Aienai. (NaruHina) |English|

Chapter 25 - Declarations.

PLAY: LITTLE THINGS — ONE DIRECTION.

Hinata woke up startled, sweating cold and completely still. She had dreamed of Shinji, of him hurting and beating her. That was a horrible dream.

She sighed, grateful that it was just a dream and went to run her hand over her face, but before she could touch her skin, her eyes fell on her hand, purple, cut, bruised... And reality hit her with extraordinary force: it had been true, it had really happened, it hadn't been a simple nightmare, it was memories. And with them, came a memory of Naruto with her on his lap, both of them in the bathroom, with her crying.

Naruto.

He'd slept with her, sung to her.

Naruto.

She turned to look for him in that huge bed, but the cold sheet told her that he had been gone for some time. Panic flooded her throat and before she knew it, she had already put on a shirt of his that she had found and was heading downstairs—as far as her muscles and bruised body would allow—toward the kitchen.

As she imagined, Naruto was there: handsome, strong and drinking a cup of coffee, wearing the same pants he had slept in, but all was lost to Hinata when she realized he wasn't alone.

There was a girl with long pink hair in front of her at the counter, with thousands of papers on her and they both looked serious, with another boy next to the pink one. A tall, dark-haired boy with eyes as black as his hair, also focused on what she was saying.

Then serious green eyes stared at her and her expression changed from professional to surprised and sad very quickly. Sakura .

And with it came the dark eyes so thought-provoking. Sasuke .

The names popped into her mind, but everything seemed so out of place.

Lastly, Hinata saw very blue and surprised eyes, those that were the only ones she felt trusted and didn't need time to realize it was Naruto.

"Oh my God, Hina...

But before Sakura could hug her shoulders, which were already starting to shake, Naruto grabbed her arm and shook his head seriously.

"Not yet, Sakura.

Sasuke stared at Naruto's fingers.

"Naruto, she's one of the only ones Hina lets touch her, why not?" he asked.

"Because yesterday, Sasuke, Hinata didn't recognize me."

Sakura looked into his eyes, dumbfounded, and guilt hit Hinata. It's not that she wanted to do that with Naruto, she just walked on the edge. And her friend's gray eyes, worried and extremely sad at having been denied the chance to hug her, looked into hers looking for something.

When he spoke, his voice was low:

"Is that true, Hina?"

Lowering her head, Hinata nodded, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

- Oh damn...

"Shh, Sakura..." Sasuke's voice came softly and Hinata knew he was holding his friend's hands. - Relax, breathe...

Hearing that, knowing it was because of her that Sakura was saying inaudible things to him in a worried tone, tears started to fall from her eyes.

Everything she touched she destroyed with her sadness, all she did was hurt others. But then strong arms tightened around her and Hinata found herself settling into Naruto's safe ways to cry.