*Six months late.*

*Spends one week doing this chapter.*

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6:25 A.M.

She should be asleep. Tucked under her dark satin comforter with her head upon the many pillows that litters the top of her bed. But she couldn't will herself to fall into the deep slumber her body craves.

Through the lingering haze of sleep, she sits back on the bench in front of her dresser. The thin, silky pristine white robe hangs on her forearms, revealing the matching form-fitting nightgown underneath.

Dark circles under wide, puffy eyes is what stares back, while dark hair hangs in her face and over her shoulders messily.

To the left of her, the window is cracked open, allowing the crisp air to sweep in and sway the pink curtains in a light dance.

The night sky and stars had both surrender an hour ago, darkness slowly morphing to fill the sky with shades of orange, magenta, amber and rose as shimmering golden rays exposes nature's true vibrancy.

The soft glow of the sun promises the start of a brand new day. But it does nothing to stop the suffocating dread that clouds her.

The chorus of birdsongs comes next. As they hop from branch to branch and flutter their wings in the air, their song- so high and sweet, never cease. The soft tune in her ears makes her want to follow it. To throw the windows wide open and watch as their silhouettes soar through the sky with the rising sun. But her legs refuse to move.

Lavender eyes falls shut, a shaky breath escapes her lips.

All night her mind is restless as it plays out each day she spent free of pain.

She can still smell the heavy down pour and taste the growing fear as her body was forced to the hard ground, the pressure of a heavy boot pinning her down is just a reminder of the many that had power over her.

She can still hear the sound of fist connecting to skin over, and over again. She remembers thinking the worse- more pain; humiliation- only to be surprise in the end. She couldn't help the look of awe, confusion and fear that painted her face because there stood in a circle of groaning and battered teens that hunted her down, was a lone figure she didn't know.

Due to mist of the rain, his drenched onyx hair, and her low point of view, she could only make out a bit of his face.

But when he glances over his shoulder, and the way he fixed sharp onyx eyes on her- it was then she realized just who stood before her. The boy she saw only days prior- He stood tall, red smeared and dripping, coating his still trembling fist. Sharp onyx eyes were doused in anger and something else she hadn't recognized. But that was okay because her attention drew to his lips next. His mouth was pulled down into a frown, puffs of smoke escaping through as he spoke. She can't really remember exactly what it was he said to her. She was too stunned to move, let alone respond. This couldn't be real, her mind whispered. Someone- a stranger had jumped into the fray without a second thought. For her.

She stopped trying to keep a positive mind long ago. To believe everything would be okay because as much as she prays for it to be so, nothing beautiful and kind ever last in a world like this. She learned that the hard way.

Even under the heavy down pour, his footsteps echoed loudly in her ears with each slow step he took. She wants to move- to run far away from this sickening scene but her breath is caught in her throat and her body once again froze under his hard gaze. She can only imagine how she looked: Dirty and bruised from head to toe. Wide eyes and mouth hanging open in a silent horror.

It's embarrassing.

It's sad.

It's pathetic.

But that didn't stop him from offering his swelling, crimson hand to her.

Right then, something changed. Whether it was the gut feeling bubbling deep inside her fighting her still processing instincts or how drained her body had now become, wanting to shut down that very moment, clouding her thoughts and beliefs- something changed because now she was actually debating whether to take that leap- to once again give into that sweet sliver of hope or turn away and continue to move mechanically just as she's done before.

With a shaky breath, she took his hand.

Since then, it didn't matter what she distracted herself with because those dark onyx eyes always returned.

And how unnerving that was. She was always aware of those sharp eyes on her, scrutinizing her. (Not that he even tried to hide it) And when she would entertain him by meeting his gaze, she could practically see the gears working in his head. He wants to bring down her walls. To break through her impenetrable mask and see all that makes her who she is.

But then he'll see every weakness, every flaws and exploit it- No, she couldn't have that.

She kept to herself. She buried her emotions and clipped her tone.

But her eyes said otherwise. Through years of practice, it was easy to deliver a clear message through a single cold gaze. But the longer she tried to fight it; the longer she remained in his presence, the harder it became to conceal everything.

And soon enough, her cold gaze melts, letting everything finally slip through before him.

Hinata scoffs softly.

Against her better judgement, she opened her mouth to share a part of her. It was a big step, but she had never more pathetic. She heard how weak she sounded and tasted how bitter fear was. But she couldn't stop herself. She is always afraid to be judged, to be used. But she couldn't deny how good it felt open up. To speak- to share something deep with someone else and actually listen.

She knew he had long ago picked up how anxious she felt, knew that she was hiding of something. It's not something she can easily rid of, nor is it easy to fool someone for so long. But it's normal to feel this way. So why did he feel the need to go the extra mile to protect her? He doesn't know her story. He barely knows her yet his words had assured that she wasn't alone. His actions proved that she was safe. And his voice pleaded for her to stay. To break away from the suffocating hold. To put all her trust into him.

But I didn't. I couldn't.

Instead she allowed herself to be ensnared in the shadows of the two towering ominous figures. She doesn't turn back- she knew just how hard it must've been to watch her go after everything because it felt so. But it's all she knows.

Sasuke.. Mikoto... If it weren't for the protection, the shelter, the patience, she would have been far worse than when they first saw her. She wouldn't have been exposed to such kindness.

They've patched her up. They've fed her. They've clothed her. They gave her more than enough reason to entertain the thought of trust.

They treated her as if.. as if she was someone they wouldn't give up on.

They defended her.

They did all this without asking for anything in return.

But how long would it have last?

It wouldn't, her mind answers. She shouldn't bury herself in this..illusion just for the disappointment to hit harder in the end. No, she wouldn't to do that to herself. Not again.

Her mind is on a roll, she can't help but reflect on all the dumb mistakes she's made.

Her mind is on a roll, she can't help but reflect on all the dumb mistakes she's made.

For one thing, she knew how risky it is to stay in one place for long. She knew to be careful, to keep her emotions in check but she was so lost in her thoughts and too deep in her feelings that she had basically set herself up. She can only be mad at herself. But how would I've known they were looking for me? Besides Tomoya, I didn't think anyone would've bothered.. But the moment they showed and explain exactly why they were on the hunt, it all became clear.

As grateful as she is, that day should have never happened. Not only was Tomoya's friends catching her off guard a problem, it's a problem she could deal with. What she couldn't deal with is ensnaring innocent people into her ever-growing web of troubles.

She'd have to change her plan, her decides. As soon as her injuries were healed, she would slip away unnoticed. She would then return back to Cosmo's and figure things out from there. Simple, she foolishly thought.

From the little that she was exposed to during her stay in her savior's home, it always had her mind thinking- wondering daily of how they function because it was just that different.

As an outsider looking in, even she could sense the faint traces of sadness that still lingers like a faint fragrance. But she didn't fret for long because it's drowning in a place of strong love and fond memories. She saw it in the pictures that hang the walls of the long halls. She saw it in their faces when they pass by or greet her. In the way they interact with one another, and in their hands when handling anything delicate.

She has only been there for a short while yet these were the things she couldn't ignore or forget. It's strange.

To her, they're strangers. Strangers who had opened their home to her but didn't abuse the power they clearly had over her. They didn't rush but took their time trying to understand her. They didn't kick her out despite her silence and lack of verbal appreciation. Instead they made sure she was comfortable in their foreign home. They didn't yell or hiss but spoke soft and kindly. And as much as this change was a breath of fresh air, this is why she prefers to stay to herself. Not only was receiving such kindness is like speaking a completely different language, it was hard to change ones opinion on her once they decided. She didn't want him to look at her like every one else does.

But he does. She could practically feel the anger- the confusion, the disappointment radiating off Sasuke's body and voice when her hand slipped from his.

It nearly broke her. But she was born to remain alone, and she's accepted that.

It's less complicated. Less things to feel. Less people to let down..

Oh, how she loathes her dark, twisted mind. She wants nothing more than her mind to stop replaying every memory like some sick joke. It doesn't matter the time of day, or how tired she was, her mind just won't let her rest.

The intense atmosphere. The yelling. The hidden gleam in Tarou's eyes as he spew harsh words, making her feel worthless. It all keeps her awake.

But all of that doesn't even compare to the image of both males towering over her the second they returned home. Brown eyes glowing in rage while faded green gleams in utter glee and satisfaction. And if that wasn't an indication of how they truly felt, then it's the aching sting on her cheek and shoulder that still throbs.

Hinata cringe.

With Tomoya's fingers digging into her upper arm, he quickly leads her away to the waiting car. Opening the door, he shoves her inside before rounding the back to the other side.

"-you can forget about the reward since you've been keeping her here all this time!" Spat Tarou.

Angrily, Tarou plops down in the drivers seat and slams the door on his side close. The roar of the ignition comes to life, drowning out the tense silence. His meaty hands grips the wheel as he steps on the gas pedal. His brown eyes- wide with fury- sends one last glare to all three Uchiha's before pulling and speeding off the property.

Hinata keeps her head low, allowing her hair to shield her view in false comfort. She doesn't have the strength to look back at the house. At him.

How easy it was to pull away from his grasp- not because he was eager to see her go, but because every part of his body went on pause as his thoughts struggled to catch up with what was happening. Struggling to process each and every word that was thrown into the air. And in the short window, she was able to slip away- to relieve him and Mikoto the stress she would undoubtedly bring the longer she stayed.

She doesn't need to see how his eyes take in more light than expected in utter shock, confusion, and anger because she knows it's there. She could faintly hear it in the tone of his voice as he spoke to his brother and mother in the entryway.

It's been mere minutes since they took to the street and not a word spoken. So she takes a chance- watering lavender eyes hesitantly rose from her lap to peak at his profile through dark bangs.

Tarou's face, like any other day is set in a permanent scowl. Hatred and anger pours out of him in waves and the intense heat of his eyes burns bright.

She compares his rage like a storm. The way his body shields the high light as he rolls his body to it's full height, looming over her like dark, ominous clouds. The flashes of lightening flickering in brown eyes as he fix his sour glare on her. The intimidating growl and harsh words that escapes through curling lips resembles thunder- how the sudden crack in the air leaves a startling effect on her.

She's seen the signs countless times to knows the squall will pass over soon.

But this time is different. Now, he sits in a silent rage- one that she can only describe as a frozen fury that burns. He doesn't hiss. He doesn't speak. He doesn't even shift his gaze to the rear view mirror to throw a disapproving glare at her like he's done in the past. Instead he ignores her. Tarou sits up in his seat, both hands that's flushed a raw red are kept on the wheel, his grip strangling tight.

For the first time in her life, Hinata wish he would yell- rather to get everything off his chest right then and there than having his anger tucked inside- boiling at a high temperature.

This time, she has no clue of the things that runs ramped in his mind. And it scares her.

Her insides turn violently.

Tearing her gaze away from him, Hinata looks up at the rear view mirror to catch watchful faded green. Tomoya too, is silent. But she could easily detect the smugness in his gleaming eyes.

Tomoya looks at her so much, she wouldn't be surprise if he could actually see through her. As if her entire being was transparent and he was fascinated by all that he saw. His eyes that once held those comforting soft expressions is now the complete opposite. It's as meeting an ominous stranger after dark ever time she locks gazes with him and it makes her sick to her stomach.

