It's taken me awhile, but thanks to the enthusiastic (and sometimes slightly scary) reviews I've received, this story continues to live! I'm so glad people are reviewing. I'm getting so motivated. So, keep the reviews coming people and I'll get these out faster and faster. Ok, two things. I did get a lot of questions regarding the man who was controlling Sasuke and Hinata last chapter. And the answer to those questions is: He isn't cupid or God. He is someone of my own creation whose identity and story will slowly reveal itself as time goes on. I'm hoping to get a really good story behind him. And as for the sudden Sasuhina, well, it was merely a gateway for a real relationship. With that being said, I hope you enjoy this chapter. There won't be as much fluffy stuff but I hope you'll still like it.
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-fallen.angel
What You Don't Know
Her lips were burning but she couldn't leave his embrace. Her heart was going to burst out of her chest, but she couldn't break away. Her head hurt from the pure adrenaline rush, but she stayed where she was. Partly because it felt so good. But also partly because she was curious. What had brought on this sudden show of random affection in Sasuke? As far as she knew, he had never liked any of the girls in Konoha. In fact, she had always thought that he might be gay. He never once looked at any of the other girls in a way that a boy would romantically. So there was naturally a lot of suspicion. So she wanted to know what was making this enigmatic boy kiss her. She wanted to know if it was feelings of love (probably not) or feelings of lust (maybe). So she tried to feel something through the heated kiss. However, she felt nothing but …. was it …..
All of a sudden, Sasuke pulled away, his eyes flashing from pink to black again and again and again. And this time, Hinata knew that she was not imagining the vivid flashes. They were clear, bright, and she was amazed by it but real. His face was glowing. Not with happiness though. It was glowing with demonic lust.
And Hinata had never been more scared in her life.
Then, his face turned back to the way it always was: Stoic, cold, and seemingly unfeeling. She sighed audibly with relief. Sasuke looked at her strangely.
"Uhh…U-Uchiha-san?"
He turned to her.
"Yes?"
"W-what was t-that for?"
Sasuke looked around at his bare apartment, his onyx, ebony eyes sweeping around the room in seemingly emotionless gloom. And then his eyes returned to her face. He looked her up and down a few times and then he started to walk away. Hinata was alarmed. He had just taken her very first kiss! He had taken the very kiss that she wanted to be with Naruto! And now he was just going to walk out on her? No. She was a very timid girl. Very timid. But she was not going to let him just go away. No. Not without an explanation. It was the very least she deserved. She felt a sense of righteous indignation sweep through her body.
"Uchiha-san!" she called.
His body stiffened and then he inclined his head towards Hinata.
"I'd appreciate it," he said coldly, "if you could just leave now."
She felt like she had just been stabbed. He had kissed her and he was going to just pretend it hadn't happened. Hinata felt almost offended. Did she kiss that bad? And even though she didn't like him like Naruto, she didn't want him to think badly of her. Besides, it was….sort of nice. The kiss. She hadn't minded it. In fact, remembering it now, she hadn't wanted to break away.
"I w-won't."
She was amazed at her own audacity. She was standing up to someone who most likely wouldn't stand for that.
"What?"
She gathered up her courage. "I won't," she managed to choke out without stuttering.
"And why?"
She took a deep breath. "I want an explanation."
"For what?"
Hinata's patience, endless and deep as it was, was growing a little weary. She wasn't trying to pick a fight with Sasuke. She was merely trying to make a little sense of this messed situation.
"T-the k-kiss."
He turned fully around and his face looked perturbed. "Look, Hinta, it didn't mean anything. I wouldn't like someone like you. You're not pretty. You're not even cute. So stop trying to bother me and go home."
Hinata's face flushed with shame and anger. "My name is Hinata," she said.
"Whatever. Just go."
She felt tears well at the corners of her eyes. How could he be so mean? How could he not even know her name? But she decided to try one more time.
"B-but-"
Sasuke's face turned from annoyed to livid in a matter of seconds. "Get out!" he said, his Sharingan activating.
Hinata trembled with fear. She could barely feel her feet she was so nervous. But some instinctual force activated itself inside her brain.
And she ran.
