Glass Tears (Rewrite)

by Hinata6

As Hinata grapples with Naruto's neglect, she and Sasuke discover an unexpected connection, forging a deep and comforting friendship. Yet beneath this newfound bond, Hinata quietly harbors a growing affection for Sasuke, a secret that adds an undercurrent of tension to their lives. Slow burn. No cheating.

31. Chapter 31

A/N: I've had this finished for quite some time now and I forgot to upload it. My apologies! Also, I never explained why I deleted chapter 25. This story is also uploaded on aO3 and there were some people that did not like what happened in chapter 25 due to me changing things due to me trying to accommodate to some readers, instead of sticking to what I really wanted to write. So, that's why I deleted chapter 25 and replaced it with the original flow of what I was going to write. ; So I hope that explains everything!

(And thank you for all the people that leave reviews! I read each and every one. So, if you happen to have a question or if there is something that you'd like to see in the story (if it aligns with something that I'm alreadying planning) then please let me know.

This chapter is 41 pages. A long one, lol. Enjoy!

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Hinata sat at the kitchen table, her hands wrapped around a warm cup of tea. The gentle steam rose, momentarily clouding her vision. The quiet of the house was almost overwhelming, each tick of the clock amplifying the emptiness she felt inside. Suddenly, a light tap on the back door pulled her from her thoughts.

She looked up to see Naruto standing outside, his eyes filled with warmth and concern. For a moment, she simply observed him—the way his shoulders were slightly hunched, the subtle worry etched on his face. She had a feeling she knew why he was there. Taking a deep breath, she stood and walked over to open the door.

As she swung the door open, an awkward silence settled between them. Naruto opened his mouth to speak, hesitated, then closed it again. His gaze dropped momentarily before he lifted it once more, determination flickering in his eyes.

"Do you mind if I come in?" he asked softly.

She shook her head, stepping aside to let him enter. "Not at all."

He walked into the kitchen, glancing around as if searching for the right words. "Is there…anything you need? Anything at all?"

"I'm fine," she replied, offering a small smile. She gestured toward the empty wine bottle on the counter. "Sakura came by last night."

He raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement crossing his face. "Oh?"

"The wine helped," she added, attempting to appear more at ease than she felt. Inside, however, flashes of that night kept invading her thoughts. She didn't want Naruto to sense her turmoil; she didn't want to add to his worries.

Naruto studied her intently, the silence stretching between them. Seconds felt like minutes until he let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his head—a familiar gesture from their younger days. "I know I'm not Sakura," he began, his voice wavering slightly. "And maybe it's easier to talk to another woman about… stuff. But I want you to know that I'm here too. Not just as the father of our kids, or your ex-husband, or the Hokage, but as your friend."

He took a shaky breath, his eyes earnest. "I don't want you to feel like you can't come to me. I might not always have the right words, and I know I can be a bit of a mess sometimes, but…I'm here for you."

Hinata felt a lump form in her throat. The sincerity in his voice was palpable, and the heaviness of the moment pressed down on them both.

"Do you understand?" he asked gently.

She nodded, managing a genuine smile. "Yes, Naruto. I understand."

They stood there, the air thick with unspoken words. She could sense that he knew there was more she wasn't sharing, but he didn't push, and she was grateful for that.

Naruto's hand lifted slightly, as if he wanted to reach out to her, but he hesitated and let it drop. Clearing his throat, he said, "I'll make sure the kids come back to my place tonight. But if you'd rather they be here with you, that's okay too." His voice softened. "I just thought, given…everything…"

He trailed off, searching her face.

"It's fine," she replied quickly. "They can come home."

He looked a bit surprised. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," she affirmed, hoping her voice sounded steady.

He nodded slowly, though he didn't seem entirely convinced. "Alright then."

After a brief pause, she ventured, "Do you want me to give you my report on what I found while I was there?"

Naruto sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Eventually, yes. But right now, the mission details can wait. What matters most is that you're okay." He met her gaze, his eyes filled with earnest concern. "What happened isn't something you should just brush aside. It's important that you take the time you need."

She felt her chest tighten, and she looked away. "I'm fine," she repeated softly, though even to her own ears it sounded unconvincing.

He gave her a sad smile. "I'm glad Sakura was here for you. Just…don't push yourself too hard or try to lock everything away. You don't have to go through this alone."

Hinata wished she could end the conversation, the weight of his words pressing on wounds not yet healed. She didn't know how to respond, so she simply nodded, her gaze fixed on a spot on the floor.

Naruto seemed to sense her discomfort. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I didn't mean to overstep."

She shook her head. "No, it's okay."

He offered a small chuckle, attempting to lighten the mood. "Well, I'll check on you later then. And I'll make sure to tire the kids out before bringing them home. They were so rowdy last night, I barely got any sleep."

Despite herself, she smiled at that. The thought of her children's energy filling the house brought a small measure of comfort. "Thank you. That sounds nice."

As he turned to leave, she hesitated before speaking again. "Have you heard anything else from Sasuke or Sai since yesterday?"

Naruto paused, his back still to her. "Sasuke sent a messenger bird this morning," he replied. "But that's about it."

She sensed there was more he wasn't saying, perhaps not wanting to burden her with mission details.

He turned back to face her, a gentle smile on his lips. "I'll tell you more soon. For now, I think it's best if you focus on yourself."

She opened her mouth to protest, but he continued, "Sasuke mentioned in his report how valuable you were. How brave and strong you are." His eyes softened. "And he's right. What happened wasn't your fault."

His words caught her off guard, a mix of emotions swelling within her. Before she could find a response, he gave her a reassuring nod. "I'll see you later, okay? I'll check in again before bringing the kids home, just to make sure."

And with that, he was gone, leaving her standing alone in the quiet kitchen.

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Hinata felt trapped, paralyzed. The man loomed above her, his face twisted into a cruel sneer, the sickening scent of alcohol and stale breath wafting over her. His rough hands gripped her wrists, pinning her down with a force that made her skin crawl. She tried to scream, but her voice caught in her throat, barely a whimper escaping. Desperation clawed at her chest, her mouth open in a silent plea for help.

"Help…" The word wouldn't come out. She couldn't make a sound, couldn't breathe. Her vision blurred as her silent screams filled the darkness, but no one came. The weight pressed down on her, every inch of her feeling frozen, powerless. Her heart raced, her thoughts chaotic and tangled. She was alone, isolated in this soundless nightmare. Every sensation faded until all that remained was silence—complete, terrifying silence.

Suddenly, she jolted awake, gasping, the dim light of her living room coming into focus. She was lying on the couch, her chest heaving as she pressed a hand over her pounding heart. The room felt stifling, her skin still crawling from the nightmare's lingering effects. She took a shaky breath, then another, willing herself to calm down, but the fear hadn't fully left her. The memory of his touch still haunted her, too vivid.

Hinata sat up, brushing her fingers through her hair as she tried to steady herself. She took a long, deep breath, grounding herself back in the present, away from the darkness of her dream. With an exhale, she rose and headed to the kitchen. A cup of tea—that's what she needed.

As she reached for the kettle, a voice called her name softly, breaking her thoughts. She turned, surprised to see Naruto standing by the back door, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. He looked at her with a mixture of warmth and relief that softened the tension still clinging to her.

"Hi," she managed, offering a small smile of her own.

"Hey," he replied, stepping closer. He held up a small white box, wrapped neatly with a ribbon. The way he dangled it by the strings brought a glimmer of nostalgia, and she could already guess what was inside.

"I brought you something," he said, his grin widening, his eyes brightening in that familiar way that brought comfort. He raised the box a bit higher. "A little surprise."

Hinata's face softened, a genuine smile spreading as she took in the sight of the box. "A cinnamon roll?"

Naruto nodded, his grin turning almost boyish. "Thought you might like one," he said, as if he hadn't known for years that cinnamon rolls were her favorite treat.

A quiet laugh escaped her as she accepted the box, feeling her mood lift. "Thank you, Naruto-kun. You didn't have to."

"Wanted to," he replied, his voice softer, as if they'd fallen into an unspoken memory together. They lingered for a moment, their eyes meeting, a comfortable silence between them. It felt like the easiest conversation they'd had in ages.

Hinata opened the box, the warm, sweet scent drifting up and wrapping her in a sense of calm. She broke off a small piece and took a bite, savoring the familiar taste. She looked back at Naruto, who was watching her with that same gentle expression.

"It's perfect," she said, her voice a little shy, the edges of her lips lifting.

"Good." He gave a small nod, his hand rubbing the back of his neck in that endearing, awkward way of his. "I figured, you know…maybe it'd help a little."

She took another bite, letting the warmth of the cinnamon roll settle in, easing the lingering chill from her nightmare. For a moment, they just stood there, the familiarity between them feeling both comforting and bittersweet.

"Thanks, Naruto-kun," she said softly, meeting his eyes. The warmth of the gesture, small as it was, reminded her of why she'd fallen for him all those years ago.

He smiled, a little unsure but sincere. "Anytime, Hinata. You know I'm here."

The air between them was light but held a touch of the past, a reminder of the bond they shared, deeper than friendship yet somehow no longer what it had once been. It was a moment that left her feeling both settled and slightly adrift, a strange blend of familiarity and something new.

As he turned to leave, she watched him go, still holding the box, a small, lingering smile on her lips. The memories, the friendship, the kindness—all of it made her feel, at least for now, a little less alone.

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Later that afternoon…

Hinata felt trapped, paralyzed. The man loomed above her, his face twisted into a cruel sneer, the sickening scent of alcohol and stale breath wafting over her. His rough hands gripped her wrists, pinning her down with a force that made her skin crawl. She tried to scream, but her voice caught in her throat, barely a whimper escaping. Desperation clawed at her chest, her mouth open in a silent plea for help.

"Help…" The word wouldn't come out. She couldn't make a sound, couldn't breathe. Her vision blurred as her silent screams filled the darkness, but no one came. The weight pressed down on her, every inch of her feeling frozen, powerless. Her heart raced, her thoughts chaotic and tangled. She was alone, isolated in this soundless nightmare. Every sensation faded until all that remained was silence—complete, terrifying silence.

Suddenly, she jolted awake, gasping, the dim light of her living room coming into focus. She was lying on the couch, her chest heaving as she pressed a hand over her pounding heart. The room felt stifling, her skin still crawling from the nightmare's lingering effects. She took a shaky breath, then another, willing herself to calm down, but the fear hadn't fully left her. The memory of his touch still haunted her, too vivid.

