto, would ya lighten up? We're all adults here. Anyway, truth or dare?"He stops coughing enough to make out a "T-truth."Her azure irises sparkle. "Did you ever like anyone besides Sakura?" She blurts out.Sakura's gaze trained sharply on him, Hinata's more subtle. She could not help her breath catching in her chest. Thejinchuurikiscratched his head in thought, seeming to think it over."Uhh...no. Not really," He turned to his betrothed and placed his hand atop hers, gracing her with an affectionate smile. Hinata's heart panged sharply. It still stung, after all this time. She wanted to it to stop. "Sakura-chan was just...always around, ya know? Nobody else was there for me like she was. There were some girls after the war, but I wasn't interested." He grinned sheepishly. Sakura's gaze was warm, filled with affection."That's not true." It was barely above a whisper, but the ones closest heard it. They all turned towards her, except for Sasuke."Hinata-chan...?" Naruto questioned hesitantly. His expression appeared almost...guilty. Sakura's mirrored his, her deep emerald pools filled with concern. Ino had gone quiet, but Sai and Sasuke were uncaring. Hinata's fists had curled into balls underneath the table, her fingernails biting into smooth skin. She hadn't meant to say it out loud, but it was so difficult to hold back. Shehadbeen there, all along. How could he say that? Had he truly not noticed her?"E-excuse me." She muttered hastily, getting up to escape to the bathroom.Once she returned, she found that the game had been abandoned, casual chatter the main activity now. Ino and Sakura were discussing something else, their partners listening with intent. Sasuke seemed to be missing. Shikamaru and Choji took their leave and said their goodbyes soon after, so she slid into the seat beside Kiba. He was now considerably drunk, it was obvious from the red flush covering him, head to neck. Shino sat with arms crossed beside him. He nods in her direction, and she relaxes."Hinataaa," Kiba slurred drunkenly, catching her attention. "You're good, right?"She blinked. Had he heard? "Yes, Kiba-kun. Why do you ask?""Just askin'. Wanna make sure you're okay..." He grunted out."I see. Thank you for asking." She offered him a small smile.He laid his head on the table, turning to fully face her. His furrowed brows and droopy eyes was an amusing sight to her."Is he treating you right...?" He started slowly."Huh? Well...yes." She fumbled with the folds of her dress, not having a good feeling about this. Shino stirred beside him."Are you sure?" He pressed again. "If he's not treating you well, then tell me." He gazed at her expectantly.Her stomach began to twist, and the amount of alcohol she ingested was becoming clear. Her mouth was uncomfortably dry. She hadn't expected to be confronted about her feelings so soon. "Kiba-kun..."Hinata. I believe it's time for me to take Kiba home." Shino was suddenly upon him, draping an arm around him to hoist him up."Ah. Yes, Shino-kun. You're right." She replied, still a little overwhelmed from earlier."I should probably escort you home, as well," he added, wrapping Kiba's right arm around his shoulder, the Inuzuka appeared almost unconscious, all of a sudden. "I notice the drink has had some effect on you."She was suddenly aware of the warmth in her cheeks, the mild buzzing in her head. But then she thought about Kiba, the earnestness in his expression when he had asked the question. She didn't want to have to deal with more."I'll do it." Came a familiar voice from behind her. She turned, shifting her gaze to Sasuke, standing there with his usual cool expression.The objection came easily. "Oh no, Uchiha-san, I couldn't possibly trouble you. I can go home myself, it's really no concern."He regarded her, his face unreadable. "It's no trouble. I'm about to leave, and I was heading that way, anyway."She did not know how to respond. Shino nodded with a sense of finality, muttering a hasty "Goodnight.", before he slipped out the entrance with Kiba in tow. Sasuke followed suit, after nodding in the general direction of the few left at the table. She did the same, except in the form of a bow, then dashed out before any objections or comments could be made. Unbeknownst to her, several pairs of eyes watched her leave.'Tch, it got colder.'Sasuke mused in his head after slipping on his sandals. He watched the Hyuuga girl's slow motions as she mechanically mirrored his previous actions. His gaze traced the flush on her cheeks and the curve of her lips that were currently formed in a pout, to the dark curtain of hair that swept across her exposed collarbones. She looked different tonight, clad in a dress that was different from the loose, baggy clothing he had become accustomed to seeing her in. He tore his eyes away from the dip of her waist at the sound of her voice, airy from the alcohol."Uchiha-san...?" She asked, her sandals all strapped and ready to go. He hoped she hadn't noticed him shamelessly checking her out."Let's go." He responded, before walking ahead.After a few minutes, he realised he wasn't entirely sure which direction the compound was in. He slowed down, allowing her to fall into step beside him. He casted a sideways glance, noting her continued dejected silence. Her gaze seemed to be firmly fixated on the ground, her eyes low. He was so used to constant chattering; it was odd to be in complete silence with someone. The other time, she had been occupied with his garden. He exhaled softly. He might as well make some small talk."Planning on sulking all night?" He said, which had sounded a lot better in his head.She looked at him as if she had just realised he was there."You just...seem bothered by something." He let the statement linger in the air."Ah. No, it's nothing." She responded, her voice barely above a whisper.Typically, he would leave off after a reply like that. But the night air felt cool on his skin, and there was a pleasant buzzing in his head that lowered his inhibition."Seems like not being honest about your feelings is a habit of yours."He stole a glance, and noticed her eyes going wide. He began cursing himself for his brashness, before she started to speak."You are right, Uchiha-san," came her soft response, much to his surprise. He lightly quirked a brow, patiently waiting. "You were right about everything previously, as well. I'm always trying my best to please people-even if it means that I have to quell my personal feelings.""...Why do you do that?"She lifted her gaze to the sky pensively, the stars overhead reflected in those bottomless irises. He strangely found himself being unable to look away, his pace slowing to match hers."I had a-a rather definitive childhood. As the heiress of my clan, certain expectations were placed on me. I always had to be polite, calm. How I felt never really mattered, because my path was already laid out for me. But no matter how hard I tried; I could never live up to the standards set by my father, or clan elders. I simply became used to agreeing, complying, following the rules. And I suppose somewhere along the line, that became the norm with my friends, too."She paused, her fingers tightening their grip on the strap of her bag."But I want to change that. I have been trying to.""Then that's good enough. Trying is really all you can do." He replied.She shifted her gaze to him, her eyes widening momentarily. Before he could comment on her expression, she turned away, a hint of a smile pulling at her lips."You're right."They trudged onward; a moment of comfortable silence now settled between them.He mulled over her words, wondering if his life would've been any similar under different circumstances. The likelihood was high. Although, she was the older Hyuuga. Just like Itachi was the older Uchiha. He felt a pang of guilt at the thought, and decided to push it aside for the moment.The sky was beautiful tonight, and Hinata breathed in the crisp scent of fresh flowers as they passed by the Yamanaka florist. The man beside her seemed to be lost in thought, his hands tucked into his pockets. Her eyes roved over the slope of his shoulders, her mind wandering to their conversation earlier. She had to prevent herself from physically cringing. Had she just shamelessly vented to Sasuke Uchiha, of all people? Never in her wildest dreams would she have deemed it possible, but she just couldn't help it. It had felt easy, somehow. Or it could've been the alcohol. She chews at her lower lip, regarding his side profile and realising that she knew next to nothing about him, besides whatever she'd heard. And yet, seeing him under the moonlight with that usual calm expression he always wore, she found she could not believe it."You are not what I expected, Uchiha-san." She found herself blurting out.He cocked a brow as his eyes met hers. She resisted the urge to swallow nervously, her cheeks warming."And what did you expect, Hyuuga?" He retorted."W-well...," She looked at the pebbles lining the road, unable to hold his gaze for much longer. Was that a hint of amusement on his face? Her cheeks couldn't turn any redder. "I just thought you'd be different. More like..." She trailed off, struggling to find the words."A traitor? Murderer?"Her eyes widen in horror as her gaze snapped back up to his, her head shaking slowly. "No! Of course not. Cold. Distant. Those types of things."What appeared to be a flash of mild surprise flitted through his onyx eyes."Am I not those things?""I don't think so. Not from what I've seen so far. Although...I noticed you mostly only speak your mind when you are spoken to."He appeared to ponder her words for a moment."Why waste my breath on unimportant things?""What is important to you?" She responded."I don't know, practical stuff. Missions, events. And earlier, it was the food I wanted to order. Things like that."She smiled. "Surely there are other things, Uchiha-san."He responded with a light shrug. "I have yet to figure them out.""I see. Well, I'm sure you will." She replied."...Maybe."They continued the rest of the path in silence, a light breeze rippling through the air and the moonlight dappling their pale features, hidden every once in a while by a stray cloud. Upon reaching the entrance of the Hyuuga compound, she turned to him, then gave him a polite bow."Thank you for accompanying me, Uchiha-san. I apologise for the trouble.""No problem, Hyuuga." He nodded, before turning and heading off.She watched him for a little bit, then entered her compound and headed straight to her room. The events of the night swimming in her mind as she got into bed, and drifted off to sleep.

Notes:

I'm back on my sasuhina shit again.

Chapter 1: The wind will carry me

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter fornotes.)

Chapter Text

Yakiniku-Qwas filled with the sound of boisterous laughter and sizzling meat. Hinata looked around at the tables filled with her friends and fellowninjawith a smile on her face, flushed pink from the smoke from the grills and cups ofsakeshe had indulged in.

It was not an easy feat these days to get theKonohaTwelve together for a night out, but if anyone could manage it, it was Yamanaka Ino. They were celebrating the blondekunoichi's eighteenth birthday a day early due to conflicting schedules, but were making up for it by continuing to drink and eat well past midnight. Shikamaru and Neji had left ages ago as had a more reluctant Lee due to an early morning escort mission and now, nearing three in the morning, the rest of them were starting to tire.

"Ino, might be time to call it a night! Kakoi-san is going to chew you out if you show up toKekkai-Hanhungover," Sakura said, her cheeks almost as rosy as her hair. Beside her, Chouji and Kiba were fighting over the last piece of pork belly that Shino ended up swiping with agile chopsticks.

"I'll just have a shot in the morning to keep the party going," Ino said with a wink. She reached out for another bottle ofsakeonly to have it quickly pulled out of reach.

"I'll walk her home," Sai said with a pleasant smile, placing thesakebottle down on his other side by Tenten and away from Ino.

A heavy weight fell onto Hinata's shoulder, drawing her attention away from the birthday girl's antics. Naurto burrowed into her neck with a sleepy groan. She brushed his mussed hair away from his face, feeling his heated cheeks against her fingertips. His hair was growing out a little from its short cut. "I should bring Naruto-kun home as well," Hinata said, her soft voice barely rising above the din.

She waved goodbye to her friends and let Sai help her maneuver Naruto to the front door.

"Are you sure you'll be fine on your own?" Sai asked, even as he supported the full weight of Ino.

Hinata shook her head. "Thank you, but we'll be okay. Goodnight, Sai-san."

He nodded goodbye, guiding Ino down the street with a hand on her waist.

"Hinata-chaaaan."

She glanced down to find bright blue eyes staring up at her. It was remarkable how Naruto managed to fold himself into her despite having a good seven inches of height on her. She hummed questioningly as she secured his arm a little tighter around her shoulder.

"You smell really nice, Hinata-chaaan," Naruto slurred.

Hinata smiled, turning away as she started to walk them towards Naruto's apartment. "You smell likeo-sake," she said mildly.

He huffed petulantly. "So do you!"

She giggled. "I thought I smelled nice?"

"You smell likesakeand like grilled beef and like Hinata-chan," Naruto listed. He would have dislodged himself from her with his propensity to talk with his arms if she hadn't predicted it and tightened her hold.

LuckilyKonohawas a small village and Naruto's apartment was in the heart of it, close toYakiniku-Q,Ichirakuand all the most popular eateries. The stairs to his apartment were a bit of a challenge, but the cool September air had sobered Naruto up enough that she didn't need to drag him up. Not that she couldn't, if needed, but this way was more comfortable for the both of them. By the time they reached his doorstep he was mostly holding himself up, arm around her more for closeness than support.

When she started to let go of him, he used his arm on her shoulder to pull her back into his chest and she was abruptly reminded of how much taller he was. "Stay the night?" he asked, voice sweet and wheedling.

Hinata blushed and nodded. Spending the night with Naruto was a new development in their relationship. It didn't grant the most restful sleep with Naruto's tendency to sprawl across most of the bed, but it was something she wanted to get used to.

Naruto was quick to kick off his sandals and head into the bathroom while Hinata took her time carefully slipping her sandals off and lining them up by the door before putting on a pair of house slippers. She headed into the bedroom, eyeing Naruto's drawers unsurely while he bustled around brushing his teeth by the sounds of it. She wondered if she should start bringing some personal items if this was going to become a regular occurrence.

Suddenly there was a tan arm reaching around her to pull open one of the drawers. Naruto handed her one of his white t-shirts and a pair of shorts, grinning down at her with some toothpaste at the corner of his mouth. "Bathroom's free," he said before flopping down onto his bed.

Hinata changed into Naruto's shirt, foregoing the loose shorts in favour of keeping her own leggings on. She brushed her hair quickly but precisely and washed her face with cool water. She eyed Naruto's orange toothbrush for a moment before shaking her head and using her fingers to brush her teeth with toothpaste as best she could.

Shutting off the lights, she carefully crossed Naruto's bedroom in the dim light of the moon. She found the boy already knocked out, snoring loudly with his arms and legs stretched out to all four corners of the bed. Sighing, Hinata managed to squeeze herself onto one side. Luckily she had never needed much room to sleep even in her own spacious room at the Hyuuga compound. She let her own tiredness and Naruto's warmth lull her to sleep.

The next morning saw Hinata waking with the sun. She wasn't necessarily a morning person, if her preference for midnight training sessions was any indication, but she'd always been a light sleeper. Even slight changes in light or atmosphere were often enough to disturb her. Anxiety would also keep her up at night and worm its way into her dreams, making it difficult for her to sleep for long.

She delicately extricated herself from a sleeping Naruto and made her way to the bathroom. Once she had washed up, she broached the kitchen. Hands on her hips, Hinata surveyed the area. It was somehow simultaneously unkempt and unused. She checked the contents of the cupboards and fridge, dismissing theramencups as unsuitable for breakfast and setting on miso soup, tamagoyaki and, of course, tea.

Hinata decided to start with the tea. Naruto didn't seem to have a proper tea set from what she could see, so she compromised with boiling water in a small pot on the stovetop. She couldn't find a sieve so she resolved to do her best with a spoon and her own dexterity once it was ready to serve.

A sharp and deliberate knock on the door startled her as she turned the stove off. Eyes still heavy with sleep and skin dewy from the steam from the stove, Hinata slowly made her way over to the door. She wondered who could possibly be visiting earlier than six in the morning.

"S-Sasuke-san." Hinata winced internally as she stumbled over the name. Uchiha Sasuke was the last person she expected to see. As far she knew, he hadn't been back inKonohain months.

He nodded in greeting, looking completely unperturbed at finding Hinata here. She stood there dumbly for a few moments before stepping aside to let him in.

"Naruto here?" he asked as he stood in the small space separating the front door from the kitchen.

Hinata tucked her hair behind her ear self-consciously. The Uchiha was dressed in dark-colouredninjaattire, his fully covered frame in direct contrast to her own clothing. She was suddenly very aware of Naruto's oversized shirt, the stretched neckline hanging loosely around her collarbones.

"Mm, he's still sleeping," she replied, glancing between Sasuke's tall figure in the entrance and the apartment beyond him. Trying to shake off the surprise of his visit, she edged her way around him and into the kitchen. "I'll get him. You could…sit?" she suggested, peeking over her shoulder. She made eye contact with Sasuke's lone uncovered eye briefly and immediately broke it out of habit.

Once in the bedroom, she shut the door behind her and took a moment to collect herself. She did her best to wake Naruto gently, but he somehow ended up rolling out of bed and hitting the floor with a loud thunk that made her wince.

"Naruto-kun…"

"Sasuke's here?!" he yelled, voice still groggy from sleep, even as he stumbled out into the kitchen. "Sasuke!"

Hinata stifled a giggle from the doorway as she watched Sasuke deflect a hug from Naruto.

"Take a shower, idiot, you stink likesake," Sasuke said with his face as unemotional as ever. He glanced over at her and she felt herself blush, reminded that she likely smelled ofsakeas well from last night.

"Yeah, yeah," Naruto grumbled light heartedly as he lumbered into the bathroom. The door snapped shut and Hinata found herself facing Sasuke again.

"Oh! The tea!" Hinata rushed over to the stove to stir the pot. Fortunately the tea didn't look like it had steeped too long, the aroma of oolong was pleasant in the air.

"Would you like some tea, Sasuke-san? I was also about to make breakfast, if you would want to stay…unless you have other plans…?" She busied herself with grabbing some mugs, talking more to the kitchen wall than Sasuke.

"Tea is fine."

Hinata did her best to pour the tea into three mugs, capturing any dregs with the spoon. When she turned around, she found Sasuke seated at the small kitchen table, chin in hand.

"Here you go." Hinata set a mug down in front of Sasuke and sat down across from him with her own. A third mug sat on the counter, lazy tendrils of smoke wafting in the morning sunlight peeking through the kitchen window.

They sat in relative silence, the muffled sounds of Naruto's shower in the background. Hinata chose to focus on the warmth of the ceramic against her palms rather than the man seated a short distance away from her. Sasuke hadn't seemed interested in eating and she couldn't imagine being able to fit the three of them and dishes in such a cramped space anyway.