It's in those long looks he give that shows her the unexplained bitterness. It's in those long looks he give that she can easily detect the heated passion that is forbidden- the hidden danger dancing in them. It's in those long looks that has her on edge.

Lavender eyes quickly flicks over to the window to peer at the moving scenery.

But even the smiling people and loving smaller homes aren't enough to distract the growing soft panic.

Without warning, both her and Tomoya's back is forced further into the leather seat as Tarou jerks the wheel around, swerving around other cars. The strong wave of annoyance and road rage in drivers blooms as multiple car honks at the reckless act. But of course it rolls off his shoulders and fades into the wind as he doesn't bat an eye and increases the speed.

Hinata's hands are clasped together, her thumbs circling around one another until her nails scrape into her pale skin in habit, but she barely notices. The only thing she's aware of is the sound of her heart throbbing against the cage of her chest.

No matter what she does, she can't seem to get her body to fall in line. The harder she pushes, the more compressed emotions leaks. She can't hide the growing fear in her eyes. Not the hitch of breaths as she attempts the slow, breathing technique. And the tremor her body gives, tells how little control she truly has over herself.

Her towering walls. Her indestructible mask. The little sliver of hope- it all falters. Crumbling for the hundredth time- leaving her bare, defenseless, and submerged in darkness once more.

It takes a long while, but when the car finally pulls into the driveway, lavender eyes don't flick over until the sound of keys being yanks out and the hum of the car dies on her ears.

For a while Hinata doesn't move. Doesn't force herself to make a break for it. Doesn't even blinks as she watches Tarou throws his seatbelt off his person and rolls out the car in seconds.

Tarou doesn't wait- he rounds the vehicle and throws her door open, seething. Waiting.

The car door on the left of her closes loudly, startling her out of her swirling mind. Hinata tears her gaze away from the looming man before her and focuses to unclasp the seatbelt. Small clammy, pale hands fidgets for a moment in an attempt to mentally prepare for what she knew was to come.

But the second the safety band was off her person, Tarou's large hand is clasped on her forearm, pulling her on her feet. With quick movement, Tarou yanks her close to cup a heavy hand on the back of her neck, gripping.

He walks a fast pace and drags her along, leaving Tomoya to stroll after them.

Undoing the door, Tarou shows little to no care of discarding his shoes as he enters the house first and shoves her forward.

Hinata barely catches herself on her knees and hands, the reoccurring dull ache shooting through her limbs. "You got a lot of nerves embarrassing me like that."

His foot connects to her shoulder, forcing her onto her side. Hinata's body trembles as she struggles into a sitting position, cowering under Tarou's towering form. "I don't know why you continue to make me look like a complete fool! I work hard. I keep a roof over your damn head and all you do is bring trouble and shame to the family's name. You take everything I've done for granted and I've had it, Hinata!"

His meaty fingers coiled into fists, only to come undone and repeat- as if trying to convince the wave of fury to seep out and roll off him. But to rid years of build up anger is hard to swallow.

He isn't the only one blinded by these intense feelings. She's drowning in emotion she had no intention of ever feeling- ever expressing. Long has it fester in the pit of her stomach and is now sitting heavily on her tongue, only seconds from being spat out- except she doesn't utter a single breath of it.

She refuses him the sick, satisfaction of her being brought down to his level. To truly crumble under his boot. To reveal the depth of words, feelings, and thoughts that runs rampant inside her.

Hinata crawls back, but Tarou meaty hands twists the front of the large black hoodie and yank her in an awkward position on her knees. She tries to pry his grip off but she's far too weak- her hands can't even wrap around his wrist.

"This will be the last time you pull this shit again, do you hear me?"

Hinata holds still. The whites of her eyes are red, brimming with hot tears. But she keeps her gaze locked right on his. With her lips pressed together tightly, she holds a weak front.

It's the small spark of defiance sitting in her eyes that pushes him over the edge.

With anger roaring in his eyes like water currents, an immaculate hunger twisting his insides as he lurched forward, pouncing at the girl with the luminous lavender eyes. She had flouted him repeatedly. Refusing to submit to the rules and offer only disrespect. And it's going to stop now.

The warning thought of consequence is nonexistent as in the next second, his heavy hand catches the right side of her face in a loud clap. Hinata spins and falls from the force of it, her loud scream bounces and echoes throughout the foyer.

Tarou doesn't stop there- he could feel her body shake and squirm under his hold as her delicate frame is pinned beneath his body. He see's the gushing of tears soaking down her face. Hears her broken sobs. Feels her nails weakly claw into his skin. And it only makes him angrier.

Standing to his full height, Tarou turns his body half way, brown eyes darkening as he flex his hand. "Now get out of my face before I do something I will regret."

His shoes clicks against the polished floors as he storms away from her twitching form.

Hinata curls in on herself. Her shoulder shook as she sobs openly, hot tears stings her aching face, and drips between her fingers. The pain, sadness and anger come in waves, stronger than the last.

Lost in a world of pain, she almost doesn't hear footsteps nearing. When a pair of brown and white shoes stops in front of her, she whimpers. But when no sudden pain is added to her weaken body, lavender eyes hesitantly looks up through drenched fingers to see gleaming faded green.

Tomoya doesn't bother to hide his feelings. Perfect teeth are on full display in a grin as he chuckles at the sight of her.

Crouching to one knee, he reaches over and places a hand on top of her head in a gentle ruffle.

Hinata flinch at the touch.

Tomoya's hand slides down to cup her unharmed cheek, a haunting expression of delight, and smug settling on his face. "I'm glad your back, Hime."

Leaning forward, he press a soft kiss to the top of her head before pressing his forehead against hers. Faded green eyes close and he exhales deeply.

Terrified lavender could only stare- watching as his eyes slowly opens and stares deeply into hers. He pulls away then, and rise to his feet.

Tomoya turns to follows after his father, but not before his pleased expression falls. And just like a switch, faded green eyes flicks back to hers in warning.

Lavender eyes blinks back into reality.

Her stomach shifts uneasily and she notice her hands are around her person in a hug, her nails locked in the silky fabric, pinching and adding more marks into her skin.

The uncomfortable nipping has her quickly retracting her hands, but then they hang in the air, unsure what to do with them.

After a moment, Hinata slowly brushes strands of long dark hair over to one shoulder before lowering her hands to her lap where she subconsciously clasp them, her thumbs circling.

Light eyes travels over the exposed skin until it lands on the welting cut that sits below her eye where his rings caught her. Repeatedly. There wasn't a crimson trickle, but the stinging and inflation still remains.

Lavender eyes rose then, to the few pictures that litters the upper portion of the high mirror in front of her.

The corner of her lips doesn't curls into a light smile as she remember vividly of each and every one of them.

Most of them were of her and Meisa, all of which holds everything pleasant. There are also a small handful of her and Tomoya back when they were younger- when everything was easier. And only one family picture that's tucked in the upper right corner.

Rising from her feet, Hinata carefully pulls down the photo before flopping back down in the seat, drained. Heavy lids lowers as she stares down at the four of them.

They had taken this picture in celebration. A full year since she had stepped through the door and was brought into their lives..

A beautiful white blazer, a salmon colored shirt with white pants, and pumps is what Meisa had chose to wear. With her face lightly made up, her long hair is curled down over her shoulders and down her back in pretty waves.

Behind her, Hinata could practically feel the wave of excitement pouring out of the bouncing women.

Lavender eyes peers down at her shiny white shoes that peaks out from the soft, short sleeves flaring pink and white Lolita dress she's in. Meisa had gushed about her appearance more than she could count, and each compliment caused her pink cheeks turn a shade darker.

It wasn't like she wasn't use this- Meisa loves to dress her up in pretty dresses. Do her hair, and take loads of pictures to create memories or whatever the reason was. Today seems different, though.

The furniture in the living room had been rearranged to create more space that clearly wasn't needed. And every where you look and corner you turn, the soft colors of pink and white decorations are in your face.

The room is filled to the brim of unfamiliar guests that comes and goes, wandering about the large home. And when they come across her, they all deliver warm smiles and congrats her way to which she cowers under the sudden attention.

Aside from the smiling guests, the decorations, and the confusing congratulating praise, it's hard to ignore the extra pep in Meisa's step. On her face is her award-winning smile that is far wider than she's use to seeing. She moves around, engaging in conversation with everyone- which is normal, but the wave of excitement fails to cease.

Beside her Tomoya stands wearing a pressed blue buttoned down shirt, khaki pants and shoes that Meisa surprisingly didn't have to wrestled him in. He seems compliant and calm as his natural gray hair still sits neatly and his clothes clean. Though she could tell his calm demeanor is slowly chipping as he once again fidgets with the collar of his shirt.

Tomoya halts his act once he catches wide, worried lavender eyes on him. Removing his hand from his collar to the back of his head, he smiles sheepishly.

Smiling softly, lavender eyes lowers momentarily before shifting to gaze at the man looming over them. With a black tie done around his neck neatly, Tarou stands behind Tomoya in a crisp white button down shirt that is tucked into his black slacks with shiny black shoes. Identical natural gray hair is too combed, parted down the middle to brush over his shoulders.

Tarou's face is set in it's usual scowl as he focuses on adjusting the cufflinks on the cuffs.

It's when a pair of manicured hands placed on her shoulders does Hinata tear her curious gaze away from the man. Crouching, Meisa dials her voice down and leans in close to speak directly in her ear as if she had the biggest secret to share. "Today's a special day, Hinata. Do you know why?"

Hinata shakes her head. "Today marks the day I brought you home. This is your first family picture. Isn't it exciting?" Meisa gushes. She pulls the small child into a strong hug, and presses a kiss to her cubby red cheeks.

A full year.. Suddenly a wave of longing and sadness hugs her like a thick blanket at the thought. Has it really been that long since she last saw her mother and father? Of him?

Not a day goes by where doesn't think of that night. Of the feeling of her parents hands as they lead her into the ballroom. Of the quirk of their lips when they smile. Of their comforting presence. Everything had been perfect. Now she's left to use the memory of their content and reserved faces to calm her, to lull her to sleep after drenching herself in tears for the hundredth time.

But she also couldn't ignore all that Meisa has done for her. Meisa gave everything she needs. Yearns for. She shouldn't be sad, or wondering about the what if's. She's grateful, truly.

Meisa does her best to make her happy. Comfortable. Smile.

Hinata turns her head slightly to stare into Meisa's gleaming eyes. She may never be able to rid those lingering feelings set deep in her young heart. But, she could ignore them.

For Meisa.

For herself.

A smile full of innocence breaches on her baby face before she tears her gaze away just as the smile slowly crumbles. Lavender eyes stares straight ahead at the patiently waiting photographer.

The corners of his lips quirks upward, offering her a kind smile, to which he doesn't receive back.

"Let's get this over with already." Grumbles Tarou. He wraps one arms around his wife and pulls her close.

"Alright." Tomoya shifts closer, a light blush going unnoticed as his shoulder lightly bumping into hers. The photographer hides his face behind the impressive looking camera, his finger lightly grazing the button. "Say, cheese-"

"Wait!"

Startled, everyone draws their attention to Meisa, a handful of laughter erupting from the crowd at her antics. Her soft hands gently grips Hinata's shoulders reassuringly as she faces her husband. "Switch with me."