Hinata sat up, brushing her fingers through her hair as she tried to steady herself. She took a long, deep breath, grounding herself back in the present, away from the darkness of her dream. With an exhale, she rose and headed to the kitchen. A cup of tea—that's what she needed.

As she reached for the kettle, a voice called her name softly, breaking her thoughts. She turned, surprised to see Naruto standing by the back door, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. He looked at her with a mixture of warmth and relief that softened the tension still clinging to her.

"Hi," she managed, offering a small smile of her own.

"Hey," he replied, stepping closer. He held up a small white box, wrapped neatly with a ribbon. The way he dangled it by the strings brought a glimmer of nostalgia, and she could already guess what was inside.

"I brought you something," he said, his grin widening, his eyes brightening in that familiar way that brought comfort. He raised the box a bit higher. "A little surprise."

Hinata's face softened, a genuine smile spreading as she took in the sight of the box. "A cinnamon roll?"

Naruto nodded, his grin turning almost boyish. "Thought you might like one," he said, as if he hadn't known for years that cinnamon rolls were her favorite treat.

A quiet laugh escaped her as she accepted the box, feeling her mood lift. "Thank you, Naruto. You didn't have to."

"Wanted to," he replied, his voice softer, as if they'd fallen into an unspoken memory together. They lingered for a moment, their eyes meeting, a comfortable silence between them. It felt like the easiest conversation they'd had in ages.

Hinata opened the box, the warm, sweet scent drifting up and wrapping her in a sense of calm. She broke off a small piece and took a bite, savoring the familiar taste. She looked back at Naruto, who was watching her with that same gentle expression.

"It's perfect," she said, her voice a little shy, the edges of her lips lifting.

"Good." He gave a small nod, his hand rubbing the back of his neck in that endearing, awkward way of his. "I figured, you know… maybe it'd help a little."

She took another bite, letting the warmth of the cinnamon roll settle in, easing the lingering chill from her nightmare. For a moment, they just stood there, the familiarity between them feeling both comforting and bittersweet.

"Thanks, Naruto-kun," she said softly, meeting his eyes. The warmth of the gesture, small as it was, reminded her of why she'd fallen for him all those years ago.

"Anytime," Naruto said, his voice softer, lingering in the quiet kitchen.

Hinata looked at him, feeling the warmth of his words settle over her. He shifted slightly, as if he had something more to say, but instead, he asked, "Do you still want the kids to come home?"

She paused, considering it. The thought of their energy, their laughter, and the simple chaos they brought with them suddenly felt like the perfect thing to fill the empty spaces of her mind. So she nodded, offering him a small, genuine smile. "Yes, I'd like them home."

Naruto gave her that same hesitant look as before, searching her face, but this time he didn't press. "Alright," he said, the hint of a grin lifting one corner of his mouth. "Enjoy your cinnamon roll," he added with a wink, giving her a playful smile as he turned to leave.

Without thinking, Hinata reached out, her fingers catching the edge of his Hokage robe. Her hand lingered there, gripping the fabric gently. Naruto turned around, his eyes widening slightly in surprise as he looked down at her, their gazes meeting in a moment that felt strangely suspended, as if the world had quieted around them.

She hesitated, her fingers still holding his robe as she looked up into his blue eyes. "Naruto-kun…" Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper. "Thank you. Not just for the cinnamon roll…" She paused, the words catching in her throat, but she found the courage to continue. "For everything else, too."

A gentle smile spread across his face, his expression soft and understanding. "Anything for you, Hinata," he replied, his voice warm and steady, holding more meaning than the words themselves could convey.

As he turned to leave, his robe slipped from her fingers, and she watched him walk away, feeling a quiet sense of gratitude and comfort settle within her. He hadn't tried to fix everything or offer empty reassurances. He'd just been there, exactly when she needed him most. And somehow, that was enough.

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Hinata's home was full of life again, buzzing with her children's voices echoing off the walls. Laughter spilled out from the living room, followed by a loud squeal from Himawari as Boruto teased her about something. The clattering of feet, the bursts of laughter, even the occasional bickering—it all filled every corner of the house, brushing away the silence that had settled there.

She found herself smiling, the sounds grounding her, anchoring her to the present. When she glanced over at Boruto, she noticed him looking at her, a little hesitant. He shifted from foot to foot, his hands shoved deep in his pockets.

"Mom," he started, his voice dropping slightly, and Hinata sensed the change in his tone.

"What is it, Boruto?" she asked, tilting her head, curious.

He looked away, scratching the back of his neck, his cheeks beginning to color. "I, uh…need some advice," he muttered.

"Oh?" She tried to keep her tone light, not wanting to make him any more nervous. "What kind of advice?"

Boruto's face turned even redder, and he mumbled, "Girls."

Hinata's eyes widened a bit in surprise, and she couldn't help but stare at him. Her little Boruto—asking about girls. Boruto noticed her expression and let out a groan, glancing away with a flustered look.

"Mom, don't look at me like that! You're making it worse!" he protested.

Hinata quickly stifled her surprise and smiled warmly. "I'm sorry, I just…wasn't expecting that. What is it you want to know?"

He shifted his weight again, clearly uncomfortable but determined to get through it. "I just…how do you know if…you know, if a girl likes you back?"

Hinata's smile softened as she thought about her answer. "Well," she said gently, "sometimes, you can tell by how they act around you. They might try to spend time with you, or they might show they care in little ways. But mostly, Boruto, it's about feeling comfortable and being yourself around each other. When a girl likes you, she'll see the good in you even when you don't see it yourself."

Boruto nodded thoughtfully, his expression more serious than she'd expected. He was really growing up. For a moment, she just looked at him, marveling at how much he was changing.

"Who is she?" she asked with a small, teasing smile.

Boruto's face turned beet red, and he quickly shook his head. "I'm not telling you that," he muttered, clearly embarrassed.

Hinata laughed softly. "Alright, alright, I can respect that." She leaned forward, her tone turning light and playful. "But…does your father know?"

He shook his head. "Nope. You're the first parent I told."

Hinata's smile grew, and she ruffled his hair. "Well, I feel honored, Boruto. Thank you for trusting me."

Boruto groaned again, blushing as he tried to swat her hand away. "Mooom, don't make it weird," he grumbled, though he couldn't hide the faint smile tugging at his lips.

Just then, Himawari came bounding over, her eyes bright as she tugged on Hinata's sleeve. "Mama, can we bake something later? I saw this recipe for cookies, and I really want to try it!"

Hinata nodded, her heart warming at her daughter's excitement. "Of course, sweetheart. What kind of cookies are we making?"

"Chocolate chip!" Himawari declared proudly. "With lots and lots of chocolate! And maybe some nuts? But not too many. And Boruto's not allowed to eat the dough this time," she added, shooting a pointed look at her brother.

Boruto scoffed, pretending to look hurt. "Hey! That was one time."

Himawari giggled, rolling her eyes. "One time? More like every time."

Hinata chuckled, the playful bickering between her children filling her with a sense of peace she hadn't felt in days. "Alright, alright," she said, holding up her hands. "I'll make sure Boruto stays out of the dough this time."

The three of them shared a laugh, and as they continued talking, she felt herself relax, her worries pushed aside by the warmth of her family.

As the afternoon drifted on, the house filled with the smell of warm chocolate and baking cookies. Hinata found herself in the kitchen with Himawari by her side, both of them focused on mixing the ingredients while Boruto sat nearby, occasionally sneaking pieces of chocolate from the bowl when he thought they weren't looking.

"Boruto!" Himawari caught him red-handed, her hands on her hips as she tried to look stern, though her smile betrayed her. "Mom said you're not supposed to eat the dough this time!"

Boruto raised his hands in defense, a grin spreading across his face. "I wasn't eating the dough, just the chocolate chips!"

Himawari giggled, and Hinata couldn't help but laugh along with them. These small moments, filled with lighthearted teasing and laughter, were exactly what she needed. Every time her mind tried to wander back to darker memories, her children's voices pulled her back, grounding her in the present.

As they waited for the cookies to bake, Boruto nudged her with a questioning look. "Mom…do you think Dad was good with girls when he was my age?"

Hinata laughed, genuinely caught off guard by the question. "Your father? Good with girls?" She shook her head, a teasing smile on her face. "I don't think so, Boruto. Your father was…let's just say, he didn't really know how to talk to girls back then."

Boruto chuckled, clearly amused by the thought. "Guess that's where I get it from, then."

"Oh, I don't know about that," Hinata replied, a soft smile lingering on her face. "You're already braver than he was."

Boruto looked pleased with that, a slight blush coloring his cheeks as he scratched the back of his neck. "Thanks, Mom."

Just then, the oven timer beeped, and Himawari practically jumped in excitement. "Cookies are ready!"

Hinata carefully took the tray out of the oven, setting it on the counter as the warm, sweet scent filled the kitchen. Himawari clapped her hands in delight, and Boruto, unable to resist, reached for one before they'd even had a chance to cool.

"Wait, Boruto, they're hot!" Hinata warned, but it was too late—he pulled his hand back with a yelp, blowing on his fingers.

Himawari burst into laughter, and even Hinata couldn't hold back her amusement. Boruto shot them both with a playful glare, but he was smiling, too.

Once the cookies had cooled, the three of them sat together at the table, munching on the treats they'd made. It felt warm, comforting—a shield from anything and everything outside these walls. They talked and laughed about all sorts of things, and for the first time in what felt like ages, Hinata felt truly at ease.

As Boruto and Himawari chatted excitedly, her gaze softened, taking in her children's happiness. They didn't know everything that had happened, and for now, she was grateful for that. These moments of laughter and love—they reminded her that there was light to cling to, no matter how dark things had seemed.

Himawari leaned into her, resting her head on Hinata's shoulder. "Mama, today was the best day," she murmured, half-asleep from all the excitement.

Hinata wrapped her arm around her daughter, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. "It was a wonderful day, wasn't it?" she whispered back, her heart full.

Boruto, sitting across from them, gave her a sleepy grin. "Yeah, we should do this more often, Mom."

Hinata smiled, her heart swelling with love. "I'd like that too." And in that moment, surrounded by her children's warmth, she felt whole again.

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A week later…

Whenever Hinata was with the children, the brightness they brought into her life kept the shadows at bay. Boruto's quick-witted jokes, Himawari's innocent giggles—it was a balm that made her feel close to normal. But when they were asleep, or when she was left alone with only the quiet ticking of the clock, that darkness slipped back in, creeping along the edges of her mind.