Soon enough the bathroom door burst open and Naruto was dashing around holding a one-sided conversation with himself. He came into the kitchen while pulling a shirt over his head, water still clinging to his tan skin. It wasn't an entirely unfamiliar sight, but somehow Sasuke's presence while she sat in a shirt that wasn't her own with a half-naked Naruto cupping a damp palm around her cheek made Hinata's insides squirm with a different type of embarrassment.

Still, she couldn't help the pleased smile from spreading across her face when Naruto pressed a swift kiss to her hair.

"Bye, Hinata-chan! Gotta go kick this sorry bastard's ass, but I'll see you later!" Naruto called, dragging Sasuke out by the arm.

They exited in a whirlwind and Hinata found herself alone in the now quiet apartment. Laughing softly, she took a sip of her tea only to grimace. She set the half-full mug down and peeled a dried tea leaf from her bottom lip.

Eyes widening in realization, she shot up and reached for Sasuke's mug only to find it completely drained except for two shriveled leaves at the bottom.

The third mug still sat untouched on the kitchen counter.

"Ha! Is that all you go— whoa!" Kiba hollered as Shino's kick sent him flying. Akamaru's head perked up from where he was laying in Hinata's lap as she bandaged her sprained wrist. She had twisted it strangely blocking a hit from Kiba earlier.

Kiba managed to right himself in the air and land in a crouch with a grunt. "I almost barfed up my breakfast!" He complained, rubbing his stomach.

Shino lowered his right leg. "We should get lunch," he said, looking over at Hinata.

Tying up the ends of her bandage with deft fingers, Hinata nodded in agreement. She gave Akamaru a quick head rub before standing.

"Hey, I wasn't done!"

"We should eat now. Why? Because you said you have plans with Hana-san in the afternoon."

"Akamaru's hungry too," Hinata chimed in, Akamaru barking in agreement.

"Aw, fine." Kiba jumped up to his feet, dusting off his pants. Akamaru quickly ran to his side, circling him playfully.

"Sorry, I didn't have time to pack us lunch today," Hinata said as they started making their way out of the training ground.

"It's fine. We can't expect you to cook for us all the time, Hinata-chan," Shino said.

"Yeah, Hinata-chan. Even if you make the bestbentos." Kiba folded his arms behind his head, walking at a leisurely pace with Akamaru faithfully trailing him. "So, what are we feeling?Lighting Burger?"

"Definitely not," Shino vetoed immediately.

"How aboutAmaguriama?" Hinata suggested hopefully.

"Desserts aren't appropriate for lunch, Hinata-chan," Shino said seriously.

Hinata pouted and blew a stray lock of sweaty hair from her face.

"I think I ate enough barbecue last night to last me a month," Kiba said, "And don't even think of sayingIchiraku!" He pointed accusingly at Hinata and she shut her mouth with another pout.

"Shushu-yais the best option."

"What, no explanation?" Kiba asked.

"It's self-explanatory."

"Self-explanatory?!"

"Theiryakitoriis very good," Hinata mused.

"I'm not saying it isn't!"

"Then what are you saying?"

Hinata smiled at her teammates' routine banter.

Later, when they were finishing up the last bites of a large plate ofyakitori, Kiba brought up the return of the last Uchiha.

"So I guess Sasuke's back? Training Ground Three was a damn mess and that's Team Seven's old stomping grounds. Didn't see any craters from Sakura's punches but Akamaru's fur was on edge from the electricity just walking by."

"Naruto must be happy," Shino said.

Hinata simply nodded. She felt Shino's gaze from behind his sunglasses and smiled up at him.

"They better leave the other training grounds alone. They're not the only ones who want to train around here!"

"It's unlikely they will be able to train that often. Why? Naruto is busy and I'm certainHokage-sama will keep the Uchiha occupied," Shino said. "I'll go pay."

Kiba and Hinata shared a smile as Shino went up to the front to settle the bill. No one from Team Eight had been very good at letting others pay for them so they had needed to learn to take turns treating each other. Shino was the best at keeping track, but that just meant Hinata and Kiba had to be careful to make sure he didn't pay more than his share instead of reminding them when it was their turn.

"Bye Hinata-chan!"

"Bye Kiba-kun, say hi to Hana-chan for me! Bye Shino-kun, be safe on your research trip!" Hinata waved to her teammates as they disappeared down the street. Pausing for a moment, she decided to head toKonoha Tea Avenue.

The streets were in a busy state of construction. Not even a year had passed since the war and so there was still much to be rebuilt. Public amenities had taken precedence, but the private shops hadn't been forgotten. It was strange to see the streets of her childhood so changed, as much as they'd tried to keep the resemblance to the village pre-Pein.

Amaguriamahad been re-vamped, the shop sign shiny and new. After waiting in line for a few minutes, she ordered a half-dozen cinnamon buns and watched patiently as the server picked them out and placed them in a cardboard box. Bowing in thanks, Hinata was about to leave when she caught sight of a distinctive head of pink seated on the bench out front.

"Sakura-san," she greeted, coming to a stop beside thekunoichi.

"Hinata! Sit, sit. I was just grabbing someanmitsubetween shifts," Sakura said, gesturing to the empty stretch of bench beside her. She held a near empty bowl in one hand, a spoon in the other.

Hinata sat, hugging the box of cinnamon rolls close to her chest.

"Ah, it's like it never slows down at the hospital. No such thing as an easy shift," Sakura said, chattering away about her day.

Hinata listened quietly, offering a hum of acknowledgement every now and then.

"Ne, Hinata," Sakura said after a pause, "Did you know Sasuke-kun's back in the village?"

Hinata turned to find Sakura staring forlornly at her knees.

"I only know because Naruto stopped by the hospital to get his arm looked at after they sparred this morning. He bragged about giving as good as he got — you know Naruto — but Sasuke-kun didn't come…." Sakura trailed off sadly. She seemed to shake it off and smiled at Hinata. "But I went to see Kakashi-sensei and he said Sasuke-kun will be sticking aroundKonohaat least for a little while, so I'm sure we'll be able to see each other."

Hinata looked at her friend sympathetically.

Sakura sighed. "You know, I always wanted to come here with Sasuke-kun when we weregenin. But it was hard enough to get him to show up atIchirakuand he doesn't really like sweet things. Maybe someday…."

Hinata didn't know much about Sakura's relationship with Sasuke other than the girl's evident feelings so all she could offer was a stilted, "I'm sure you will."

Sakura smile grew, seemingly brightened by the thought. "Thanks, Hinata. I should head back to the hospital now, but I'll catch up with you later. It'd be nice if it didn't take another birthday to get us all together again."

Hinata got to her feet and left Sakura with a wave as the other girl ran back insideAmaguriamato return the used bowl and spoon.

Walking slowly throughKonoha Tea Avenue, Hinata reminisced on her childhood. She came down here fairly often now at seventeen and had even frequented it in hergenindays, sometimes with Kiba, Shino and Kurenai, but often alone.

She had walked these same streets as a young girl, accompanied by Ko, maybe even once by her mother. Those memories were the blurriest, veiled by some dark fog in her mind. Hinata tried to imagine herself at four or five, dressed in the restrictiveyukatasshe'd been required to wear prior to starting at the academy, clutching Ko's hand as she peered around curiously. Maybe she would have walked past younger versions of her friends; a small Kiba or Shino or Shikamaru following their parents. Sakura's talk of theirgenindays had made her nostalgic.

Hinata stopped outside the window of a tea shop. There was a sign advertising different tea blends and a beautiful tea set sat on display. After a few seconds of consideration, she went inside.

Notes:

Boruto clips kept showing up on my feed against my will and, without actually watching, what little I learned made my blood boil. Naturally I had to write my own version starting Post-War. Fix-it #1 is Naruto's hair.

Chapter 2: Running in circles

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter fornotes.)

Chapter Text

Hinata slowly drifted into consciousness, momentarily disoriented by her surroundings. Naruto's kitchen table was cool against her cheek and the apartment was quiet. She straightened slowly, unsure what had woken her.

It was then that she heard the sound of the lock and the doorknob turning.

"Hinata-chan."

Naruto's form was a blur of orange and black through her sleepy eyes. She blinked a few times trying to clear her vision and by the time he was in focus, Naruto's face was inches away from her. Too tired to blush, Hinata savoured the feeling of his big hands cupping her face and the kiss against her forehead.

"I'm sorry, Hinata-chan, I got held up studying with Iruka-sensei."

Hinata hummed sleepily. Warmth surrounded her and suddenly she found herself wrapped up in Naruto's sheets. A hand caressed her hair and she could only mumble a quiet "Naruto-kun" before succumbing to sleep.

When she woke next it was morning. Naruto slept soundly beside her, body mostly occupying the left side except for an arm around her waist.

Hinata got up slowly with a disappointed sigh. It seemed the only time she spent lately with Naruto was in their dreams, maybe a rushed breakfast before he went off to study if she was lucky.

She was still mostly in her date night clothes. She must have kicked off the long skirt at some point during the night and it was a miracle she hadn't sweat through her two layers of shirts. She shed one of the layers and folded it along with her skirt.

Deeming her safety shorts and long sleeved top appropriate enough, Hinata made her way to the kitchen where she put away her folded clothes in her backpack. She considered taking a shower, but although she'd prepared in anticipation of spending the night she hadn't brought that much with her. At the very least, she had her toothbrush.

After washing up, she ambled back into the kitchen. Disappointingly, she found the cupboards still mostly filled with groceries she'd brought over, except for anything she'd cooked in the past week. Clearly, Naruto wasn't eating much home cooked food unless it was hers.

Hinata pulled out the tea set, caressing the polished clay happily. While not as fine as the porcelain sets in the Hyuuga compound, Hinata was quite proud of the one she'd purchased to keep here. It was lacking the ornamental flourishes she usually preferred, but the plain lavender colour was pleasing in its own right.

While the kettle boiled, Hinata laid out the rest of the tea set on the counter and brought out the tin ofmatcha.

A knock at the door interrupted her as she was scooping the green powder into thechawanand she swiftly made her way over to open the door.

"Good morning, Sasuke-san," she greeted with a small smile, already stepping aside in an implicit invitation.

"Morning," Sasuke replied as he entered, allowing her to shut the door behind him.

The sound of the kettle whistling drew Hinata back into the kitchen. She could sense Sasuke following closely behind as she went straight to the stove. She took the kettle off the hot stovetop and then added another scoop ofmatchainto thechawan.

Sasuke didn't drop by every morning that she stayed the night, but it also wasn't uncommon. And though he never seemed particularly interested in breakfast, he never turned down a cup of tea.

Hinata turned to face the Uchiha as she waited on the kettle to cool to a better temperature. "How is the aviary?" she asked, daring to look at Sasuke directly while he rested his head in his palm with his eyes shut in a bored expression.

He let out a disgruntled sound. "That was last week. This week it's replanting trees atSenju Park."

Hinata bit back a smile. Kakashi had Sasuke running around doinggenin-level missions and it was a source of never ending ire to Sasuke and endless amusement to Naruto.

"I hope they plant some white lilies," Hinata murmured absently, more to herself than Sasuke. She turned to pour the hot water into thechawanand began whisking in a smooth, practiced motion. While she did this, she felt eyes tracking her movements, but did her best to ignore it.

In her brief interactions with Sasuke since his return, she found him equally parts mellow and intense. He'd flip between the two easily and unexpectedly and it left her feeling off kilter around him.

When she turned to serve him with a cup, she once again found his gaze averted and posture relaxed.

They drank in a calm silence. Hinata thought she felt Sasuke glance at her occasionally, but didn't look to check. Thematchagrown in the Hyuuga gardens was a luxury that, though readily available to her, she didn't take for granted.

A small, pleased sound broke the silence between them and Hinata was startled to realize that it didn't come from her. Sasuke seemed to move through the world with a soundless, deadly grace. His face was either blank or frowning when she saw him. It didn't occur to her that Sasuke could even make such a sound.

She instinctively looked up and immediately was met with his mismatched eyes,rinnegannot fully hidden behind his dark hair. Blushing lightly, Hinata quickly looked back into the depths of her cup, embarrassed to be caught staring. "I hope Sasuke-san is enjoying the tea?" she asked hesitantly.

"It's good."

Somewhat surprised by the candid confirmation, she couldn't help but look up again. This time she tried not to shy away from his gaze. "I'm glad," she said. "If Sasuke-san would like, I can bring you some of thematchathat my family makes."

"Don't bother," Sasuke said dismissively, "I wouldn't know what to do with it." He continued to stare at her and she took refuge under her bangs, the extra barrier helping her maintain eye contact.

With a quiet sound he finally looked away. "We used to attend tea ceremonies when I was young. Because I had to wear akimono, it felt like it happened too often, but looking back it couldn't have been more than once a month."

Hinata tightened her grip on her cup, mind awash with images of dark haired men and women in stiff clothing sittingseizaat a long ceremonial table. Long hours of akaisekiryorimeal with brief intervals where guests were allowed to roam the gardens and stretch their legs. Sitting curled into the folds of her mother'skimonoand having both her own and her mother'swagashi. The memories were faded and creased, like an old dog-eared photograph.

"The Hyuuga and Uchiha are descended from a shared ancestor," her father used to say. "Our clans' histories are intertwined."

Sasuke was still looking away when she whispered, "We haven't held a tea ceremony in a long time."

Suddenly on edge, Hinata stood up. The sound of her chair scraping against the tiles made her wince. "I — I should be leaving," she said, grabbing her backpack. "Naruto-kun is still sleeping. I think he could sleep all day if you let him, so it might be a good idea to wake him up if you needed to talk to him."

She tucked her hair behind her ear and snuck a quick glance at the Uchiha. "It was nice to see you, Sasuke-san. Let me know if you change your mind…about the tea." With a quick bow, she left the apartment in a hurry.

It was only when she was halfway to the Hyuuga compound that she thought to remember the unwashed tea set. She could only hope that the green colour of the tea didn't stain it too badly.

Upon reaching the Hyuuga compound, Hinata took a guiltily indulgent shower in the Head House's private baths. Weaving her long, wet hair into a loose braid, she set out to theSōkeHouse.

The Hyuuga compound had not escaped Pein's attack unscathed. TheBunkeBarracks had been the most affected, though theSōkeHouse and Head House had not been spared. Any availableSōkeHouse rooms had thus been converted into temporary dormitories for displaced Hyuuga.

Hinata had been able to leverage her participation in the war to insinuate herself in the clan's reconstruction planning. Prioritization of rebuilding the Head House had been a necessary offering in order to push through her other suggestions. The Head House hosting the clan head's direct family would remain, but the separation betweenSōkeandBunkehousing would not be restored. Instead, what was left of theSōkeHouse would become a communal area and new housing would be built withoutSōkeorBunkedistinction.

The result of this larger renovation was a longer timeline and so the close quarters of the temporary dormitories were not as temporary as initially planned. Although her own rooms in the Head House had long been rebuilt, Hinata had chosen to stay in the dormitories as an act of solidarity.

Hinata didn't mind it. All Hyuuga had a deep respect of privacy and boundaries as a natural product of theirkekkei genkai. Moreover, she was profoundly gratified to see the mixing of her clansmen. The line betweenBunkeandSōkewas not so deeply ingrained in the younger members and seeing them laugh and play together in the dormitories gave her a wonderful feeling of hope.

That being said, Hinata did miss the private baths of the Head House sometimes.

As Hinata made her way through theSōkeHouse to thedojoshe passed by many Hyuuga, their deep bows of greeting making her feel a little uncomfortable as usual. The imposter syndrome from her time as the Hyuuga failure had never fully left her.

Thedojowas filled with Hyuuga, but not the one Hinata was seeking. She left quickly, never fond of the Hyuugadojoand the bad memories of being beaten into thetatamifloor.

Reluctant to use herbyakuganfor something so trivial, she closed her eyes and focused. Thechakrashe was seeking was incredibly faint, but her familiarity with it allowed it to guide her to the Hyuuga Library.

Neji was kneeling at a low table, brush in hand as he drew elegant lines of calligraphy on a scroll ofwashi.

Hinata took a moment to observe him: the red patches on his knuckles from a recent training session, the weights from Gai's collection laying by his feet, the slight tremble in his fingers when he dipped his brush into the ink stone. He was deliberately suppressing hischakraas an exercise inchakracontrol.

He was overdoing it again.

Neji had recovered remarkably from his injury during the war, however the severity of his wounds had not allowed him to return to full capacity. This was unacceptable to Neji and he was determined to train himself back to full strength.

"Hinata-sama," he said without breaking his concentration on the scroll.

Hinata smiled a touch sheepishly. It seemed he'd grown weary of her silent staring.

"Good afternoon, Neji-nii-san." She kneeled down beside him and unfurled a blank scroll beside his. There was already a second brush laid out and when she took it in hand, Neji moved to allow her easier access to the ink stone.

She began to write. Calligraphy had been a required teaching for her as the heiress, but Hinata had only picked it up again when Neji had started using it as training for his fine motor control. Her strokes were still beautiful and precise, as her tutor used to praise her. Neji's were a little too unsteady, but she could see the improvement since he had started.

Hinata had filled out a significant amount of her scroll when she heard the clattering of the brush falling against the table.

Neji's hand was shaking uncontrollably. Hinata quickly covered it with her own.

They weren't a very tactile family, but Hinata had made a vow in front of the entire village to stop running away from things that she wanted to do but found difficult. Neji nearly dying had only strengthened her resolve.

Maybe it was impossible to break a fifteen year bad habit in just two years, but Hinata intended to keep trying until the years spent trying overcame the years spent running away.

So when she felt the urge to offer comfort to her friends and family, she tried not to allow her self-doubt to stop her. And she was grateful that Neji allowed her in his space.

Hinata continued to hold Neji's hand, clasping his fingers tightly until they stopped shaking. Once they did, she released his hand with a final squeeze.