"Hah?!"

But Meisa doesn't wait. She tugs him in her place and steps behind to take his. Now placing her hand on Tomoya's shoulders, Meisa either doesn't see or blatantly ignores the uncomfortable tremor that passes through Hinata as she beams a bright smile at the photographer. "Okay. Now we're ready!"

Tarou rolls his eyes as he wraps his arm around her once more. "What was the whole point of that?" Silently, Hinata too wonders the questionable act but neither of them receives an answer.

"..If you're sure." Smiled the photographer.

Tarou doesn't place his hand on her shoulder like Meisa had. But his close proximity has her nervous nonetheless.

They're not given any warning- the blinding flash takes her by surprise, and then there's a round of applause from their guests. Hinata jumps at both startling exclaims. She brings small fists to soothe her eyes, unintentionally encouraging the adults to coo at the innocent act.

"You're now officially apart of the family!" Hinata turns to Tomoya. She watch as he intertwines his hand in hers before looking back into bright, faded green eyes. "I'm glad."

Closing wide, tear stained eyes, Hinata gives the kind smile back.

To this day she still wasn't given an answer though she had an idea. She had a feeling that it was Meisa's attempt to build both her and Tarou relationship. Meisa has many talents but being subtle isn't one of them. At first she didn't think much of it when she'd bring up that day and gush about how perfect the two looked. But now looking back, she can see Meisa's motive. She would create situations that involved the two in hopes that it'll spark something and open up to each other.

Tarou isn't known for kind words (at least not in her presence) so maybe Meisa was hoping that Tarou would show it through actions.

But it didn't happened. And it never will.

The first time she laid eyes on him, she could feel the intimidation, anger, and power radiating off of Tarou in strong waves. He never made it a habit to acknowledging her existence- but that was okay because she too kept her distance.

Over the years, Hinata had no choice but to come to terms that nothing good would ever come out in getting to know him better. Which lead her to gravitate towards Meisa. Not only did she feel the most comfortable in her presence, her love will always be enough.

Where Meisa presented a mothering love, encouraging words, and hope. It was the confidence, protection, and gentle air in Tomoya that drew her in.

Through his actions and encouraging smiles, Tomoya had it drilled into her head that she would always come first. That she will be loved. Important. And she ran with it- holding onto every bit of attention, praise, and touch like her life depended on it.

She could see herself needing those memories to stay with her back then. To soothe her when the bad ones breaks through to erase all good. And at times, she still needs them. She doesn't acknowledge them often, rather preferring to have them fade and leave her empty, but they were simpler times- a time that she can't go back to.

It's just a reminder of all that was taken from her, and replaced with.

If she could have her way, she'd rid all memories. Because memories leads to fleeting thoughts- aching and longing feeling that she could live without.

Sighing softly, lavender eyes lands back on the weak image of herself. She couldn't say she was happy with what she saw, because she isn't.

She needs to leave. She knows this but, she can't.

Not yet..

Lavender eyes flicks back down to Meisa's smiling face.

I'm sorry.

Finding enough strength to pull herself out of the chair, Hinata moves to secure the picture behind another before slowly making her way to her closet on weak legs. Sliding the door open, lavender eyes scans the row of expensive dresses, blouses, skirts and shoes that is hung neatly. Pushing the clothes aside, she reaches for one of the freshly pressed uniforms.

Gathering all clothes needed, Hinata exits her room and quietly makes her way down the dark hall and into the bathroom. Locking the door behind her, she proceeds to shed her nightwear, allowing the smooth satin material to fall around her ankles.

Stepping into the shower, a chill passes through her curling toes and spread throughout her body when her feet touch the icy tiled floor. Grabbing the dial, the high shower head releases a strong pressure of steaming drops. And soon, steam fills the bathroom.

Tipping her head down, Hinata closes her eyes, allowing the heavy stream to darken and soak her hair thoroughly, trickling down her back. The sensation of the water rushing down her body does wonders to her sore muscles.

Tucking the long strands behind her ears, Hinata clasp and rests her hands on the back of her neck, watching as the clear water circle and dip into the drain as she contemplates what to do.

It isn't easy to leave even when it's the only option available. She's thought long and hard on this countless time- the concept of running away is not as simple as it seems. For a flawless escape, there's a lot to consider.

If asked years ago, she would've said this home would be the place she would always look forward returning to. To wake up early and see the smiling faces that grew on her. A strong place of love would make departing all the more harder, she suppose. She could picture it- In the mist of doing that final lap around your childhood home, she would drag lingering fingers along all she come to know in a brief but meaningful goodbye.

Her younger self would surely cry if she was told that one day she was destined to leave everything behind- to sever their bond that she believed was unbreakable.

But to have that image of home- that safety she's grown too comfortable in stripped away far too early and unexpectedly, left her resenting those tainted memories than savior it.

Now, her heart doesn't feel like it's being pierced by a dagger at the thought of leaving.

She's ready.

But without a solid plan, the significant essentials packed, and securing a location to go to, she's just asking for the worst to happen. Well it's a good thing you had long packed and safely tucked away a bag of importance back at Cosmos, so that solves that, her mind helpfully chimes.

Even so, she couldn't forget the most important thing- considering the people that'll be most affect with her absence.

Fortunately for her, her list is rather short.

She has no friends. No family. Nothing. With Tomoya using her for his own sick twisted entertainment and Tarou only seeing her as nothing but an inconvenience, Meisa has been the one who defined what a mother's love should feel like. And if it weren't for her- Hinata shakes her head. She won't finish that thought.

Of course, that doesn't stop her bitter mind from reminding her of the sudden absence and unexpectedly long radio silence from Said only mother figure.

Where is she now?

Okay, that isn't fair.. Hinata chides. As protective as she is, Meisa couldn't devote all her time to her. Meisa has a life of her own and besides, it's not like she abandoned her. Meisa never gave her any reason to doubt her so she wouldn't. She'll keep her word about helping her. She will.

Sure, the process of finding her family had been slow. But she can't fault anyone for that. She knew it would take a while until they stumble upon a decent lead. And not only that- they're basically going off of what she remembers too which isn't much. She was too young when it happened, so she doesn't remember everything, let alone the reason of it- which, okay, part of her is somewhat grateful as she doesn't want to relive the traumatic memories, and then some. Still, it's information needed.

The things she does remember is that the incident had resulted in people being murdered the night of her birthday and she, kidnapped.

Kidnapped.. There were things that happened. Things that she was forced to witness. She's never told anyone, not even Meisa all the horrors her young eyes saw during her time in that dark place in fear that word would get around and back to them. To him.

Her list of people she cares for may falls short, but there's a long list of people who would love nothing more than to get their hands on her. To bask in her withering in agony beneath the heel of their boots.

She knows this yet no matter what she does, she just can't seem to stop attracting unwanted attention. She doesn't puff out her chest and stand tall in feign confidence or intimidation. She doesn't dress the part, doesn't speak up or smile easy because that's not who she is. She's small. Weak. An easy prey.

Is that what separates her from the rest? That encourages such hatred and negativity?

Constantly surrounded by many, she's learnt from experience that anyone can pose a threat. So she does her best to not err- to avoid setting anyone off but somehow that's all she did. And once their rage is triggered, violence is sure to follow.

It's unavoidable.

Hinata reaches to grab the red and white bottle off the shower caddy. Popping the lid open, she squeezes a decent amount into her hand and works up a frothy white mass slowly before applying it to her hair.

It's rare, but on the days when her mind is kind enough to gift her silence that would last throughout the day, she always looked forward for when she is able to close her eyes as her head hits the pillow, and allows her mind to surrender to the realm of dreams.

What she dreams, is the place that started it all..

Breathing steady and heart strong, her steps are muffled by the plush carpet as she runs. She cuts down many identically long halls, but not once does she pause to focus on all that's around her.

When she turns down the last hall, her run slows down to a calm walk until she inches from her destination.

Her breathing isn't rapid or shallow, and her thoughts don't accelerate inside her head. Her body doesn't tremble in fear because she fears..nothing. In fact, she remains still. Calm.

Alone in the well lit hall, she stood. She doesn't bother turning around to put a face to the incoherent voices behind her because they're soon drowned out by the strong wind that suddenly picks up, hitting against the house and jostling the double door in front of her- the glass door where older lavender eyes focus to stare back at her.

It was startling at first, spotting the small, random changes her mind thought was fit to make. But over time she's gotten use it. Now, it's like a game- pinpointing what changed and what didn't. Like how her ears would pick up the soft music that escape the ballroom just down a few halls- the familiar tune that's usually faint, no longer exists. Or how she stares past her reflection and into the garden- specifically the glistening snow that years ago laid untouched. Now, lays a fresh track of footprints that she knows doesn't belong to her if the size were any indication. Or how instead of a younger version of herself reflecting in the clear glass, she stares at her present self.

Neatly plucked eyebrows furrows slightly and straight teeth worrying her glossy, plump bottom lip as she takes herself in.

She's dressed in designer rags- a cream colored cashmere turtleneck sweater that fits annoyingly snug. A black and white pleaded skirt that stops too short, and uncomfortable but stylish tall black boots. Long dark hair that's expensively cut is parted on the side, obscuring her vision on her right side, while on the left is tucked behind her pierced ear. Any move she makes, the jewelry around her neck, wrist and fingers glistens in every light, catching attention easily. At this point she doesn't resist when perfectly done nails digs into the material of the small designer bag that's strapped to her wrist at the sight of herself.

Yet despite the disgust bubbling deep in the pit of her stomach, her face still remains calm because for once there's not a trace of tiredness in her posture. There's no tears streaming down her face. No hidden fear in her eyes. No scars.

But what stands out the most in this posh look is the well worn bulky sweater she favors, draped loosely around her shoulders. Holes, tears, and stains decorates it, ruining the perfect image expected of her.

Dark strands falls forward as she looks down at the faded sweater. With a soft smile, Hinata wraps the thin fabric around herself.

After a moment, she raises her head to stare at the double doors. Blinking, Hinata reaches out to place a hand to the chilled glass before bringing the other. And with all her strength, she pushes against the heavy doors until they swung open.

Hinata reacts Instinctively- raising an arm as she bows her head to one side, lavender eyes squeezes shut as the harsh winds rushing in with a strong force. The crisp air whips through her hair and ruffles through her clothes.

She could feel the hairs on her arm rise and the newly forming bumps dancing across her skin is hard to ignore. But as the violent whispers of the wind lulls into a calmer one, Hinata bravely lowers her arm and looks on.

Hinata closes her eyes and takes a moment to inhales the crisp air. And when she reopens them, she exhales, watching as her breath rises into white puffs. before tilting her head up to peer upward.

She prefers the night as it's the only time where she can take a pause. Her head is constantly stuffed with rambling thoughts, though around this time is where she can see her them more vividly. To her, it's easier to detach herself from that days excitement and do all she would never be allowed to when the sun was out. To truly be herself.

She doesn't receive questionable or worried gazes as she sheds her clothes to reveal the scars she's collected over the years. She doesn't get backlash when she finally release the builded up tears she refused to released hours ago. And she can project all her insecurities to the night sky without judgement.

She's comfortable whispering, exposing her flaws and imperfections because after everything is done and said, a light breeze would sweep through the open window and dance along her bare skin.