In the silence of her room at night, when she lay with only the faint sounds of the village outside, those memories would return. The nightmares clawed at her mind, leaving her feeling trapped and small, her breaths caught in her throat. She would see his face, feel his rough touch, and hear his twisted laughter echoing in her head. She would wake up, hands clenching the sheets, her heart pounding against her ribcage. The terror, as raw as it had been in that horrible moment, seeped through her, and she felt so…helpless.

During the day, she tried to shake it off, brushing it aside as best she could. She'd busy herself with chores, make elaborate lunches for the kids, and tidy rooms that were already clean—anything to keep her mind occupied. But some thoughts wouldn't leave, no matter how much she tried to push them away. When she paused, even just for a moment, it all came back. She'd try to steady her breathing, reminding herself that it was over, that she was safe. But the thought of ever feeling that helpless again, that weak… it made her feel lost, unanchored.

Hinata began taking longer walks, hoping the fresh air might calm her nerves. She tried sipping tea to soothe herself, even reading until her eyes were sore, anything to distract from the memories that would rise unbidden. But they clung to her like shadows, lurking around every corner, waiting for her to let her guard down.

When she thought of the children and their innocent laughter, she would cling to that comfort, hoping that one day, the nightmares would fade, and she'd feel safe and strong again. But for now, every day felt like a battle. And she wasn't sure how long she could keep pretending she was fine.

Hinata's heart skipped a beat as a quiet, steady knock came at the door. For a moment, she was tempted to ignore it, unsure if she wanted to face anyone just now. But something pulled her forward, and when she opened the door, she froze.

Sasuke stood on the other side, looking more worn out than she had ever seen him. His eyes were shadowed, dark and heavy, as if he hadn't slept in days. The exhaustion etched into his expression was startling, his gaze dull yet focused intently on her the second their eyes met.

"You're…back," she whispered, almost to herself.

He nodded, catching her quiet words. "Just got back a few minutes ago."

They stood in silence for a heartbeat. She wanted to ask him a dozen questions—how it went, if everyone was alright, if he was alright. "How…how did it go?" she finally managed, trying to mask the tremor in her voice.

"Well enough," he said, voice low and steady. "Sai and I brought the boy back. He's in custody now, ready for questioning."

Hinata blinked, surprised, the image of the strange boy she'd encountered flashing through her mind. Before she could ask anything more, Sasuke took a small step forward. He hesitated, his mouth opening slightly before he spoke, his voice just above a whisper.

"Is it…alright if I touch you?"

She was caught off guard. His question seemed hesitant, almost fragile. For a moment, uncertainty gnawed at her, but she nodded, the words catching in her throat.

Sasuke moved closer, stepping past the threshold of her door. His arm lifted, reaching toward her, but his movement slowed, as though he were afraid of breaking something. His fingers stopped short, inches from her cheek. But then, with a quiet breath, he closed the distance, his hand gently touching her skin. The warmth of his touch startled her, and she flinched involuntarily.

He immediately pulled back, his hand dropping as if he'd been burned. A shadow crossed his face, regret woven into the lines of his brow. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice barely above a murmur.

"No, no," she said quickly, shaking her head, feeling her cheeks warm. "It's okay. I…I'm sorry."

The silence stretched between them, and for a moment, she thought he might turn and leave. But instead, he took another small step toward her, and this time, there was no hesitation. His hand came to the back of her head, pulling her forward with a gentleness that made her chest ache. Slowly, he drew her close until her forehead was resting against his shoulder, her body pressed softly to his.

Her breath caught. She could feel his warmth, steady and grounding, seeping through his cloak. His arm wrapped around her waist, his fingers settled in place, holding her as if he were afraid to let go.

Hinata's eyes widened, her body tense at first. But the longer he held her, the more she felt herself relax. She hadn't realized until this very moment how much she needed this. How badly she needed someone to hold her, to keep her anchored. Her arms moved slowly around him, and she gripped him tightly, her face pressing against his chest. Everything she had been holding back surged forward, and the tears she'd hidden so well finally broke free. She cried silently, letting it all fall against him as her fingers gripped his cloak.

"I was so…so afraid," she choked out between breaths, her voice trembling, feeling fragile and raw.

Sasuke's hold tightened slightly, his hand gentle on her head. "I know," he said quietly, his voice a rough murmur, his words somehow both reassuring and filled with regret. "I was too…when I saw what happened. When I saw you there…" He paused, his tone heavy. "I hated that I wasn't there sooner. That I couldn't stop it from happening."

She shook her head, tears falling faster. "It was…my fault," she whispered, her voice cracking. "I wasn't strong enough. I—"

"Stop." His voice was firmer this time, his hold on her growing stronger, grounding. "None of this…none of this was your fault, Hinata."

She felt his words settle over her, but they were almost too much to believe. "But…I should have…"

"You were strong," he interrupted softly. "You fought back. You did everything you could. You…held on." He leaned his head down, his voice softer as he said, "And that's more than anyone could ask of you."

Her heart swelled at his words, each one a balm over the ache she'd felt since that horrible day. She felt a sob break through, her grip on him tightening as she buried her face against his chest, her whole body trembling.

Sasuke didn't let go, didn't pull away. "You don't have to pretend with me. You can cry as long as you need to," he murmured, his voice close, his presence unwavering. "I'm right here."

His words shattered the last bit of composure she was holding onto, and she let it all out, her tears soaking into his cloak as she held onto him. The kindness in his voice, the warmth of his touch, the way he was just…there. It was more than she'd ever thought she needed, and in that moment, she felt herself let go, finally allowing herself to feel everything she'd been pushing down.

As he held her, a part of her began to feel, just a little, like she could breathe again. She didn't have to hide it. She didn't have to be strong.

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Moments later…

They were seated in her living room, a quietness settling between them that felt neither awkward nor heavy. The soft glow from the lamp cast a warm light over the room, and for the first time in days, Hinata felt a semblance of peace creeping in, a fragile thing she didn't want to disturb.

Sasuke sat beside her, close enough that she could feel his presence but still giving her space. He looked exhausted, his face drawn, but his gaze was steady, a silent reassurance that he wasn't going anywhere just yet. She wrapped her hands around the warmth of the tea she'd brewed for them, letting it soothe her trembling fingers.

For a while, neither of them spoke. Sasuke seemed content to let the quiet linger, as if he knew she needed time to gather her thoughts. Finally, she took a small breath, glancing over at him. "Thank you," she whispered, barely able to meet his eyes. "For…for everything."

He didn't reply immediately, but he gave a small nod, his gaze fixed ahead. "You don't have to thank me," he murmured, his voice low. "It's the least I could do."

Hinata held her cup a bit tighter, her fingers pressing against the ceramic as memories surfaced. She thought of the look on his face when he'd found her, the way he'd shielded her from the worst of himself even while defending her so fiercely. "I keep thinking…how you didn't want me to see," she said softly, her voice thick. "You knew how terrible it would be, but…you still wanted to protect me from it. Even then."

Sasuke's jaw tensed, his eyes hardening. He looked down, as if reluctant to speak, and she could feel the weight of whatever emotions he was holding back. "I didn't want you to…carry that, on top of everything else." His voice was quiet, barely audible. "I didn't want you to have to remember…what I did."

His words hung in the air, and she swallowed, the image of him looming over her attacker flashing through her mind. She shivered slightly, feeling both a sense of horror at what had happened and a strange, aching gratitude for Sasuke's unwavering protection. "You…looked different," she admitted. "So…angry. I'd never seen you like that."

Sasuke's gaze shifted, his expression unreadable. "I was angry," he said, a sharp edge to his tone. "I wanted him to suffer…for everything he did to you. I'd do it again if I had to."

Hinata's chest tightened. She set her tea down, her hand unconsciously reaching out to touch his arm. "But…it wasn't just anger, was it?" she asked softly, searching his face. "You were…worried too."

For a moment, Sasuke didn't respond, his eyes locked onto hers. She could see something flicker in his gaze, a softness that rarely showed itself, something she hadn't expected to see. "I was worried," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "I couldn't…stand the thought of anything happening to you. Not again."

The room seemed to grow smaller, more intimate, as his words settled between them. Hinata felt her heart beat a little faster, the vulnerability in his voice pulling her closer. She hadn't expected him to say that. She hadn't expected any of this.

Sasuke glanced at her, his expression guarded but searching. "Did I…scare you that day?"

The question hung heavy in the room, and Hinata felt the echoes of that moment surge back — the man's tortured screams, raw and desperate, the way Sasuke had looked then, like a shadow come to life, fierce and unrelenting. She remembered his wild expression, the intensity in his eyes, and that strange flash of something else, something like grim satisfaction as he held her attacker in his grip. But then, just before he'd let himself go, he'd looked at her, his tone softening, almost gentle. Close your eyes, he'd said, shielding her even as he prepared to unleash all his fury.

Hinata swallowed, lost in those memories. Sasuke must have noticed her hesitation, as she saw the flicker of regret in his face, the tension in his jaw.

But she shook her head gently. "You didn't scare me," she whispered, trying to convey the depth of her gratitude with her eyes. "You…saved me."

Sasuke's gaze softened, but he looked away as if he couldn't quite bear to hold her eyes any longer. "Good," he murmured, his voice low. "I don't…ever want to scare you."

A quiet warmth settled over her, comforting and steady. She took a breath, glancing down at her hands before looking back at him. "I didn't realize how much I needed you here," she admitted, a small smile touching her lips. "Your comfort…it means everything. I'm glad my best friend is back."

She caught the faintest flicker of surprise in his expression, quickly masked. His mouth opened, then closed, and she thought she saw a hint of color in his cheeks. He turned slightly, just enough that his face was partially hidden from her view. "I'd…I'd do anything for you," he muttered, so quietly it was almost a breath.

Hinata blinked, tilting her head. "Hmm?"

Sasuke quickly cleared his throat, avoiding her gaze entirely now. "Nothing," he replied, too quickly. "I didn't say anything."

Hinata narrowed her eyes slightly, trying to figure out what he'd muttered under his breath, but she let it go, not wanting to press. He glanced around the room, clearly eager to shift the conversation away from himself. "You're…doing okay now?" he asked, his voice still carrying the faintest edge of concern.

"Yes," she said softly, feeling an unexpected wave of peace settle over her. "I think I will be, thanks to you."

Sasuke leaned back, his gaze thoughtful, yet there was a certain softness in his expression she'd rarely seen before. Hinata took a small breath, feeling that gentle shift in the air between them, and asked, "Have you been to the tower yet? To report on the mission?"