"Will you sit with me outside? Please, nii-san?"

"Very well, Hinata-sama."

They sat side by side on theengawaoutside the library. Hinata let her legs swing as she gazed up at the sky.

"Will you be meeting with Hiashi-sama today?"

Hinata nodded. "Mm. And with the rest of the planning committee. I have the housing layout finalized and wanted to discuss a lottery system for allotting homes."

Neji sighed. "And will you be discussing anything else with Hiashi-sama?"

"I do have some ideas on a mentorship program…." Hinata tried.

Neji was undeterred. "Hinata-sama, how long do you intend to hold off the announcement?"

"Nii-san, the world is at peace. Father has many years left before retirement and three young candidates to choose from. There is no need to rush."

"You should have been named heir on your twelfth birthday."

"You know why I wasn't."

Neji frowned. "Things are different now. You are different now. We all are."

Hinata remained silent. Her father had broached the topic with her, but had been surprisingly lenient in giving her time to think it over. There was no doubt that she wanted to impart real change on the ways of her clan, but she wasn't sure if becoming clan head was the only way to achieve that. Hinata was Hiashi's eldest child, so the position should be hers by right, but there was Hanabi's ambition to think of and Neji's undeniable suitability for the role.

And her relationship with Naruto could not be overlooked. There was a strict rule of non-interference between theHokageand the clans that resided inKonohagakure.

She could be the clan head or theHokage's wife but not both.

Not that Naruto had asked her to marry him. Hinata shook her head in embarrassment at her thoughts. They had only been dating for a few months.

Neji seemed to take her silence as reluctance to speak any further on the topic. "Fine, have it your way Hinata-sama. However, Hiashi-sama only has two candidates to select from. Not three."

Hinata smiled at her cousin. "Are you sure about that, Neji-nii-san?"

Neji scoffed. "Quite sure. And as far as I'm concerned, there is only one real option."

Hinata couldn't help the pleased tilt to her smile or the pink tinge on her cheeks.

The night before Naruto's birthday saw Hinata in the HyuugaSōkeHouse kitchens, chopping and frying.

The private examination for hisjouninplacement was coming up and Naruto was studying as hard as ever for the written portion. Hinata hadn't seen him beyond passing in a couple of days, so she was very excited for the party Ino, Sakura and Chouji had planned.

Hinata expected Naruto would be busy for most of the day as usual so hoped that her homemadebentowould provide a little bit of brightness for him.

The Hyuuga kitchens were quiet at this time of night, something Hinata was well aware of. She had spent many evenings here putting together her ownbentosand occasionally some for her team.

It was unusual for someone of her position to cook. Even more so as there were Hyuuga employed specifically to prepare meals for theSōkemembers. Hinata was almost certain that Hanabi had never set foot in here. With the current living arrangements, they had needed to hire more cooks to feed the entire clan in order to limit crowding in the kitchens and unnecessary food waste.

Hinata's mother had certainly never cooked. As the Lady of the Hyuuga clan it would have been considered beneath her. Yet Hinata's fondest memories of her mother, of the few that she could remember, revolved around food. Her mother had been kept occupied by clan matters or by bedrest for her weak constitution while Hinata had quickly begun physical training and academic tutoring from a young age. Mealtimes had been the one regular opportunity to spend time together.

When her mother passed, Hinata had sought comfort in trying to recreate those shared meals. It had been one of the few things she naturally excelled at and quickly became a comfort in its own right. When she stumbled in herkatasunder her father's watchful eye or disappointed her tutor with hershogistrategies, she could always take refuge in thin and evenly sliced carrots, tightly wrappedtamagoyaki, and perfectly formedonigiri.

Hinata packed an elaborateobentofor Naruto, worthy of his birthday. After a moment's thought, she packed a second one as well.

The next morning she dropped by Naruto's apartment and ran into another visitor at his door.

"Good morning, Sasuke-san." It was a little amusing to be meeting him on this side of the door for once.

Although they'd had tea together a few more times since she'd run out on him, they hadn't spoken much beyond polite inquiries about his D-rank missions. Hinata felt a little regretful about her reaction when he had tried to initiate a conversation.

Sasuke inclined his head in his usual silent greeting, eyeing the two lacquered wooden boxes in her arms.

"Ah, here," Hinata said, holding thebentoboxes out to him.

Sasuke stared motionlessly at her outstretched arms for a very long moment. Slowly, he reached out and took the boxes into his one hand. He stared down at them with an almost dumbfounded expression.

"They'reobento," Hinata explained. She then immediately felt silly for voicing that aloud and followed with, "I made one for Naruto-kun and one for you."

Sasuke continued to trace the carved Hyuuga design of thebentoboxes with his eyes.

Hinata nervously tucked her hair behind her ear and wondered if she perhaps should have only made one. "Um…you don't have to eat it…if you don't want to," she whispered.

Sasuke blinked down at her, his energy suddenly switching from relaxed to intense.

Hinata kept her gaze level with his chest, but she could feel his eyes on the top of her head.

She bowed. "I'll head out now. Enjoy your training."

"You're not going to go in?"

Hinata faltered. "Ah, well. I was planning to leave them in the kitchen and let Naruto-kun sleep in for once. I hate waking him, he always looks so sleepy." She smiled up at him wryly. "I guess he won't get to sleep in today either….but Sasuke-san can wake him up this time."

"I doubt I'll be as nice about it as you are," Sasuke said. A slight smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth and Hinata found herself a little amazed by the sight of an expression other than indifference on his face. It suited him.

"Um…"

"Don't worry, I'm used to being the bearer of bad news." His smirk widened.

Hinata nodded, still a little mystified. "Thanks, Sasuke-san." She smiled, an almost automatic response to the rare display of positive emotion from the boy. "Then…I'll see you atIchiraku Ramentonight?"

The smirk disappeared, replaced by cool indifference once more. "Unfortunately."

Hinata felt her own smile drop. "Um. Good bye then, Sasuke-san." With another shallow bow, she scurried down the stairs, feeling his eyes on her back the entire time.

Notes:

Fix-it #2 is Neji's death.

Chapter 3: Tracing out your shadows

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter fornotes.)

Chapter Text

Sasuke spotted her the moment he enteredIchiraku. She was sitting in a poorly lit corner with her head turned to Shikamaru. Her indigo hair looked black in the dim lighting and hid most of her face, including her distinctive eyes. She cut a completely unobtrusive figure and yet she was the first thing his eyes landed on.

Sasuke himself had tried to sneak in behind Naruto, the man of the hour. It worked for the most part.

Ichirakuhad grown from a small side stall into a larger restaurant but even so it struggled to contain the horde of guests for Naruto's birthday party. It was a mix ofninjaand civilians and, with hischakrasuppressed, Sasuke managed to avoid scrutiny from all but a few of his former classmates. Most everyone's attention was turned to Naruto, crowding him to offer congratulations and birthday wishes.

Her attention was on Naruto too. Sasuke could see her face now, pale gentle eyes on the blond. She made no move to get up, however, content to watch from a distance.

Sasuke seriously contemplated joining her in the back. It was a tempting thought.

Instead, he took a spot to the side. Leaning against the wall with his one arm tucked under his cloak, he started counting down the minutes until he could leave without Naruto throwing a fit.

"Sasuke-kun!"

He sighed. "Sakura."

She was grinning up at him, green eyes filled with joy. Her bright pink hair had grown a bit and it was a wonder he hadn't seen her coming from a mile away.

"It's so good to see you! I know you've been busy, but it wouldn't kill you to visit," Sakura said.

Sasuke grunted. Talking to Sakura always left him with a bitter taste. She looked at him with so much hope and longing it made him almost sick with guilt. Sakura had been carrying a torch for him for so long, had wasted so many years wanting him, he didn't know how to begin paying that back.

Sasuke felt indebted to hisgeninteam. Naruto and Kakashi didn't seem to want much from him other than making peace withKonoha, but Sakura…

"I think I'll leave now. I hate crowds."

"Are you serious, Sasuke-kun?" Sakura said, bristling. "You've been inKonohafor weeks and this is the first time I've seen you. You can't even give me a five minute conversation after everything?"

Sasuke held back a flinch at her accusing tone.

He tried to offer Sakura friendship, same as Naruto, but it was never enough. She would just continue to look at him with those desperate yearning eyes and he would feel like scum for not being able to muster any sentiment other than obligation.

"Maybe some other time," Sasuke said noncommittally. He could see her fists clenching at her sides and averted his gaze.

Naruto had escaped his admirers and was sitting in the back now. His side was barely touching the Hyuuga's but Sasuke's sharp eyes caught their hands clasped under the table.

"Sasuke-kun, can you at least look at me?" Sakura pressed.

"I'm leaving. Bye, Sakura."

Sasuke usedshunshinto get to the roof ofIchiraku. He thought about going back to his apartment but wasn't tired enough to sleep. If we was going to meditate, he might as well do it somewhere outside the empty walls of his place. Besides, it was highly likely Naruto might drink too much and the least Sasuke could do was make sure he didn't end up passed out in a ditch on his eighteenth birthday.

The roof ofIchirakudidn't offer the best view ofKonoha, but Sasuke glared out at what little of it he could see.

He hated being back here.

This village that had taken everything from him.

This village, the only remaining place in the world that had known his family beyond the illustrious clan.

This village that Itachi had slain for, had died for, that Sasuke was obligated to protect.

Walking through the streets ofKonohawas like wading through a river of memories, both good and bad. Every step was haunted by the spirits of his ancestors and by the stares of the villagers. Curious and impertinent eyes tracked him everywhere he went, so different from the eyes that followed him when he was wandering the lands.

With hisrinneganhidden, Sasuke was just another dark hairedshinobior, if he masked hischakra, civilian. He still received a lot of unwanted attention for his looks, but at eighteen years old he'd long grown used to it.

But here in Konoha, he was instantly recognizable. The people here knew him, had known him since boyhood. He didn't know how to feel about that. It annoyed him, mostly. Other times it was comforting in a way that made him uncomfortable.

Sighing, Sasuke sat down, resting his lone arm on his knee, and settled down to wait.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but the movement of herchakrabrought him out of his meditative state. Sasuke had been distantly aware of all thechakrasignatures underIchiraku'sroof even while meditating, so he noticed when she stepped outside despite how quiet she was about it.

From his spot on the rooftop, Sasuke dug his elbow further into his knee and studied her.

Hyuuga Hinata.

Sasuke had a very good memory. Perhaps a by-product of hiskekkei genkai, he could recall most things with crisp clarity.

The quiet girl on the street below had no real relationship with him. Sasuke remembered her doing her best to fade into the background in their childhood. A shrinking violet personality and hardly a standout at the academy.

And yet Sasuke found that she lingered in the periphery of his life, a conspicuous presence in the backdrop of his memories.

Hinata at clan meetings in a rainbow assortment ofkimonos: salmon pink, cornflower blue, marigold, amethyst. Sasuke walking past the Hyuuga compound on his way to the neighbouring Uchiha district. Hinata being escorted down the streets of Konoha, Sasuke trailing his family in the opposite direction. Hinata on the swings alone, Sasuke passing by on his way to train with Itachi. Hinata seated at the back in the academy, Sasuke towards the front. Hinata hidden behind a crowd of cheering girls, Sasuke sparring in center stage. Hinata leaving for a mission at the front gates, Sasuke returning with Naruto, Sakura and Kakashi.

The thing about human memory that Sasuke had to grudgingly acknowledge, was that for something to be encoded in your mind you need to have been paying attention to it in the first place. Even for a memory as uncommonly good as his.

It was frankly baffling how aware he was of her.

Sasuke watched her tuck her hands into her sweater. It was chilly for early October. A gust of wind swayed her hair and Sasuke could see her shiver from where he was sitting.

Hinata looked up and seemed to frown at the moon before turning and looking straight at him. She tilted her head and then, after a moment, held her hand up in a timid wave.

Sasukeshunshinedto stand in front of her. Hinata was short. He noticed it anew every time, maybe because of her habit of avoiding his gaze and leaving him to stare at the top of her head.

"Sasuke-san."

"Hinata-san," he returned.

Hinata stared at him in surprise and he saw the start of a blush high on her cheekbones.

"I didn't realize you'd come," she said. "I didn't see you in there."

Sasuke scoffed. "Were you looking for me?"

Hinata blinked up at him with wide eyes, mouth agape.

There was a tug of amusement in his chest at the sight. "I came with Naruto. You wouldn't have noticed anything else."

"Ah, well…" The blush bloomed.

He decided to take pity on her. "The idiot likes to make a dramatic entrance. He's the least sneaky ninja I know."

Hinata smiled at that and Sasuke found himself smirking.

They lapsed into silence. He took the opportunity to unabashedly stare at her as she took to staring a little beyond his ear in an illusion of eye contact.

"Hinata-san. Come see me tomorrow."

"Eh?" She startled enough to properly meet his eyes. "Sasuke-san —"

"Hinata-chan! There you are!" Naruto yelled.

Hinata's head whipped around to stare at the blond exiting theramenshop. Sasuke's lingered before turning more sedately to Naruto.

"Ready to head home?" Naruto asked Hinata. He then grinned cheekily at Sasuke, "Betting you were ready to leave hours ago."

Sasuke rolled his eyes. "I was ready to leave before we got here."

"We get it! You hate parties and having fun and being around people," Naruto laughed. "So thanks for coming anyway."

"Whatever."

Hinata was so caught up in looking at Naruto that she didn't notice when Sasuke left, gone as quickly as he had come. She unthinkingly glanced up at the rooftop ofIchirakuand was surprised to see the dark hairedshinobistanding back up there.

She thought about waving or saying good bye, as unlikely as it was that he would hear her, but Naruto's hesitant hand on the small of her back distracted her. Hinata leaned into him a little.

Naruto could sometimes be surprisingly shy about public displays of affection beyond platonic gestures with their friends around. He'd blushed so sweetly when she held his hand under the table inIchiraku. Hinata smiled at the thought.

The trip to Naruto's apartment was an easy one. Neither of them had drank more than a cup ofsake.

Hinata was hanging up her sweater as Naruto locked his front door. As soon as she'd placed it on the hook, she felt his arms embracing her from behind.

"Hinata-chan," Naruto murmured into her ear lowly.

"Oh," she gasped quietly. Hinata let Naruto guide her into his bedroom where they spent the last hour of his birthday tangled together.

Sasuke launched himself from the top ofIchiraku Ramenand leapt from rooftop to rooftop.

Finally landing at theNaka Shrine, Sasuke let himself into the underground tunnels and, after a few turns, into a familiar chamber. He hadn't been here, in this particular room, in years. Not since hisgenindays.

Uchiha paraphernalia littered the area, with even more sealed in scrolls tightly rolled up and stored in large shelves that lined the walls.

After the incident, theSandaimehad arranged for the cleaning of the Uchiha district and the burial of the bodies. All the material possessions left behind, however, had been inherited by the sole survivor. Sasuke hadn't wanted anyone to get their hands on his family's things, but he could hardly leave them where they were, especially as Sasuke himself had moved into a small apartment near the academy.

This chamber under the ruins of theNaka Shrineheld nearly the entirety of the Uchiha heirlooms. Standing here only magnified the nostalgia Sasuke had been feeling tenfold.

After some minutes of rummaging, Sasuke was finally able to locate what he had been looking for. After another cursory glance around the room, Sasuke's eyes caught on a finely painted porcelain tea set. Without another moment's thought, he took it into the crook of his arm and left.

Naruto was gone the next morning, leaving Hinata with the sheets tucked closely around her. Hinata had slept longer than usual, body pleasantly sore.

"Oh no!" She blushed furiously at the sight of the marks on her neck in Naruto's bathroom mirror. Fortunately, she kept Naruto supplied with her homemade healing ointments.

Making quick work of healing her neck, Hinata headed back to the Hyuuga compound to freshen up. Once done, she took somemizudashi ryokuchaout from the fridge to serve to the Hyuuga clan members working tirelessly to build the compound's new housing units. They were sweating despite the cool autumn weather and gratefully accepted the cool drink. After chatting with them for a few minutes, Hinata recalled Sasuke's request.

She frowned to herself. Sasuke hadn't mentioned a meeting place and Hinata didn't know enough about him to guess where he spent his time. She certainly hadn't as ageninand felt she knew even less now for all that they'd spent more time in each other's company in the last couple weeks than in the seventeen preceding years.

Hinata activated herbyakuganand focused. She located a powerfulchakrasource that was not Naruto closer than she expected and followed it, coming to an abrupt halt once she realized where she was.

Deactivating herbyakugan, Hinata stared up at the Uchiha district entrance with trepidation.

Hinata bit her lip nervously, debating on going in. It felt almost sacrilegious.

She shook her head furiously. She would simply have to meet up with him later.

"Hinata-san. I should have known you'd need a formal invitation."

Hinata gasped. "Sasuke-san!"

Sasuke was standing at the entrance, staring at her sardonically with his one dark eye, the other hidden as usual.

Hinata bowed in greeting. "Sorry to disturb you."

Sasuke cocked his head, almost frowning. "I invited you," he said simply.

Averting her gaze to the ground, Hinata gave another shallow bow. "Then…thank you for having me."

Sasuke turned and began to walk into the Uchiha district. "Coming?" he called without looking at her.

"Oh!" Hinata hurried after him.

Following behind the Uchiha, Hinata couldn't help her wandering gaze. The empty streets and rows of dilapidated shops made for an eerie sight. More than that, she had the strangest feeling that she'd been here before. Paired with the knowledge of what had happened here, she felt herself getting dizzy.

Hinata was so preoccupied with her thoughts that she didn't realize Sasuke had stopped. "Sorry!" she cried, stepping away after bumping into his back.