It's like sharing a secret between two friends, she suppose. A promise that everything spoken is never brought up until nighttime rolls around again. It's comforting.

Still, it does nothing to stop the demons residing within her. They're still out to play. Feasting- growing stronger off her heightened emotions and working to bring out the very worst. But tonight is different.

Tonight, there's a comforting presence in the silent and eerie still. Plush clouds doesn't drift in the sea of darkness above and speckled stars are absent, leaving the black sky bare. But even as the pure darkness tries to hide most of the world from her, it only makes the full, lonely moon stand out more beautifully.

No air stirs the snow or leaves, but the drop of temperature eases on in though now she stands unfazed.

The rapid shower had long settled. Concealing everything it could touch in perfect white- which meant she lost her chance to childishly stick out her tongue to catch the gentle flakes. The disappointment is short lived because the urge to run outside to throw a handful of snow into the air and twirl as it rains down brightens her back up.

The snow has wrap everything in a calm yet silent coldness that is comforting in its own special way. The powdery snow looks so gentle and lush. She wants to press herself deep in it. Want to feel the soft yet bitting chill it has to offer, and the mere thought of it all has her inner child struggling to be contained- but caution slowly creeps in as lavender eyes fixes on the footprints.

Glossed lips close, cutting the auditable puffs of breath short and listens.

The night is so quiet that her ears doesn't pick up on the sound of crunching snow or voices or anything either up close or in the far distance. And despite the track that goes down the path she's familiar with, no figure is present.

Lavender eyes flicks up at the starless night almost as in question, drinking the eerie tranquility. And that alone is able to hush all questions and wash away the doubt.

Bringing her sweater around her tighter, Hinata hurries onto the cold night.

As she goes through the double doors, she expects to bask in under the warm milky glow of the high moon like all the other times she's dreamt this dream. Not a blinding white light that clouds her vision.

The winter air no longer continues to seep through her clothes and bones because the snowy scenery of her childhood home garden vanishes into the season of birth.

The warmth that was stolen moments ago returns to her body, like wrapping her up in a hug from an old friend.

The chorus of birdsongs is the next to fade in, so gentle and soothing. Their small wings are heard, flapping above and across the sky. Next is the sweet perfume of different bright flowers rising from the earth. And lastly, springtime washes in like a tide.

With the white blanket melted away, she can let her eyes adjust- take in the final reveal of the fresh sea of verdant green, salmon rose, and palace blue.

Lavender eyes flicks from tree to tree that shoot high to the sky. Then flower to flower that resembles happiness in brilliant shades. And lastly to the clean cut grass that waves back at her in the ever-warming wind.

What a true beauty it is, a breath of fresh air.

The earthy smell reaches her nose just as a gentle breeze sweeps through, easing her into a state of calm. She doesn't resist her legs moving on their own accord, but her head does dip briefly at the feeling of the heated cobble stone meeting her now bare feet.

The soft echo of her feet patting reaches her ears until she wanders off the stone path and onto the glistening green bed. Hinata wiggles her toes in the trimmed, plush grass.

It's easy to lose herself in the gorgeous visual around her are, but she isn't here for it.

Raising her head to the brilliant warm rays, Hinata extends her arm with her palm facing the blue sky as the many cherry blossom petals trickles down in a shower. When a light pink petal softly lands, she enclose her hand around it.

Hinata closes her eyes and exhales, bringing her fist to her chest. If only she could bring a little piece of home back with her..

When lavender eyes flutters open as a familiar warm and calming presence suddenly appears, a wide smile splits her face. Hinata whirls around to peer down at bright, identical eyes.

He's just as she remembers him.

Young.

Happy.

Alive.

There is kindness to him, a gentleness. She can see it. Feel it.

In his eyes- so wide and too innocent as when his gaze locks on hers, aiming for that deeper connection. And when she finally accepted, he revealed his humanity through them in exchange- the person he really is.

In his voice- in the tone he chose. Soft when discussing a sensitively important point in his young life or pure excitement as he recalls fun times.

In his smile- It's a smile of one who could laugh with ease and mean it. When he becomes and do what other demands of him, she saw love and happiness, the sort that will burn bright for an eternity.

As always, his lips would stretch into that sweetly confident smile of his as he extends his hand, beaconing her.

And she accepts every time.

Her hands doesn't shake and tremble with nerves as they once did- she holds on strong, letting the warmth and softness of her own hands deep into him. The words she couldn't breath in existence, she'll deliver them through this. Here, she'll never pull away. Never shed a sad tear or shy away. She wants to reassure him that despite her darken world and the distance between them, she's safe.

Here, she'll always be with him.

Here, she'll always smile until the very end.

The sight of his mouth moving snaps her out of her thoughts. She watches his lips and strains her ears but, the only sound heard is the whistle of the wind.

Still he speaks as he turns his attention away to gaze and points to the left of them- the wooden bridge that hovers over the shallow pond. Lavender eyes widens at recognition, but before she could understand any of it, he tugs her along.

Hinata's watch as his small fingers gently grips the support beams. He closes his eyes, and inhales deeply before releasing a breath.

Hinata stands beside him. With the height different, she's able to grab the highest beam with her free hand. She peers down at her reflection in the shallow water just as the whistle of the wind picks up again.

Suddenly the warmth she felt minutes ago, intensifies- flowing through her very core. She couldn't think of anything else but to clutched onto the beam tighter.

And then it happened-

The next time the wind blows, it's not in a powerful passion as it would be in winter, but strong enough for it's purpose to be acknowledged. The cool breeze dances across her bare neck, the ends of dark hair tickling her cheek.

Lavender eyes shifts back and forth, searches for the next thing to take change. Everything before her- the trees seem to have shot even higher to the sky, the bridge she stands on much longer, the hand in hers that felt smaller, is now a size bigger.

Wide lavender eyes peers down at their joint hands. No, it wasn't that his hand is bigger, but rather hers is smaller in his.

Hinata steps forward and stuck her head through the beams to peer down at the pond.

A small tiara sits securely atop of her head, glistening under the beaming sun above. No more does long, dark strands flow down her back, but styled in a perfectly trimmed hime cut. Her older, made up face is traded for chubby, tinted cheeks.

Taking a step back, Hinata subconsciously lets his hand go to stare at her now white gloved small hands in awe. Lavender eyes then drops down to the dark purple gown flares out, brushing against the wooden floor, concealing her shoes.

She had transform into her younger self.

Younger, watery lavender eyes widens, but just as pouty lips opens to speak, the wind whistles once more, stopping her words.

Looking back at him is like a snapshot out of time. The way long brown strands blows softly, his clothes dances in the breeze, and the sun rays reflecting on his youthful face. Not an ounce of fear is reflected on him. No sadness. No pain.

He's at peace.

The thought of that bring her wave after wave of relief. She couldn't ever imagine what he went through. He didn't deserve it, but it was forced upon him nonetheless because the world is filled with nothing but cruelty and sorrow.

His pain was short lived. She's glad.

A chill rushes down her spine brings her out of her thoughts, and the warmth from earlier comes alive yet again.

Instead of the whistling wind whispering in her ears, wind chimes and coos of mourning dove rings soothingly in the gentle breeze.

Hinata turns at the sound instinctively to see two towering figures mere feet's away. Slowly, they turn and smiles of warmth greets her. Only smiles.

People always complements children with happiness and recognition as they vocalize the similarities in their appearances. She's heard such words herself, she believes, but the longer she looks at the two beings before her- she can't see it.

Whether if it's her sight that further blurs every time she drags her eyes up their faces, or her mind that is once again making those unnecessary changes to memory.

Whatever it is, it wouldn't change the fact that they're here. Gracing her with warmth and love and all she wants to do is capture an image of those smiles to forever keep.

If anyone asked her to choose the most perfect memory of her them, she wouldn't be able to. But she would choose this very moment because they're still here.

The pair simultaneously drops down to her level with outstretched arms and she walks into their embrace without hesitation.

And just like that, the dream comes to an end.

Yeah, she'll keep clinging onto these dreams because somehow it keeps her grounded. Even if it isn't real, it helps keep her going. To hope for a better ending.

Brushing the fallen strands from her face, Hinata brings them over her shoulder and runs hands through it absently as her mind wanders back to the boy with innocent eyes.

If he were with her today, would his hair be she remembers? Would long, coffee hue strands that would be tied back into a low tail, still dance with the wind or would he have grown tired of it and cut it short?

Would his eyes mirror her melancholy ones, or would they continue to glow bright with untamed happiness?

Now that several years had passed, what does his voice sound like? Back then, his childlike voice lit up her mood easily, like honestly, how could she not soak in?

Does he tower over her like everyone else?

Is his smile able to reach his beautiful eyes after everything that happened?

Does his thoughts haunting him at night like hers?

These are the things she's suppose to know. Things she's suppose to find out as they grew up side by side.

And what of her Parents? Did they miss her? Are they even still looking for her? Waiting for her return with open arms?

Did any of them survive that night?

So many times where she finds herself lost in thought, constructing scenarios of what her life should've could've been. It both excites, and scare her all the same because part of her is screaming not to give up, but all she could picture is a future here...

Trapped.

Balling her hands into tight fists, she knocks them against her head repeatedly. "Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.." She cries softly.

Cutting the water off, Hinata stumbles out of the shower. She grabs for the gray plush towel hanging on the nearby rack and wraps herself in it.

Stepping in front of the sink, large lavender eyes stares at her reflection. She does not see what Meisa sees. Looking into the mirror, she doesn't see a young girl with perfect hime cut and natural shimmering pouting lips and baby soft skin. She doesn't see the girl that used to wander familiar grounds alone without having to look over her shoulders. She doesn't see the girl that use to sleep peacefully with sweet dreams and a calm heart that'd wake up feeling safe. That young, innocent child..Where has she gone?

She doesn't want to see this broken version of herself anymore. Looking on with wide familiar eyes that reveals and speak louder than any of her words ever could.

Hugging herself, Hinata's fingertips digs into her arms, creating moon crescent shapes into her damp skin.

Standing in front of her isn't a beautiful, kind hearted, happy girl.

Who she is today is just..a sad, disappointment.

Opening the cabinet, Hinata takes out the first aid kit. She rummage through it until she finds a large bandage and carefully places it under her right eye.

Without another glance, Hinata moves towards her clothes and slowly gets dress. Once done, she exits the bathroom, dragging her feet down the hall and back towards her room.

But she slows to a stop as her ears picks up on a muffled, foreign tune and she knows it's coming from her room.

Once in her room, she presses her back to the door, closing it as her eyes wanders to her bed- specifically her pillow.

She doesn't waste another moment and throws the pillow aside to stare down at a black hoodie that glows faintly. Digging into the pocket, she comes face to face with a glowing screen, the foreign tune more louder.

Small fingers picks up the vibrating device and hits the white notification at the top, drowning the noise in silence. Then, after a moment, she proceeds to hit the correct numbers, unlocking the device. Hinata spends a few moments scanning over the many apps before drawing her attention to the white speech bubble in green.

The guilt sat not on her chest but inside her brain. She made it a habit to not go through others personal things, but what she had done was too late to un-do. And it's not like you'd ever cross paths with him again anyways, Her mind claims confidently. You made sure of that the second your hand slip from his- telling him that remaining by his side isn't a place where you belong, no matter how much you wanted to it to be.