He shook his head. "No. Sai went. I came straight here."

She blinked, genuinely surprised. "You didn't have to do that. You should've gone there first —"

"Hinata." His voice was calm but firm, cutting her off gently. "Don't worry about that right now."

She nodded, watching him carefully. "Is Sai…okay?"

For a moment, something flickered in Sasuke's eyes. He pressed his lips together, glancing off to the side as if debating how much to say. "He's fine," he finally replied. "But…he may want to visit you eventually."

Her brow arched in mild curiosity. "To share his findings from the mission?"

A faint, almost rueful smile tugged at the corner of Sasuke's mouth. "No…he's been…well, really distraught over what happened when he was unconscious." He paused, running a hand through his hair before admitting, "I might've said some things to him…things I shouldn't have. He's been beating himself up since, and I know he feels terrible."

Hinata's expression softened, a touch of guilt surfacing. "I didn't mean to cause trouble between you two…"

"Don't," Sasuke's voice was sharp, almost startling her. He noticed her expression and immediately softened, muttering, "Sorry for raising my voice. It's just…I don't like hearing you talk about yourself like that."

Hinata looked down, nodding slightly. "I understand."

They fell silent for a moment, each lost in thought. Eventually, she looked up at him again, taking in the dark circles under his eyes, the subtle signs of fatigue etched into his face. "Sasuke…have you gotten any rest?"

He shook his head. "I'll sleep when I get home," he said, standing up slowly as if his body were finally registering just how much it needed rest. "I should head out anyway."

Hinata made a move to stand, intending to see him out, but he held up a hand, stopping her. "I'm fine. I can see myself out."

For a moment, they just looked at each other. Then he gave her a gentle smile, one that carried warmth, even if it was weighed down by exhaustion. "I'll see you later."

Hinata watched as he turned and walked toward the door, his steps quiet but deliberate. She sat there, her heart feeling just a bit fuller, realizing how much his presence had comforted her in a way she hadn't expected.

XXXXX

Sasuke walked through the quiet streets of Konoha, the evening air cool against his skin. The village was settling down for the night, lanterns casting a warm glow that flickered along the pathways. His steps were unhurried, yet his mind was anything but calm. Seeing Hinata again had brought a sense of relief he hadn't anticipated. Though it had only been a week since he'd brought her back, the weight of concern he'd carried felt much heavier.

Sai's word echoed in his mind. "Love," he'd said, straightforward and without hesitation. At the time, it felt like a punch to the gut, jarring him into a realization he hadn't been ready to face. But as each day passed since that night, the truth of it became harder to ignore. The more he thought about Hinata—the way her eyes softened when she smiled, the quiet strength she carried—the more he understood the depth of his feelings.

He thought about Sarada and how much she adored Hinata. That mattered to him more than he'd like to admit. The way Sarada's face lit up whenever Hinata's name was mentioned stirred something warm within him. Their shared love for books, the easy conversations. They connected in a way that he cherished. It was rare for Sarada to form such close bonds, and Hinata had effortlessly found a place in his daughter's life.

But then there was the memory of Hinata's confession. The moment she'd bared her heart to him, and he'd turned her down. He'd referred to her as a sister, not once but twice. The thought made his jaw clench in frustration. How could he have been so blind? So dismissive of what was right in front of him? Comparing his past feelings for Sakura to what he felt now for Hinata was like comparing night and day. With Sakura, it had been a camaraderie born from shared experiences and battles—a bond of comradeship. But with Hinata, it was different. There was a quiet intensity, a pull he couldn't quite name but felt deeply nonetheless.

He sighed, shoving his hand into his pocket. Telling her how he felt now seemed selfish, especially after everything she'd been through. She needed support, not complications. And with the mission still unresolved, there were too many distractions. The strange boy they'd brought back lingered in his thoughts. Daisuke had come willingly, which only added to Sasuke's unease. The kid was unsettling—too calm, too amused by everything around him. Sai wanted to believe that Daisuke was just a misguided youth caught up with the wrong crowd, but Sasuke wasn't convinced.

"He's dangerous," Sasuke muttered under his breath. There was something off about the boy, an unpredictability that put him on edge. He didn't like feeling uncertain, and Daisuke embodied that uncertainty.

As he continued down the street, a familiar figure caught his eye. Sakura was walking on the opposite side, her face illuminated by the soft glow of street lamps. There was a lightness to her expression, a glow that made him pause. Then he noticed Lee beside her, their hands intertwined. They walked in sync, Sakura laughing softly at something Lee had said.

Sasuke watched them for a moment. The tenderness in Lee's eyes as he looked at Sakura, the way she shyly smiled back…it was genuine. A small smile tugged at the corner of Sasuke's mouth. He was happy for her. They both deserved happiness, and it seemed they had found it in each other. It was almost amusing, thinking back to their academy days when Lee had been so openly smitten with Sakura. Life had a funny way of bringing things full circle.

He resumed his walk, the sight of them stirring a subtle contentment within him. Turning onto the path that led to his home, he felt a mixture of exhaustion and clarity. There were still many uncertainties ahead—the mission, his own tangled feelings—but for now, he was grateful for moments like this. Moments that reminded him of the connections that mattered.

Reaching his doorstep, Sasuke paused, gazing up at the night sky dotted with stars. He took a deep breath, letting the cool air fill his lungs. Tomorrow would bring new challenges, but he felt a quiet resolve settling in. He would face whatever came, one step at a time.

Unlocking the door, he stepped inside, the familiar surroundings offering a semblance of peace. As he prepared to rest, one last thought crossed his mind. Hinata's smile as he'd left her home.

XXXXX

The next morning, Sasuke found himself in the Hokage's office, sitting across from Naruto. The room felt unusually quiet, the weight of recent events filling the air as they discussed Daisuke, Yoshimaru, and the twisted implications of the scroll of seals.

Sasuke leaned back, his gaze steady on Naruto. "That kid, Daisuke…there's something seriously off about him. His attitude isn't just careless, It's calculated, like he knows exactly what he's doing. He doesn't seem afraid, and that bothers me."

Naruto nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. "I know. I actually went to check on him myself the other day, and I got the same feeling. It's like he's waiting for something, or maybe he's just enjoying all the trouble he's causing. I've already told the guards to keep an extra close eye on him."

They both fell silent for a moment, lost in thought about the boy's unsettling demeanor and what it could mean.

"What's more," Naruto said, breaking the silence, "he kept going on about the Byakugan and even mentioned some evolved form of it. I didn't expect that."

Sasuke's eyes narrowed. "An evolved Byakugan?"

"Yeah," Naruto replied, his expression a mix of intrigue and concern. "That's exactly what I thought when he first mentioned it. I plan on bringing Hiashi in to discuss it, but you know how tight-lipped the Hyuga clan can be. Even when I was married to Hinata, and despite being the Hokage, they still held certain secrets close."

Sasuke nodded in understanding, remembering fragments of conversations he'd overheard as a child, back when his clan was still whole. "It was the same with the Uchiha. The clan elders were particular about who knew what, even within our own family. It makes sense to be guarded when it comes to kekkei genkai…but if there is some truth to this other version of the Byakugan, we're going to need Hiashi's cooperation."

They mulled over the possibility, considering what a second, unknown version of the Byakugan might mean. Both were silent, the weight of it sinking in as they thought through the implications.

"By the way, Daisuke keeps asking to see Hinata," Naruto said, glancing at Sasuke.

Sasuke's brow furrowed. "He was asking about her even the day I brought her back to Konoha. I don't know what he wants with her, but it wouldn't hurt to keep someone nearby just in case."

Naruto nodded. "Already taken care of. Though I'll admit, the fact that he won't give us a straight answer and keeps acting like all of this is some big joke…It's aggravating."

A thought came to Sasuke, and he looked over at Naruto. "Have you thought about using a shadow clone? You could make it look like Hinata. It might get him to talk if he thinks she's here."

Naruto blinked, considering the idea, and then grinned. "I hadn't thought of that, but it's a good plan. A clone would be enough to draw him out, at least to see what he really wants with her."

XXXXXX

As they made their way to the holding cells, Sasuke glanced at Naruto. "By the way, did you know about Sakura and Lee?"

Naruto stopped mid-step, eyes widening. "Wait, you mean…Sakura and Bushy Brows…?"

Sasuke smirked and nodded. "Yeah. I saw them together last night on my way home. They looked happy."

Naruto was clearly struggling to process it, blinking in surprise before letting out a small laugh. "I don't know what to think about that! I mean, Lee? Really? But hey…if they're happy, that's all that matters, right?"

Sasuke shrugged, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "It's not what I expected either, but it seems genuine. And with how tense things have been lately, good news like that is a welcome change."

Naruto grinned, slapping Sasuke on the back. "Couldn't agree more. Let's just hope this works on Daisuke and he finally gives us some answers."

They reached the cells, both silently hoping that today, they'd get closer to unraveling the mystery that had them all on edge. Naruto uses a shadow clone to change his appearance into Hinata.

Sasuke and Naruto walked into the cell, the dim light casting sharp shadows across the cold stone walls. Daisuke sat in his chains, his hands resting lightly in his lap, looking almost at ease in the oppressive silence. The moment his eyes landed on Sasuke, they lit up with a twisted sort of delight, widening as if in recognition of something deeply amusing.

"Well, well, if it isn't the scary Uchiha," Daisuke greeted, his voice dripping with a mock warmth. He shifted his gaze toward Naruto, disguised as Hinata, and his expression twisted into a smile that sent a chill down Sasuke's spine. "And the creepy-eyed woman. Didn't expect to see you again so soon. A real pleasure."

Sasuke clenched his jaw, refusing to take the bait. He wouldn't give Daisuke the satisfaction. But Daisuke just continued, his eyes flicking back and forth between them, studying their reactions like he was savoring every twitch, every flicker of emotion. "Oh, you're quiet today," he mused, leaning forward, his smile widening. "I expected more of a warm welcome."

Sasuke remained stoic, his eyes fixed on Daisuke without a hint of emotion. He felt the boy's gaze like a cold touch, but he refused to be drawn into his game. "We're here for answers," Sasuke stated flatly.

Daisuke tilted his head innocently. "Answers? About what?"

"Yoshimaru. The scroll of seals. The experiments with kekkei genkai," Sasuke listed, his tone firm.

Daisuke chuckled softly. "Ah, those little things."

The atmosphere grew heavier. Naruto, as Hinata, stood beside Sasuke, observing quietly.

