Bound || Naruhina Sequel ✔

Chapter 41: Different Changes

A.N.

Sooo.. After this chapter, we'll only have two..

Yes.. TWO, more chapters left of this story..

And I'm having a hard time holding back my tears!!  😢😭😢😭

This story has been a crazy rollercoaster just like I promised it would. But just like A Crazy Accident, it's bittersweet that its coming to an end..

Buuut.. You won't see the last of these wonderful characters.(Hehe) I have two more stories in the makings and the next one on the list is a story about Naruto's past..

The Good Old Days..

And that.. Will be another set of crazy..

But.. That's for later!!

I really hope you all enjoy and I'm happy to have all of you along here, with me!! 😁😁🧡🧡

Love y'all!! 😘😘

⚠(Warning: Sad chapter, Mature Content)⚠

Hinata's P.O.V

I opened my eyes slowly and groaned, my eyes darting around the slightly dark room I was in, quickly.

But I calmed down when I recognized where I was.

Oh thank goodness.

For a minute there, I was a little frightened. I wasn't entirely sure where I was.

But, I'm just..at home..

I smiled and slowly turned to my right, spotting the man I love, sleeping peacefully still.

Naruto's eyes were still closed and his body was faced my way, my head using his strong arm as a pillow.

I stared at him deeply, his chest rising with his steady breathing.

I cooed, at the sight. "Oh I love you.. Naruto." I whispered and closed my eyes once more, drifting off to sleep, once again..

-Dream World-

I opened my eyes once again but this time, I didn't find myself lying in bed.. I was standing up in a mighty lightened hallway.

I looked around slowly, checking my surroundings and saw that I was back at the Shinigani hideout, something heavy and wet in my hands.

I looked down but screeched loudly at what I saw, my eyes watering up immediately.

A gun was held in my hands, the gun that I killed, Menma with.

My hands were also covered with nothing but  blood which made my heart drop to the pit of stomach.

Oh no.. What is this?

A groan was then made making me look up, my eyes widening. Menma was on his knees in front of me, in pain, his eyes droopy and blood covering his dark colored clothes.

He coughed but chuckled at me, struggling to stand. "Y-You're not, innocent.. Hinata.. Stop, pretending." He whispered through groans, the pain of the gunshots he endured really affecting him.