She had started to reach up to touch her forehead reflexively when she felt a light touch ruffling her bangs.

Hinata stared up at Sasuke with eyes widened in surprise. He stared back, seeming almost as shocked as her.

Snatching his hand back, Sasuke huffed. "Lost in your memories?" he drawled as he began walking once more.

Hinata hesitated, tucking her hair behind her ear. "…Not exactly."

"We'd all be better off if we stayed in the present, instead of the past," Sasuke said. "But that's easier said than done."

Hinata glanced at Sasuke out of the corner of her eyes and realized that, though he was staring ahead blankly, he had deliberately slowed his pace so they were walking side by side.

"If it's too difficult to stay in the present…we can try to focus on our dreams for the future," she offered.

Sasuke scoffed. "Sounds like something the idiot would say." He continued to guide them through the desolate Uchiha district until they entered a house.

Hinata stopped at the door to take her sandals off out of habit even as Sasuke strode past her. He turned the corner and disappeared, leaving her alone in the entryway.

Walking in the direction Sasuke had taken, Hinata surveyed the house as she went. It was beautifully built but completely bare. No shoes or coats by the entrance, no paintings or photos on the walls, no books or trinkets on the shelves or tables.

Hinata paused in the doorway of what seemed to be the family room. Sasuke was standing motionlessly in the middle of the room. He was turned away from her, head bent low and overgrown hair hiding his face.

Despite his tall stature and broad shoulders, he looked incredibly small. Hinata clasped her hands together against her chest. She felt an urge to reach out but she held back, wary of encroaching on his personal space when they were essentially strangers. Familiar strangers, but strangers nonetheless.

Watching him from afar, Hinata was struck with the thought that Sasuke was changed, in some undeniable way, from the boy he had once been.

She struggled for concrete memories of Sasuke. He had usually been the center of attention, so much so that she hadn't been able to see him behind the crowds of admiring girls and envious boys.

Sasuke had been smart and capable, the top of their class. He'd won every spar and aced every test and was usually seen alone. These are facts she knew about Sasuke by overhearing the chatter of her classmates rather than by having witnessed these feats herself.

Hinata's broad impression of Sasuke before he left the village was of a boy with a façade of coldness fronting barely restrained anger. The brief glimpses she'd caught of him in his time away fromKonohawas more of the same, with perhaps less restraint.

Looking at him now, he didn't seem angry anymore. And yet she wouldn't call its absence peaceful either.

A feeling of deep shame washed over Hinata. The private details of Sasuke's life had been made gossip fodder. Even after he leftKonoha, the whispers didn't stop.

Unavoidably, Hinata was aware of the half-truths and conjecture spread around. It felt terribly wrong to have intimate knowledge, or assumptions, of Sasuke's pain without him choosing to share it with her.

Suddenly he turned his head to face her and caught her in the act. "It's rude to stare, Hinata-san."

Hinata startled and felt herself fluster. He had said her name again. She'd never heard him use honorifics with anyone else. There was something about the way he said it that felt like he was teasing her. "Ah — I didn't mean to…"

He huffed, the corner of his lip twitching into a small smirk. "Come on."

Sasuke led her into a dining room with an open archway leading into a kitchen. Hinata came to a stop in the center of the room even as Sasuke continued into the kitchen.

There was, inexplicably, a very beautiful porcelain tea set on the dining table, at complete odds with the otherwise unadorned house.

"Does Sasuke-san…live here?" Hinata wondered aloud. She brushed her fingers against her bottom lip in thought.

"Fuck no," Sasuke said from the kitchen. "I haven't lived here since I was six."

Hinata whirled around, loose hair swaying around her.

"Here," Sasuke said as he walked towards her. "Guess something got me thinking about the past."

Hinata blinked down at the stack of cleanbentoboxes easily balanced in his one arm. "Um…"

"It was good. I never got the chance to tell you that," Sasuke said simply.

Hinata looked up at him in confusion. His head was tilted down to look back at her and from this close his bangs did little to hide hisrinnegan. It was hypnotic and Hinata lost herself for a moment before looking back down.

She had cooked him abentojust the other day, but in his hand he had six boxes made of the finest polished wood with classic Hyuuga engravings. Hinata reached out slowly, tracing her fingertips over the edge of one of the boxes.

"Oh!" The soft exclamation resonated loudly in the silent room.

It came to her slowly, the hazy memory of a brooding young boy. The other children at the academy speaking of the fate of his family in hushed voices. His pale, withdrawn face, dark rings shadowing his eyes. Hinata eating by herself as usual, gazing out the classroom window in search of a blond but accidentally spying another boy all alone. His empty hands curled into fists, no homemade lunch to hold onto.

"I'd forgotten…" she said, still tracing the wood with wonder. "Ko-san made me stop taking more than onebentowhen he saw me come back with one missing five days in a row."

"Probably thought you were being bullied. Which you were."

Hinata frowned, not wanting to think of the three boys that used to torment her whenever they caught her alone. She took the boxes from Sasuke hesitantly.

"Um…thanks?" It came out more as a question than a statement. Hinata felt Sasuke's continued stare but chose to keep her eyes on thebentoboxes in her hands.

Sasuke scoffed. "Only eleven years late." He moved to lounge easily in one of the dining room chairs. "Do you remember coming here?" he asked.

Hinata could only blink at the abrupt change in topic. She shook her head slowly, head ducked down.

"Figures. Your family only came here a few times. Mostly we would go to the Hyuuga compound."

Hinata wondered what type of expression Sasuke could be wearing, but still didn't dare to look up.

"Do you remember it?" she asked boldly.

Sasuke was quiet for a moment. "I remember everything," he said eventually.

Feeling his intimidating gaze leave her, Hinata braved a glance from beneath the curtain of her bangs.

With his arm folded on the table, Sasuke was staring out the curtainless window. The afternoon sun illuminated his profile.

"You never wanted to play. I couldn't wait to run off, but you mostly stuck to your parents' side."

Hinata blushed. That sounded accurate.

Sasuke sighed. "You don't remember much from then, do you?"

Hinata shook her head gloomily. "No. Some things happened back then and…when I try to think of those times, it's blurry." She fiddled with her sleeves. "But I do remember some things, or at least I think I do," she offered. "It can be hard to tell the difference between a real memory and something someone told you about."

Sasuke didn't press, but Hinata could feel his curious eyes on her.

"I remember my father talking about…Itachi-san," she spoke haltingly, "That the Uchiha clan had a genius heir." She smiled ruefully. "It was already hard to measure up by normal standards."

Sasuke let out a mirthless laugh. "Tell me about it," he muttered.

"But I also remember…that he seemed kind." The more Hinata thought about it the more she could picture it. An older boy with an out of focus face, bigger and taller than her but with gentle hands that pet her head and held outwagashi. "He would pat me on the head," she recalled, "No one had ever done that before except my mother."

When she looked up, there was so much pain in Sasuke's eyes that Hinata was unable to look away.

Seeing her looking, his face shuttered, emotion giving way to impassiveness. "You can sit down, you know. Apologies for the lack of hospitality, there's no food or drink here," he said in his typical deadpan.

"Oh no, it's no problem!" Hinata was quick to say. "Thank you again for returning these." She smiled slightly. When Sasuke had invited her over, she hadn't known what to expect, but certainly not something so mundane as returning usedbentoboxes. But after the war, mundanity was a blessing.

"You don't need to thank me for something like that."

Hinata shrugged, still smiling. "I do have to get going, though. I promised Kurenai-sensei I would babysit."

"Goodbye then, Hinata-san." Sasuke turned towards the window again, which Hinata appreciated, always feeling more at ease when no one was looking at her.

"Thank you for having me," she said, bowing.

As she was walking home alone, still marveling at the stackedbentoboxes in her arms, it occurred to Hinata that she'd always thought of herself as invisible, especially when she was younger. It was both a frustration and a boon. To be constantly overlooked in favour of people who were better and brighter had taken its toll on her self-esteem which in turn had made her appreciate her ability to fade into the background and hide away from judging eyes.

This made it more curious that Uchiha Sasuke had noticed the seemingly invisible Hyuuga Hinata.

Notes:

Our first glimpse into Sasuke's mind.

Yes, I jumped onto the 'Hinata made Sasuke lunch after the massacre' bandwagon because it's cute af. I also made the executive decision to re-write Sasuke and Sakura's parting before he left for his 'atonement journey'.

Anyone want to take a guess at how many times I forgot Sasuke lost an arm? Had to keep going back and editing.

Chapter 4: Chasing visions of our futures

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter fornotes.)

Chapter Text

"No."

Kakashi kept smiling behind his mask, unperturbed. "Now, now, Sasuke-kun. It's this or nothing."

Sasuke scowled before snatching the mission scroll from Kakashi's hand. A D-rank mission was still a mission, though barely. He read through it and scoffed. "That cat's still alive?" he asked skeptically.

"Shijimi-sama takes good care of Tora."

"Then why is it always running away," Sasuke muttered. "This is a waste of my time."

Kakashi leaned back in his chair behind his desk. "As you can imagine, rebuilding after a war is expensive. We're not in a position to be turning down paid missions and we need the cooperation of all our good, upstandingKonohaninja. Everyone is doing their part."

"You must have at least a few C-ranks in there," Sasuke said, gesturing towards the pile of mission scrolls by Kakashi's elbow.

"Maybe, but I don't have anyone to team you up with. This isn't wartime, Sasuke-kun.Genin-rankninswithout a team get D-rank missions," Kakashi said placidly.

Sasuke narrowed his eyes disbelievingly. Finally, he turned his glare to the side. "Whatever."

"Now that that's settled, any updates since the last time we spoke? It's been a few weeks now that you've been back inKonoha."

"All I've done is complete D-rank missions and ask myself every day why I came back," Sasuke said, continuing to glare at the wall.

"Why did you come back?" Kakashi asked. "Don't get me wrong, we're happy to have you here, but I do wonder what made you come back."

Frowning, Sasuke responded, "…I don't know. As I traveled, I came to terms with everything that happened…the things that were done to me, the things that I did. At a certain point, it felt like the only way forward was to come back."

Kakashi sighed. "And have you thought about what you want to do here? Any wishes or dreams for the future?"

"I don't have dreams, just goals," Sasuke retorted and Kakashi chuckled.

"You know, you told me the same thing when we first met?" Kakashi reminisced. "It worried me then and it worries me even more now."

Sasuke rolled his eyes. "You don't need to worry about me. I'm not twelve years old and you're no longer my teacher."

"But I am yourHokage," Kakashi said with a mischievous lilt to his voice. "And I have another mission to assign you." Kakashi grabbed a blank scroll and began to write in his messy scrawl. As soon as he finished writing, he handed the scroll to Sasuke, the ink still wet.

Raising a brow, Sasuke reluctantly took the scroll. He skimmed through the contents and scoffed. "You're assigning me a mission to…come up with a dream?"

Smiling, Kakashi folded his hands together on his desk. "A paid commission by yours truly."

"You can't be serious. I refuse."

"Sure, I'll just mark it down as a failed mission. It'll be a first for you, and a D-rank at that. I guess not even Uchiha Sasuke can have a perfect record." Kakashi was still smiling serenely even as Sasuke shot a baleful glare at him.

"One of these days, I'm going to set fire to all of your perverted books," Sasuke growled.

"While they do have sentimental value, I assure you I can rewrite them word-for-word by memory," Kakashi said, raising up a finger to point to the eye that once held thesharingan.

Sasuke balked. His face contorted into an incredulous sneer, unsure if he should take Kakashi seriously. Surely the man hadn't used the Uchiha clan'skekkei genkaifor such a petty reason.

A knock at the door drew their attention.

"It seems the busy life of aHokagecalls," Kakashi said. "Good luck with your missions."

With one last glare, Sasuke turned to leave.

"Oh, and Sasuke-kun," Kakashi called. "Konohahappens to be home to many brilliantshinobiandkunoichiwith grand dreams. If you need any guidance on your second mission, it wouldn't hurt to ask around."

Ignoring him, Sasuke exited theHokage's office, opening the door aggressively enough to nearly hit the person on the other side.

"Sasuke-san!"

Sasuke blinked, feeling some of his ire dissipate. "Hinata-san," he acknowledged with a nod. Mindful of Kakashi's presence through the open door, Sasuke turned to leave quickly.

On his way out, he passed Shikamaru, a regular fixture at theHokage Tower. Eyeing the othershinobi, Sasuke thought about Kakashi's second mission. He imagined himself asking Shikamaru about his hopes and dreams and grimaced before picking up the pace and exiting the building.

After leaving the Uchiha district, Hinata returned home to drop off thebentoboxes in the Hyuuga kitchens.

Still thinking about her conversation with Sasuke, Hinata went to the Hyuuga library. Her feet almost took her to the limitedfūinjutsusection by habit before she stopped herself and turned to another set of shelves. There was an archive section, a number of bookcases dedicated specifically to historical records. Hinata slowly perused the shelves, trailing her fingers carefully along the spines of the books that lined them.

She stopped, hand hovering over a book titled 'Hyuuga-Uchiha Relations'. There were several books with similar titles, but she found herself drawn to one in particular. "Hyuuga-Uchiha Annual Tea Ceremony," she read aloud.

Withdrawing the book from its place, she flipped through it slowly. Inquisitive lavender eyes examined each page. The next page she turned made her gasp quietly. Hinata spent a few moments taking in the details, enthralled. Then, she flipped through the next few pages before shutting the book decisively.

With the book still in her hands, she started to leave, only to be stopped by a call of her name.

"Hinata-sama," Ko said, bowing deeply. "My apologies for disturbing you, but you are needed byHokage-sama."

"Of course, I'll go right away. Thank you, Ko-san," Hinata replied.

Putting the book carefully back in its place, Hinata hurried to theHokage Tower.

After a brief run-in with Sasuke, Hinata entered theHokage's office and received a mission scroll. Kakashi was engaging as usual, asking about her family and about Naruto. Hinata stumbled only a little in her responses under the older man's cheerful, close-eyed smile.

The next morning found Hinata at theKonohagates, waiting on her teammate. She'd woken earlier than necessary and, after being unable to fall back asleep, Hinata had changed into her mission gear and left the Hyuuga compound with her backpack.

The guards stationed at the gates greeted her kindly and she returned their smiles before settling in to wait.

A brief flare ofchakrastartled Hinata out of her resting state. She was unable to place it immediately other than to acknowledge that it felt powerful. The ability to estimate aninja'sstrength based on theirchakrawas achunin-level skill, but identifying a specificninjausingchakraalone required a certain level of intimacy with theninin question. Unless, of course, you were a Hyuuga, in which case it was a matter of memorization.

"Sasuke-san!" Hinata exclaimed. She stumbled into a clumsy bow, still a little groggy. "Good morning."

Sasuke nodded silently in greeting. Based on their interactions so far, Hinata suspected that Sasuke was even more taciturn than usual in the morning.

Standing by the village entrance, Sasuke ignored the stares of the guards.

"Do you, perhaps, have a mission as well?" Hinata wondered. D-rank missions rarely took aninjaoutside of the village borders but they could extend into the surrounding woods. Hinata had helped with berry picking, wood cutting and other chores when she was fresh out of the academy. TheDaimyo'swife's cat had also managed to escape out the gates once or twice, though certainly never when Team Eight was on the case.

Sasuke grunted equivocally.

Hinata smiled slightly at the expected response. She was slowly becoming accustomed to Sasuke's demeanor and so too was her general social anxiety around him lessening. Clasping her hands behind her back, she looked away from the Uchiha and out into the forest.

"What rank?"

Surprised at the question, Hinata tilted her head. "C-rank. There are reports of some bandits nearTanzakuTown. They are unlikely to beninja, just common thieves."

After the war, these types of criminals had been more active than usual, taking advantage of destroyed infrastructure and the resulting disorder to prey on vulnerable travelers. The town mayors and sometimes theFire Daimyohimself had commissioned many missions toKonohato deal with them. It was below Hinata's and her teammate's skill level, butKonohawas pressed for field-readyninjaafter so many causalities.

Hinata wisely kept any judgment of the rank of her mission out of her voice, considering Sasuke's own situation.

"Sounds boring, but better than anything Kakashi will give me," Sasuke groused.

Looking at him with amusement, Hinata replied, "Hanabi was so excited when father allowed her to join ageninteam last year, I didn't have the heart to tell her what kind of missions she'd be getting. She was…disappointed to say the least."

Sasuke huffed. "If I had known opting out of ageninteam was an option after graduation, I definitely would have done it to be free of those two loudmouths."

Hinata bit her lip, glancing away. She had unwittingly put herself in an uncomfortable position. "…It's not really an option."

Sasuke's questioning pause felt almost oppressive.

"SōkeHyuuga do not attend the academy," Hinata finished in a whisper.

"…But you did."

Hinata nodded, keeping her gaze trained on the forest. "I did," she confirmed.

The subsequent minutes of silence were agonizing for Hinata. Reprieve came in the form of her mission partner.

"Hinata-san!" Lee greeted. "Such dedication, getting here so early!"

"Good morning, Lee-san," Hinata said, with no small amount of relief.

"And Sasuke-san is here too!" Lee beamed. "I must not be outdone! Tomorrow I shall begin training at four in the morning!"

"Ah, Lee-san, maybe we should head out?" Hinata asked, smiling at his usual zest for life.

"Good thinking, Hinata-san! We have bandits to capture!" Lee started off on the path into the forest, both hands clasped tightly over the straps of his backpack.

Hinata glanced back at the village gates. She had already said her goodbyes to Naruto the previous evening before spending the night at home. Still, she felt a pinch of disappointment not seeing him again.