"Tell us everything you know," Sasuke demanded.

Daisuke leaned forward, chains clinking. "You know, I've always been curious about the Uchiha clan. Such a tragic story. Do you ever wonder what it would be like if things had been different?" His eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief.

Sasuke's jaw tightened. "This isn't about me."

"Isn't it?" Daisuke replied smoothly. "I mean, losing your entire clan…must leave a mark. Or perhaps a scar?" His gaze was piercing, almost as if he could see right through Sasuke.

A flash of anger surged within Sasuke. Before he realized it, he had seized Daisuke by the collar, lifting him slightly off the chair. His Sharingan activated instinctively, the crimson eyes glaring into the boy's. "Watch your mouth," Sasuke hissed.

Naruto, still in disguise, placed a hand on Sasuke's shoulder. "Sasuke, stop," he warned calmly.

Daisuke, despite being held up by a furious Sasuke, remained unnervingly calm. A sly smile played on his lips. "You should listen to your friend," he taunted. Leaning in closer, he whispered so only Sasuke could hear, "Keep pushing, and you might find yourself alone again. Just like when your brother left you in the dark, helpless and weak."

Sasuke's eyes widened ever so slightly, a chill running down his spine. The mention of his brother, the isolation, the darkness—it struck a nerve deep within him. He released Daisuke abruptly, taking a step back. His heart pounded in his chest, but he masked his fear with a cold exterior.

"Are you alright?" Naruto asked, noticing the brief falter in Sasuke's demeanor.

"I'm fine," Sasuke replied sharply, his gaze fixed on Daisuke, who now sat casually as if nothing had happened.

Sasuke didn't answer, his breath shallow as he tried to steady himself. His gaze flicked warily back to Daisuke. The boy sat there, chains draped over his wrists, but his demeanor was anything but restrained. He stared back at Sasuke with eyes that gleamed with unsettling amusement, a mask of innocence stretched thin over something far more sinister. It was as if he hadn't whispered those chilling words at all.

Naruto, still disguised as Hinata, stepped forward to break the tension. His voice was calm but firm. "Why did you want to see me?" he asked, maintaining the illusion.

Daisuke turned his head slowly toward "Creepy Eyes," a sly smile creeping onto his face. He sighed, almost theatrically, as if they were discussing the weather. "Oh, nothing much," he said lightly. "I've always been fascinated by the Hyuga clan's... unique vision. Those 'creepy eyes' of yours. I thought it might be enlightening to learn more."

There was a playful lilt to his voice, but underneath lay a razor's edge. Sasuke could feel it—an undercurrent of menace that set his nerves on edge.

Naruto met his gaze evenly. "The Byakugan isn't something we discuss openly," he replied, trying to keep his tone measured.

Daisuke leaned forward as much as his chains would allow, his eyes never leaving Naruto's. "Come now, no need to be shy," he chided softly. "Surely you can share a few secrets with a curious mind? For instance, is it true that the Byakugan can see through anything? Even...illusions?"

Naruto narrowed his eyes slightly. "Our abilities are well-documented," he said cautiously. "There's nothing more to add."

Daisuke chuckled, a low sound that seemed to reverberate unnaturally in the small room. "Well-documented? Perhaps. But I suspect there's more beneath the surface. Hidden talents, undiscovered potentials..." His gaze flickered momentarily to Sasuke before returning to Naruto. "Or maybe even evolved forms?"

Sasuke felt a chill run down his spine. How did this boy know about that? He exchanged a quick glance with Naruto, who maintained his composure admirably.

"I think you've been misinformed," Naruto said evenly. "There's nothing more to discuss."

Daisuke tilted his head, his smile never wavering. "Misinformed? Maybe. Or maybe I'm speaking to the wrong person." His eyes glinted with mischief. "Tell me, Hinata, have you ever felt so angry that you couldn't control yourself? That something inside you just...snapped?"

Naruto hesitated. "I'm not sure what you're getting at."

"Oh, I think you do," Daisuke purred. "It's a simple question. Have you ever wanted to let go of all those pesky morals and just give in to your true nature? To unleash the power that's bubbling beneath your calm exterior?"

Sasuke stepped forward. "That's enough," he said sharply.

Daisuke glanced at him, his smile stretching wider. "Touched a nerve, have I? Or perhaps I'm asking the wrong person again." He looked back at Naruto. "Maybe you haven't felt it yet, but trust me—you will. And when you do, it'll be quite the spectacle."

Naruto kept his expression neutral. "If you have information, share it. Otherwise, we're done here."

Daisuke sighed dramatically, leaning back. "Fine, keep your secrets. But remember, time is ticking. And there are forces at play that even the great shinobi of this village can't comprehend."

He let his words hang in the air, the room thick with tension. Sasuke could feel his patience wearing thin. The way Daisuke toyed with them, danced around their questions while planting seeds of doubt—it was infuriating.

"Why are you so interested in the Byakugan?" Sasuke demanded. "What are you planning?"

Daisuke's eyes shifted back to him, a flicker of genuine amusement flashing across his face. "Planning? Oh, nothing so nefarious. I'm just an observer, really. Watching, waiting... enjoying the show." He chuckled again. "But I suppose every show needs its players. And you two are the stars."

Sasuke felt a surge of anger. "If you think this is a game—"

"Oh, but it is!" Daisuke interrupted, his voice rising with a twisted excitement. "Life is a game, Uchiha! And the rules are ever-changing. You, of all people, should know that." His gaze hardened suddenly, the playful veneer slipping to reveal a cold, calculating stare. "Tell me, how does it feel to dance on the strings pulled by others? To think you're in control when you're merely a pawn?"

Sasuke's fists clenched at his sides. "What do you know about control?"

Daisuke's smile returned, enigmatic and infuriating. "More than you might think."

Before Sasuke could respond, Naruto intervened. "We're wasting our time," he said, his voice firm. "He has no intention of cooperating."

Daisuke's face changed, the casual playfulness dropping in an instant, his eyes narrowing as he glared at Naruto with an intensity that sent a chill through the room. For the first time, Sasuke saw a cold, raw hatred beneath the boy's expression, something far beyond his years. "Because I don't take well to being lied to, or being played for a fool."

Naruto faltered. "What do you mean?"

Daisuke's gaze pierced him, unblinking. "The moment you walked in, I knew you weren't her. You think a pathetic disguise would fool me? I went along with it because it amused me, seeing just how far you'd go for a scrap of information."

The words hung in the air, sharp and scathing. Sasuke clenched his fists, the desire to silence Daisuke almost overwhelming. The boy smirked, watching them both with that unsettling, all-knowing smile.

"And next time," Daisuke continued, his voice low and venomous, "bring me the real woman." He put a disturbing emphasis on the word real, his eyes glinting with a sick satisfaction as he leaned back in his seat.

Naruto dropped the Henge, returning to his true form, his expression darkening as he stared down the boy. "You're not in control here," he warned.

But Daisuke merely looked away, his expression turning blank, as if they no longer held any interest in him. He refused to meet their gaze, staring somewhere past them, as though they'd already ceased to exist.

Sasuke and Naruto exchanged a glance. There was no doubt now…this boy wasn't just a pawn. He was a threat, one that neither of them fully understood. And he'd made one thing clear: he wouldn't give them anything unless it was on his terms.

XXXXXX

Outside the building, Naruto and Sasuke stood in silence, the weight of their encounter with Daisuke still heavy on their minds. The faint murmur of the village surrounded them, but it was distant, muffled somehow, as if the entire world had quieted just for them.

Naruto broke the silence, his voice low, reflective. "That kid…"

Sasuke gave a slight nod, his gaze hard, eyes staring ahead but seeing nothing. The rage that had flared up inside him in the cell still simmered beneath the surface. He could feel the tension lingering in his muscles, the way his jaw clenched, fists tight at his sides. Daisuke's words replayed in his mind, that whisper meant only for him, creeping into his thoughts with a poison he hadn't been able to shake.

There was something deeply wrong with that boy. He was dangerous, not just for what he knew but for the way he toyed with them, manipulated the situation for his own sick enjoyment. Daisuke had looked at him with eyes that seemed to peel back layers, cutting through every defense Sasuke put up, like he was somehow privy to things no one else should know. That didn't just unnerve Sasuke; it disturbed him to his core.

"He knew," Sasuke finally said, his voice sounding distant even to himself. "The whole time…he knew it wasn't Hinata."

Naruto exhaled slowly, looking down. "He played us, used our questions as a game. Didn't give us anything real…not without making sure we knew he was in control." Naruto's brow furrowed deeply, his fists balling up at his sides.

Naruto continued and ran a hand through his hair, sighing heavily. "I've never seen a kid act like that before…with so much malice."

Sasuke shook his head, though he wasn't entirely surprised by Daisuke's perceptiveness. "There's more to him than we thought. That boy…he must have been through things, seen things—enough to turn him into…" He struggled to find the right word, but nothing seemed to fit the twisted intelligence and coldness Daisuke possessed. "Someone like him doesn't happen by accident."

"He's not… normal," Naruto said, a grimace pulling at his features. "I've dealt with people who try to play mind games before, but this… something about him's just off."

Sasuke kept his gaze forward, eyes narrowed in thought. "He's dangerous," he said simply. "There's something unnatural about him, like he thrives on seeing others afraid. And he knows too much—about the clans, about us." He clenched his hand, feeling his nails dig into his palm. "He's not some child caught up in a mess, Naruto. He's hiding something darker."

Naruto nodded slowly, then let out a heavy sigh. "He's more than just a threat. You felt it too, right?"

"I felt it," Sasuke muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "The kid's not afraid of pain. He's not afraid of death. He's…entertained by it. Whatever he wants, whatever he's after—it's more than just a game."

He thought of how Daisuke had looked at Naruto in his disguise, the mockery clear in his expression as he'd pointed out their deception. The kid's mind was sharp, too sharp for his age. Sasuke had known adults who didn't hold that level of cunning, that willingness to toy with someone just for the thrill of it.

"Do you think he really wants to see Hinata?" Naruto asked, his tone skeptical but laced with concern.

The question hung in the air, leaving Sasuke uneasy. He thought of Hinata, how she'd looked after he'd found her—scared, yet strong in her own way, despite everything. He knew that the boy's interest in her was more than casual. The way he spoke about her, his fixation, felt…obsessive.

Sasuke's fists tightened. "I don't know what he wants with her," he admitted, his voice rough with restrained anger, "but it's nothing good. We need to keep him away from her, no matter what."