She ran away from the scene. She ran away from Sasuke and his color changing eyes. She ran away from the house where her life had changed. She ran and ran. She didn't even know where she was going to run to. She just kept going and going. And she kept crying and crying. What the hell was she going to do? This was so screwed up! She should have slept in today. She shouldn't have been compelled to find Naruto at the ramen stand. If she hadn't met Sakura and Naruto, she wouldn't have had to go to Sasuke's. And if she hadn't gone to Sasuke's, then she wouldn't be so confused and so sad. And what about Naruto? What was he going to think of her? She wanted him to like her so much! And now if he thought that she was with Sasuke, then he would never love her. And Sakura? Sakura was going to kill her! Hinata took Sasuke from her as far as Sakura was concerned. Hinata's tears flew harder and more steadily down her face.
What am I going to do? She wailed inwardly.
Her feet took her to a small glade in the woods. She threw herself down on the soft grass and cried her eyes dry. When she felt well enough to survey her surroundings, she realized that she was in the most beautiful place she had ever seen. A small pond was in the middle of the clearing and blue wildflowers were growing everywhere. The sun was shining breathtakingly on the water creating sparkles on the pond. Then wind currents rushed down upon the glade making the grass flutter lightly in the afternoon sun and the lake's sunshine sparkles travel slowly across the way. It was a little place of beauty and Hinata wasn't going to leave. She couldn't face anyone just yet. She knew that everyone was going to worry about her. Well maybe not Sasuke. And probably not Sakura. And most likely, not Naruto. Neji would though. She sighed. It seemed these days that no one cared about her presence at all.
Her tears continued. She wanted to make sense of this! She really did! Okay, chill, Hyuuga, she reprimanded herself. Make a list. Be organized. Work this out.
And she did.
She decided that Sasuke was under some sort of spell. His eyes had flashed pink after all. And as far as she knew, the Uchiha's bloodline limit, Sharingan, only manifested in the eyes as red. It had to be some sort of outside interference.
Hinata continued to muse over this as she slowly drifted off into a much needed sleep.
Sasuke was throwing things around his room and cursing loudly.
His alarm clock.
Smash!
His lamp.
Crash!
Numerous books.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
What the hell had happened back there? He hadn't wanted to kiss that girl. She was nothing to him. Nothing! What did he do? Why had he come onto her like that?
Why? Bang! Why? Boom! Why? Smash!
Sasuke was running out of things to throw.
He collapsed on his sheet less bed. (He had torn off the sheets in frustration fifteen minutes ago). This was terrible. Horrible. Awful. Dreadful. Bad. Appalling. He was never going to be able to fix what he had started.
He sighed. Hinata. So that was her name.
All of a sudden, he felt very drowsy. This day was killing him. And he was awakened from his sleep by Naruto, Sakura, and….Hinata.
His eyes closed…
He slept.
The man with the bowls and bottles was in a very good mood. He had created turmoil. He had created mayhem. He had created commotion. He had created havoc. And as far as he was concerned, this was the best day of his life. Sasuke and Hinata were going to be confused and enraged. Sakura and Naruto were going to be heartbroken and in pain. And even better yet, this was all for a job. He was doing this for his boss. His superior. This was all for him. It was great that this job was fun for him and would please his boss.
He loved his boss.
His boss gave him a life. His boss made things possible. And his boss made it so that no one would ever bother him again. He made sure they didn't bother him. He made sure of everything. He always looked after him. And that's why the man with the bottles had to make sure the plans unfolded as perfectly as possible. Everything had to be precise. Because nothing was to perfect for the boss.
He smirked.
He got up from his bowl watching table and navigated his numerous shelf for another bottle of mysterious liquid. This time, he extracted a green one from his great multitude of bottles. He carried it delicately back to his table and pulled a specific bowl closer to him. Its waters were roiling with pinkish red frothy water.
Sakura Haruno's.
He undid the cork and poured the lot of the bottle in the bowl. He watched the green mix in with the pink and he sat back.
Things were about to get more interesting.
Well, this wasn't good at all. Too short and too rushed. It sort of seemed like a filler. Oh well. I'll look at this as a gateway of more exciting things to come. But I honestly couldn't bring myself to make this longer. So I'm sorry. Maybe next time this will get better and more interesting.
People come back ok? Don't be discouraged by this chapter!!!
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-fallen.angel