I tried to capture Hinata's and Sasuke's real personalities just like they are in the Canon, Naruto-verse. Feel free to critique how I wrote their canon personality.
dead is my heart, nervous are my silences
The city, a silver sea, illuminated by neon lights, drowned out by the sounds of traffic, resurrected by night parties, was wide and free.
The metallic, glazed buildings shone like diamonds, reflecting the moonlight.
Still fresh and cold from the shower, the girl, wearing a thin, transparent nightgown, felt the icy wind touch her exposed face, neck and shoulders, as she opened the windows of her living room.
Despite enjoying the cold of the night and loving to watch the locals venturing, deep into the dark, walking the dirty streets, guetos, alleys and restaurants in the downtown area, Hinata was no nocturnal animal. She barely came out of her sanctuary. She liked silence, solitude and tranquility.
She peered attentively into the windows of the other building. Looking at it, she noticed the faded grayish shades of the moldy walls. The building, taller than the one she lived, was spacious, wide and a long. A first-rating building to live in.
The vast, orderly wooden square windows were tiresome and dizzying to stare at for too long.
She noted the yellow palish lights flashing from the ceilings and from the lamps on the walls. The lightings were dim and foggy.
During her lousy espionage, her eyes always ventured, falling upon the same window, which was located right in the middle of the other metallic skyscraper. Her stare, was fixed on that window. In this one, she always saw a figure of a man, who was always behind the curtains.
His body, motionless, as he stood facing her.
Between the two grayish buildings, there was an boulevard beneath: the asphalt street, the city lights, the few mossy trees and bushes, chattering of the locals were the constant scenery.
The girl, in shame, nervous streak and guilt, secretly thought that the man knew he was being spied on, and that he turned towards her on purpose, revealing himself, little by little.
Despite this, the girl did not feel like an intruder and invasive. Actually, she felt nothing, but nervousness. Not even curiosity, she felt. She was apathetic and distant. And, this lack of warm humane qualities in her, haunted her like a clash of lightning on days of thunder.
For many nights, she saw him behind the white and transparent curtains. Even though his face was hidden behind them, his whole body was lit up by the palish, spectral lights of the ceiling lamps, unclouding his whole body: He was lean, thin and tall. He wore, most of the time, although varying in shading, monochromatic dark colors.
Out of the blue, he waved, very slowly, at her direction.
Her cheeks turned crimson in embarrassment.
She, in a hurried streak, closed the huge and long window curtains of her glazed living room, breathing fast, blocking the man from viewing her, any further.
Her heart bounced in the speed of light, her veins, iced, feeling a icy shivers down her spine to the soles of her feet.
Dear lord, what the hell she thought she was doing? She have got to stop poking around, and start to worry with her own personal problems, private matters and whereabouts.
She heard the beep of answering machine that rested on the marble kitchen table, near the sink:
" Hi, girlie!, it is ME, Ino. I am sending you a voice message because, you see, I am back, honey, from goddamn outer space." Her fun loving friend had the most charming and music like voice. " Haaha i am joking!! Listen up,I am back home from my trip to Suna city with wonderful news! Shikamaru is going to be a daddy to a baby boy!! How does that sound? Temari always wanted a boy!! Oh, you had to see Temari, she is glowing. Her velvet skin is perfect!! Pregnancy is doing her good, blossoming her. You should had come with me and Shino. You missed so many adventures and laughs. We went to the beach, drank tequilas till sunrise, we saw the tropical islands,oh Hinata, everything was marvelous...By the way, get your ass over to my house tomorrow night, eh, what do u say? It will be the boy's night out, so, no man will ruin our...well...our plotting and gossiping. I gota go now. Take care...SEE YA,RIGHT, HINATA?"
The voicemail ended.
She smiled. Gosh,time flies, by the end of the month, there will be a chubby baby on Nara couple's manor. Smiling, longing for cuddles and love.
Oh dear lord, Ino married Shino three summers ago. Temari ,well, married Shikamaru, six months ago and they are expecting a baby!
She had to get out of the apartment, before doing something really, really stupid. She felt the tears getting stuck, the sobs, not coming out too.
Without changing, she put on a long, fur grey coat, then, she grabbed her purse on the stool seat and left her apartment, walking further deep into the city night.
Aside from poking and sneaking around, like a dirty thief in other people's lives, specifically, diving her gaze into that man's apartment building, she would, sometimes, at midnight, stroll through the old tiled streets, hearing the lullabies of the dark.
She was a regular at the café at this time of hour. Not unusual on her part, for there was always the tickling of champagne glasses, the unwanted grumpy whispers of the tired barman, rolling his eyes at every client's arrival, the continuous dancing rhythm of the nearby waitress and waiters, rushing in and out from the backdoor kitchen, carrying shining, silver plates.
Hinata's eyes roamed, scanning the room, in a subtle manner. But, in no way in secrecy, she was no pro in dissimulate. However, no word she said and no gesture she made.
Maybe she was extremely shy and timid, and lacked the ability to make conversation with others. It was unknown to her the cause of her extreme, weird, clumsy ways.
A clean, spacious and calm place was the old, dusty coffeehouse. And, she liked it.
Despite everything, serenity reigned in the compartments, but there was no real, authentic silence.
She always saw another habitué there. He was a man who always sat at the same table. He would always arrive after her. He would always be sitting at the very back of the room, away from her. In a dark, lonely corner.
She never got to see his face, as he always sat with his back to her discreet but wandering lilac eyes. However, she saw him through the ornamental arched mirrors, set hanging onto the golden walls.
Despite this, she felt that he was always watching her, clocking her, even without lifting his head, without taking his downcasted eyes off the table. He always kept his gaze down. His position was always straight, his hands were always together, like in a form of a prayer, clutching them together, resting his chin on them.
She always intuited, sensing it was the same man from the other, sad, building. The enigmatic resident from the other skyscraper. Maybe she was mistaken. It could not be the same, because in this city, cold as a tomb, devoid of warmth, human connection and intimacy, was hostile to normality and savage to orthodox, conventional ways.
Some nights, he would write something down in his little journal, or read an old, yellowish pamphlet. Always, near his elbow, he would place a pile of papers, with a pen on top, to hold them. From what she saw, he was a busy man. Either busy with bills, or with reports to write.
An enigma, difficult to decode. However, she lacked the interest, the will and the strength to decode him. She didn't even want to try. Was she afraid of temptations? Or, was she afraid of being ridiculed? Of being silly? That, she did not want to find out.
She just wanted to drink her coffee and leave the restaurant as quickly as possible, and storm home.
She was terrified of people, she was nervous in any conversation and the societal demands of others frightened her. She got scared, ran, hid away, like a ghost cat.
Noticing him again, he always moved the crystal glass, turning it over and over, from left to right. Sometimes, his fingers tapped the thin and delicate crystal, sliding them along the circular edges of the glass. He stayed like that, all night, under the dimly lights of the chandeliers.
While the noise of the waiters and the chatter in the room made her nervous, dazed and anxious, for him, she noticed, it did not bother. The voices of the other regulars did not distract him at all.
He was indifferent to the world and the world, in return, was also indifferent to him.
The indifference of the man, so unmasked and bold, caused concern in her: her bones froze, her belly grew cold, her heart jumped in a nervous rampage.
A very, very strange man indeed was he.