Naruto exhaled, rubbing his neck, the weight of the situation clear in his expression. "Yeah…yeah, we do. I'll keep the guards tight. If he so much as tries anything—"

"I'll handle it," Sasuke interrupted, his tone flat, the words laced with a cold edge. He could feel the residual anger simmering beneath his skin, the memory of that kid's mocking grin seared into his mind. He didn't trust Daisuke, not one bit, and he wasn't about to let him get near Hinata.

Naruto looked at Sasuke with a raised eyebrow. "You'll handle everything?" There was a light challenge in his tone, mixed with a protective edge that Sasuke knew all too well.

Before Sasuke could elaborate, Naruto stepped forward, his expression firm. "We'll do it together," he declared. "I care about Hinata more than anything, and if you're planning to handle this, I want to be there too." He flashed a grin, one that used to annoy Sasuke in their younger days. "Hokage's orders," he added, trying to lighten the mood.

Sasuke's jaw tightened, the mild annoyance giving way to a sharper sting. The look in Naruto's eyes told him everything: he still loved Hinata and would do anything to protect her. It wasn't just irritating—it hurt. Not only because jealousy churned within him, but also because of the guilt weighing him down. Realizing his own feelings for Hinata—his best friend's ex-wife—was complicated, and the timing couldn't be worse. Then again, perhaps the timing would never be right.

He sighed, the weight of the situation settling on his shoulders. "Alright, we'll do it together," Sasuke conceded. The resolve in his voice was mixed with an undercurrent of conflicting emotions.

Naruto's grin widened, relief evident in his expression. "That's more like it."

They stood in silence for a few moments, allowing the noise of the village to seep back into their senses. Sasuke's mind was elsewhere. He'd done everything to ensure Hinata's safety—sent her away from danger, shielded her from threats—but the impulse to protect her was overpowering and deeply personal.

As they walked away from the detention center, the gravity of their mission and their conversation weighed heavily on Sasuke. His thoughts continually drifted back to Hinata. No matter what, he resolved to protect her, facing whatever darkness that came, even if it meant delving into the deeper parts of himself he'd rather avoid. The realization of his feelings for Hinata didn't simplify things—it only made the promise to keep her safe more profound, especially with the knowledge that Naruto still harbored love for her only compounded his guilt.

XXXXXXXX

As Sasuke walked down the path, thoughts of giving Sarada the books he'd picked up for her lingered in his mind. She'd been devouring books lately, and he looked forward to seeing her light up when she got them. He barely registered much of his surroundings until his gaze locked unexpectedly with Kiba's.

Kiba's face flushed red, and he seemed oddly fidgety as he tried to pretend everything was normal. Confused, Sasuke raised an eyebrow and asked, "Is something wrong, Inuzuka?"

Kiba coughed and scratched his cheek, his sharp nail trailing over his skin. "Everything's just fine, Princess," he muttered, throwing emphasis on the nickname with a smirk.

Sasuke's eyebrow twitched, and he felt the urge to retaliate but ultimately decided it wasn't worth it. He turned to walk past Kiba, dismissing him with a cool nod.

But he hadn't gotten far before Kiba spluttered, "Hey, just…wait a second!"

Annoyed, Sasuke turned back. "What is it now?"

Kiba shifted his weight, crossing his arms across his chest and looking surprisingly flustered. He frowned, seemingly struggling to find the right words, which made the situation even more unusual. "You're…you're a pain in my ass sometimes," Kiba started, his voice rough and unpolished. "But you're…alright. I mean…I'm just trying to say…well, for Hinata's sake, you know. In case you ever…" He trailed off, scratching the back of his head and staring down at his feet.

Sasuke stared, genuinely lost. Kiba wasn't usually this vague. He'd say whatever was on his mind and be done with it. "What are you trying to say, number two?"

Kiba looked up, his eyes narrowing with mild irritation, as though he expected Sasuke to understand something he clearly wasn't catching onto. "Never mind. You're thicker than Naruto," he muttered, throwing his hood on and roughly stuffing his hands into his pockets as he turned to walk off.

Sasuke watched him go, shaking his head. "Dummy," he muttered under his breath, then turned and continued in the opposite direction.

XXXXXX

Few days later…

Boruto walked beside Sumire, his hands shoved awkwardly into his pockets as he glanced at her, cheeks tinged with a blush that he hoped wasn't too obvious. She was looking ahead, her eyes bright with excitement and her usual soft smile that somehow made his heart pound harder than usual today.

He shifted his gaze, but it seemed impossible not to sneak glances at her every other second. There was something different now—a lightness in his chest that had never been there before, a nervousness that made his hands feel clumsier, his words come slower. It wasn't like the usual missions or the sparring matches. This felt… bigger. Special, even.

When they passed a shop window, he noticed her eyeing a small trinket—a delicate flower charm, purple like her eyes. Without thinking, he reached over, caught her gaze with a shy smile, and nodded toward the shop. "Want to check it out?"

Sumire's eyes widened slightly, and she gave a small nod, returning his smile. They stepped inside, and Boruto, his pulse quickening, decided to make a move before he chickened out. As she admired the charm, he reached for it.

"For you," he said, his voice wavering a little but his grin trying to play it cool. "Thought it'd look good on you."

Her cheeks turned the same shade as his, and for a second, he wondered if he'd done something too bold. But her smile, warm and genuine, washed that fear away.

"Thank you, Boruto." Her voice was soft, her fingers brushing his as she took the charm. He felt his heart nearly leap out of his chest at the touch. They both laughed nervously, eyes meeting for just a moment before looking away.

They continued walking, and Boruto found himself trying to think of something, anything, to say that would make her laugh, just to see that smile again. He was starting to realize that he'd do anything to keep her smiling like that. And maybe, he thought as he watched her laugh at his latest attempt at a joke, this feeling wasn't as scary as he'd thought. It was… pretty nice.

Boruto walked beside Sumire, listening to her talk about something funny from their academy days, but his attention was abruptly pulled away when he overheard people murmuring nearby. Their voices were low, as if trying to keep it quiet, but he caught a few choice words that made his stomach twist.

"...Hokage's wife…some guy in the holding cell…keeps asking about her…"

The words struck him like a lightning bolt, fear and worry surging through his veins. His mind jumped to the worst possibilities, and he struggled to stay calm, reminding himself it could be nothing. But his gut told him otherwise.

He looked down at Sumire, his mouth set in a tight line. "Sumire, I'm really sorry… can we pick this up another day?"

She tilted her head, concern flashing in her eyes. "Are you going to the holding cell?"

He nodded, trying to offer her a reassuring smile. "Yeah… I'll see what's going on."

Sumire's expression softened, and she returned his smile. "Be careful, Boruto. I'll see you soon."

With a grateful nod, he turned on his heel and hurried toward the holding cells, adrenaline rushing through him. When he reached the building, he managed to slip inside unnoticed, hiding in the shadows as he formulated a plan. A lone guard was stationed outside the cell he was after, and Boruto focused on a way to get him away, waiting until the guard's attention wavered before slipping in close.

With a quick swipe, he snatched the key from the guard's belt, then moved down the hall, holding his breath until he reached the locked door. With a soft click, he slid the key into the lock and pushed open the door, stepping inside the dimly lit cell.

The boy on the other side was… strange-looking. His eyes gleamed under the low light, sharp and calculating, yet something was unsettlingly off about them. His clothes were wrinkled, his dark hair hung messily around his face, and he seemed just slightly older than Boruto himself, though he carried an odd, almost unnerving air for someone his age. Daisuke's gaze snapped to him, his lips curving into a faint smile, as though he had expected him all along.

"Who are you?" Daisuke asked, his voice smooth yet edged with curiosity.

Standing tall, Boruto met his gaze. "I'm Boruto Uzumaki."

A hint of a smile tugged at Daisuke's lips. "The Hokage's son, huh?"

Boruto nodded, his eyes hardening. "I heard you've been asking about my mother. Why?"

Daisuke's expression shifted to one of mild remorse. "Ah, that. I suppose I owe you an apology."

Boruto blinked in surprise. "An apology?"

Daisuke sighed softly. "Yes, on behalf of my brother. He was the one who... caused trouble for your mother."

Shock registered on Boruto's face. "Your brother? You mean the guy who attacked my mom?"

"Unfortunately, yes," Daisuke replied, his gaze dropping as if ashamed. "He's always been reckless, dragging others into his messes. And now, it seems I've been caught up in his affairs as well."

Boruto's mind raced. He hadn't expected this. "Why should I believe you?"

Daisuke looked up, sincerity reflecting in his eyes. "I don't expect you to trust me right away. But I wanted you to know that I bear you no ill will. In fact, I was hoping to set things right."

Boruto studied him cautiously. "Set things right? How?"

A subtle tension flickered across Daisuke's face. "There's information I have—about his plans, about the people he's involved with. Dangerous people. I thought that by sharing it, perhaps I could help undo some of the damage he's caused."

Boruto felt a mix of skepticism and hope. "Why not tell the Hokage or the interrogators?"

Daisuke's expression turned somber. "They wouldn't believe me. To them, I'm just another criminal. But you... maybe you can convince them to listen."

"Why me?" Boruto asked, frowning slightly.

"Because you're not like the others," Daisuke said quietly. "You're closer to the situation than anyone else. And I can see that you care about your family."

Boruto hesitated. The sincerity in Daisuke's voice was disarming. "What is it you want me to do?"

"Just hear me out," Daisuke replied. "I can give you details, names, locations. But I need a guarantee that I'll be heard fairly. That I won't just be dismissed or silenced."

Boruto considered his words. "I can't make any promises, but I can try."

A small smile appeared on Daisuke's face. "That's all I ask."

An idea struck Boruto. "Tell me what you know now. I can take it to my dad."

Daisuke lowered his gaze, feigning reluctance. "Look, Boruto," he began, his voice carefully measured, "if I tell you everything now, I risk a lot. They've been questioning me non-stop. If I suddenly have more to say, it'll draw too much attention. Give me two weeks to let things settle. By then, they'll think I'm out of information. It'll be safer."

Boruto narrowed his eyes, hesitant but intrigued. "Two weeks? That's a long time. Why can't it be sooner?"

Daisuke tilted his head, his expression serious. "Trust me, two weeks is the safest window. It gives me time to put things in place and make sure I'm not overheard or tracked. I'll be able to tell you everything without risking you—or myself."

Boruto weighed his words, feeling the urgency of protecting his family push him forward. "Alright… two weeks."

