Story: Echando Flores
Author: chocoGONEsushi
A/N: I'm a Sticker H00r. ;)
Disclaimer: If it doesn't sound like it belongs to me, you are in liberty to assume it doesn't.

Alright, so I shouldn't have gone all what? and stuff. But I had my right!

Mikoto-san was supposed to come to dinner alone with her husband, not with their kids.

Who am I kidding? The Uchiha Twins probably have better things to do then go to dinner with their parents' friends.

I let out an amused snort and Hanabi stares at me with a raised eyebrow, but soon grins and straightens herself when distinctive voices echo from the threshold.

"I'm so glad you could come!" I hear my Mom say, laughter and happiness in her voice.

"We wouldn't miss this for the world," chortles Mrs. Uchiha Mikoto herself. Her voice is a lot stronger than my own Mother's. She's a lot shorter, though.

"And that's why," continues Mr. Uchiha Fugaku, "we brought the twins."

For a second I'm too caught up in defining his tone of voice, because he sounds a little too happy to be the same man that used to scare me when I was five just to see me scream. (He's a sadist!)

I blink slowly. "What?"

"Ooh! They brought the twins!"

And that's when I hear their equally blank voices, saying the same thing in the same tone at the same time. "Good afternoon, Hyuuga-San."

My Mom squealed happily; she's one of those Moms that loves other people's kids. Especially if they grew up right before her eyes. "You guys are so big! Look at you!"

After, I think, removing their coats, I hear their soft footsteps. In front of me Kiba lets out a growl, but I ignore all of it as before me stand the twins themselves.

"Good afternoon," they both drawl, and both Neji and Kiba scoff. Hanabi seems not to notice the thickness in the air drifting from the two boys and instead, popping above my head grinning madly, waves and says, "Hi!"

They nod toward her and then I feel dread seeing their eyes drift down to me.

I glance around, until Hanabi pinches my arm and hisses, "say something!"

"Uh...hello."

See? Before I would have probably gotten up and given each a hug. But now... I'm clueless. I don't even know if they remember those hugs.

"What? No hug?" says another, much heavier voice. The Sadist.

"OJI-SAN!" Hanabi screams, and goes off to hug Uchiha Fugaku. He's not our uncle, but we've known him for so long I don't think it matters.

"What about me?" whines Uchiha Mikoto, pouting. "Hina-chan?"

I blush and stiffly get out of my seat. She glows with a smile as she embraces me, and the sudden feeling of home sickness makes me want to throw up.

I miss my childhood.

"We're all here! Come on, take a seat." My Mom shoos everyone into a seat, and I stiffly find myself stuck in between the infamous Uchiha Pansies.

Hanabi didn't seem to mind the new seat arrangements, she got to sit next to Itachi-kun.

My Father and Fugaku shake hands and give one another Man Hugs. While Neji and Kiba did the same with both him and Mikoto, they only nodded (rather stiffly, at that) at Itachi and Sasuke.

Someone, please, see through my fake smile and TRADE SEATS WITH ME.

They either don't see, or choose to ignore me.

My Father stands and with the help of my Mom, they both start to serve the food. Fish.

"So," starts Mikoto-san, grinning at me, "how's school? You're still treasurer, correct?"

I smile weakly and nod. "Hai. I'm taking plenty of AP classes, and doing all I can to make sure I go to uni with a perfect record."

Fugaku-oji grins, and slinks an arm around his wife's shoulders. "You should follow her footsteps Sasuke," he stated flatly, still grinning. Sasuke scoffs, and I seriously doubt that comment did anything to help our "friendship".

"You could at least try to be somewhat like your brother."

Okay, so we haven't hung out in a while and maybe he's not the same person. But I know that must have hurt.

I steal a glance at him, and his eyes are still the same careless black. "Don't you think we're alike enough as it is, Mother?"

Oh yeah, you can practically see the snow flowing out of his ears. So cold, this guy.

Needless to say, they left the topic at that.

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After dinner the adults hung around and chatted, drinking wine and talking about adult things I have no interest in knowing.

My Mom, with a big smile on her face and an equally large wine glass in her hand, had said, "why don't you all go to Hinata's room and hang out? Surely you have a lot of things to catch up on!"

And that's how we ended up here.

My room is white, with random lavender swirls I painted (with the help of my Mom and Hanabi) and panda stickers I stuck at equally random little corners.

My lime green bed is placed in the center, with little pandas hanging from the ceiling. They each have their own name and personality. Yeah, I'm like that.

The floor is pure cherry wood, and smooth. I have an entire wall that's full of books and things. No, I don't keep my yaoi manga in there. That's where I keep those romance books I spend all my allowance buying.

I open the white door (it has a panda saying "Hina-chan" on it) as slowly as possible; I'm quite shy about my room.

"Oh, come on, Hina!" Hanabi sighs, and pushes right by me, opening the door wide. I blush lightly and stiffly walk inside, these guys haven't been into my room since... a loooong time ago.

Neji and Kiba follow the handsome Uchihas as they enter slowly, eyeing everything. Neji has his eyes set on the back of Sasuke's skull, while Kiba is growling under his breath.

"Hasn't changed much."

Ha-hasn't changed much?

"Are you kidding?!" Hanabi pops in, grinning. "This room used to be all pink, with choco bunnies popping in and out of the most random spots. Her bed, damn it! It used to be a circle! This place has changed a lot!"

