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Hinata felt like an ocean was raging in her head. 10 title waves. She felt like she was going to puke.
"Get up princess. . . at least you didn't snore tonight." Karin was fine, despite the fact that she must've had three times as much alcohol as Hinata. She realized she was still wearing the dress from last night, and her eyes focused on the blue transparent sleeves, trying to block the pounding out of her head.
"I said get up princess! I'm leaving! Won't you miss me?" Did she actually care? Hinata tried to reorganize her thoughts and get her pounding head in gear. It was as if the bassline from the music last night had been permanently implemented into her brain. Only 10 times louder and 5 hours later.
"After all, Sasuke's waiting." The bassline in her head stopped.
Sasuke. . . Sasuke. . . SASUKE! Blurred images from last night slowly focused into her brain, turning her a revolting shade of red.
"Oh. . . god. . . ." Hinata crumpled inside.
Suddenly, Karin didn't look too cheerful and happy to her. She knew Karin liked him. . . her smile seemed to transform into a wicked grin in Hinata's mind.
"Ooooh, you think I still like him don't you? Well, don't worry about it, you guys are like, sooooooooo cute together, I'm totally over it!" Hinata wasn't convinced, but she still summoned her strength and managed to roll out of bed.
"Here Princess, take this." Karin handed her a wet towel and a small pill.
Please don't call me princess. . . Hinata had always hated when branch members called her that, why'd Karin even start?
"Swallow, and use this to wash the make-up off your face."
Oh god. . . make-up too? Last night was like a dream. . . a strange twisted dream in which someone who looked exactly like her fell in love. . . and was loved back.
I was loved. . . back? She shook her head and for once, pulled off the whole tough look, slapping the towel on her face, and taking the pill dry. She really was becoming stronger, even acting the part. Karin smirked, before exiting the room with a false salute.
"We did a good job on you, Hina-chan."
As Hinata wiped the crumbling false beauty of last nights make-up off her face, she realized that she was evil.
She was one of those people who had killed Neji's father for his eyes, burned down villages, and turned prodigies into monsters. She was one of those people she had trained to fight, to bring down. She had wanted to become stronger to defeat evil. Now that she was stronger evil was a part of who she was.
She suddenly felt like crying, but, the strong did not cry. She couldn't bring herself to shed a single drop of self-pity.
"Oh god. . . what have I done with myself?" She looked at herself in the dusty old mirror, her tiny pale hands now callused and dirty, the corners of her eyes shadowy from the club of last night, her eyes holding hazy blue tone. Not exactly a friendly one, but a formidable aura.
I guess everything comes at a price. Since strong wasn't Hinata, Hinata couldn't stay herself in exchange. For the first time, it was not determination that made her push open the door, but full out habit. It wasn't new territory, it wasn't the strange twisted new world she called home. It was part of her now. Just home. She didn't feel twisted at all, and that was what made her feel ill.
"Hey."
She turned around. . . and there was Sasuke, leaning on the wall opposite her, his face sour, but his voice kind. She wondered if this was a genjutsu. . . or if she was dreaming. Sasuke Never said 'hey'. She was expecting him to ignore her again. . . she was hoping he would.
He was walking towards, her, she couldn't move. His hands were callused like hers, they traced her face, icy and surreal. Suddenly, Hinata felt the twinge of blue haze underneath her eyes burst forth, and the near invisible lines of chakra swept across her face. My new Byakugan is activiating. . .
Her eyes narrowed.
And then my plan will be complete! It was not Sasuke's thought process. Something was different, She couldn't know it, or place her finger on it, but the new Byakugan didn't lie. The Sasuke whose fingers rested in her hair, and whose eyes rested on her face wasn't real.
She backed away now, her eyes narrowing.
". . . Kabuto-san. . . Karin-san. . . is this some kind of joke?" The fake Sasuke's eyes widened in surprise, and then narrowed in what looked like a victory before disappearing. That expression. . . she knew it from somewhere. As well as the icy feeling of his touch.
"Or are you possibly. . . Oro. . . chi. . . maru?" She asked the empty hallway. It responded with an echo of her voice, wavering and distorting as it faded away.
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Sasuke woke up alone. He dressed alone, and dragged his hung-over head down the hallways, alone.
He felt as if he was back in Kohona, with thousands of people pouring over him, their souls praising and dancing over him with false understanding. He kept glancing over his shoulder, expecting to see someone pointing or whispering bout last night. Someone making a big deal out of his every step. But he was alone.
