I'm not sure how many more chapters of this I'll make, but I'm sure it's coming to an end soon. As you can tell, there's no real plot, just a little story playing in my head.
Sunlight spilled through the half-covered window and played across the gentle, sleeping features. As the brightness reached the sleeper's eyes, they slowly blinked open and pale lavender eyes gazed ahead, as if still in the dream she had just been in. She turned to her side, avoiding the sunlight.
Hinata gently sighed, staring at the photo on her nightstand. It was of her and Sasuke at a christmas party five years ago, and it had taken her forever to get him to agree for the picture.
Every morning she would wake up and lay there, finding something in her room to remind her of him. And every morning, she would remember his face the last time she saw him.
His eyes were happy. Then they turned sad with pain and betrayal.
She felt her chest tighten with the daily pressure from the memories.
It hurt her to remember the last time she saw him.
She'd been in America with her mother for three years now, and she had finished school a year and a half ago. Hinata felt alone all the time, even when her mother tried to make a connection with her. Ever since her parents had gotten a divorce, that strong mother and daughter bond had been seriously strained. They managed to restore some of it, but the rest had been lost in the years of separation.
Hinata sighed again and rolled out of bed, brushing tangled knots of hair out of her face. Once she reached her vanity, she stared at herself in the mirror. She looked over all her features: her pale skin that clashed in harmony with her dark hair, and her eyes that were just the right shade between the tints and shades of her face. Then she stared at her hair and felt sad. Another thing she found today that reminded her of Sasuke.
"Get over it, stupid... He's probably moved on now..." she said to herself, her voice cracking.
There was a soft knock at her door. "Hinata, dear, are you ready?" her mother said, slightly opening the door.
"One moment, mother." she replied, almost inaudibly.
It was Christmas time, and Hiashi had somehow convinced Hana to come visit them for the holidays. Hinata was happy at first, but then began to dread the days that counted down to December twentieth.
She brushed her hair and braided it down the back, something she did every single morning. She hadn't cut her hair since she left Japan and it had gotten so much longer that the beautiful strands had occasionally become a hassle. She dressed in some jeans and a turtleneck, grabbed her purse and coat, and after brushing her teeth, followed her mother out to the packed car.
The ride to the airport was quiet, but unlike the first ride in Japan, Hinata felt at ease with Hana. Over the two years, Hana was more of a mother than Hinata thought.
When Hinata was four, her mother abandoned her and Hanabi. It took years for Hinata to finally forgive Hana, even though the thought of it still sent a pang through her chest. Ever since then, Hana had been trying to make up for lost time by being a close parent, helping her when she had trouble in school, even taking care of Hinata when she was sick.
The ride took a little over half an hour, and the wait was an hour itself. As they found their seats on the plane, Hinata took out her phone and texted Hanabi.
"On the plane now. Be there soon!"
Hinata smiled, feeling accomplished that she had kept in touch with her sister. Over the three years, Hinata had seen pictures of how much Hanabi had grown up. She looked much like Hinata did, except shorter and with her father's hair.
Hinata leaned her head back on the seat, closing her eyes, just waiting for the plane to take off and wishing for it to land as soon as possible.
Six hours later, Hana gently shook her sleeping daughter awake. "Hinata, we're here. Wake up, sweetheart."
Hinata stirred and her eyes fluttered open. It was dark outside, and all Hinata wanted to do was sleep the whole time they were here. "Come on, Hinata. Your father is waiting with the car." Hana said with a smile. Hinata nodded, attempting to return the smile.
The young girl sleepily followed her mother to the baggage center, grabbing all her bags and heading for the doors to the parking lot. Hinata had just made it out the door when a fast little body almost tackled her to the ground.
"Hinata!" Hanabi exclaimed as she held on to her sister tighter than ever. "I missed you so much! Your hair is so long!" she said, talking on and on all the way home. Hinata smiled and listened, just being happy that she was with her sister and father again.
Once they reached the house, it took Hinata all the strength she could muster to reach the front door. As soon as she entered the house, she mumbled a sleepy "Good night." to everyone and forced herself to her room. She barely had the consciousness to change from her clothes to her pajamas. She happily plopped into her old bed, falling asleep almost instantly.
The next few days consisted of catching up with family members and old friends. Hinata talked of old memories and new stories. Even though she was occupied with all the hustle and bustle, there was one though that wormed it's way into her mind. One little pang that pulled and tugged at her heart.
She hadn't seen Sasuke.
She'd seen Ino, Naruto, Lee, Tenten... Everyone. Even Sasuke's elder brother, Itachi, had showed up to see her. But no Sasuke.
On the night of Christmas Eve, Hinata decided it was too much. She sat up in bed, letting the cool air run over her warm cheeks. She sighed.
She looked down at her hands. They were shaking.
'Don't cry! You're stronger than this...' Hinata told herself, trying to ignore the stinging behind her eyes.