Hinata brushes the thought away as she scrolls through the threads before going back to the top and picks the latest conversation.

As uncomfortable as being in a room and engaging in small talk with people are, she would rather that than sit alone with a device like she is now. Sure, she can see the appeal and advantage of it being an easier way to talk more but, there's no way to gauge a persons true emotion.

Up close, people tend to give off signs of their true feelings that they never intended to. A leg vigorously bouncing is the telltale of impatience. Biting of the bottom lip is nervousness. Clenching a fist is anger.

Communication through body language is what she knows best. And even if she doesn't have the strength to stop if harm were to come to her, at least she be able to tell and have a moment or two to mentally prepare for the lash out.

Lavender eyes shifts left to right quick, paying close attention to the words. On Sasuke's end, his response tends to be rather short and straight to the point. But the time when he does response in longer messages, it's with a few curses with little to no emoticons. While on the other end- whoever loudmouth#1, is - is the complete opposite. Majority of his response is capitalize, which if she's not mistaken, is yelling. But given how Sasuke reacted that day his friends all appeared at his home, she isn't too sure if the conversation is an argument or just their normal banter. Probably the latter if Sasuke is pulling effort to even continue the conversation.

But if she had to take a wild guess, the only one that look like they'd capitalized ever word unnecessarily would be the blond with the ocean blue eyes.

Taking a few minutes to read a few more threads to put a face to the names- only for her mind to draw a blank- she holds the small power button, shutting the device off. Tucking it back in the pocket of the dark hoodie, she throws her pillows on top. No need for anyone to stumble upon it.

She couldn't help but wonder- what would happen if they did cross path again? And if so, would he help her again if needed? Did he regret helping her?

He made it clear that he doesn't trust her- or didn't.. She isn't sure where he stands. But if there was a slim chance, it's shot down now. After everything he's done, and she pays it back by stealing right from under him. No doubt he'll be mad, She mentally snaps. Why did I even take the phone anyways?

You know why.

She does. But just pretending she doesn't feels so much better.

She remembers the confusion swirling through her mind when Mikoto had interrupted her small confession and requested both hers and Sasuke's presence downstairs. Her voice didn't give that reassuring tone she usually use. Instead her eyebrows were slightly furrowed as her gaze switched from her to Sasuke. It wasn't hard to read the her expression etched on her face as confusion and worry. And in that moment, she knew.

A wave of panic and dread had washed over her and she panicked. Luckily Mikoto had turned and walked ahead of them before she could see the change in her demeanor. As usual, she had masked her fears before Sasuke's dark eyes shifted over to her and mirrored his confusion to perfection. He went on ahead after his mother, giving her more than enough time to swipe his phone.

It was there, she mentally supplies. Had things been different- had Tomoya and Tarou not showed, I would've given it back!

Hinata shakes her head violently, but stops the second the lingering pain intensifies. She shouldn't let her mind linger on this. What's done is done. At the end of the day, to her, Sasuke is still nothing more than a stranger. A beautiful, kind hearted stranger that she..wouldn't mind seeing again.

Lavender watery eyes enlarged and the hairs on the nape of her neck bristled at the loud knock at the door. With her body rooted in place, slowly and deliberately, she watched as the door handle turns.

She wants to scream, to shout out demands and ban any of them from entering but the inside of her mouth lacked any moisture and a strangled croak was all that spills from her mouth. Finally, the door creaks and is pushed open.

He appears before her, fully dressed in his freshly pressed dark school uniform. His soft, feather-like gray hair is done, brushed neatly to fall into eyes that are alive and full of energy- a gleaming faded green.

If it wasn't the way his jaw lifts with a proud, and pleasant smile he throws her way that told her he's over yesterday's events, it was the air round him that spoke in volume. The false persona of charming and loving brother he's adopted.

She doesn't know which she hates more: the fact that she too fell too many times for the false compassion and trust he gives, or how he painfully skilled he is at knowing what to say to draw other's in. He makes every word sound intelligent, beautiful and full of promises and it's sickening. With his hands stuffed into his pants, Tomoya shifts his weight to lean against the door frame, washed out green eyes locking onto lavender. "Good morning, Hime."

Lavender eyes turns icy but it has little affect as Hinata stumbles away from the bed and further into the room.

The gentle smile easily slips into a smirk as he follows, until she's nearly tripping over the bench and has the dresser supporting her weight, cornering her.

Hinata leans away when he reaches, thumb and pointer finger locking on her chin and angles her head. And without any warning, he snatches the bandaid off, earning a small jump. "That does not look good." He mutters sympathetically as his thumb brushes over the still sensitive skin.

Hinata whimpers at the sudden sting, the back of her leg bumping and shifting the bench aside. She wants to move away- the shakiness in her movements kick starts the fight or flight instincts but before she could act on it, he crowds her space. His hands cage her on either sides, backing her further into the dresser.

She was clammy and there was the glisten of a cold sweat coats her skin, making her tremble on the spot. She feels small. Weak. Hopeless. And the stutter that overrides her mind confirms it so. But before it spills out of her mouth in a panic rush, it dies heavily on her tongue at the sound of his snort.

Tomoya continues to chuckle at her wide eye expression before cocking his head adoringly.

The hand cradling her face drops to toy with the damp tips of her hair, rolling the soft strands between his fingers.

He raises the dark strands close to admire the shiny, soft texture before bringing it to his nose, inhaling deeply. Faded green eyes close and he hums approvingly. Lavender eyes shifts to the side, her teeth worrying her bottom lip to stop it's trembling.

Lavender eyes watch as he raise the dark strands close to admire the shiny, soft texture. Faded green eyes closes as he brings it to his nose, inhaling deeply. Tomoya hums approvingly.

Lavender eyes shifts to the side, white teeth worrying her bottom lip to cease it's trembling.

Hinata releases a breath, her body visibly relaxing a bit when his fingers drops the strands, letting it fall back into place over her shoulder- only to stiffen when he leans in closer, his face mere inches away from hers that the soft exhale of his breath flutters against her face. Faded green eyes flicks to her's briefly- watching- as he reaches behind her.

When he straightens up, Hinata's gaze drops down to his hands to see her school uniform tie. Standing up, Tomoya pops the collar to her shirt up and brings the thin fabric around it. He takes his time, keeping his focus on tying it perfectly. Once his nimble fingers finally folds the collar back down, they rest on her shoulders. Tomoya looks over her once and nods approvingly.

Faded green eyes flicking back to lavender was the only warning she received just before his grip on her tightens. Tomoya dips his head low to places a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of her lips. "Be down in 10." With that said, he pulls away.

The minute the door closes behind him, Hinata releases a breath and slumps against the dresser behind her, boneless.

.

.

Her small hand grips the strap of her bag as she takes a breath. She could hear the voices of Tomoya and Tarou just on the lower floors, discussing her no doubt.

She's tempted to turn back around and lock herself into her room, but she knew it wouldn't end like how she wants it to- the numbing pain her body sings clearly says so.

When ready, Hinata adjusts her school bag on her shoulder properly and pushes off the wall.

The second she appears from behind the corner, their hushed voices dies completely. Lavender eye flicks to them, faded green and mud brown eyes locked on her from the bottom of the stairs with such intensity that her hand subconsciously grips the cool railing.

Flicking her gaze back down, Hinata watches her steps. She takes her time coming down the stairs, doing her best to delay the inevitable.

She pauses halfway down, putting a good amount of distance between them. She doesn't have to look up to know Tarou's brown eyes still holds the same heat as it did yesterday- the tone of his voice said it all. "Get down here."

That was the only warning she needed. When she is in reaching distance, Tarou jabs his pudgy finger into the center of her chest. "Pull that shit one more time, and see what I do to you."

A whimper escapes her at a hard jab that has her tripping back on a step, wincing.

"Father, enough. She won't leave again." Tomoya interrupts, casting her a look. "Isn't that right, Hime?"

"Keep an eye on her, Tomoya." Tarou points a finger at the older teen. "I don't need anymore shit. You want her here, she's your responsibility, you hear me?"

"Loud and clear."

With that, Tarou tosses one last narrowed glare to which she fails to meet and stomps down the hall to his home office, most likely.

Moving to stand in front of her, Tomoya places a foot on the first step and offers his hand. He smiles pleasantly.

Her response was tightening her grip on the rail.

Faded green locks on lavender expectantly. "Come on, Hime."

Coming down the remaining steps, Hinata hesitates briefly before lightly placing her small hand in his larger one. Tomoya is quick to pull her to her feet and lock arms with her, guiding her to the front door.

Exiting the house, Lavender eyes automatically locks on the Chauffeur's face.

With his hands clasp behind him, he waits patiently beside the mini shiny black limo. His red hair is styled in a safe yet professional cut: starting right above the ears, his hair increases in length to slowly blend into the styled low fade on top of his head.

He is but a simple man who does a simple job for a very strict man. But from the look in his ruby to the sound of his voice, spoke of a life at ease.

Hinata doesn't know him on a personal level but she could sense nothing but utter ease. And for a moment she focuses on the gentle aura that surrounds him- allowing her mind to be clouded with the image of his soft smile.

He isn't unaware, she believes, of all that goes around because all rumors are bound to circle the air.

When possessing bright eyes, and presenting a gentle smile when need be, no one will ever suspect you to know anything. The right questions won't be asked if you just keep to your assigned job and stay in line.

So even if one were to share a few gossiping words in secrecy, they don't dare say them out loud- but the lingering gazes are there. And just like every other staff member, he too remains tight lipped and mask any other emotion with a look of ease when in the presence of those higher than him.

Nearing the Chauffeur, he graces the two with a smile as he bows respectfully. "Good morning." He greets, opening the car door.

Nodding faintly, Hinata enters the car first. She scoots all the way to the end and places her bag beside her. Lavender eyes purposely avoids lingering faded green as Tomoya enters right after. He of course, saw this as the perfect opportunity to poke her cheek, reminding her she isn't alone.

Startled, Hinata's head snaps to see amused dull green. Tomoya smiles. "What are you thinking about?"

Remaining quiet, Hinata turns her head to the window.

Knowing that it'll be a while until they reach the school, she couldn't ease the nerves down. Returning back to the campus is the last thing on her mind but it's not like she has much of a choice now.

At least she'll be away from Tomoya for a few hours at least, so that's something.

"Hime." Tomoya purrs. His forefinger and thumb locks on her chin and directs her head back to him. "You're being incredibly rude, ignoring me like I'm not even here. Talk to me." Faded green eyes lowers to her frowning, plump lips before flicking back to cold lavender eyes.

When Tomoya leans in, his forefinger lightly scratching under her chin, lavender eyes doesn't waver.

When the attempt to fluster her fails, Tomoya pulls away. He reclines back in his seat with a light sigh. "We have a lot to discuss."

Icy lavender eyes shifts away.

"Well first off- your grades. They've dropped dramatically. So starting today, you have an appointment with the school's guidance counselor before your first class. You will also need to show proof of your progress- Father's rules. Now, I had suggested we'd get you a tutor to help speed up the process but then I thought of a better solution- why hire someone when I could tutor you myself!" Faded green eyes gleams at her playfully.

Tomoya rolls his wrist. "But you'll still need proof beside my words alone. So, I suggest getting any make up work you've missed, as well as seeing your teachers at the end of each week."