Until he saw her. Hinata, last nights drunken adventures affecting the way he perceived her every move. His eyes were no longer in denial. His mind narrowed on her, split between hatred, and lust. How dare she make him human? But then. . . he saw himself. . . Himself? He shook his head, wondering if he was dreaming, or still just really really drunk. No, that was defiantly his hands running over her face, or at least an imitation. It was too good to be an invention of Kabuto or Karin.
"Is this a joke?" He heard her voice, and he saw the copy of himself vanish. It was too good an imitation for Hinata to have picked it out. Right? How could she tell? His mind was latched onto her, the way she paused, and despite the fact that her bloodline was activated, still didn't see him. Wasn't that how it always was?
"Oro. . . chi. . . maru?"
That's exactly what he was thinking.
"But now. . . I don't care anymore." He muttered to himself. He didn't care about what happened to him or Hinata in the end, he didn't care about what Orochimaru would do to her afterwards, and though he didn't admit it, he didn't care about revenge. He just wanted Hinata, and just about now would be perfect timing.
"Oi! SASUKE-KUN!!!" Time was never perfect for Sasuke, He saw Hinata jump at the sound of his name, and he smirked in her direction, before lowly turning to face the girl who'd called him.
". . . Karin." It was a statement. The Redhead paused, her hair spiked and wild on one side, and impossibly straight on the other. Her eyes locked with his, holding a strange emotion that, if he wasn't so cold hearted, would have broken him in a second. It wasn't terrifying, nothing scared Sasuke. It was fierce and warm, a simple warning of what he was going to go through. It said I don't love you anymore, and you can't control me. And it held some of his own emotions, a smirk of victory at him finally falling for someone, and this wild glint of friendship. He blinked, and it was gone. She was normal Karin again, and she said simply; "Get Hina-chan and lets go, I'm leaving in 10 minutes." Sasuke didn't move.
Karin sighed and said "Oi! HINA-CHAN!!!!!!" exactly the way she called his name before. Sasuke smiled, another fangirl off his back. At least he didn't have to knock this one out to get his point across.
As Hinata shyed over, Sasuke never gave her a second glance. He was unsure how to move now. He could have charmed her in a second if he didn't like her. . . but now that he did, he felt awkward, like a child.
"Ugh, you people move so slow!" Karin immediately grabbed both of them by the elbows and dragged them down the hallways, which almost made the look of the lair less menacing.
"When I come back, we're going out again you guys, same club, only we're staying out ALLLLLL night! You two might just have to get a room." Neither of them responded to her comment. She just grinned all the same, prancing down the hallways like some sort of deranged bat.
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"You remember the mission criteria?" Orochimaru sounded more like a concerned parent than a snake magic sannin.
"Yeah yeah." And Karin was the despondent teenager.
"As I said before, You'll play a wounded leaf ninja. Kohona has good bonds with the waterfall village, and that's rare since they barely have bonds with anyone at all. Now, you need your wounds." Hinata stared. He was really going to beat her up, just for a mission's sake? She wouldn't put it past him. . .
His hands formed once again, seals and symbols she had never even seen before, and then he touched her lightly on the head. Instantly, her arm jutted out at a weird angle, her face became bruised and bloody, and cuts traced themselves all over her now mangled body. . . she smiled then, and looking at a now pale and struggling not to panic Hinata, laughed. "It's okay Hinata. It doesn't hurt at all. That's the jutsu. The wounds can fool any medical ninja, they heal slowly and have no real impact on the body." Hinata was still struggling to unlock her eyes from the sight of the mangled creature in front of her.
"The only catch." Orochimaru said with a glare. "Is that if you actually get hurt, even a tiny scratch, your pain will come full force."
"Yeah yeah, but that's easy." She said. Even Karin was beginning to question Orochimaru's unwavering care for her welfare. She looked as if she would say more to him, but she simply threw on a cloak and picked up a pack, giving one last glance over her shoulder, her glasses slipping slightly, and her hair flailing in the wind.
"I think I'll actually miss you, Hinata." The Hyyuga blinked. She was gone.
"I-I" She cursed herself for stuttering, the habit was beneath her now.
"I think I'll miss you too, Karin."
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As Hinata left, Sasuke following behind her, half like a loyal dog, half like a Hungary wolf, Kabuto turned to his master.
"A party, money, chiding her like a father… Orochimaru-sama?"
For once the man with the eyes a snake did not look heartless, but nearly heart broken.
"The Chances that Karin will survive this mission… are slim to none."