Hinata moved to follow Lee before pausing. "Oh! Goodbye, Sasuke-san." She bowed quickly before walking away. Right before she completely disappeared into the foliage, she chanced a look back only to see Sasuke still standing nonchalantly by the gates. Feeling caught out, she gave an embarrassed wave and then jogged after Lee.

"Katon Gouka—" Sasuke aborted thejutsuto duck under a kick. Jumping out of reach, Sasuke paused to survey his opponent and grit his teeth. His single hand signing was still too slow.

"Rasengan!"

Cursing under his breath, Sasuke leapt back again.

"Hah! Are you just going to run away the whole time?" Naruto jeered, teeth bared in a fierce grin.

"You've been getting more bloodthirsty. Don't think I don't know what you're up to," Sasuke said, even as his eyes took in the field and his mind raced through strategies.

Feinting right, he dodged another kick and then drove his knee into Naruto's chest. He started signing even before the telltale sound of the clone dissipating. "Katon Goukakyuu no Jutsu!"

Fire sprang out at Naruto's approaching form. It was tame by Sasuke's standards, he hadn't imbued muchchakrainto thejutsu. For once, he was the less vicious one.

Sasuke grinned triumphantly as Naruto was forced to windmill out of the path of the flames.

"Nice job!" Naruto cheered. He managed to right himself and gave Sasuke a cheesy thumbs up.

Sasuke's grin transformed into a look of mild disgust. "Never do that again."

"One handed signing is pretty sick!" Naruto continued, as if he hadn't heard Sasuke. "I should practice too, in case I ever get tied up or something."

Sasuke scoffed. "For what? You know two techniques. You'd be better off figuring out how to untie yourself, which is a basic skill for aninjato have so I'm sure you've never learned it."

"Hey! I know at least five!" Naruto shouted, pointing accusingly. "Probably…" He looked down at his hand and began counting, "Kage Bunshin no Jutsu, Rasengan, Oiroke no Jutsu, Kuchiyose no Jutsu…doesRasenshurikancount as a separatejutsu? Oh!Kawarimi no Jutsu!"

Sasuke raised his gaze to the sky in disbelief. He walked over to his discarded cloak and put it back on. As he left the training ground, Naruto's yell of outrage followed him.

"Where are you going?!"

Sasuke turned to stare at him with unamused eyes.

"We should grab lunch! I have a little bit of time before I have to meet up with Shikamaru to go over more scrolls and textbooks," Naruto said, catching up to walk beside Sasuke.

"You always have time forramen." Sasuke rolled a shoulder, taking in the state of his body. He could feel the sting of a slightchakraburn on his upper back from arasenganthat got too close, but what made him frown was the pink claw marks on his inner arm.

Catching Tora was a lot easier now at eighteen years old than it had been at twelve, but the cat had gotten even meaner with age. Shijimi, theFire Daimyo's wife had been grateful when he'd handed over the angry fur ball this morning. She'd squeezed the cat tightly and then proceeded to gush over Sasuke.

"Oh my, look at you! I remember all the youngninjawho help my precious Tora and you were by far the handsomest one and you've only grown more dashing! I bet all the girls go crazy for that cute face," she'd cooed, pinching Sasuke's cheek for good measure.

Sasuke had allowed it, not willing to start a war after just ending one. Instead, after she'd left, he'd shot Kakashi the nastiest glare in his arsenal and slammed the door shut on theHokage's snickering.

It had been strange to be remembered so fondly by someone after everything he'd done.

Sasuke let Naruto chatter at him through lunch atIchiraku. Looking at the blond from the corner of his eye as he worked his way through his third bowl, Kakashi's second mission flitted through Sasuke's mind once more.

There was little point in asking Naruto about his dream, he'd been declaring it to everyone he met since he was a child. And now it was within his grasp, next in line once Kakashi had him trained up.

Sasuke wondered if he'd be left to watch everyone around him achieve their dreams while he stayed lost. If that was the case, aimlessly wandering the world outsideKonohamight be the better option.

"Ne, Sasuke, you should really eat more," Naruto said around a mouthful of noodles.

Blinking down at his own half full bowl, Sasuke shrugged listlessly. "Not everyone lovesramenas much as you, Naruto."

Naruto slurped up the last of his noodles and spoke while he chewed. "Maybe I should ask Hinata-chan to make usbentosagain? You really seemed to like it. Not that I can blame you, Hinata-chan's cooking is like no one else's."

Sasuke pushed away his half-eatenramen. "What is she, your cook?" he grumbled, standing up from his seat.

"That's not what I meant! Hinata-chan is really sweet and she loves cooking for people, she wouldn't mind it!"

"I'm leaving," Sasuke said, dropping a few coins on the counter.

"Fine, you grumpy bastard. At least stop by the hospital to see Sakura-chan! I beat your ass badly enough for it."

Rolling his eyes, Sasuke turned to leave. "Nice try." He'd been avoiding Sakura like the plague and Naruto would have to beat him unconscious for him to step foot in the hospital. With the way their sparring sessions had been going, Sasuke thought that might actually happen.

Sasuke looked up at the entrance of the Uchiha district ambivalently. His feet had led him here fromIchiraku, but had stopped short of actually stepping inside. The very thought made his stomach turn.

The day after extending an invitation to Hinata, Sasuke had continued on that impulsive urge by entering the Uchiha district for the first time since leavingKonoha.

He hadn't thought it through and after washing the Hyuugabentoboxes in his family home, without anything to busy himself with, Sasuke had felt his skin itch and his muscles tense. Blood pounding in his ears, Sasuke had walked through the abandoned streets he still saw in his sleep, visions of spilled blood and pale corpses running through his mind. It was difficult to keep himself from slipping into his nightmares and he'd almost lost it when the warm hue of herchakrahad pulled him back into reality, grounding him.

Walking the same streets had been so much easier in her presence. Still disquieting, but tolerable.

Clenching his fist, he turned his back on the entrance.

Instead, Sasuke made his way to the docks by theNakano Kawa. This, he could handle. The place brought back memories of his father's disappointment, Sasuke's self-imposed grueling training regimen, the bittersweet feeling of his father finally praising him while still managing to make the moment about Itachi. It was hardly pleasant, but it was the kind of unpleasantness that had made up even the happier parts of his childhood.

Throwing off his cloak, Sasuke exhaled deeply and lifted his good arm into the air.

"Katon Goukakyuu no Jutsu!"

The next day found Sasuke at theHokage Toweragain, on his way to Kakashi's office undoubtedly to receive another D-rank mission and a headache.

Walking down the corridor, he could hear Shikamaru's voice. "Hey, Hinata-chan, Naruto's out on a diplomatic mission toIwagakure."

"Oh." The sound held so much disappointment Sasuke felt the corners of his own lips tugging downwards.

"Yeah, it's a drag. He asked me to tell you that he was sorry to miss you."

"Thanks, Shikamaru-kun."

"Don't worry about it. I'll see you at Kurenai-sensei's tomorrow?"

"Yes! I'll be there early to helpsenseiwith the cooking."

"I'll probably be on time, since it's now Sai's job to wait for Ino to change her outfit five times."

A light giggle. "Ino-san used to say you all were late because she had to wake you up from napping."

When Sasuke rounded the corner, he saw Shikamaru and Hinata standing to the side. Hinata's back was to him.

Shikamaru spared him a glance from the corner of his eyes before offering Hinata a "See ya" and leaving.

Sasuke approached while Hinata was waving the other boy off. "How was the mission?" he asked, suppressing a smile when she startled.

"Sasuke-san!" Hinata's voice was higher pitched with surprise. Her long hair was windswept, she must have just arrived back from her mission. "It was good."

This was unsurprising given the mission description. Considering the distance betweenKonohaandTanzakuTown, her mission must have been wrapped up quickly to be back by now.

She seemed to hesitate before divulging, "We would have been back earlier, but Lee-san wanted to run back on his hands. For training." Her lavender eyes glinted in amusement.

Spotting the reddened skin on her palms, Sasuke quirked a brow. "Only Lee?"

Hinata flushed, pulling her sleeves down. "Well, it is good training," she defended.

Sasuke had to force himself to keep a straight face. His lack of further teasing seemed to calm her, and she released the ends of her sleeves.

"Oh!" Hinata looked up at him again. "Seeing you here reminds me…there's something I'd like to show you. When you have some spare time…could we, perhaps, meet?"

Intrigued, Sasuke stepped closer to her. She immediately stepped back, running into the corridor wall, the sight of which made him want to frown and laugh in equal measure. With an impassive face, he told her, "Meet me in the same place in an hour."

Hinata looked down and seemed to squirm nervously before nodding.

When he met her later at the entrance, Sasuke could tell she had washed up. Her hair was brushed and she was wearing civilian clothing. She had a leather satchel around her shoulder and he eyed it curiously before leading them past the district gates.

Hinata trailed after him slowly. Sasuke wasn't oblivious to her uneasiness, not now nor the last time she'd been here, but he was selfish enough to overlook it. With her here, he was able to see this place for what it was and what it used to be before that night.

He slowed his footsteps, forcing Hinata to catch up to him. Together they walked back to his childhood home again.

Sasuke walked through to the kitchen without stopping while Hinata took her sandals off. He didn't turn to look, but her pause was almost audible before the soft shuffling of slippered feet followed after him.

Sitting down at the kitchen table as he waited for her, Sasuke eyed the tea set by his elbow. He had brought it back to his small apartment, but it had looked so out of place he'd ended up bringing it with him again. Ferrying it back and forth made him feel like a fool and some of that irritation bled into his face.

Sensing Hinata in the doorway, Sasuke took one look at her worried expression before smoothing his face into its usual blankness. His gaze dropped to the lilac slippers she was wearing and he had to suppress his amusement when Hinata twisted her feet inwards self-consciously.

Instead, Sasuke cocked a brow. "Well?"

Hinata came closer and hesitated for a moment before taking the seat beside him. She clutched her satchel in her lap and undid the woven ties to pull out a leather-bound book from within its depths. She placed it on the tabletop between them, using the tips of her fingers to edge it closer to Sasuke.

"After I was last here…" Hinata started softly, "I ended up in my family's archives and came across several books about our clans. This one in particular, I thought you might like to see." Taking a breath, she bit her lip and looked up at him imploringly.

Curious, Sasuke pulled the book closer and flipped open past the flyleaf to the second page. He immediately froze, fingers gripping the edge of the page.

It was a photo.

Sasuke scooted forward in his chair, eyes narrowing as he scrutinized the picture. It was a group photo, but what drew his attention were two people in the center: his mother and father. It took him a few long moments before he absorbed the rest of the scene. It was a formal shot, everyone dressed inkimonoswith unsmiling faces staring directly into the lens. Half the group were Uchiha clansmen, but the other half had Hyuuga eyes. There was a Hyuuga couple beside his parents and it was clear the photo was framed around the four of them. A date was written neatly in black ink under the photograph.

Sasuke quickly flipped to the next page and then the next. Each photo was like the last except for different clothing and slight shifts in poses. He stopped again when he got to a photo with a new addition. A swaddled baby in his mother's arms. Itachi.

The postures in the pictures had been getting more and more relaxed as they went, but this was the first time anyone was wearing something other than a blank expression. His mother couldn't seem to contain her smile.

The next five pages tracked Itachi's growth, from being held in their mother's arms to standing between their parents. On the sixth page, there were another two additions. Both women were smiling, shoulders brushing as they each carried a baby. Even the patriarchs looked less stern.

The next photo had Itachi holding Sasuke, Hinata still in her mother's arms. In the next, Sasuke was standing beside Itachi and facing the camera while Hinata was still being held, though her face was finally visible. The next had them both on the ground, Hinata curled into her mother's side and looking up at her while Sasuke's eyes were turned to where Itachi stood between them. The next had Sasuke in the center, Itachi on one side and Hinata on the other with only one hand holding onto her mother.

The next flip of a page made him pause again. One addition and one loss. The Hyuuga matriarch was missing and a newborn was held in the Hyuuga Head's arms. Every face in the photo was somber. Itachi and Sasuke stood in front of their parents while Hinata was half hidden on the other side of her father. The next two were much the same.

There were no more photos after that.

Still staring down at the book, transfixed, Sasuke felt his mind racing. Memories triggered by the photos played out behind his eyes, but more than that what ensnared him were the imagined visions that came unbidden.

He could see it so clearly. More photos, more meetings. Years and years of growing connections. A life that could have been.

Sasuke finally tore his eyes away to look at Hinata, finding her already staring back.

They could have grown up together, side by side.

The thought pierced him through his core.

A sudden rage filled him, one Sasuke had thought had died a slow death during his months of solitary wandering. Rage atKonoha, at his clan, at Itachi, for ripping away his chance at a normal life.

He quelled it quickly, a result of his hard-won maturity, but not quickly enough.

Hinata stumbled to her feet, lips pressed together and eyes downcast. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I didn't…." Her fingers twisted into the ends of her sweater. "You can keep it, if you'd like. I spoke to my father and you're more than welcome to any of the other books we have on our clan relations. Or if you don't want to…that's perfectly fine as well!" She kept her gaze averted as she breathed out, "It's up to you."

Sasuke took in her forlorn face and felt a swell of irritation at himself. Unable to find anything to say, he grunted and turned to face the window.

He heard Hinata pick up her satchel and then the quiet sound of something being placed on table.

"I know you said not to bother, but…I hope you can use it," she said quietly before leaving.

When Sasuke turned, he found two small canisters beside the photo album. Picking one up, he took note of the Hyuuga emblem pressed into the metal. He set it back down and, after prying it open, he was hit with the flavourful scent ofmatcha.

Notes:

Fix-it #3 is the lack of Hyuuga/Uchiha interaction or history. Two powerful clans with dojutsu hailing from the God of Chakra living in the same village and they don't even talk to each other? Calling BS on that one.

Figuring out what honourifics, if any, characters would use with each other is so damn difficult. I watched so many clips and still ended up having to extrapolate. Hinata uses "san" with Sakura in The Last which was kind of surprising and doesn't seem to use any honourifics with Hanabi, so I'm guessing that she's fairly formal with people she's not close with or who are older (Sakura, Lee), less formal with people she's close with and who are the same age (her teammates, Naruto) and informal with people she's very close with and who are also younger (Hanabi). Fortunately Naruto, Sasuke and Sakura don't seem to use as many honourifics - Naruto seems to mainly use them with older characters more fondly than respectfully (Tsunade, Hiruzen) and Sakura seems to use them in a respectful way.

These are the kind of rabbit holes you go down while writing...

Chapter 5: Like the stars chase the sun

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter fornotes.)

Chapter Text

"I'm telling you Hinata-chan, it was boring, but also really tense? Diplomatic missions are weird."

Hinata smiled as she glanced at the blond. Naruto had arrived back from his weeklong mission the day prior and they were on their way for a lunch date.

As much as he complained about the dullness of diplomacy, he spoke of his mission with his usual enthusiasm and Hinata could only bask in his energy.

"I suppose it's to be expected withIwagakure's…history," Hinata mused. "But I'm glad you're back, Naruto-kun."

Their hands brushed as they walked side by side down the streets ofKonoha. Naruto's broader hand carefully took hold of hers.

"Heh, me too," he said with a shy grin. "Iruka-sensei made me take a bunch of scrolls to keep studying while I was away and he's gonna have me do a practice exam tomorrow, but at least I get to spend an entire afternoon with you today."

"Yo. Naruto, Hinata-chan, sorry to interrupt."

"Shikamaru-kun, hi."

"Oh man, what does Kakashi-sensei want now?"

Shikamaru shrugged lazily. "Some nobles from the capital are passing through the village and wanted some face time with theHokage.Hokage-sama wants to make sure they meet his successor. We're going to need to prep you before the dinner."

Hinata frowned but forced the expression away when Shikamaru shot her an apologetic look. "I guess our lunch will have to wait for another day, Naruto-kun."

"Hinata-chan…" Naruto squeezed her hand and she squeezed back before letting go reluctantly.

"It's fine," she said with a smile. "Good luck with the dinner."

"I'll see you later," Naruto promised. He then left with Shikamaru and Hinata watched as his back disappeared into the crowded streets.

Sighing to herself, Hinata played with the folds of her skirt for a moment. Shaking her head, she decided to head back to the compound and change into herninjaattire. She briefly checked on the Hyuuga working dedicatedly on the reconstruction, bringing them refreshments and thanking them for their efforts. Then, clad in comfortable clothes with herkunaipouch fastened around her upper thigh, Hinata made her way to the training grounds.

Fortunately, she was able to find a free, secluded spot and began to train. After stretching carefully, she moved through routinekatasflawlessly by muscle memory, mind peacefully blank. Hinata continued the repetitions until she had worked up a slight sweat. Next, she practiced her strikes on a tree stump, focusing on precision and controlling the amount of force where her wrapped palms made contact with the bark.

Once the muscles in her arms began to ache, Hinata moved onto theKaiten. She went through the motions without expending anychakra, her purpose being to perfect the movement itself. Hinata found that after using the technique she would be a hit by a momentary spell of dizziness. Although it lasted only a few seconds, this could mean the difference between life and death in a battle and Hinata had every intention of overcoming it.

Neji was probably the only Hyuuga capable of usingKaitenfrom whom Hinata would feel comfortable asking advice, however having that conversation while he was still recovering seemed too cruel.

She tried adjusting the speed and angle of her spin with no improvement. Ensuring her body was well-balanced also didn't seem to help. Huffing out a frustrated breath, Hinata tried to clear her mind before trying again. This time, she pushedchakrafrom the soles of her feet when stopping only to end up skidding through the dirt and falling to her knees with a yelp.

"That was too muchchakra."

Hinata gasped, jumping to her feet.

Sasuke sat in a casual sprawl atop the tree stump. He only raised a brow at her defensive stance.