A glint of satisfaction flickered in Daisuke's eyes, but he kept his expression restrained. "Thank you, Boruto. I promise, it'll be worth it."

As Boruto turned to leave, he couldn't shake the prickling sensation of Daisuke's gaze following him, a chill lingering as he stepped out of the cell.

XXXXXX

Hinata strolled through the bustling streets of Konoha, her mind adrift as she admired the blooming flowers lining the pathways. The soft rustle of leaves and the distant chatter of villagers filled the air. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice the small figure ahead until she bumped right into him.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, stepping back quickly. She looked down to see a young boy, perhaps around Boruto's age, gazing up at her. He had tousled auburn hair that framed his face and striking teal eyes that seemed both calm and curious. A red marking adorned his forehead, partially hidden by his hair.

"It's okay," the boy replied politely, giving a slight nod.

Hinata offered a gentle smile, relieved that he seemed unhurt. As they were about to continue on their separate ways, she glanced up and her eyes widened in surprise. "Gaara-sama!" she called out, her voice tinged with pleasant surprise.

Gaara approached them, his expression as serene as ever. "Hinata," he acknowledged with a nod.

She bowed her head slightly in respect. "It's been a while. How are you?"

"I'm well," he replied, then gestured to the boy beside him. "This is my son, Shiki."

Hinata's eyes softened as she looked at Shiki again. "It's very nice to meet you, Shiki-kun."

"Likewise," Shiki responded with a polite bow.

On the other side of Gaara stood another familiar face. "Shikadai-kun!" Hinata waved, her smile brightening.

Shikadai gave a lazy grin and waved back. "Hi, Hinata-san."

Shiki turned to his father. "Father, may Shikadai and I go explore for a bit?"

Gaara considered for a moment before nodding. "Alright. But stay out of trouble."

"We will," Shiki promised before he and Shikadai darted off, their voices fading into the crowd.

Hinata turned back to Gaara, her eyes warm. "It's good to see you, Gaara-sama."

"Likewise, Hinata," he replied, a subtle softness in his gaze. "I brought back something from Suna that I thought you might like—a rare plant native to our deserts."

Her eyes widened with excitement. "Really? That's so thoughtful of you! Thank you."

A faint smile touched his lips. "It's no problem. It's back at my sister's home. If you're not busy, would you mind walking there with me? Unless you have other plans—I could bring it to you later."

She shook her head quickly. "I don't mind at all. A walk sounds nice. I was just out enjoying the day."

They began to walk side by side, a comfortable silence settling between them. The sun cast dappled shadows through the trees, and the gentle breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers. Hinata glanced over at Gaara. He had changed so much since they were younger. His features had sharpened into those of a handsome man—strong jawline, calm eyes that held a depth she found intriguing. She imagined many women must find him attractive.

Just then, Gaara glanced down at her. Caught staring, she quickly looked away, a faint blush rising to her cheeks.

"Have you eaten lunch yet?" Gaara asked after a moment.

"Oh, no, I haven't," she admitted.

He paused slightly. "Would you like to have lunch with me?"

She looked up, a bit surprised. "That would be nice. There's actually a place just ahead that serves Suna cuisine."

He glanced ahead, and she followed his gaze to see a man approaching them, waving with a grin. It was Kankuro.

"Hey, Gaara! What are you up to?" Kankuro asked, stopping before them. His eyes flicked to Hinata, a teasing glint in them. "And Hinata-san! Good to see you."

Hinata smiled warmly. "Hello, Kankuro-san."

"We were just heading to lunch," Gaara explained. "You should join us."

Kankuro raised an eyebrow, giving Gaara a nudge. "You sure I won't be in the way?" he whispered, though not quietly enough.

Hinata heard and glanced between them, unsure of the subtext. Gaara's expression tightened slightly. "Do you want to come or not?"

Kankuro chuckled. "Alright, alright, I'll come."

As they walked, Kankuro regaled them with amusing stories from Suna. Hinata found herself laughing more than she had in a while. Kankuro noticed and kept the jokes coming, much to Gaara's apparent annoyance.

"You have a lovely laugh, Hinata-san," Kankuro commented with a wink.

She blushed lightly. "Thank you. Your stories are very entertaining."

Gaara cleared his throat. "Hinata mentioned a restaurant that serves Suna cuisine. We'd like to try it."

Kankuro looked skeptical. "Really? No food beats the real thing. I'm not sure they'll do it justice."

Hinata bit her lip. "Oh, I didn't think of that. Maybe we could go somewhere else?"

Gaara shook his head. "No, let's try it. I'm curious to see how it compares."

Kankuro sighed dramatically. "Fine, but I reserve the right to complain."

As they continued, Kankuro pointed ahead. "Is that… Sasuke?"

Hinata looked to see Sasuke walking with his daughter, Sarada, who was animatedly chatting away. A soft smile touched Hinata's lips. Sasuke had become such a devoted father. It was heartwarming to see how attentive he was to Sarada.

"It is," she confirmed.

Sasuke glanced their way, his gaze catching on Hinata's. For a brief moment, his expression softened when he saw her, a hint of warmth slipping through his usual stoicism. But as his eyes shifted to take in her companions, his face quickly returned to its usual guarded look, his eyes narrowing just slightly. Sarada, seemingly oblivious, tugged on his arm, urging him excitedly toward a nearby shop. He let himself be pulled along, though his gaze lingered on Hinata for another beat before he turned away.

"That guy never smiles," Kankuro remarked with a chuckle. "Always looks so serious."

Hinata shook her head gently. "Sasuke is just…reserved. He might come off that way, but he's actually very kind once you get to know him."

Kankuro raised an eyebrow, looking surprised. "Kind, huh? I wouldn't have guessed. He doesn't exactly give off a warm vibe."

Hinata's lips curled into a soft smile as she continued, "He has a strong sense of loyalty and will do anything to protect those he cares about. Sasuke's just… careful with his emotions. It's not that he doesn't feel them, he just doesn't show them easily." She glanced back down the road where he'd disappeared, her gaze warm with the fondness of their shared history. "He's always there when it matters."

Kankuro scratched the back of his head, blinking at her in surprise. "Wow, I didn't realize you two were so close."

Hinata blushed, a faint pink dusting her cheeks. "Yes, well…we've been through a lot together. He's…a very good friend."

At her words, Gaara, who had been silent up until now, turned his gaze toward her, his expression unreadable as he studied her. She noticed and felt a flutter of curiosity—she wondered what he might be thinking, but before she could ask, he turned his gaze forward again, his face impassive.

They arrived at the restaurant and took seats at the bar, Hinata between the two brothers. Kankuro scanned the menu, his eyes widening. "They have my favorite dish here!"

Gaara nodded appreciatively. "The selection is impressive."

After ordering, a comfortable silence settled. Kankuro broke it by turning to Hinata. "You know, Gaara here has done amazing things for Suna. Did he tell you about the new orphanage he established?"

Hinata's eyes widened. "No, he didn't! That's wonderful."

Gaara shot his brother a look. "It's nothing worth mentioning."

"Are you kidding? He's being modest," Kankuro continued. "He's personally involved in ensuring the children have everything they need."

Hinata turned to Gaara, genuine admiration in her eyes. "That's really admirable, Gaara-sama. You have such a kind heart."

A faint blush dusted Gaara's cheeks as he looked away. "I just want to help where I can."

Their food arrived, and Kankuro rubbed his hands together. "Moment of truth!" They each took a bite.

Both brothers looked pleasantly surprised. "This tastes just like home," Kankuro exclaimed.

The chef behind the bar smiled. "We have chefs from Suna who work hard to keep it authentic."

Kankuro struck up a conversation with the chef, a cheerful woman who seemed charmed by his enthusiasm. Hinata felt her cheeks warm as Kankuro began to flirt openly, complimenting the chef on everything from the food to her smile.

Gaara sighed softly. "I apologize for my brother's behavior. Sometimes I wonder if we're truly related."

Hinata giggled, covering her mouth politely. "It's quite alright. He's very…spirited."

Gaara watched her laugh, a soft expression in his eyes. When she noticed his gaze, she met his eyes questioningly.

He seemed to realize he was staring. "Sorry," he mumbled, turning back to his food. After a moment, he spoke again, his voice quieter. "When you laugh…your whole face lights up."

She felt her cheeks heat up, unsure how to respond. "Oh…thank you."

He gave a slight nod and continued eating, leaving Hinata with a fluttering feeling she couldn't quite place.

XXXXXX

Hinata stood outside the quaint restaurant with Gaara, the warm afternoon sun casting a gentle glow over the bustling streets of Konoha. A light breeze carried the mingled scents of blooming flowers and freshly cooked meals, and she could hear the faint murmur of Kankuro's animated voice from inside as he continued his flirtatious conversation with the woman behind the counter.

Gaara sighed softly beside her, his gaze momentarily drifting back toward the entrance. "My brother is quite the flirt," he remarked, his tone carrying a hint of exasperation. "It's rather irksome at times."

She couldn't help but let out a light laugh, covering her smile with her hand. "Well, she did seem quite taken by him," she replied, glancing back toward the restaurant. "He certainly knows how to make an impression."

Gaara gave a slight nod, a faint glimmer of amusement in his teal eyes. "Yes, most women are 'taken' by him. Kankuro can be charming when he's not being... annoying."

Hinata smiled, finding his dry observation unexpectedly endearing. "I suppose everyone has their quirks," she said gently.

He turned his attention fully to her, the afternoon light highlighting the subtle contours of his face. "Shall we head to my sister's place to pick up the plant?" he asked.

"Yes, that sounds wonderful," she agreed, adjusting the strap of her bag over her shoulder.

They began to walk down the sun-dappled street, the sounds of village life creating a comfortable backdrop to their stroll. Hinata felt a pleasant calm settle over her. She glanced sideways at Gaara, noting how the soft breeze played with a few strands of his auburn hair.

"Gaara-sama," she began softly, "I've always admired your dedication to Suna. It must be quite challenging to lead a village."

He looked over at her, his gaze steady yet contemplative. "It has its challenges," he admitted. "But it's a responsibility I value." After a brief pause, he added, "And please, just call me Gaara."

She felt a slight warmth rise to her cheeks. "Alright... Gaara," she said, the name feeling both familiar and new without the honorific.

He seemed to appreciate her adjustment, a subtle softness touching his expression. "How have you been?" he inquired. "I understand you've been quite involved with your garden."

Hinata brightened at the mention. "Yes, I have. Plants have a way of bringing peace to the day. Tending to them... it's soothing."

