(Yes, its Enma Ai the Hell Girl) Kinda what Hinata is wearing. Okay minna, its Shikamaru day for me so I'll skip a few episode since I just want to get to the fight and like I said I'll be skipping a lot so don't mind me and also I just really hate Sakura (sorry Sakura lovers but Hinata still wins) oh! And did I mention there will be flashback of the Forest of Death in this chapter?
I sighed changing to a black kimono with colorful designed fans on it with a red obi. I sighed touching my long hair, I feel like I'm stealing princess Kaguya hair. I look in the mirror in front of me to see my eyes had change color. It was pale lavender color now its just like bloody red. I blinked and saw my origin eye color back again. I see now, the red pupils must be for the next stage. The red eyes reminds me of Sasuke, when he fought this grass ninja but it wasn't just red. It was black, evil and hatred aurora were coming from him. And that I knew, my duty was to protect him and support him.
~flashback~
Sasuke was holding this grass ninja guy hands behind his back almost pulling them apart. I watched quietly at him as I felt a vibe tingles through my chest. I knew he was mad as hell so I didn't stopped him, but I know it wasn't the real him. I knew him a lot better then himself, its not like he wanted to kill someone.
"Hinata, you will not tell a single soul about this to anyone especially Naruto." He told me in a demanding tone and I nodded understanding why he would want that. He's Naruto best friend and Naruto would crazily worried about Sasuke. Nah, that sound wrong. Perhaps, are they in a relationship ever since they kissed?! I never thought my yaoi boy would do this to me, it must be fate. Its no wonder why Sasuke and Naruto are always together as if they're couples.
"Sasuke, I understand! I will not make your lover panick for I will protect both your love from terrible cruel fate." I said dramatically crying my eyes out. I never thought I would see that coming, how could I be so blind? Its no wonder why Naruto wasn't ever interested in me.
"My what?" Sasuke asked letting go of the conscious guy on the ground. His eyes was twitching ever so hardly at what I was saying, do I have to repeat myself all over again?
~end of flashback~
I got out of the changing room and went to a place where Kakashi and Sasuke are. I knew Kakashi was going to seal the cursed mark but however he needed someone to restrain Sasuke and keep on a look out. I agreeded to do it since I wasn't a fangirl and I was good with medication. I step in to find Kakashi reading while Sasuke was sitting on the ground. This was all my fault, he shouldn't be the one who's in pain. It should be me, I wish I could go back in time and took his place.
"I'm here, sorry for the waiting guys." I spoke with an apologetic smile. I glanced at Sasuke with a sad look, it wasn't pity but it was guilty.
"Please do something to calm him when I'm sealing his mark." Kakashi said boredly while I just stood there shocked with a blush on my face. I look at Sasuke still blushing hard because I didn't know I was going to be in the sex scene of yaoi.
"S-Sasuke, I didn't know you were two-timing Naruto." I said and he twitched again with a tick mark.
"For the last time Hinata, I'm not GAY!!" He yelled making Kakashi sweatdropped. I pout in disappointment.
"Aww, too bad. I thought I was going to see you two have sex. Oh! I wonder how yaoi people have sex?" I asked out loud making them blush. It was quiet for a moment until Sasuke spoke.
"Sh-shut up! Just sing the song you sang for me back at the forest." He said and I nodded. Kakashi started sealing his cursed mark while I began to sing making Sasuke screamed in pain but calmly. Did he favor that one very much?
~flashback~
I held Naruto and Sasuke head on my lap combing their hair. They both knocked out from the incident of Orochimaru, no surprisingly he would let me go since after all he favor me a lot more than Kabuto. I just reconigze Kabuto now since its been a long time since I saw him. I stared at the idiots on my lap and began humming softly.