After a moment he continues. "I'm picking you up for lunch so we can eat together. And at the end of the day, I'll swing by your last class and we'll go home together."

Tomoya turns his head to look out the window, all playfulness gone. "I convinced father to increase the reward, y'know. He was totally against it of course, but he can't really say no to me."

Silence.

Tomoya crosses his legs as he looks straight, staring at the small window that separates them from the chauffeur. "But I do fear of the outcome if something were to happen again. And I don't blame him, Hinata. Father isn't a patient man, you know this."

Silence.

Faded green eyes flicks to her.

"As the oldest, it's my job to make sure you are unharmed- but don't think you won't get a fair warning."

Silence.

"Tell me. Did you really think you'd be safe hiding out at Cosmo's?" Hinata whips her head to him, long dark locks spilling over her shoulder at the sudden move. Her mouth falls open only to shut seconds later at the sight of his widening smirk.

Tomoya juts out his chin. "I wasn't too sure at first, but I'm confident now. I would've figured it out sooner or later, anyways. I mean, you should know me by now, Hime."

The small limo pulls up to the school grounds at that moment. But lavender eyes doesn't pull away from gleaming faded green. Just as her hand moves to grab her bag, his hand lands on top of hers. Tomoya closes the little space that remains between them, lips curling into a wider smirk. With her frozen, he reaches to toy with a strand of her dark hair. His voice drops to a low teasing whisper, only for her ears alone. "I'd do anything to get my baby sister back."

Tomoya opens his hands and watch as each strand slowly slip through his fingers to land on her buttoned up chest.

It's when Tomoya pulls back to grab his bag and closes the limo door behind him that Hinata falls back into her seat and releases the breath she held.

But the small relief is instantly gone as she shifts her gaze out the window. Instead of feeling the comfort of the little bit of rays that manages to shine through the gray cloudy skies, penetrating through the window, goosebumps decorates her skin as a chill easily takes over at the sight of the iron words laid across the tall gates.

The little bit of rays shining through the gray cloudy skies and penetrating through the window doesn't give the comfort she yearns for. Instead, goosebumps decorates her skin as a chill easily takes over at the sight of the iron words laid across the tall gates.

Blue Flame Academy

Lavender eyes then shifts to watch as students trickles through the open gates, all dressed in the standard uniforms. Some enters the multiple looming building, while most lingers on the school grounds, not bothered by the change of weather. They all stood tall with class and confidence she lacks.

So lost in her thoughts, Hinata whirls around at the sound of the door behind her opening, and the sight of an offered hand.

Hinata lifts her gaze to meet the light smirk resting upon Tomoya's lips as he waits.

Ignoring the offer, Hinata snatches up her school bag and exits the car. She manages to takes two steps forward before his hand grips her wrists tightly.

Aside from the brief twitch of her eye, her face is skillfully void of discomfort.

Smoothly, Tomoya slips his hand in hers and stands at her side. He leans in, grey hair swiping over dull green eyes.

"Watch it, dear sister." He hisses, lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "Wouldn't want to make a scene on your first day back, now would we?"

In that moment, Hinata is very aware of all the heads and eyes that is now on them.

As much as she didn't want to, Hinata suppresses all the thoughts to flee in that moment. Pressing her lips firmly together, she gives a faint shake of her head.

Tomoya grip on her softens and he leads her towards the main building. Students move aside as they walk down the stone path, leaving the thousand pair of eyes and murmurs to trail after them.

As Tomoya swipes his ID through, Hinata pats herself down and thoroughly checks her bag only to come up empty handed. This results them to take a small detour to the main office for another which, if she was being honestly, she was perfectly okay that it cut into her meeting with the counselor.

As Tomoya leads her down the long halls, he begins to speak again, but this time Hinata drown his voice out completely. Lavender eyes remains locked on the freshly polished floors, her gaze tracing it's patterns.

It wasn't long until Tomoya stops abruptly, causing Hinata to collide into his back. "S-Sorry.." The apology is more so out of habit, they both know it.

Tomoya smiles nonetheless. Lifting her chin with a finger, faded green locks with lavender. "I'll come by you class for lunch." Leaning down, he presses a kiss to her cheek and takes his leave. Hinata watch his back as he continues on down the hall. The second he cuts a corner, disappearing from her view, lavender eyes shifts back to the door in front of her, reading the bold title: Counselor, and debates whether or not she should leave.

She must've stood there longer than she thought because the choice is made for her. The door suddenly opens, revealing a women that looked to be in her early 30's. "Oh, Tachibana! I was wondering when you'd get here. Please, come in! Come in!"

Opening the door wider, the women gives a welcoming smile. Hinata looks past her and into the room, but doesn't sees much. She isn't aware of the counselors smile slowly faltering the longer Hinata remains rooted in place.

The women cocks her head to the side. "Tachibana?"

Closing her eyes, Hinata's chest rose and fell in a sigh before reopening, flicking her sad gaze back to hers. Silently, Hinata steps forward and enters the office, ignoring the deafening sound of the door closing.

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Turning the doorknob, Hinata opens the door slightly and slips through the small crack. With the wooden door shut, small hands grips the silver handle. Lavender eyes closes as she rests her forehead against the cool wood. She takes a few calming breaths before peeling away to walks down the empty hall.

The moment she sat in the large chair meant for her, she tried her best to mentally prepare for whatever it was the women hope would to come from this. But she couldn't clear her mind, still her shaking hands, or keep her eyes from watering.

After 20 minutes passed, the counselor- whose name she's been told but couldn't bother remembering- suggest she takes a minute to collect herself.

Hearing this, Hinata raised her head and spoke up for the first time, asking permission for the bathroom. The hesitance in the counselors eyes was easy to spot. Surprisingly, she gave in, but not before saying, "Don't take too long. We have a lot to discuss pertaining your future."

But she doesn't want to talk- to answer any questions that would be relayed back to the people she wants to keep her distance from the most.

A light breeze flows through, seeping through her clothes and ruffling through the many flyers pinned to the bulletin board she passes by. But when her gaze shifts to it does her feet comes to a slow stop. Lavender eyes hardens at a specific one.

Stepping closer, lavender eyes glides over the words.

MISSING:

MISSING FROM: Konoha

DATE MISSING: xx-xx-xxxx

Age: 16

Height: 5'0

Weight: 120

Hair: Indigo

Eye's: Lavender

Hinata Tachibana

Reward: xxxxx

Please call at this number: xxx-xxxx

One by one does small hands shoots out and snatches each flyer off and crumbles them in a huge wad.

Hinata turns, throwing it in a nearby garbage can before continuing her way down the end of the hall.

Pushing the swinging door to the bathroom open, she slips in.

Hinata makes her way towards the large sink. She's grateful for the empty stalls because the second she stares into her reflection, her composure finally breaks.

Waving her hand under the touch less sink, cold water comes rushing out. She watch as the clear water runs over her skin before cupping her hands together. She quickly splashes her face, enjoying the cool sensation, especially on her tender skin.

Sniffling, lavender eyes closes as wet hands pushes through dark bangs and over long hair, locking at the back of her neck.

She struggles to keep her body as relax as she shakily inhales slowly and deeply through her nose. 1..2..3..4. She holds her breath for 7, before pursing her lips as she exhales on 8.

She doesn't care if the counselor has to come search for her, or written her up, she tried it. It didn't work. So now she'll wait out the remaining minutes.

Hinata does the breathing technique a few more times, not stopping at the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing behind her. But she does jump at the familiar sugary voice. "So the rumors are true, little innocent Tachibana is finally back."

Lavender eyes flutters open. Through the mirror, her gaze locks with two sets of golden.

Yoshie and Shizuka Watanabe.

They are everyone's definition of beauty because when anyone spoke of it, their names is surely to follow. With their symmetrical, unblemished faces, and hair that reflects in any light like the essence of summer, they captured attention.

Too bad their personalities is the complete opposite. A shame, really.

In those golden eyes screams mischief and every curl of their lips is all sorts of wrong.

When they sway in their hips as they walk by; when they flash those white teeth and fake smiles; when they spoke and did everything in between, it never meant good things. That doesn't stop the students bodies -and sometimes teachers- heads from turning or their faces from flushing in desires, of course. And whether they know it or not, they're continuously spoon feeding the twins egos- pushing them to act more nasty and bask in their praises.

It's easy to tell them apart. Yoshi golden hair is done in a wavy hime cut that frames her face. She stands at 5'2. She's more on the short-tempered side, and tends to get physical when heated- I would know. And despite getting accepted in this prestigious school, she's take pride in broadcasting that it wasn't through her high marks.

Unlike her sister, Shizuka stands at 5'4. She chooses to keep her hair perfectly straight and long, going pass her shoulders. Shizuka has shown to be the intelligent one out of the two. She isn't shy about proving so, flaunting all her tests and assignments when they come back with complete marks. Shizuka is more on the thinner side compared to Yoshi, but still nicely shaped.

Hinata looks away from the mirrror then, and reaches for the soft white paper towel to wipe the droplets off her face and hands silently.

She doesn't bother to try and walk pass them, already knowing that they'll just block the door if she did. Or worse. So Hinata smartly stays put, keeping her back pressed to the wide sink, and large eyes wide.

Brushing her short hair away her face, Yoshi crosses her arms under her large chest angrily as she leans in. Golden eyes simmers. "I'm surprised, but more curious in knowing who the hell bothered finding you?"

Shizuka places a hand on her hip and cocks it to the side as she waves a wrists airily. "And here I thought we were finally rid of you.." At this point Hinata stopped listening to their words altogether. Since middle school to now they've sung the same song and stomp to the same beat during every encounter and she's just over it.

Honestly, she doesn't remember exactly when or why they decided to pin their hatred onto her. They could be hurting, or could simply be bored. It could be a thousand reasons but at the end of the day, what sense did it make to target her specifically?

She keeps to herself. She stays silent. She never weasel into their lives. So why does it seem as if they have a personal problem with her?

It's when lavender eyes blinks to golden eyes appearing inches away does her mind refocus on the present. Yoshi shoves her aside before she had time to react.

Hinata stumbles, barely catching herself before the pair crowds her. "Don't you ignoring me."

Shizuka hand shoots out to grip her chin, angling her face up to peer at her tender face. Hinata watches as a sickening smirk slowly grows on her face.

"Hm.. Did your rich Daddy give you this beautiful welcome home present?" Shizuka swipes her thumb across the red skin, pressing.

Hinata flinches away, subconsciously reaching up to swat the offending hand off. S-Stop-" but her hand is easily pushed away.

"I wanna bet it's whoever found her. But I have a strong feeling she did this herself." Yoshi says hotly, her golden eyes looking on in disgust. "Always the attention seeking whore, huh, Tachibana?"

Throwing balled fists down, Yoshi stomps her feet as she whirls to her sister. "Ugh! How could Tomoya be related to her? It's makes me sick!"

"Indeed." Shizuka agrees, eyes flicking up to lavender. "I hope you realized just how worried he was for you. He wasn't the same for days!"