He nodded thoughtfully. "They do offer a certain tranquility. Each one requires its own kind of care, its own attention."

She smiled, pleased by their shared interest. "Exactly. Though, I must admit, I'm not very familiar with desert plants like the ones from Suna."

Gaara's eyes held a hint of intrigue. "Perhaps I could teach you about them," he offered. "They are resilient, adapted to harsh conditions. There's a unique beauty in that."

"I would like that," she replied sincerely. "It's always fascinating to learn about different kinds of plants."

They walked a bit further, the conversation flowing more naturally than she had expected. Hinata found Gaara's straightforward manner refreshing, his bluntness reminiscent of Sai's yet tempered with a quiet thoughtfulness.

"You know," she said after a moment, "you remind me a little of our friend Sai."

He raised an eyebrow slightly. "Oh? In what way?"

She chuckled softly. "Well, you both have a way of speaking that's very direct. It's honest. I appreciate that."

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I see. I hope it's not off-putting."

"Not at all," she assured him. "Sometimes, it's better that way. It makes conversations... simpler."

He seemed to consider her words. "Perhaps you're right," he conceded.

They arrived at Temari's house, a welcoming home with a well-kept garden that hinted at her own appreciation for greenery. Gaara opened the gate for Hinata, his gesture courteous.

"After you," he said.

"Thank you," she replied, stepping into the garden path lined with vibrant flowers.

Inside, Gaara called out, "Temari, I've brought a guest."

From another room, Temari appeared, wiping her hands on a cloth. Her eyes widened slightly upon seeing Hinata. "Hinata! What a pleasant surprise."

"Hello, Temari-san," Hinata greeted with a polite bow. "I hope I'm not intruding."

"Not at all," Temari assured her, a warm smile on her face. "It's good to see you."

Gaara excused himself. "I'll go retrieve the plant," he said, leaving the two women alone.

Temari watched him depart, a subtle glint of amusement in her eyes. She turned back to Hinata. "So, you're here with Gaara?"

"Yes," Hinata confirmed. "He kindly offered me a plant from Suna. I'm really excited to see it."

Temari's smile widened, a hint of mischief playing at the edges. "Is that so? He doesn't usually share his plants with just anyone."

Hinata blinked in surprise. "Oh, really? I suppose we do share an interest in them."

"Indeed," Temari replied, her tone light. "It's nice to see him engaging more."

They chatted amicably about recent events, and Temari asked, "Did you get home safely after our last girls' night?"

"Yes, I did," Hinata replied. "It was a lovely evening. We should do it again soon."

"Absolutely," Temari agreed. "It's been too long."

Just then, Gaara returned, carefully carrying a pot with an exquisite plant. Its leaves were a soft silvery-green, and delicate blossoms of deep crimson adorned slender stems, swaying gently as he walked.

Hinata's eyes widened with awe. "It's beautiful," she whispered, reaching out as he offered it to her.

"This is a Desert Starflower," Gaara explained. "It's native to Suna and symbolizes resilience and hope. It thrives in sunlight and requires minimal water."

She cradled the pot carefully, her fingers lightly brushing against the textured ceramic. "Thank you so much," she said sincerely. "I've never seen anything like it."

He seemed quietly pleased by her reaction. "I'm glad you like it," he said, his gaze lingering on her.

From the corner of her eye, Hinata noticed Temari watching them with a knowing smile, her arms crossed casually. There was a silent exchange between the siblings that Hinata couldn't quite decipher.

Gaara continued, "If you have any questions about caring for it, you can..." He hesitated, his eyes flickering briefly toward Temari, who raised an eyebrow at him. He cleared his throat. "You can ask Temari for assistance, since she's closer."

Hinata sensed a subtle tension but decided not to comment. "I will. Thank you again."

He nodded. "Shall I walk you out?"

"Yes, of course," she replied, turning to Temari. "It was nice seeing you."

"You too, Hinata," Temari said, her eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. "Don't be a stranger."

As they stepped back outside, the sun cast a warm glow over the quiet street. They stood together for a moment, the soft rustling of leaves filling the comfortable silence.

"I can't thank you enough for the plant," Hinata said, looking up at Gaara. "It's truly special. I'll take great care of it."

He met her gaze, his teal eyes reflecting a gentle sincerity. "I know you will," he replied softly.

She hesitated briefly before speaking again. "I've enjoyed talking with you today. I hope we can become friends."

A flicker of something crossed his features—surprise, perhaps, or maybe something deeper. "Hinata," he said slowly, "I already consider you a friend."

Her cheeks warmed at his words. "Oh, I'm glad," she said with a genuine smile. "I feel the same way."

He gave a slight nod. "If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to reach out."

"Thank you," she replied. "And if you need any recommendations for things to do with Shiki-kun while you're here, please let me know."

"I'll keep that in mind," he said, a subtle curve at the corner of his lips.

They stood there for another moment, the silence comfortable yet filled with unspoken thoughts. Hinata felt a lightness in her chest, a simple happiness that she couldn't quite place.

"Well, I should get going," she finally said, adjusting her hold on the plant.

"Safe travels," Gaara said, his voice steady.

"You too. Enjoy the rest of your stay in Konoha."

As she began to walk away, Hinata glanced back over her shoulder to see Gaara still watching her, his expression thoughtful. She offered a small wave, which he returned before turning to head back inside.

Hinata made her way down the street, cradling the Desert Starflower carefully. The delicate blossoms seemed to glow softly in the sunlight, and she couldn't help but admire their beauty. Gaara truly had a deep understanding of plants.

XXXXXXX

Later that evening…

Sasuke walked beside Hinata through the quiet streets, their path leading toward the training grounds. The sun was beginning to dip, casting long, soft shadows that stretched across the ground. He glanced sideways at her, catching the calm but faintly distracted expression on her face. She'd insisted on training, but he'd wondered if maybe she should be resting instead. It wasn't long ago that the attack had happened, and the memory of it still clawed at him occasionally, an unbidden image that surfaced and stirred a deep, protective anger.

Still, Hinata seemed determined, and perhaps training would help her shake off any lingering tension or stress. He caught the way her gaze drifted now and then, distant, as though pulled into thoughts she didn't want to revisit. That was enough reason for him to agree to join her today. If anyone should be here with her, it was him.

As they walked, he observed her from the corner of his eye, his thoughts drifting to the scene he'd come across earlier in the day: Gaara walking beside her, his brother trailing close behind. The memory brought a tightening to Sasuke's chest. What had they been doing, anyway? Gaara had been looking at her in that soft, unreadable way of his, and something about it irked him.

Sasuke's jaw clenched, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as his gaze dropped to Hinata. He knew Gaara's look all too well—quiet, careful, and, to anyone less perceptive, discreet. But Sasuke could see right through it. The redhead's interest in her was subtle, but unmistakable, held in the way his gaze lingered a fraction too long or how he spoke in that soft tone he reserved for only a few. Gaara hadn't said anything to Hinata, that much was clear, and maybe it was for the best.

But it was irritating all the same.

Sasuke walked, brow furrowed, glaring at Hinata as if his stare alone could pry the answers he wanted out of her. Why were they together? Not that he cared. No, of course not. He didn't care. He just wanted to know what they had been up to.

"So… what exactly were you and Gaara doing?" His voice was more gruff than usual, but he ignored it.

Hinata blinked up at him with her usual soft expression. "We were just talking…about flowers, mostly." She paused, then added, "And other things."

Sasuke's eye twitched. "Other things? Like what?"

Her smile widened ever so slightly, and something about it made Sasuke's stomach knot. She looked too calm, which only made him feel more unsettled. Why couldn't she just give a straight answer?

"Why, Sasuke-onii-chan…" she started, and something about the way she said that made his blood pressure spike, "are you worried about your sister talking to Gaara alone?"

Sasuke stiffened. His brain screeched to a halt. "W-What?"

"Sasuke-onni-chan," she repeated, almost sweetly, with that same infuriatingly calm smile, "you seem a bit…worried."

That word again. "Worried? No, I'm not concerned. Why would I be concerned?" He practically spat the words, but inside, he felt the unmistakable burn of embarrassment creeping up his neck. It was just Hinata—Hinata—and he didn't care who she talked to.

Except his mouth didn't seem to agree, because he opened it again, much to his dismay. "But what else did you talk about?"

She looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, and then, to his utter dismay, that smile returned. "You're not…jealous, are you?"

Sasuke recoiled. "Jealous? Of Gaara?" His voice cracked. "Don't be ridiculous."

But Hinata just tilted her head, an almost angelic look of innocence on her face, like she hadn't just asked him something absurd. "It's okay, Sasuke-niisan. I won't tell anyone."

That did it. The knot in his chest twisted painfully. "Onii-chan"—again! Why did it bother him so much? His fists clenched tightly at his sides. "Stop calling me that," he snapped, harsher than he intended.

Hinata looked up at him, her lavender eyes widening slightly in surprise. "But aren't I?" she asked softly, tilting her head. "You told me once—no, twice—that I was like a sister to you."

Her words struck him like a blow. Karma was slapping him across the face. Those past comments were biting him now, each one a reminder of his own foolishness. Back then, it had been easier to label her as a sister, to keep her at arm's length rather than confront the unsettling feelings she stirred within him. But seeing her with Gaara, the easy way they walked together—it had ignited a jealousy he couldn't ignore.

Was she doing this on purpose? The thought flashed through his mind. Was she rubbing it in his face, pushing his buttons deliberately? He didn't know whether to be impressed by her boldness or annoyed at himself for caring so much. It was infuriating, this mix of emotions he wasn't used to grappling with.

Sasuke stood there, jaw tight, struggling to find the right words. He didn't want her to know that seeing her with Gaara had bothered him—that it still bothered him. The realization of his feelings was unsettling, and he wasn't ready to face it, let alone admit it to her.

He could feel a heat rising under his skin, a combination of frustration and something deeper that he wasn't prepared to name. Without another word, he turned away abruptly, his voice strained as he muttered, "It doesn't matter. Forget it."

But as he walked ahead, he was acutely aware of her gaze lingering on him, that gentle, questioning look that only made his chest tighten further. The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken thoughts. This was all his own doing, he knew. His past words, his denial—they were coming back to haunt him now.

Sasuke clenched his fists, trying to quell the turmoil inside. He didn't know how to fix this, how to navigate these newfound feelings. All he knew was that the idea of Hinata with someone else—with Gaara—was unacceptable. And yet, he had only himself to blame.

It was irritating.