Hinata relaxed, letting her arms fall to her side. "Sasuke-san," she greeted.

He inclined his head. "Hinata-san."

There it was again, the slight twitch to his mouth when he said the honorific, the suggestion of teasing. Hinata relaxed further.

It had been a week since she'd given him the photo album and two tins of Hyuuga-grownmatchaand whole tea leaves. He'd been obviously upset and she'd feared she'd been the cause, but since then he'd sat down for tea with her two more times at Naruto's apartment while she was over watering Naruto's plants. He spoke of the missions he took and inquired about her own plans and the attempts at conversation, however stilted, convinced her that he wasn't angry at her.

"Usingchakrato stabilize your feet is a good idea, but you're using too much, so you end up stopping abruptly," he said. Both his voice and gaze were steady and Hinata felt a sense of calmness settle over her.

Hinata hesitated for a moment. It had been years since there had been an Uchiha inKonoha, but Hinata had been warned the dangers of using clan techniques in front of asharinganuser. Still, she reasoned she was only practicing a simple spin.

Taking a deep breath, Hinata threw herself into the spin. This time she slowly increased the flow ofchakrato her feet and was able come to a controlled stop, head free of dizziness.

Dropping her stance, Hinata beamed at Sasuke.

He smiled back, a quicksilver flash across his face. He climbed down gracefully from the stump and said, "Let's spar."

Hinata's smile dropped open into a gape.

Sasuke was taking off his cloak. "Justtaijutsu. Promise I'm not trying to steal any Hyuuga secrets," he said carelessly, dropping his unclasped cloak by his feet.

Hinata blinked. As far as she knew, Sasuke already trained with Naruto every day on top of tackling as many missions as he could get assigned to. "Ah, I just thought Sasuke-san might be too busy to spar with someone at my level," she admitted. "Naruto-kun'sjouninplacement exam is coming up soon and he's been busy training and studying every day. He said you're taking it too?"

Sasuke cocked his head and in the next instance he cleared the distance between them to stand right in front of her. Hinata just barely managed to avoid flinching.

"Hinata," he said in a deadpan tone, head bent to peer into her face, "You're forgetting I was top of our class in the academy. I'm not worried about the placement exam.

Feeling a tinge of embarrassment, Hinata shook it off and straightened her spine. "Somehow I find it hard to believe that Sasuke-san was top in every curriculum," she asserted, "I remember we were graded on cooperation and class attitude."

Sasuke's dark eye seemed to glint in amusement. "Coming from someone who got an F in positivity?"

Hinata couldn't hold back a small gasp, blood rushing to her cheeks. "H-How…?" She couldn't finish her sentence, hit with the mortifying memory of that particular report card and her father's disbelieving glare.

Sasuke only smirked before backing away and settling into an insouciant fighting stance. "If you're so worried about wasting my time, then don't. Come on."

Hinata couldn't deny the small thrill she felt at the opportunity to train with someone as powerful as Sasuke. She had barely settled into her own stance when Sasuke struck out. Hinata parried his blow and used the momentum to spin into a crescent kick.

Her ankle was caught in a firm grip, but Hinata twisted her body to kick her other foot at Sasuke's left shoulder, forcing him to release her. He followed quickly with punches and kicks that left her with little time to do anything but try to dodge.

Hinata focused her attacks on Sasuke's weakened left side. She might have felt bad about it if she were arrogant enough to believe she had any business going easy on Uchiha Sasuke in a fight.

It seemed to work at first, her hits landing more often, but as they continued to fight Sasuke's defense improved. Hinata felt herself moving faster than she ever had during a spar, forced to keep up with the speed of Sasuke's attacks.

Hours passed by, neither of them willing to call it quits. Hinata had always had a habit of training to the point of exhaustion and it looked like Sasuke had no desire to cut their sparring short. Eventually, Hinata found herself collapsed on the grass, chest heaving. Sasuke was standing above her where he'd just thrown her over his shoulder to the ground. He was bent at the knees and breathing heavily.

"Not bad," he said. He gazed down at her, but she made no move to get up, fatigue keeping her grounded. Still, she smiled up at him, high off of adrenaline and endorphins.

"Sasuke-san…if it's not too much of a bother, could we do this again sometime?" Hinata asked.

A look of surprise seemed to flash across Sasuke's face. "Sure," he agreed.

Hinata smiled wider, finally heaving herself into a sitting position. "Sasuke-san," she started, and he waited for her to finish, his brows tilted in a mild expression of curiosity. "If you don't need to study for the placement exam, why didn't you take it as soon as you got back?" Hinata hugged her knees to her chest, looking up him with knowing eyes.

Sasuke frowned at her and Hinata found herself able to classify it as more grumpy than scary. "I'm leaving," he said gruffly.

Hinata hid a smile behind her hand. "I'm sure Naruto-kun appreciates it," she said.

Both the Uchiha and his cloak were gone, but she thought he might have heard her anyway.

"Hinata-chan!"

Hinata squeaked as Naruto nearly bowled her over. He started to swing her around in his arms and she giggled at his exuberance.

"Congratulations!" Hinata hugged him back once he'd set her back on her feet. "I guess everything went well?"

"The exam was a breeze! You're looking atKonoha's newestjounin!" Naruto announced, striking a flashy pose to show off his flak jacket.

"But still acting like such agenin," Sasuke said, walking down the steps of theHokage Tower. He'd apparently chosen to forgo the jacket that came with his promotion.

Hinata smiled at Sasuke over Naruto's shoulder. "Congratulations, Sasuke-san."

Sasuke nodded placidly at her even as Naruto yelled. "Hey, you were ageninfor as long as I was! You'd think you'd be a little more excited to graduate from D-rank missions!"

Hinata winced, Naruto having shouted into her ear. Stepping back, Hinata tugged at Naruto's sleeve. "Should we head to lunch?" she asked.

"Yes!Ramenand beer time!" Naruto cheered. "C'mon, Sasuke, first round's on me!"

When Hinata glanced over at Sasuke, their eyes met and his exasperated look nearly made her laugh. It had been close to two weeks since they'd first sparred and, having trained together at least five more times since then, Hinata was beginning to suspect that Sasuke was funnier than most people would give him credit for.

"If you want me to eatramenagain, then yes, you're definitely paying for it," Sasuke remarked.

"Oh, Shino-kun," Hinata called, spying her friend emerging behind the Uchiha. "Did you get called in for another mission already?"

Shino shook his head. "I was simply submitting my mission report." He looked over at Sasuke and Naruto. "I hear congratulations are in order."

Naruto grinned. "Thanks, man! Who told ya?"

"You did. You were very loud," Shino said bluntly.

Hinata had to look away to stifle her giggle. Her gaze ended up catching Sasuke's again and seeing the glint of shared humour in his dark eye made it impossible to hold back her laugh.

Naruto threw his arms in the air. "How long were you standing there?!"

Shino let out a dissatisfied sigh. "I was walking behind you the entire time."

Scratching the back of his head, Naruto shrugged carelessly. "Well since you're here, wanna join us atIchiraku's?"

"It would be my pleasure," Shino said. His serious words sounded almost sarcastic but Hinata knew he said them with the utmost sincerity.

They walked together as a group, Naruto leading the way with Sasuke right by his shoulder. Hinata lagged behind habitually, conversing quietly with Shino about his recent mission escorting aHi no Kuninoble as well as his plans to lecture at the academy. She didn't realize they'd reachedIchiraku Ramenuntil Shino gently tugged her by the elbow, preventing Hinata from walking into Sasuke.

The other teen's frame was much larger than her own and Hinata had to tilt her head to peer through the gap between his shoulder and the doorway. She didn't see anything unusual, Naruto was walking toward Sakura who had already gotten them a booth in the busy restaurant.

She looked at Shino reflexively. His new coat didn't hide the bottom half of his face the way hisgeninone did, but this didn't make Shino's face any easier to read. But as his teammate of over five years, Hinata could tell he'd divined something more from the moment than she had. She resolved to ask him later.

Sasuke was still standing motionless in the doorway.

"Um…Sasuke-san?" Hinata tried.

He didn't look back at her, but he did step into the restaurant allowing Hinata and Shino to follow.

By the time the three of them reached the booth, Naruto had already slid in next to Sakura. Shino promptly took the seat across from the pink hairedkunoichi. Eyes darting between her companions, Hinata chose to sit next to Shino both for her friend's comfort and to allow Sasuke to sit with his oldgeninteam.

As promised, Naruto ordered them allramenand beer. Conversation centered on Naruto's excitement of finally being ajouninand was carried by himself and Sakura. Sakura made valiant but unfruitful attempts to coax Sasuke into joining. Naruto didn't appear to be having much luck either. The Uchiha ate hisramenwith the same level of concentration he approached sparring.

For their part, Hinata and Shino were content to listen and make passing comments.

"Jouninsget to go on so much cooler missions! I've been stuck reading boring textbooks or going to boring meetings, the only action I've been getting is sparring with this guy," Naruto was saying, pointing at Sasuke. "And then the bastard started ditching me the past two weeks!"

Surprised, Hinata darted a glance at the dark hairedshinobi, seeing an annoyed tilt to his frown.

"Cut the dramatics," Sasuke scoffed. "I have better things to do than spar with you every single day."

"But it's so boring otherwise! Just studying and bureaucracy!"

Hinata's attention drifted back to Naruto. He spoke so expressively, his blond hair seeming to almost glow in the low lighting ofIchirakuand Hinata felt that she could watch him forever. A bubbling sense of joy filled her at the thought that all his studying and preparation had paid off. Naruto was ajouninnow and perhaps with the exam over he might have some more free time.

"You're going toDango-yaafter? That's a good idea! Ino said they put up some new decorations, really dressed the place up like a date spot."

It took Hinata a moment to realize the comment had been directed at her, so caught up in her staring. Hinata waved her hands in front of her blushing face, a little embarrassed. "Ah…I just thought it would be nice to get dessert after," she said.

Admittedly, Hinata had chosenDango-yaprecisely because Ino had told her the same thing after a date with Sai. Glancing at Naruto, Hinata found him smiling at her in a similarly flushed state.

Sakura grinned at her, face cupped between her palms and an empty glass of beer by her elbow. "Don't worry, we won't third wheel. You guys can have a cute date together, you deserve it." She leaned her face further into her palm, green eyes sliding past Naruto to the hidden figure on his other side. "I wish…" Sakura trailed off with a frown.

Naruto's blue eyes narrowed and cut a line between his two teammates. "Sasuke, why don't you –"

"Naruto," Sasuke said, voice low with warning.

Hinata clasped her hands over her chest where a growing sense of dread was settling.

Shino stood, a noisy movement at odds with his usual muted gestures. "We should leave," he said definitively. "Why? Because we have finished our meal and are occupying a table while other patrons wait to be seated."

Glancing at her friend with relief, Hinata stood as well. "Naruto-kun, we should — thedango…"

Naruto looked at her and his blue eyes softened. Grinning slightly, he said, "You're right, Hinata-chan. Let's go get somedango."

They left the shop, Naruto yelling a loud goodbye to Teuchi and Ayame.

Out in the cooler air, Hinata felt more at ease.

"Ah, this was awesome," Naruto said, stretching his arms above his head. His back cracked and Sakura cuffed the back of his head with a grimace. Naruto stuck his tongue out at her. "Would have been nice if Sai and Kakashi-sensei would have been able to join," he continued blithely, "All of Team Seven back together. And Hinata-chan, of course."

He grinned at her, but Hinata didn't smile back and instead nudged a little closer to her teammate. "And Shino-kun," she reminded him.

Shino was stiff at her side. "I must go or I will be late meeting Iruka-sensei to discuss my lesson plan," he said, leaving swiftly.

Hinata was watching him go with a small frown and so missed the arrival of a messenger bird. When she turned back around, Naruto had an unfurled scroll in hand and was looking back at her with a guilty expression.

"Oh," she whispered.

"I'm sorry, Hinata-chan," Naruto said. "It's probably going to last at least a week."

"God, Kakashi-sensei has the worst timing," Sakura huffed, concerned green eyes turning to Hinata.

"It's alright," Hinata said with a weak smile. "Maybe this will be Naruto-kun's first 'super cool'jouninmission."

Naruto huddled closer to Hinata and gave her a crooked grin, their faces just a few inches apart. "I'll make it up to you," he promised, private words just for her ears.

Hinata nodded up at him, her smile becoming something more real. "Mm."

Naruto's eyes lingered for a moment longer before he stepped back. "See ya later, Sakura-chan. And you, you bastard, you better be ready for a spar when I get back or I'll track you down myself!"

"You're so needy," Sasuke mocked. Naruto flipped him off even as he ran off down the street.

Hinata frowned. Though Sasuke had been talking about Naruto's demand for daily spars, his words prickled at her skin. Was Hinata the needy one, so often the cause of Naruto's remorse for fulfilling his duties?

"Hinata?" Sakura called worriedly.

Hinata turned to the other girl, immediately easing away her frown.

"Are you sure you're okay? I'd go toDango-yawith you myself, but I've got a shift at the hospital," Sakura said with a sympathetic frown.

Shaking her head, Hinata assuaged the pink hairedkunoichi. "Don't worry about me, Sakura-san. I'm glad we got to celebrate together at least. Good luck with your shift."

Sakura nodded. "I'll get going then." She hesitated for a moment, looking at Sasuke. "Sasuke-kun," she started, before stopping. Her right hand grabbed the elbow of her left arm in an unusual display of nerves. "…Nevermind."

With one last look at Sasuke and a wave to Hinata, Sakura left.

Hinata turned her face to the sky, eyes closed. The sun was still shining brightly, affording her some warmth despite the crisp autumn weather. When she opened her eyes again and looked around she was startled to find Sasuke still there. She blinked up at him questioningly.

Sasuke only tiled his head, gesturing down the street. Confused, Hinata followed him as he began to walk. Their shoulders were nearly brushing and Hinata realized that Sasuke had slowed down to make up for her tendency to trail behind.

Recognizing the path Sasuke was weaving, Hinata brought her hand to her lips to contain a soundless gasp. Sasuke strode confidently through the shop's door, holding it open after him with a backward glance at Hinata.

Bowing her head in thanks, Hinata stepped into the cutely decorated store. As Hinata took in the two-person tables filled with couples, her eyes unexpectedly met Sasuke's and she felt her cheeks pink.

Chancing another glance out of the corner of her eyes, Hinata marveled at how unbothered Sasuke looked in the midst of such a romantic atmosphere, head-to-toe in all-black against the soft pinks and reds ofDango-ya.

Feeling a little flustered despite her companion's indifference to the situation at hand, Hinata quickly went up to the counter and ordered. Within a few minutes she was back at Sasuke's side with a stick ofdangoin each hand. Hinata held one out to him and he eyed it with an impassive face for so long that she nearly withdrew it. He finally accepted it and she breathed out in relief.

It was now that Sasuke looked a little uncomfortable, eyeing the only free table tucked under a large cut-out heart.

Hinata allowed herself to imagine Sasuke sitting directly under the pink heart for a moment and was barely able to hold back a giggle.

Somehow the situation made her recall the lilac slippers she'd found neatly arranged by the door of Sasuke's family home, as if waiting for her. Eyes softening, Hinata decided to save him from his misery. "We don't have to sit here," she said.

When Sasuke turned to stare down at her, Hinata second-guessed herself. "N-Not that you would have wanted to —"

She cut herself off abruptly when she felt a hand on her head. In a blink of an eye it was gone and Sasuke was heading out the door.

"Come on," he said, "I'll walk you home."

They walked in silence, Hinata nibbling on the red bean paste flavoureddango. Slowly, Hinata became aware of the eyes directed at the boy beside her. Though he seemed uncaring of the attention, Hinata found herself taking the lead to gently guide them down a more secluded path.

Once they were free of prying eyes, Hinata continued to feast on herdango. She was onto the egg flavoured middle dumpling when she noticed that Sasuke had yet to touch his.

"Sasuke-san doesn't likedango?" Hinata asked, a small frown lining her brows. "I'm not too sure of Sasuke-san's preferences but I gotbocchan dangobecause there's amatchaflavoured dumpling."

Sasuke looked down at the stick ofdangoin his hand and took a tentative bite of the green coloured ball, bypassing the red and yellow ones entirely. He chewed thoughtfully then said, "It's fine."

Nodding with a satisfied smile, Hinata focused on her own treat once more. By the time they reached the Hyuuga compound, the skewer in Hinata's hand had been scraped clean and deposited in a convenient waste bin along the way. Turning to say goodbye to Sasuke, Hinata found two dumplings, yellow and red, presented before her.

Reflexively, she took thedangostick and then looked up at Sasuke. "Thank you?"

Sasuke huffed. "Don't thank me for something you paid for.

"For walking me home then."

A sigh. "Don't thank me for something I offered to do either."

"Sasuke-san doesn't seem to like being thanked," Hinata observed, amusement playing at the corner of her lips.

Sasuke's lips pursed, almost like his face wasn't sure what emotion to settle on. Instead, he shook his head. "See you, Hinata-san."

He flickered away before Hinata could return the farewell.

Hinata eyed thedangoin her hand for a moment. Ultimately deciding not to let it go to waste, she took a bite.

Notes:

Jumping onto the Sasuke and Hinata training together bandwagon as well. Writing action sequences is hard - I don't know why I'm doing this to myself with last chapter and this one, but I guess it's unavoidable in the Naruto world.

Fun fact: the grades Sasuke and Hinata are talking about are their real ones from the report cards in the first fanbook. Hinata's right to believe that Sasuke did poorly in cooperation, but he didn't do too badly in class attitude surprisingly enough.

Chapter 6: Rock skipper (cross the rivers of my mind)

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter fornotes.)