"I.. I can't..." she mumbled. Then it was all over. Warm tears spilled from her eyes and cascaded down her cheeks. She clutched at her chest, feeling the hole start to open again. Closing her eyes tightly, she bit the inside of her cheek, almost immediately tasting the metallic tinge of blood. "Sasuke..."
"It feels good hearing you say my name again, Hina-chan."
Hinata almost jumped out of her skin. Her head whipped to the shadowy figure standing in her doorway. "S-Sasuke! W-What are you d-d-doing here? How did you g-get in here?"
The boy held up a ring with a key on it. "You gave it to me, remember? You said if I ever needed you... I could always find you." he said, his voice diminishing into sadness. "You left me."
Hinata put her head down, her eyes focusing on her fingers. "I'm s-sorry..."
"You left me... And never said goodbye."
She heard the door close and his soft footsteps make their way to her bed.
"You were my best friend..." he said softly.
Hinata held her breath to stop herself from sobbing. More tears spilled from her eyes as every word pierced her heart. He was right. She felt her bed dip as he sat next to her.
"Sasuke... I'm so.. S-Sorry..." she stuttered. She almost jumped again when she felt his finger under her chin as he made her look at him. As soon as her eyes met his, a soft blush covered her cheeks. Three years since she looked into those eyes... They hadn't changed. Sasuke's face became broader and more handsome. She couldn't help but look at his lips, the last place she touched on him.
In a matter of seconds, Hinata felt herself wrapped in his strong arms, his face nuzzled into her neck. "Don't you ever leave me again!" he begged, desperation evident in his voice. "Don't... Ever..." he choked out.
"S-Sasuke-" before she could get the second word out, lips touched lips. Hinata let out a small squeak as Sasuke overpowered her. He took both her hands in his, lacing their fingers together and holding them as tight as he could without hurting her.
Hinata slowly felt herself slipping away under his touch. It was soft yet demanding, like he'd been deprived of this. And he had. She closed her eyes, only to feel a burning in her core. She felt it spread through her veins, all the way to her fingertips and toes. This is what she had been missing. She needed to feel Sasuke's lips against hers, just as she did now. Much to her dismay, Sasuke pulled away. They sat there for what seemed like hours, in comfortable silence.
"W-What about... Sakura-san?" Hinata suddenly asked, forgetting all about what happened merely moments before.
Sasuke smiled a bit. "Days after you left... I called it quits with her."
This took Hinata by surprise. "R-Really?"
Sasuke nodded. "I realized... My happiness didn't lie with her. It was with someone else... Someone..." he then lifted his hand and gently brushed some strands of hair from her eyes. "Someone who had been there, by my side, the whole time..."
Hinata's eyes widened as Sasuke moved in again. "M-Me?"
"You... Every night, I dreamed of you Hinata. You were always there, just out of my reach. I was blinded by what I thought was love for Sakura. I'm asking you to forgive me." He placed one hand on her cheek as he pressed his forehead to hers. "Make me yours, Hinata. I can't bear to live another day without you..." he begged, his voice softening to a whisper.
Hinata looked into his eyes and read them, proof that everything he was telling her was sincere. "I love you." she said boldly. "I've loved you... Since the night you came to me... Crying about Sakura. I couldn't bear to see you with her..." She closed her eyes, feeling that retched stinging come again.
Sasuke placed a finger over her lips. "That's over now. I'm here..." he said, attempting to console her. He gently laid her on her back. In one swift movement, he unzipped his jacket and tossed it to the floor, discarded his shirt, socks, and shoes, and lifted Hinata's comforter, sliding in right next to her.
"Don't worry... Your family will never know I was here." he whispered to her in a soft yet husky voice. He smiled when he saw Hinata's eyes dreamily flutter. He slowly ran his hands up and down her arms, then to her shoulders, then her neck. "Would... It be creepy if I said this was one of my dreams, also?"
Hinata shook her head, denying what he said. After that, his lips were on hers again. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling his body closer to hers. Hinata was taken by surprise when she felt a shift in weight as Sasuke pulled himself above her, pinning her down. Hinata knew they had both wanted, needed, had to have this moment. It couldn't have been more perfect for her she thought as she gazed up at the man she had been in love with. She looked over his features again, his face illuminated by the moonlight that spilled through the open window.
Hinata smiled and knew she was staring into the face of her future.
Hours later, clothes were strewn across the floor and the sheets were tussled across the two people lying in a tangled mess on the bed. A mix of pale skin and dark hair blended perfectly in the moonlight.
"I love you."
"As I love you, Hinata."
All he wanted was someone to love. Someone to hold.
Finally, he found that someone.
She was always there.
And now he would never lose her again.
THE END! I hoped the ending doesn't displease anyone. I spent almost four hours finishing this.
Hope you like!