Yoshi nods. "Yeah! And we were the ones to pick up the pieces. Not that I don't mind spending time with Tomoya of course- but that doesn't excuse you for burdening him! Just who do you fucking think you are-"

Yoshi's rants is cut off by the schools bells. It rings loud, signaling for the first class of the day. Turning back to Hinata, she see's the sliver of relief slip through her mask, and glares. Shoving her finger into the center of her chest, she hisses. "Listen, it's bad enough that you'll be all anyone talks about, but that doesn't mean shit. You're still the useless, crybaby we all know and hate. And you better behave and stay out of my way. My Tomoya doesn't need to stress over anymore of your bullshit, got it?"

Lavender eyes stares past her emotionlessly.

Yoshi pokes her again. Harder. "Did you not hear me?"

"Y-Y-Yes.."

Smirking, Yoshi turns away and heads for the door with Shizuka in tow. "It was so much better without people whining and bitching over you everyday." Shizuka throws one last nasty look, scoffing. "You should've stayed missing."

And with that, the twins takes their exit, leaving Hinata to choke on their words.

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From up above, the green leaves that still clings to thick branches are covered in speckles of orange, yellow and red. And as the crisp breeze comes and goes, coloring peoples skin so warmly. It also encourages the leaves to break delicately, the smaller ones twirls while the much larger ones tumbles- creating a slow, drizzle shower.

Hinata sits stiffly straight, her legs crossing at the ankle as her hands clasp together in her lap.

She sits at the round table under a decorative metal pergola in one of the school gardens. It would've been a nice outing, what with the large variety of royally luxurious and succulent foods that sits before her to choose from, and the view of looming fiery trees that melts into yellow with a green after finish. But she can't find herself relaxing in the presence of her company.

Watchful Lavender eyes locks with cold crimson across from her briefly before lowering to eye the faded scratch mark and bruises that sit pretty on his cheek.

Now, it's not in her nature to sit smugly at someone's expense- but, she couldn't deny that he had it coming.

The red headed teen- Natsume, she finally remembers, sneers. "Make sure you tighten that leash on her." Red eyes narrows. "Wouldn't want her running away again, now would we?"

Hinata doesn't cringe at his words nor does she shift her gaze to the left of her is to see Tomoya's reaction. The telltale of his hand twitching on top of hers is enough to know a nerve had been hit.

Placing his fork down, Tomoya takes his napkin from his lap and dabs the corners of his mouth. "You know, I never did thank you for your part in helping look for my sister."

Taking Hinata's hand from under the table, Tomoya brings it to his lips for a soft kiss before intertwining their fingers together. "And I do apologize for the trouble she's caused. With my mother traveling and father stress due to work, my family..we've dealt and overcame a lot. So when Hinata left..it was overwhelming. I'm grateful, truly. As you all showed just how far you're willing to go for me."

Faded green eyes locks with everyone before settling on crimson. "But even as it may be, do watch how you speak to and about Hinata." His lips quirks in a pleasant smile, but the warning sits heavily in his eyes.

And just like that, the silent threat in his eyes vanishes as he turns to Hinata, concern flashing in faded green eyes. "Hinata. Eat, please. You've already skipped breakfast. You won't be able to function properly if you pass up lunch as well."

Emotionless lavender eyes pointedly avoids his stare as she mumbles, "I'm not hungry."

"You should eat." Tomoya presses, giving her hand a squeeze in warning.

Exhaling softly, lavender eyes surveys the choices. After a long moment, she reaches for the nearest, simple plate. Picking up her fork, Hinata cuts into the strawberry cheesecake and takes a small bite. Despite the thick texture and toppings that burst with a pleasantly sweet flavor that melts in her mouth, she keeps a relatively straight face.

"Food, Hime." Tomoya chides, letting his pet name slip. But the longer he watches her, the harder it was to fight the smile that soon appear on his face. "But at least it's something."

Across from them, the five teens watch the small interaction with a mix of confusion, disbelief, and annoyance.

"Seems to me like our dear Tomoya has a sister complex." The blond haired one- Hakuro comments, placing an elbow on the table and cups his chin. Brown eyes switches between the two with a plastic smile.

Tomoya raises an eyebrow. "Me worrying about my sister eating means I have a sister complex?"

"You're not denying it." Natsume rolls his eyes.

Already growing tired of the conversation around her, Hinata places the fork down. "I-I have to use the bathroom."

"You barely ate." Tomoya stands to his feet nonetheless. "Come. I'll walk you."

A nasty chill runs down her spine as he pulls her to her feet. Hinata opens her mouth to protest, but a sickly sweet voice beats her to it.

"Tomo-kun, stay! I'm sure she knows where the bathroom is." Beside him, Yoshi jumps up and clings to his arm as she gives her best pout. Golden eyes shoots to lavender eyes. "Don't you, Hinata?"

"I-I do.."

"It's no trouble." Tomoya smiles down at her as he tightens his grip when she tries to slip away.

"You're wasting your breath, Yoshi." With a roll of her wrist, Shizuka pins him with a look. "Tomoya made it very clear years ago that there's no one he cares more than his dear little Hinata-chan."

"Sounds like you're jealous." Haruku teasingly says.

"As if! I'm stating the obvious." Golden eyes flicks back to Tomoya. "He'll always baby her."

"She's my baby sister. I'll always look after her." Tomoya states. "Besides, can you blame me? I just got her back."

"I'm curious. Where did you find her?" Natsume asks, flicking his bangs aside, only for the wind to blow back.

"And who got the reward?" The dark haired one- Eitarō questions, finally speaking up.

"Who cares? I'm just glad the search is over and done with!" Nudging Hinata (non too gently) aside, Yoshi breaks the link of their hands and clings on Tomoya's other arm. "I'm tired of seeing the same missing posters pinned up everywhere I look. It's depressing."

Hinata stumbles aside. She watch as Yoshie takes her seat, yanking Tomoya down beside her.

Hinata sighs at the poor attempt of flirting and battle of claim— or she would've if she was stuck without an escape.

Not letting the much needed distraction slip her by, she doesn't linger around any longer. Hinata back away before turning away from the teens and exits the metal pergola.

"Wait! Hinata-"

"I-I'll come back." She lies with the right amount of softness assuringly.

Without looking back, she hurries down the path, ignoring the heated gaze on her back.

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Pulling at the ends of her sleeves, a shaky exhale passes through her lips as a shiver racks through her body.

The farther she got from the crowd of students that are studiously bent over dishes that carries the rich aroma, the more she begins to relax.

The slim cobble stone path she walks leading to the exquisite garden is caged in a variety of spider lilies, cosmos and chrysanthemums flowers. The pleasant aroma of nature remains strong, and they still hold their beauty. But looking closely, the hints of wilting and color lost is noticeable.

The wooden structure soon comes into view. The shed is medium size that is decorated in wisteria vines. Along the walls are two large glass windows on either ends, and half of a sun roof.

Small hands are placed on the door latch as lavender eyes peers over her shoulders, doing a quick scans the area.

When she doesn't detect any gardeners or students, Hinata undos the latch. Pulling the tall door open, she steps inside.

The little sunlight shining through the windows and roof is enough for her to see.

Along the walls are a mixture of floating, adjustable, and metal shelving that hold the necessary garden essentials. But even with all the labels and attempt at organizing, it still remains a cluttered mess.

The deeper she moves into the shed, the more the dust particles reflecting and swirling calmly in the sun rays are sent in a vortex.

On the far end is an old wooden chair sits directly in front of the window. From where she stood, it look doesn't appear sturdy enough, but she knows it's far from being as it's not her first time wandering in here.

Lavender eyes scans, taking in her surroundings.

Still, there weren't any other options so Hinata allows her feet to carry her over towards the worn chair. The wooden floorboard creaks with every step she take, filling the silence around her. Curiously, she peers through the window. If she sits here, the wisteria vines wouldn't shelter her from being seen, she realizes.

Grabbing the back back of the chair, Hinata drags it across the floor and away from the window. The temperature drops appropriately to fit the autumn season- the air piercing through the wooden walls and straight to her. So when she sits down, she welcomes the warmth the chair gives from being in the sunlight who knows how long.

The blissful moment comes to a quick end at hearing the wooden door open.

Jumping at her feet, an apology sits on the top of her tongue, but the second lavender eyes meets faded green, it crawls back down her throat.

A startled gasp pushing through her lips as she backs up, nearly stumbling over the chair in the process. "You always did suck at hide and seek."

"T-Tomoya.." Hinata swallows thickly. "What are you doing here?"

"I should be asking you the same thing, but I have a better question-" The door shut close behind him, cutting out the light and bathing him in shade. His shoes clicks against the wooden floorboard as he moves closer, fade green eyes appearing brighter. Glowing. "Are you looking something?"

The amusement that dances in his eyes and teasing tone causes confusion to dance on her face. Hinata watch as he digs in his pants pocket, and let the thin chain dangle on his fingers, the heart pendant swings softly in the air. Shock and anger swirls in wide lavender eyes. "You stole my necklace.."

"More like found." Tomoya clarifies. "The day before you left, we had just finished dinner when I noticed you wasn't wearing it. I was going to ask about it but you ran to your room so suddenly. Then the next day you just up and vanished." He says moving in, swinging the necklace high on his forefinger before capturing the locket in his palm.

Hinata moves until her back grazes the looming shelf behind, increasing the space between them. Though Tomoya has other plans..

"For days I stayed in your room, wondering what went wrong this time." His steps are calm and even as he closes the distance, not stopping until he's directly in front of her. His free hand raises to cradle her right cheek as he stare down at her, his voice a low whisper. "It's a good thing I found it. I know how important it is to you."

"W-Where was it?"

"Tucked safely in the clothes at the bottom of your closet. Sadly the chain wasn't in the best shape."

Lavender eyes widens. "I-It's broken?"

"It was. I fixed it. See?" The necklace dangles from his forefinger and middle, the thin stream of light reflecting it.

When Hinata reaches for it, Tomoya keeps the necklace out of reach. "I think I'll hold on to it. To ensure that you'll always come back to me.." Faded green eyes flicks to lavender, enjoying the swirl of emotions swimming in them.

Giving one last glance, Tomoya shifts his gaze to the locket. "You know you never told me the history behind it." He pops the locket open. His eyebrows furrows in curiosity as he stares down at the picture. "I mean, I know who ever..this is, must be someone important since you're carrying his picture around. But what is he to you exactly?"

Swallowing, lavender eyes glares at him, though he remains unfazed. "Tomoya-" Hinata reaches for the locket again, only for Tomoya to turn half away, a smirk slowly easing it's way on his face. "P-Please-"

"Begging doesn't suit you, Hime. But-" He closes the space between them, one hand grips the shelves on either sides of her head, caging her in.

He must haven't noticed the way her body stiffens as she pressed her back further against the wall uncomfortably- or he did, but chose ignored it. Either way, he doesn't budge. The hand that holds the necklace hostage, his fingers captures her chin in a gentle but firm hold. He lowers his head until their eye level, faded green locks on trembling plush lips. "If you prove to me that you actually deserve it, then maybe I'll give it back. After all, you did run away from me again."

She is suddenly aware of him- how his face is now only centimeters from hers. How potent his cologne is. How his teasing smirk slowly falls and how the strange look of something clouds his watchful, faded eyes.

Lavender eyes widens as the thumb holding her chin is raised, dragging and pressing against her bottom lip while the hand gripping the shelf releases it to brush long strands from her shoulder.

