You Again.

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Hinata's POV
I feel so warm. So safe. I never thought I would experience that again. I slowly open my eyes and notice Sasuke is hugging me. My face turns red realizing how close we are. I try to escape his muscular arms but he would just hug me tighter. I look at his face and it looks like he's having a nice dream. He's smiling. He looks so cute I can't help but to hold his face.

"Sasuke-kun?" I try to wake him up.

"A little longer please Itachi"

I giggle who ever that person is must be really important to him. "I'm sorry Sasuke, I'm not Itachi"

He hugs me more and I'm so close to his chest I could hear his heart beating.

"Why you?"

That voice, I've heard it before. I look up and see a girl standing there. She has long brown hair and black eyes. She has a mole under her left eye. I'm able to get up a little bit but I'm still hugged by Sasuke.

"Who are you?"

"Why you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about"

"Why you?"

"Um can you calm down and please talk to me?"

She pulls out a gun and I raise my hands up.

"Sasuke-kun please wake up now!"

No reaction.

"Sasuke belongs to me!"

"No you got that wrong idea, I actually don't know why he's in bed"

"Stop lying!" She fires the gun but misses me and hits a lamp.

It's loud enough and Sasuke finally wakes up.

"Hinata, what's going on?"

"I'll explain later, please control your girlfriend"

"My girlfriend?"

I point to the girl and he turns around.

"Izumi."

"Sasuke-kun why her? Don't you see me and you belong together??"

"You're fucking crazy!"

"No Sasuke, I'm in love"

"No you're obsessed"

"Sasuke-kun please come back home!"

"There's no home for me to go back too!"

"I did it for us Sasuke"

"You killed them. You killed all of them!"

Meanwhile Sasuke is arguing I'm able to call 911 and the police arrive.

"Put the gun down and raise your hands"

Izumi does as she is told and drops the gun. The police arrest her and ask us for details.

"This isn't over Sasuke!" She yells as she's being dragged away.

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