Hello! I'm sorry for the LONG wait and I hope this and the other updates will make up for it! Sorry, and enjoy!
I don't own Naruto, or the following mentioned characters in my story. Kishimoto is the rightful owner, i'm just simply a major fan of the SasuHina fan base. That is all, so on with the story...
Previously:
"Hm" Following her gaze he saw the clock. Noticing the time. Chuckling slightly, he sighed profoundly.
"Stop apologizing, it's annoying" He mumbled, his eyes gazing down at his bowl of almost finished rice.
"B-B-But I-"
"You tried. So don't ruin the rest of the day"
"B-B-But there's only t-t-three minutes left a-a-and you-"
"Thank you"
With the sound of frying food, and the smell floating throughout Sasuke's apartment. Sasuke instantly took in the warmth smell from his sleeping state. Almost immediately waking up with his eyes flying open. His stomach growling in anticipation. Removing the silky cream covers from his body, and letting his legs dangle from the edge of his bed. He slip off his bed, his warm feet touching the cold wood board's. Walking pass his bed, and towards his open door. He exit his clean bedroom, entering his empty hallway. Taking in the scent of cooking fish as he inched closer. His footsteps soft and silent. Coming around the ending of the hallway, Sasuke made a turn to the right. Fish, rice, and tea danced around his nostrils. Soft humming, perked his ears. In an instant, he stood in front of his island table. Taking in the view of the Hyuga heiress. Her back facing him. Her long and bluette hair tied in a messy bun. A few strands falling on the side of her pale neck. A white apron, tied around her small petite waist.
"Hyuga" Not being the polite type of person, he wasn't use to the Good mornings and other formal speaking. He long ago, lost interest in those things. She turned around. Her bangs, slightly swept to the side. Giving her a total different look. With a wood spoon in her hand, she smiled tiredly. Not noticing the red sauce dripping from the large brown spoon. "The spoon" He pointed out. His eyes averting to the red sauce staining his floors. Realizing her mistake, Hinata bowed. Setting the spoon aside. Quickly taking a wet cloth, as she bend down. Wiping the stain off the unique and expensive wood floors. "Leave it " He proclaimed. Walking closer to the filled pots of cooking food and plates of hot dishes. He saw a bowl of rice, as usual. Some left over cake, nicely put away in three small containers. And some nicely well made, cooked fish in a plate with lemon and a salad on the side. "You made this" He asked. Mentally face palming. Of course she did.
"H-H-Hai" Standing up, she set the cloth in the sink. "I-I-I thought that you could at least have a m-m-morning breakfast" She mumbled softly. Sasuke nod. Hinata, rinsing the cloth from the red sauce had her back facing Sasuke.
"I-I-Is there anything that y-y-you'll like to eat?" She questioned. He observed her, her shifting figure moving side to side as she set the cloth aside. Her messy bun, letting some new strands fall loose. Stopping the water, she dried her hands with her apron. Turning around, as she faced him once again. Her eyes glossy, as she let out a small yawn. Being the well-mannered heiress she was, she covered her mouth as she did so. Very lady like Her pale skin, and the dark bags under her eyes made him realize her lack of any descent sleep. Viewing her covered yawning, her glossy, and blinking eyes, along with her aching, tired smile. He frowned. What could she be loosing sleep in?
"Have you not been sleeping well?" He asked after the many racing questions coursing through his mind. Ignoring her previous question altogether. Doing so, had confusion dance across her pale orbs. Shaking her head back and forth, very slowly. Biting her bottom lip, uncertainty.