Tomoya dips his head low. The feel of his hot breath, closely followed by his lips brushing against the side of her neck sends a massive wave of panic through her.

He pauses at the feel of her body visibly trembling before leaning in once more. One after another he leaves soft, lingering pecks, believing it's a wave of pure pleasure that runs through her entire body, when in fact she felt sick to the very pit of her stomach. Her hands comes up to grip his wrist, manicured nails digs deep into his skin as she struggles. "S-Stop!"

Her protests are swallowed his hands cups her face and tilts her head back to press and slide his mouth against hers with such demanding force.

At the sound of her whimper, he presses against her intimately as his teeth latches onto her bottom lip, drawing out a pain filled gasp.

Lavender eyes squeezes close. One hand grips the front of his school blazer, the other latches on his bangs and she pushes with all her strength- her nails dragging.

Tomoya stumbles back a step, releasing a loud hiss as Hinata sucks up air.

A sob of disgust pours out as trembling hands comes up to vigorously wipes her mouth. Lavender eyes burns, watching as he brings a hand to touch his temple before flinching. The anger swirling within her melts at the sight of faded green eyes heating, instantly.

When Tomoya advances once more, Hinata's arms comes up to shield her face.

"Fuck, Hinata.." Tomoya grabs her wrists and draws her in closer. His eyelids lowers in a loving gaze as he bumps his forehead against hers softly. She tenses as he tightens his grip warningly. He buries his face in the side of her neck before pulling up to settle in her dark hair. He inhales and exhales deeply, a look of pure bliss settling on his face. "God, I miss your smell."

The second his grip slackens, she wrenched herself away from him, tripping over the chair. The dust covering the floor floats up in a violent vortex.

"T-Tomoya-" She chokes, crawling back as within two long easy strides, he's crouches beside her.

The heat in his gaze melts back into amusement as his eyes does a lingering once over. He first takes in the heat and sadness that swirls in her eyes. Next is her red cheeks. He pointedly ignores the injury that sits on her cheek as it's ruins the image in his mind. Lidded faded green eyes lowers to her lips then.

Her pale pink lips are kiss swollen- parted and set in a frown. Her chest rises and falls as she breathes heavily. Her shirt remains buttoned up, but now holds wrinkles.

Lastly, his gaze fixes on the exposed skin of her thighs. With one leg bent, her skirt reveals, but also conceals the very thing that gets him going. When he places his hand on her thigh, clouded green eyes locks with panic lavender, but before he could act on his desires, the school bell rings in the far distance.

Tomoya's head drops in a sigh. After a moment he raises his head, light green eyes back to it's teasing gaze. "It seems lunch is over."

Neither of them move- faded green eyes gazing- apparently lost in thought as lavender eyes wanders around herself frantically in search for protection. Sadly, the only thing in reach is a handful of dust bunnies, thinly chipped pieces of the wooden floorboard, and a small nail.

As she was observing her options, the feel of a squeeze and thumb rubbing against her skin reels in her attention to the teen in front her.

Now down on one knee, Tomoya doesn't stop his ministration of his thumb as he openly stares at her startled face. He's much closer, she realizes. But before she could do or utter out a word, he steals a chaste kiss on her plush lips. Tomoya smiles adoringly. "I love you, Hime."

With one last squeeze, he rises to his feet and dusts himself off. He extends his hand in offer but just as he predicts, she remains still. Watchful.

Sighing, Tomoya stuffs his hands in his pants pockets and makes his way to the wooden door. Hinata flinches back, the chair clattering shifting against the floor in the process.

"I'll pick you up at your last class." Tomoya opens the door, letting in the autumn chilled air. A strong breeze sweeps in, kicking up the dust particles in a frenzy.

The aching in her lungs tells her she's holding in a breath, but she only releases it the second she's alone. And when she does, a disgusted sob is right behind it. A gaggle of goose bumps laminates her skin and she trembled violently on the spot.

Just as she was pulling herself up, something glistening in the light catches her attention. Turning on her hands and knees, tears wells up in her eyes as she quickly scrambles across the dirty floor.

Hinata releases a shaky breath as delicate hands cradles the heart shaped pendant. As she opens the locket, lavender eyes stares down at the small picture and the wave of relief is enough to influence the rush of hot tears to spring forth.

Clutching the pendant to her chest, Hinata glances over her shoulder to the door and windows nervously. She strains her ears for the slightest of sounds, but there aren't any signs of Tomoya or anyone else for that matter. Only the sound of the harsh winds pushing against the aged shed.

Getting to her feet, Hinata doesn't care to dust or fix herself as she quickly makes her way to the door. The door closes behind her as she runs out of the shed, and towards the school.

For once, sadness skates over her skin rather than soaking deep into her.

The little sliver of hope still remains.

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The moment she enters her bedroom, she quietly locks the door before slumping her entire weight against it. Her lips parts to releases a shuddering breath, the movement causing her bag to slip from her shoulders, but she doesn't care.

Today..suck.

Movement from the corner of her eye caught her attention and lavender eyes land on the dancing curtains. Before she even realize, her feet carries her towards the window. Her hand grips on the cool glass and opens it further, allowing more of the crisp autumn air and afternoon light into her room. Closing her eyes, Hinata inhales, pause, and exhales.

Turning away, Hinata moves to the large bed and crawls on it until she reaches the center.

Hinata reverently rubs her fingers along the silken mattress. The comforter was thick and irresistibly soft, like a billowing cloud. She topples onto it, relieved to rest her weary feet and press her cheek to the cool, velvet pillow. Warmth and sleep calls to her like a siren. And all she wants to do is submit to it, but the lulling pull isn't enough to stop her from curling into herself and burying her face into the pillows to muffle soft sobs.

In fact, her mind is very lively at the moment. Her thoughts slow like a beautiful carousel, as if to not miss a single detail. One by one, they sweep by, each dancing like leaves in the wind but also holding a haunting prensence as they suffocate her with their vivid images and cruel whispers.

There is an ache that comes and goes, always sneaking up in the quietest moments. A sick reminder that she's truly alone.

Knowing this should leave her thoughts blank, feeling empty yet it only triggers. Pushing her mind to wander and explore- proposing all the hard hitting question. And once it starts, there's no end.

And as horrible as her sick mind is by trying to convince her that things will get better and painting false images of a normal life- she hates how she yearns to stay in that safe haven.

She hates it because reality never fails to show up at the end. Allowing her to ride the calm wave as she finally comes to as it quietly slithers back into place.

She is always left with this never ending sadness that can't seem to give her a break.

She hates to admit it but, over time the true memory of her parents face has escaped her mind. No longer can she confidently distinguish their true identity in dreams because each time she looses herself into that specific dream, it's always changing.

She's always left to wonder what's true or not and it hurts.

And she dreads the day when she forgets him completely.

So much time has passed since then, already she had lost the sound of his voice and the touch of his skin. All she had left was the occasional fleeting memory of him and her chest ached at the realization. The way his eyes twinkled with happiness and teeth glistening as he smiled, and the muted laughter her memory struggles to remember.

Hinata clutches the necklace in her hand.

If getting past the pain means forgetting you, then I choose suffer my entire life.

Getting into a more comfortable position, Hinata tucks her hand under the pillow- only for her hand come into contact of something thick and soft. Her fingers closes around it into a tight fist and pulls out the dark material. Hinata holds the sweater close to her chest and buries her nose in it, inhaling deep.

Never had she thought she would want so much to have him near. So close that she could feel his warmth radiating off his skin. To hear his voice and be under his comforting, watchful eye.

With Sasuke, he didn't try to hide the pain or brush it away. He made her acknowledge it. When she first came to the conclusion of his motive, it left her feeling unnerving. On edge. But now as she ponders with a much more eased mind, she appreciates the thought. He wants her to understand that she didn't have to shoulder her burdens on her own. That, if she choose to, someone could be the one to do it in her stead. But who could she rely on with such a task? Who would ever want to deal with such a troublesome person as herself?

Her nostrils engulfs the delicate hint of softener and natural scent that can't fully be described other than pleasant.

It made her feel warm inside, and she buried her warm face in it further.

Images of Sasuke floods her brain. She doesn't fight it.

His has this intensity- his presence alone makes anyone stop in their tracks, and his expression that's both intimidating and riveting as the day she first laid eyes on him.

He has a face that's strong and defined, with dark hair that is thick and lustrous. His dark eyebrow always seem to slip downward in a serious expression or in thought. And just underneath are mesmerizing abyss colored eyes that takes breath away.

He towers over her, but not in a threatening way. And underneath all the shirts and bulky sweaters, she knows his body is toned and always warm whenever he touched and held her close.

At first she couldn't get a read on him as he tends to stay aloof. But longer she focus, learning- watching, it was hard to ignore the subtle quirk. The only hint of emotions was either from the smooth sound of his voice, and the curve of his lips.

When speaking to her, it's was low and soft but powerful enough to send pleasant chills through her body.

Hinata close her eyes, letting her mind drown in the memory of his voice.

When speaking to her, it's was low and soft but powerful enough to send pleasant chills through her body.

Hinata close her eyes, letting her mind drown in the memory of his voice.

His lips- when he chuckles, he has a habit to duck his head low enough to have long bangs shield his face, but then he'll tip his head up, and it's then she would catch a glimpse of the way the edge of pale lips push up, twitching into his cheek and scrunching one eye up. It wasn't a full grin, but a welcome sign nonetheless.

The only time she seen a true smile was in the photo that sat on his nightstand.

Hinata wonders if she'll ever see that genuine smile in person.

And she can't forget about that curious gaze of his. An intensity that speaks honesty and gentleness from onyx eyes as they continuously survey her.

To her, he was a stranger. But now? Now he's-

Lavender eyes flutters opens and already glazed with a glassy layer of tears. As she blinked, the salty drops drips from her eyelids and slide down her cheeks.

What is he to her now?

An acquaintance?

A friend?

Hinata digs her hand inside the pocket and pulls out the small device. Sniffing, she closes her eyes, ridding the blur and allowing more salty tears to roll down her cheeks and dampen the pillow beneath her. Taking a moment to calm her breathing, lavender eyes opens to stare at her reflection in the dark screen.

She unlocks the phone easily, she pauses as she finally takes in the background.

It's of him and that girl, from the photo. How had she missed that?

Lavender eyes drops down to the phone icon. Her trembling thumb hovers over it. Taking a deep, shaky breath, she presses the green icon and scrolls down to the four letter word.

Pushing the increasing nerves aside, she gathers the little bit of courage she could and holds on, Lavender eyes closes as she presses the phone to her ear and listens to the dial tone.

"Sasuke?" An unexpectedly low yet familiar husky voice stops her breath in her throat. She remains still as she easily matched it to the older yet expressionless male in the Uchiha household.

"Why are you-"

She ends the call. Holding down the button on the top right, Hinata waits for the option to "slide to power off" before dragging her finger across the screen.

We are moving along despite my late ass update. If you're still with this story, thanks so much! And as such, I feel the need to give a spoiler of the next chapter- but not because I feel terribly guilty or anything, I'm doing it because I just want to..

I totally feel guilty.

Spoiler: Our boi Sasuke rescues our girl once more.

Tell me your thoughts, and please, please, PLEASE stay safe. Keep your distance, wash your hands, and stay YOUR BUTTS HOME!