Chapter Text

Sitting on the grassy terrain of the training ground, Hinata stretched out her hamstrings, fingers tenderly massaging the backs of her thighs. She had just finished a shift volunteering at theKonohacommunity center and the two hours spent on her feet, organizing supplies and handing out food and other necessities to villagers, had brought a certain amount of stiffness to her limbs.

She meditated for an hour, focusing inwards and seeing a heavy, iron door in her mind's eyes. The thick metal vibrated with a steady thrum ofchakra, the deep indigo glow of it leaking out around the sides of the door. Hinata held her hand up to it, falling just short of touching the iron door.

On the moon, Hamura had shared hischakrawith her. It had been overwhelming. It was only with Naruto's help that Hinata had been able to control it long enough to destroy thetenseigan. Upon returning toKonoha, Hinata had noticed how the new influx ofchakrahad made it impossible to use her techniques normally. So she'd locked it away deep inside her, keeping only as much as she was used to.

The metal door pulsated violently and Hinata gasped, eyes flying open.

She'd thought about asking Naruto for help to properly harness Hamura's gift, but hadn't had the chance. Naruto's plate was already so full, Hinata was loathe to add to it. Maybe when things calmed down. For now, meditating was the only thing that helped keep the majority of Hamura'schakraunder lock and key.

Realizing that the meditation portion of her training was over, Hinata considered what to do next.

It was two days into Naruto's mission and Hinata found herself without a partner for her daily training session as her usual go-tos, Kiba, Shino and Neji, were unavailable. Solo training wasn't necessarily uncommon for her, but it had been getting less so for one particular reason.

She sensed a brief flare of powerfulchakra, a greeting of sorts.

"Sasuke-san, good morning."

"Hinata-san," Sasuke returned with a nod. He started to wordlessly take off his cloak in preparation for a spar.

Staying seated, Hinata stared at her own hands as she clasped them together to keep from fidgeting. She had been mulling over Naruto's offhanded remark from lunch two days prior and seeing Sasuke here brought it back to the forefront of her thoughts.

"Sasuke-san…" she said unsurely, "You don't have to…that is, I don't mean to…"

Sasuke paused, hand still on the clasp of his cloak. He gave her his undivided attention and it only served to make her more anxious.

"I…I don't…" Hinata clenched her hands into fists, nails digging into the skin of her palms.

There was a slight shift in the air. When Hinata forced her eyes up, she found Sasuke crouched in front of her.

"Hinata, what is it?" There was a sense of urgency to his voice.

Hinata bit her lip, feeling a frustrated flush creep up her face at her inability to voice her thoughts. Taking a deep breath, she made herself uncurl her hands and press them flat on the tops of her thighs.

"Naruto-kun mentioned you weren't able to train with him as often," she said slowly. Hinata took comfort in stating a fact rather than an opinion, a method she'd learned from Shino. "I'm not as skilled as you or Naruto-kun. I…worry that Sasuke-san is taking time out of his day to spar with me when…perhaps that time could be better spent on something beneficial to Sasuke-san." She did her best to keep her voice even and her gaze trained on Sasuke's face.

Sasuke looked dumbfounded for a moment and then scowled. Hinata flinched back at the harsh expression.

"I'm not in the habit of doing things I don't want to when I can help it. And I don't like repeating myself, so I don't want to hear something like this from you again," he said sternly. "If you don't want to be around me, then just say so."

"That's not it at all!" Hinata protested, eyes wide and earnest. Training with Sasuke was exhilarating. He was so strong and quick and kept her on her toes.

Seeing her stricken face, Sasuke softened. "Then that's settled." He got to his feet quirked a brow at her, his hand on his hip. "Come on," he said, so Hinata went.

Sasuke set a swift pace, Hinata scurrying behind trying to keep up with him. She quickly recognized the area and wondered if they would be paying another visit to the Uchiha district. The idea filled her with curiosity rather than alarm. Her time at the old Uchiha home so far had been more thought-provoking than scary, always unlocking some buried memories.

Hinata almost missed a step when Sasuke led them away from the entryway, looping around the side instead. Her lips parted in awe as a dock came into view, clear blue water sparkling in the sun.

Even as Hinata paused to take in the sight, Sasuke strode down the dock with familiarity. He shed his cloak and turned to face her impatiently.

"Sorry," she mumbled, hurrying to join him. She couldn't help but pass an inquisitive gaze around their surroundings.

"It belonged to my family," Sasuke said, answering a question she hadn't asked aloud. "I used to train here every day when I was young. Best place to learn fire-basedjutsus."

Hinata tilted her head. "Did you want to train withninjutsu?" she asked.

Sasuke gave her a dour look. "I realize I was a still ageninup until a few days ago, but I haven't set anything on fire by accident much longer than that. No, we're still sticking to justtaijutsu,but I think it's time we upgraded." He gestured towards the water.

When it clicked, she gaped at him. "You want to spar on the water? In this weather?"

"Better motivation to keep dry," Sasuke said with a devilish smirk. He looked so playful that Hinata couldn't help but stare, mystified.

Channelingchakrato her feet, Hinata reluctantly made her way onto the water after Sasuke. It was colder on the water, with few trees to shelter them from the wind, but once they started sparring, Hinata quickly warmed up.

Suimen Hokō no Gyōwas second nature to Hinata at this point, but keeping up with Sasuke while also maintaining a flow ofchakrathat matched the ebb and flow of the water beneath them was certainly a challenge.

Sasuke appeared unaffected, fighting as seamlessly as he did on solid ground.

She had noticed that Sasuke was holding back less and less when they sparred. Speed increasing, moving so quickly that Hinata had to react out of instinct more than anything else. And with every close call, Hinata felt that powerfulchakrainstinctually rise up, hammering at the iron door inside her.

Soon enough Hinata found herself out of breath and on the defensive, too occupied ducking and dodging to attack. It was after another swipe at her feet had her leaping back that Hinata landed unstably, water rippling around her feet.

Thechakrarattled loudly at the door, indigo glow nearly blinding. Hinata fought it back and she felt the corresponding interruption in her normalchakraflow.

Wavering, her eyes widened in surprise as she plunged under the water.

Bursting back through the water's surface within a few short seconds, Hinata gasped more out of surprise than for air. Shivers wracked through her body and wet hair covered her face. Sweeping the midnight blue locks away from her eyes, Hinata was met with the sight of Sasuke smirking in amusement and had to suppress the urge to splash him.

Closing her eyes to concentrate, Hinata was able to drag herself up from the water and regain some semblance of balance on the surface even as she trembled from the cold air hitting her wet skin. Water from her drenched hair dripped uncomfortably down the back of her neck and under her shirt. She pulled her hair back with both hands and squeezed, trying to draw out as much water as she could.

"We'll stop here," Sasuke said.

Still wringing out her hair, Hinata shot him a petulant frown. Before she could respond, hisrinneganflashed and the space in front of him began to distort, turning a deep purple before opening into a circle. Hinata drew in a sharp breath.

Sasuke stared at her expectantly, but she could only return a bewildered look.

Rolling his eyes, Sasuke reached out and grabbed hold of her arm. Hinata could feel the imprint of his firm grip even through the long sleeve of her shirt. He tugged her through the portal, not as forcefully as she would have expected. She blinked in surprise as they stepped into a small apartment. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw the portal close behind them, taking the view of the docks with it.

Sasuke left her no time to examine the new location, pulling her behind him. He stopped at a door, finally letting go to step into what appeared to be a bathroom. He came back carrying a towel that he proceeded to drop unceremoniously on her head before leaving her again.

"Dry yourself off."

As she began to towel dry her hair, Sasuke returned with a bundle of clothing. She met his eyes bashfully from under the towel. Bowing in thanks, she took the clothes from him and darted into the bathroom.

She allowed herself a brief moment of embarrassment when she caught her sodden appearance in the mirror. Her eyes landed on a lone toothbrush in a cup by the sink, the same medicinal shade of green sold in twelve-packs in any general store.

Turning her back on her reflection, Hinata peeled off her soaked standard issuechuninuniform. She eyed the shower occupying half the bathroom, but as tempting as a hot shower would be, the thought of bathing in Sasuke's vicinity made Hinata feel faint. Instead, she ran the towel across her exposed skin efficiently and then changed into the clothing Sasuke had given her. They were much too large of course. Hinata had to cuff the pant legs and cinch the drawstrings as tightly as she could around her waist. The long sleeves of the black shirt also had to be rolled up several times, but was thankfully high-necked enough that it didn't slip around her narrow shoulders.

Conscious of the wet strands of hair still sticking to her cheeks and starting to dampen Sasuke's dry shirt, Hinata braided it as best she could, using a hair tie stored in her pouch. She toed off her sandals and held them by their straps.

Carrying her sandals and clothes in an unpleasant wet clump of fabric, Hinata exited the bathroom with nervous steps. Based on the toothbrush and other personal items on the bathroom counter as well as the spare clothes, this was Sasuke's apartment. She felt as nervous as she had going into the Uchiha district, like she was intruding on his personal space.

Sasuke had no patience for her slow pace. He snatched her wet clothes from her arms, disappearing around the corner. Hinata was still standing frozen when he returned, the unmistakable sound of a dryer droning behind him.

Hinata might have stayed in the hallway all day if he hadn't proceeded to drop a pair of familiar lilac slippers at her feet and cock an irritated brow at her. Once she'd hastily stuffed her feet into the slippers, Hinata turned the corner to find Sasuke sitting in a small kitchen at a tiny table with only two chairs. Hinata followed suit, trying to avoid knocking into him in the small space.

Between them, on the limited space of the tabletop, sat a very recognizable, very ornate tea set. Hinata stared at it incredulously.

Either Sasuke owned two identical tea sets or he just carried it around wherever he went.

Drawing her eyes up from the teapot to the boy across from her, Hinata found Sasuke staring back at her coolly. She averted her gaze.

He sighed. "Your clothes will take a while to dry. I suppose I should offer you tea," he said in an almost put-upon voice.

Hinata turned back, meeting his eyes once more. "Oh! You don't have to Sasuke-san!" she said, waving her hands in a dismissive gesture.

He gave her a droll look before lifting himself to his feet and taking the teapot with him.

The kitchen counter was so close that Sasuke nearly brushed Hinata's shoulders with every movement. Hinata's curious eyes locked on his missing left arm. It was often hidden under his cloak and when they trained she was too busy trying to escape a foot in the face to take much notice. Sasuke had shed his cloak sometime while she was changing and paired with the plain grey slippers on his feet this was the most casual Hinata had seen him.

Realizing how rude she was being, Hinata forcefully turned away and stared into the joined living room instead.

The entire apartment was minimalistic, both in terms of space and decoration. It was quite impersonal save for the few extraneous items Hinata could spy. Some scrolls and a downturned photo frame on a mounted shelf, a book on a table by the couch. Hinata fixated on the book, recognizing the leather cover of the photo album she had given him.

The muted clatter of a porcelain teapot being set down brought Hinata's attention back to the kitchen. Sasuke placed a saucer with a singledaifukuin front of her and Hinata's gasped a quiet "oh" eyes widening in delight.

She waited for Sasuke to sit down as well, an identical serving ofdaifukuin front of him, before hopping to her feet. "Please let me," she insisted, reaching for the teapot. Hinata gracefully poured tea first into Sasuke's cup and then her own, mindful of his gaze trained on her. At this point, she'd started to grow used to his habit of staring.

Sitting back down, Hinata inhaled the scent of the loose leafed green tea she'd given him. She had included it in addition to a canister ofmatchaas she thought it might be easier for Sasuke to prepare.

Abiding by tradition, Hinata ate thewagashifirst, closing her eyes in bliss at the taste of sweet red bean paste. Sasuke was still looking at her when she opened her eyes, his cup lifted to his lips and hisdaifukusitting untouched.

"It's good," she told him. This seemed to satisfy him and he nodded before drinking more deeply from his cup.

Hinata took her own cup in hand, thumb brushing delicately against the beautiful design. She thought of her own set at Naruto's apartment. She had worried about it staining after she'd left it sitting that day, but when she'd returned the tea set had been washed and placed on the drying rack. It had been hard to imagine a distracted Naruto remembering to clean up, but there had been no alternative at the time. Now, having seen Sasuke's comfort in his kitchen, Hinata rethought her conclusion.

Hinata savoured the warmth of the tea. It was steeped a little longer that she would normally prefer, but was delicious nonetheless. She set her empty cup down, the right sleeve of her borrowed shirt unravelling as she did. After folding it up a little tighter, Hinata looked up to catch Sasuke's dark eye sliding from her wrist up to her face.

Remembering herself, Hinata bowed as much as she could while seated. "Thank you for the clothes, Sasuke-san. And for the towel and bringing me here and for the tea and–" she stopped herself, blushing slightly. "Well, for everything," she finished.

Sasuke leaned forward, head cradled in the palm of his hand. "You know, when you thank me for every little thing it makes it seem like you expected me to just leave you in the river. It's kind of insulting when your expectations of me are that low," he said archly. When she started to splutter he huffed out a laugh. "You're welcome, Hinata-san," he said, drawing out the honorific in his usual taunting manner.

Hinata felt herself pout at the teasing, but, as she examined him, her frown slipped into concern. Usually even after an hour or two of sparring Sasuke was unruffled, but today there was a subtle slump to his shoulders that spoke of fatigue.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

Sasuke blinked in surprise before waving her off. "I'm fine. Tearing holes in space and time is tiring," he said straight-faced. When Hinata's worried expression didn't clear, he smirked softly. "I can travel much further distances multiple times a day. Going from the docks to here is nothing."

Hinata nodded, mollified. "You're very strong."

Sasuke straightened and looked to the side. "Here," he said, sliding over his plate ofdaifuku.

"He doesn't really like sweet things."

Hinata lifted her hand to her lips absently, recalling Sakura's words.

An older boy with an out of focus face, bigger and taller than her, but with gentle hands that pet her head and held outwagashi. A boy her age at his side, watching her as she popped the treat into her mouth with a delighted smile.

She looked at Sasuke and he met her eyes expectantly. Slowly, Hinata ate the seconddaifukuunder Sasuke's watchful gaze.

When she was finished, he sat back. "You don't remember much from then, do you?" he repeated, voice hushed.

Taking in the table between them and recognizing the attempted resemblance to a tea ceremony, Hinata hugged her knees to her chest. "No," she whispered, "But maybe more than I realize."

Perching her chin on her knees, Hinata looked up at Sasuke with wondering eyes.

"Will you tell me?" she asked.

Sasuke was silent for a long moment, intent gaze sweeping over her. Then, he leaned forward and began to speak.

"I remember my mother being excited for days before we would visit …"

Notes:

Fix-it #4 is not ignoring the Hamura chakra thing.

Chapter 7: Bottling sun in an hourglass

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter fornotes.)

Chapter Text

Hinata used her chopsticks to pick at theokonomiyakiin front of her. Her mind was still replaying the images conjured up by Sasuke's words.

Two pairs of stern fathers and kind mothers sharing food and drink surrounded by other important clan members. An excitable young Sasuke exploring the gardens, a considerate Itachi balancing entertaining his little brother and impressing his sister clan.

Sasuke had also been able to offer up small recollections of Hinata's family, told through his perspective. Hinata being doted over by both matriarchs, her mother happy to cradle her daughter in her arms. Rare occasions when Hinata would leave her mother's embrace to admire the flowers, sitting beside a tranquil Itachi and a tired-out Sasuke.

Little anecdotes that breathed life into half-remembered fragments she'd buried in her mind after her mother's death.

They'd met nearly every day to train and then have tea together and each time Sasuke would share a new story with her.

It was fascinating to listen to Sasuke speak, especially as she began to recall the scenes as well. Hinata wondered if the details Sasuke chose to focus on, the things that he paid attention to, presented any insight into the inner workings of his mind.

He couldn't recount most of the food or desserts served, but described the taste of the tea. Stories with Itachi called for more words than those without. Sasuke recalled the exact number of fish in the Hyuugakoipond, all the colours of Hinata's variedkimonosand every excruciating minute of stillness required when posing for the annual photograph. He lingered on the kind smile of his mother and the prideful stance of his father.

"Oi, Hinata-chan! Your food's getting cold while you daydream about Naruto," Kiba teased.

Hinata jumped, stabbing her chopsticks straight through the savory pancake.

"Ah, sorry Kiba-kun, Shino-kun!" Hinata said. "What were you saying about your academy lecture?"

The rest of the dinner passed pleasantly. Hinata concentrated on her friends and her food, discussing Shino's continued plans to guest lecture at the academy, Kiba's training with the youngninkenand the mission Hinata had picked up earlier that day. An hour later Hinata was paying for their meal, smiling at Shino in thanks when he held thenorenopen for her.

"I would offer to walk you home, Hinata-chan, but it appears that won't be necessary," Shino said, nodding goodbye to both of them and leaving.

"Sheesh, Shino can be so abrupt sometimes," Kiba said.

Hinata started to respond, but found herself nearly knocked over. Strong arms pulled her in and she relaxed. "Naruto-kun!"

"Naruto, welcome back. I'll leave you guys to it," Kiba said with an easy grin, sauntering off.

"See ya, Kiba!" Naruto called, voice loud beside Hinata's ear.

Shuffling around to face him, Hinata beamed. "Welcome home," she greeted.

Naruto released her from his grip, hands going up to squeeze her shoulders instead. "I'm back."

"Have you eaten? I can make you something if you'd like?"

"I stopped by atIchiraku's earlier with Konohamaru," Naruto said. He maneuvered her under his arm and began to lead them down the street. The sun had set some time ago and the streetlights lit their way. "But I'd like it if you came back with me."

"Of course!"

Naruto began to tell her about his mission. Hinata listened contentedly, soaking in his bright presence after a week without him. This continued all the way to Naruto's apartment up until they were crawling under the covers of his bed.