I blush even more. Those chocolate bunnies were my deepest secret (among...other things).

"Oh! Didn't I send you that panda, Hinata?" Kiba, forgetting to growl and fuss, skips over to a stuffed panda wearing a purple tutu.

"You did actually," I say with a smile. Most of the pandas I have here have been gifts.

"Ha! You got her that puny thing? Hinata, show him Maru-chin."

Neji is standing with his hands at his hips, grinning sardonically.

Maru-chin. We never talk about Maru-chin.

Hanabi skips over to one of my closets, and as she places her hand on the knob she turns to us with a grin. "Here's some advice: back up."

Everyone simultaneously took three steps back.

With the grin still carving her face Hanabi flings the door open and quickly dashes away, hiding behind me.

Nothing happens.

"What? I don't--"

"Oh....My...GOD."

Slowly, slowly, a gigantic panda begins to sway. With a loud thump it lands on the floor.

Maru-chin is a custom stuffed panda Neji had ordered for me. He's a about seven feet in height, and five in width.

I don't really care to know how heavy he is, although I realize he is heavy.

"Neji. What the hell?!"

Hanabi giggles and makes a run for the panda, tackling him, soon enough she's bouncing on his back.

"Hanabi! You're gonna get Maru-chin dirty! Gettoff!"

With a wild cry Neji tries to tackle her, only to miss. Kiba sees his change and joyfully joins the tackle-bouncing.

"Such idiots."

Those two simple words woke me up from my bemused state.

"Excuse me?" I turn towards Sasuke, who is not even looking at me. Itachi is standing beside him, watching the whole ordeal with an amused gleam in his eye.

"Idiots," Sasuke repeats. "All idiots."

It pissed me off, to say the least. I mean yeah, they were a little idiotic at times but what gave him the right to say that?

"You would know," I muttered, and it seems the Pansie heard me.

"I beg your pardon?"

I only shake my head. This is not worth it.

"Okay guys, enough! You're gonna rip him!" I flail my arms but to no avail, the three just keep on tackling one another.

I can feel Sasuke's eyes burning a hole in my skull but I try not to let it bother me. I'm tired of it.

If he plans on ignoring me... then I'll just ignore him too.

"This reminds me of something," a smooth voice behind me says. Itachi. Turning around I find him by my side instead, smiling wistfully down at me.

"We used to do things like this, didn't we?"

I blush, because it's true. That and the fact he was staring right at me.

"Y-yeah," I mumble. He still makes me nervous. Why does he make me nervous? He shouldn't. Childhood friends shouldn't make one another nervous, seriously.

"Puddles, remember? Every time it rained we'd be outside jumping the muddy puddles... Sasuke would always complain about getting his Power Ranger rain boots icky-sticky."

There was a gasp, and Hanabi was in front of us in a second. "He used to have Power Ranger rain boots? But not you, Itachi-kun! You're too cool for that!"

Sasuke scoffs from somewhere behind me, and mumbles, "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles."

I find myself giggling, and suddenly someone says, "You shouldn't laugh-- My Little Pony!"

Suddenly, Neji, Kiba, and Hanabi were sitting before us as we recalled all those childhood moments we take for granted.

An by the time they left... I wanted to cry.

Because I still didn't know where my best friends had gone and when they had left my side.

Or if they were to ever come back.

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"Hey... are you asleep?"

A groan.

"Psssst. Heeeey. You awake?" A poke.

Another groan.

"Yoooohoooo! Wakey wakey! Anybod--"

"Hinata, seriously. I will kick you off this bed like a certain dog loving imbecile."

I'm currently stuck between Neji and Hanabi-- Kiba was kicked off a long time ago. Since I haven't seen the two in a long time, we crashed on my bed. Hanabi, the genius, was already tucked in waiting.

We each have issues when it comes to sleeping.

Hanabi latches herself to people, Kiba's a heavy sleeper and tends to talk, I kick and "snore" (I do not!) and Neji is a light sleeper who drools. He says he doesn't, but trust me-- he so does.

"But you're not asleep, Neji!" I whine some more, inching myself closer to his back. "Come on, talk to me..."

Don't let his I'm-A-Tough-Guy look fool you, he's a big mushy pile of niceness in the inside.

"Fine," he sighs, and I latch myself to his back. Kind of like Hanabi, except she's attached to my leg at the moment.

"Have you ever missed your childhood?" I whisper to him, pushing his hair out of my face. It may smell good, but it's currently not allowing me to breathe.

"What?" he says quietly, combing his brown locks behind his ear.

"You know," I mutter, hiding my face on his neck. It's because I feel overwhelmed. It's because I want to cry again.

"Have you ever missed those little things you took for granted? Like friends? Have you ever wished things could go back to how they used to be?"

"Hina?" his tone is worried, and he attempts to turn around to face. I don't let him, because I don't want him to see such a shameful face.

I'm crying. And no matter how badly I want to stop-- I can't!

"I want everything to be okay again, Niisan. I-I want my best friends to still be my f-friends..."

He can't do anything to stop me, so he just lets me use his back.

And before two in the morning I am asleep, and the back of his shirt is soaked.

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A/N: Yo. I lied, lol. Well, no-- since I personally believe Kakashi is alive.

I just like writing too much to stop for such a reason. :)

Thanks to everyone who told me not to...

I was actually shocked I wrote such a thing. I'm such a girl. ...sigh.

Well, enjoy this thing. This weird chapter thing.

Mucho love,

cGs.