Naruto wasted no time in hugging her close. "I missed you, Hinata-chan," he crooned.

Hinata blushed. "I missed you too."

As Naruto's breathing started to even out, Hinata gathered up her courage. "Naruto-kun," she said, speaking more into his chest than anything.

Naruto grunted, half asleep.

"Um…I have a mission the day after tomorrow and…I was hoping that maybe we could have dinner before I leave? Just the two of us?"

Naruto brushed a sleepy kiss against her temple. "Sure thing, Hinata-chan."

Hinata smiled, snuggling further into Naruto's chest.

Hinata slept in the next day, waking up to an empty apartment. After locking up, she went home to freshen up. Hinata then spent the morning training with Kiba and Shino and had tea with Kurenai in the afternoon.

Bidding goodbye to her former teacher, Hinata hurried back home. She showered and dressed up, picking out a navy blue pleated skirt that ended above the knee, knitted stockings and a light blue patterned blouse. She applied some makeup a little clumsily, erring on the light side for fear of overdoing it with her inexperienced hands.

Hinata gave herself a final glance in the mirror and headed for the compound gates with an excited skip in her step. She was almost there when she heard her name being called.

"Hinata-sama."

Hinata froze in her tracks. She gulped, running her fingers down the pleats of her skirt. Pasting on a thin smile, Hinata turned.

Three of the most esteemed members of the Hyuuga council stood before her. Hyuuga Hayate, Hyuuga Shigeru and Hyuuga Wataru.

A benign smile crossed Hayate's ancient, wrinkled face. "My, don't you look lovely, Hinata-sama. It's no wonder the village hero is so taken with you."

They were kind words on the surface, but Hinata knew them to be a reminder. She had begun attending council meetings at her father's behest, providing updates on the Hyuuga compound reconstruction. Though she sat silently by her father's side for the most part, she knew even her silent presence was unwelcome.

By bringing up Naruto, Hayate was reminding her that her attendance was temporary. That they were counting down the days until she left.

After all, she could be the clan head or theHokage's wife, but not both. And they had always made their preference clear.

Hinata's strongest memory of the Hyuuga council was from the age of five. Sittingseizain front of the council members' judgmental eyes while her tutors went down a line, describing her progress. The last to go was her father, dictating her lack of physical prowess in cold, clinical terms. The final evaluation being that she was found wanting, not worth any further effort and so to be foisted upon the academy teachers.

Hinata felt it again, the unvoiced disapproval from the three men. So she thought of her plans, of the blondshinobiwaiting for her, and turned her feeble smile into something more real. She refused to let them ruin her day. Straightening her spine and tilting her chin up, Hinata said, "That's very kind of you to say, Hayate-san. It's not very often thatkunoichiget the opportunity to trade in our gear for casual clothes. Of course, so much has changed since the war."

"You are correct, Hinata-sama. Much has changed. Still, we must hold onto our roots."

With a stiff nod, the three men continued on their way. Hinata stood watching and it was only once they were out of sight that she let herself relax. Playing with the pleats of her skirt once more, Hinata forcefully pushed the encounter out of her mind.

Stopping by the market, Hinata bought fresh groceries and took them to Naruto's apartment. The blondninjawasn't home so Hinata let herself in.

Naruto had given Hinata a spare key after her third or fourth time staying over, left on the kitchen table with a note explaining he'd had to leave early and telling her to keep it.

Hinata got to work. Putting on an apron and pinning back her bangs, she chopped and grated and sautéed. Shortly, the aromatic scent of curry filed Naruto's small apartment. She prepared some spinachohitashi,eggplantdengakuandhiyayakko, storing the latter in the fridge to keep it cool. For dessert she madezenzai, appropriate for the cool weather and a personal favourite of hers.

It took a few hours and by the time she finished the setting sun told her it was early evening. After cleaning the kitchen and plating the food, Hinata wiped the sweat from her forehead and took off her apron.

She tidied herself in the bathroom and then nervously fluttered around the kitchen making sure the table was perfectly set. Finally, she forced herself to sit down and clasped her hands together on her lap.

Then she waited.

Sasuke eyed the meager contents of his fridge with tired eyes. A presence by his window had him closing the refrigerator door.

"Hey, Brat Number Three," Pakkun said in his gravelly voice.

Sasuke turned an unamused face to theninken. "What?"

"Kakashi needs you atShushu-ya," the little pug said.

Sasuke seriously considered ignoring theHokage, but he wouldn't put it past Kakashi to assign him terrible missions to get back at him.

"Alright."

Opening a portal in the busy streets was a non-starter. Sasukeshunshinedacross the rooftops ofKonoha, his preferred method of travel for its efficiency and conspicuousness. He'd spent most of the day training by himself, practicing one-handed summoning, but he still had plenty ofchakrato spare.

It was a short trip toShushu-yaand the moment he opened the door, Sasuke wanted to turn back around and leave.

TheGodaime's loud cackling rang through his ears, the empty bottles ofsakeshaking around her from the force of her palm hitting the tabletop. Shizune was passed out beside her, a little pig held between her arms. The currentRokudaimewas seated across from Tsunade, cup ofsakein hand and his protégé was slumped beside him, alcohol dripping down his chin as he spluttered a laugh into his own cup.

Before he made up his mind on escaping, Kakashi caught sight of him.

"Sasuke-kun!" Kakashi called, waving him over with an exaggerated movement.

Every eye in the place turned to him and Sasuke felt his skin crawl.

Walking over, Sasuke eyed the mess of empty bottles distastefully. "What do you want?" he asked curtly.

"Always so grumpy, Sasuke-kun," Kakashi said, no doubt pouting behind his mask. He tilted his head at Naruto. "This one may be in training to beHokage, but he can't yet hold his liquor like one. He'll need an escort home."

Sasuke glared. "I'm not his keeper. Why can't you do it?"

"Can't. We have secretkagestuff to discuss," Kakashi said.

Tsunade hiccupped. "Yesh," she slurred, "Top shecret.Kagesonly."

Sasuke's eyebrow twitched in irritation. "You owe me a really good S-rank for this." He yanked Naruto up by the back of his collar. "C'mon idiot."

Fortunately Naruto's apartment wasn't too far away and so even though it was slow-going, dragging a plastered Naruto, the two teenagers arrived within twenty minutes. Naruto was clearly queasy, but Sasuke felt little pity. He had been merciful enough not to put Naruto throughshunshin, though that was more from fear of dealing with vomit.

Sasuke was annoyed enough to be ready to kick Naruto's door down, but, from the light seeping out under the door, the apartment was occupied.

Sasuke shoved Naruto through the door and then came to an abrupt stop, letting his friend fall into a pile on the floor.

"Naruto-kun! Sasuke-san!"

Hinata was quick to rush to Naruto's aid. Meanwhile, Sasuke took stock of the dishes artfully arranged on the kitchen table, looking delicious but long cold.

"Hinata-chan! You'll never guess what! I was leaving early today because…because…something, then Tsunade-obaa-chan showed up! She invited me and Kakashi-sensei for a drink and it was soo fun! She had so many stories from her trip!"

Sasuke turned his attention to Hinata and Naruto. The midnight blue hairedkunoichihad one of Naruto's arms slung around her shoulder and was leading him to his bedroom. Sasuke could still hear Naruto's loud voice even as they disappeared further into the apartment.

"So we had a drink and then another and then we ate and drank more and…and…now I'm really sleepy. But I can't sleep! I have something….something to do. Can't remember, but can't sleep."

"It's okay, Naruto-kun, you can sleep."

Hinata returned alone, a despondent look on her face. Her lavender eyes swept across the meal laid out on the table. When she turned to him Sasuke could see her forcing away the disappointment.

"Thank you for bringing him home, Sasuke-san."

Sasuke shrugged. "Guess I should have dragged him out sooner," he said pointedly.

Hinata looked embarrassed. "It's nothing —"

"Doesn't look like nothing."

Hinata squirmed a little. Sasuke wondered if it would be better to leave her alone, but for whatever reason he was reluctant to do so.

"Would you like to take some food home? It doesn't look like it'll be eaten today and it would be a shame for it to go waste." Hinata's gaze was back on the food while Sasuke's own stayed on her.

"You're not going to eat it?"

Hinata pursed her lips and shook her head. "No…I'm not really hungry." As soon as she said it, her stomach growled.

Sasuke watched in amusement as a mortified blush took over her face.

She looked different. More feminine clothing, lips glossy and some kind of makeup on her eyes that made them stand out even more if that was possible. Her eyes looked a little watery around the edges.

He said it without thinking. "Let's get dinner."

Hinata looked up at him, mouth open in surprise.

This time Sasuke was the one averting his eyes. "You're hungry, obviously. And you don't want to eat anything here," he explained, "Besides, I haven't eaten yet either."

Sasuke could practically see Hinata biting back a comment about taking up his time.

She offered him a small smile. "That sounds nice. Let me just put all of this away."

Sasuke scoffed. "You should just leave it here for the idiot to clean up."

"That would be too mean. The food shouldn't spoil."

"Want me to use aKatonno Jutsu?" Sasuke offered with a smirk.

Hinata let out a breathy giggle, dismissing his suggestion with a small shake of her head.

Despite his words, Sasuke helped Hinata pack the food away and waited by the door while she filled a glass of water and brought it to Naruto's bedroom.

They left the apartment building and walked in a comfortable silence. The streets were still busy, aglow with the warm lights of open restaurants and bars. Sasuke deftly steered them away fromIchiraku, Shushu-yaand the more popular areas. He led them to a smallshabu-shaburestaurant, quickly procuring them a table off to the side.

After watching Hinata try to flag down a server in vain for a minute, Sasuke summoned one with a well-aimed glare. The server hovered nervously between them and Sasuke levelled an expectant look at Hinata.

It took a moment before Hinata's eyes lit up with realization, a pale pink flush settling on her cheekbones. "Oh!Dashibroth please, with a serving of beef and vegetables," she said with a polite smile aimed at the server. "Also some water, please."

"Make it two," Sasuke said shortly.

While the server retreated to the kitchen, Sasuke watched as Hinata looked around the restaurant.

"I've never been here before," she said. "Shabu-shabutastes best in this kind of weather, I think."

Sasuke hummed noncommittally.

Hinata seemed to glow in the warm lighting, but Sasuke could still see the slight redness at the corners of her eyes.

"I guess Sasuke-san likes this type of food?" Hinata asked.

Sasuke shrugged. "I'm not picky," he replied plainly.

The corners of Hinata's lips drooped, disappointment flitting across her face before she ducked her head.

Sasuke hesitated before elaborating, "I likeonigiri."

Lavender eyes peaked up at him from beneath her bangs.

"And tomatoes."

"...Sasuke-san really isn't picky then," Hinata teased shyly.

Sasuke huffed a laugh. "And what about you, Hinata-san?" he asked, stressing the honorific playfully.

"I likezenzaiand cinnamon rolls," Hinata said. "And I dislike crab and shrimp," she added with a cute frown.

"So basically you just like desserts."

"Ah, and you don't." Hinata tapped her finger against her bottom lip. "So Sasuke-san is picky about some things after all," she declared.

The server appeared before Sasuke could respond, placing anabefilled with broth on the tabletop and lighting the built-in stove. He set down utensils, left and returned with a tray of dishes filled with thinly sliced beef, assorted vegetables and dipping sauces that he also set down. Finally he came back with two glasses of water and two bowls of rice before bowing and taking his leave.

Hinata murmured her thanks, taking in the food with pleased eyes.

It didn't take long for the broth to start boiling. Sasuke cooked a slice of well-marbled beef in the broth and then transferred it over to Hinata's plate. Ignoring her stare, he continued to methodically submerge the beef and vegetables one by one in thenabeuntil they each had a decent pile of food on their plates.

Setting down the communal chopsticks, Sasuke was unsurprised to find Hinata hadn't touched her plate. He gave her a flat look and she seemed flustered for a moment before picking up her own chopsticks to dip a slice of cooked beef into thegomasauce. She then placed it in her mouth, eyes shutting as she chewed.

"It's good!" she exclaimed softly, pearl eyes smiling at him. Sasuke felt the corners of his lips tug in response.

They ate quietly, working their way through the various dishes. Sasuke did most of the cooking, making sure to skim theakutoriregularly.

Hinata was thoroughly preoccupied with the food and while she was distracted Sasuke stared freely at each expression that crossed her face.

The contrast in her behaviour captivated Sasuke. The Hyuuga regality bred into her and the humility with which she approached others. The grace of her movements when training compared to her fidgety gestures at any other time. The way she could look at you with a sort of timid determination. She was a quiet and contained person by nature yet somehow broadcasted her feelings so loudly.

She was certainly interesting to be around.

It was fascinating, too, to discern Hinata's mannerisms from childhood in her older self, either heightened or diminished through the passage of time. She no longer poked her fingers together, but would occupy her hands with her sleeves or some other fabric. She still ducked her head to hide behind her bangs but now forced herself to make eye contact more often. She seemed as weighed down by the war as anyone in their class, but she stood straighter and her smiles came easier than when she was twelve.

Being around her felt…easy.

Hinata held no specific expectations of him. She had been wary of him, he could tell, but no more than she was of anyone. Regardless, she'd been nothing but accommodating since he'd shown up that first morning and she'd offered him tea.

It had been their first time speaking in years.

Though for all Hinata knew, it was their first time speaking at all.

It was a bitter thought.

Right at that moment, Hinata looked up at him as if sensing something was amiss. The openness in her gaze was enough to chase the bitterness away.

Hinata reminded him of the softness and innocence of childhood, of all things good and pure. Sasuke hadn't appreciated it when he was young and angry at the world. Now, aged eighteen, Sasuke was still young, but felt like he had lived through two lifetimes. He felt drawn in by the same qualities he'd tried to dismiss in pursuit of revenge.

Wandering the world had cooled his anger and lessened some of his guilt, but he'd come away still empty and aimless. Being back inKonoha, revisiting familiar places and going on missions with former classmates felt like putting on a shirt he'd long outgrown.

The only time Sasuke felt truly at peace was when he was training or drinking tea.

He thought about his incomplete mission again.

"Hinata…"

The girl paused, a piece ofhakusaiheld up to her mouth. She blushed and set it back down on her plate. "Yes?"

Sasuke almost couldn't bring himself to say it. It was only Hinata's curious face, devoid of any judgement, that had him finishing his question. "What's your…dream?"

Hinata blinked owlishly. "My dream?"

Sasuke didn't deign to repeat himself.

Hinata squirmed a little, playing with the sleeves of her pale blue blouse. "Well…" she started, a thoughtful look on her face. "I suppose I have a few. As a Hyuuga, I want to change the ways of my clan. As a sister, I want to see Hanabi and Neji-nii-san live fulfilling lives. As aninja, I want to continue to protect my home. And…" she paused here, a blush filling her cheeks. "As a woman, I would like to have a family with…someone I love." The last confession was a whisper.

Neither of them said anything for a moment. The space between them was filled with the sound of the bubbling of the broth and the distant conversations of the other patrons.

"But, at the core of it, it's all the same dream," Hinata said, looking down at her hands, "I want the people I care about to be happy and safe. And, perhaps selfishly, I would like to be a reason for their happiness and safety."

She was smiling gently, a distant look in her eyes. When she finally looked back at him, Sasuke's breath caught in his throat.

"Sorry, I guess that was more than you needed to hear," she said with a small laugh.

Sasuke wasn't sure what his face was doing but he forced it into a neutral expression. "I asked," he said mildly.

He shifted his focus back on the meal, realizing that it was nearly done and that Hinata had conscientiously left him the last of the meat. He split the remaining food evenly between them and finished off his own half.

"Did you want dessert?" he asked as the server appeared and began to clear away the empty dishes.

Hinata looked tempted, but ultimately shook her head. "I should get back. I have a mission tomorrow."

Sasuke got to his feet and dropped some money on the table. "I'll walk you home," he said decisively, giving Hinata no room to protest.

Hinata glanced between the money and his face a few times before nodding wordlessly.

When they were back on the street, Sasuke began to walk only to notice Hinata wasn't following. He turned to look at her over his shoulder.

"Um." Hinata hesitated, eyes darting in the opposite direction.

Sasuke frowned. "You should leave that idiot to face the consequences of his actions. Besides, don't you have a mission?"

Hinata bit her lip, still hedging for a moment before nodding.

Throughout their walk, Sasuke's eyes kept catching on her figure, looking out for a shiver or a tremble. The edge of winter was already creeping into the evening wind. She must have been cold, but she hid it well. Using hisrinneganhe could see her distributing herchakraacross her body, likely to keep it warm.

Sasuke nearly laughed. He could imagine any other girl in this situation would have waited for him to offer his cloak or asked for it outright. He'd even been considering it without prompting.

He exercised tact in not commenting, knowing her clothing had been chosen with an entirely different night in mind.

They stopped when they reached the gates to the Hyuuga compound.

"Thank you for walking me home again, Sasuke-san." Hinata bowed.

Sasuke simply nodded. "Your mission, how long is it?" he asked.

Hinata looked surprised but answered unquestioningly. "More than a week, but less than two."

Sasuke's brows furrowed as he looked her up and down. He lingered on her eyes, noticing that any signs of tears had faded. He reached out absentmindedly, the tips of his fingers grazing her bangs. "Don't get hurt."

Hinata blinked up at him with wide eyes and the nodded. "Mm."

Sasuke waited until she disappeared inside the compound before leaving.

Notes:

You know I had to hit the onigiri and tomatoes bit. Is it a Sasuke story without someone bringing up tomatoes? Already brought up cinnamon rolls literally in chapter 1, so it was Sasuke's turn.

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