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Day 14 - Within These Dreams

A/N - Damn this One-Shot gave me hell. I feel like I was all over the place hahaha. Hope you enjoy and happy belated Day 14 :3

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It is within these dreams that I feel loved.

It is within these dreams that you give me a reason to live.

It is only within these dreams that I can be me.

It is only when I'm within these dreams where her hair wasn't a curse.

“I like your hair.” They said.

“Y-you do?” Hinata asked.

They nodded. They reached a hand out to her. Hinata was hesitant as this person was… blurry.. She couldn’t make out their features. She could barely make notice of their hair, their clothes, their skin… their face… their voice. She did not know how she managed to understand them.

Her hand slowly clapped over theirs, and she was met with a tight squeeze followed by a pull.

“Where are you taking me?” She asked again, this time stopping them from taking her further.

The person looked behind her and smiled.

“Your hair is a blessing.”

“H-huh?”

“Your hair is a part of who you are.”

“W-Why are you tell-telling me this?”

“Your hair-”

“-is a disgrace.”

It wasn’t often that her father would pay her any mind. But when he did it-

“No one will want to be around you when you look like a boy.”

-when he did-

“Your haircut is an insult to the Hyuuga family.”

-- when he di-

“No one wants to be seen with you with that haircut!”

-- when he d- her breath hitched. Her throat threatened to heave again, so she quickly slapped her tiny hand over it.

Silence.

Silence was all there was as Hiashi looked down at her petite figure. A figure that was continually trembling from the constant hiccups that she tried so hard to suppress. Her cheeks were drowning in warm tears, and the hand covering her mouth was dripping those tears down to her kimono. She had nothing to hide. She could not hide. There was nothing she could use to hide the sullen face from the disapproving look of her father. Noth-

“Leave.”

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Her hair was a blessing. Her hair was a part of who she was.. Her hair- A tear slid down her cheek again. It had been the only sensation to bring her any warmth since she left her home. Where she was, she didn’t know. She was on a path far into the forests of Konoha. Far away from her home. Far away from the place that labelled her a disgrace upon birth. Far away from the place she brought shame to. Far away from-

“Watch out!”

As she swung in the direction of the voice, her vision went blank.

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She just wanted to disappear. She could do nothing but wallow in her own tears -- pathetic tears. Tears that reinforced that one thing she had been condemned all her life for: weakness. Her sleeves were drowned, her palms became slippery around her face and her kimono had long been drenched in her tears. What more was there left of her?

What more could she do to stop the tears?

Hinata felt a comforting chill run down her spine. Imminent footsteps were nearing her, and as she raised her head she saw the toes of someone. Her swollen eyes followed from the tip of his toes to the bandages covering his shins and the-

“Don’t cry -- don’t cry, I said…..” Hinata heard nothing from that point because-- because she could make out the movement of his mouth and… his skin.

He was pale.

He was the only one that had complimented her hair. He had been the only one to call her hair a blessing and not a curse -- he? It was a he! It was-

“Wh-Who are-”

She felt the softness of his thumb on her lips. Her eyes wandered away from the tip of his thumb to his face again. This time she saw bangs -- raven bangs. And- she sensed a banging sensation on the left side of her head. She winced and grabbed the side, hoping the pain would subside.

A warm palm lay upon her hand. She looked up again and before the whiteness engulfed them, she saw the corners of their mouth face upwards.

He smiled at her.

“I like your hair.”

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“Oi, oi! Are you okay? Oi!” Obsidian eyes were staring down at Hinata’s bruised face with immense worry.

Sasuke had not wanted to shake her, in any case it would be worse for her. He had been scrambling for things to do but he found himself simply sitting on his knees, by her side. Itachi that bastard! Throwing the ball so far that even Sasuke had to run through a river for.

Hmph! This was his fault. Yeah, that’s right. It was his fault and- “Nn.”

“Huh?... Oi.” He gently placed his hands on her shoulder. In a quieter tone he said, “are you okay?”

His eyes were purer than any snowflake he had ever seen. Although he had seen a Hyuuga before, he had never sensed such kind and gentle eyes before. He saw him wince and place a hand on the left side of his face. “Here? Is it here?”

He grabbed her wrist and slowly removed it from her face to check for any open wounds.

There were none. He looked back at him. As his mouth parted, he heard the voice of his brother from afar.

“Sasuke! Here you are. Sorry-”

“Look what you did! You threw the ball so far and hit him in the face.” Sasuke dramatically gestured to Hinata sitting up.

.........

Itachi raised an eyebrow. “Him?”

“Yes, him!”

Itachi looked at Hinata, which made her heart skip a beat. He grinned. “Take a closer look, silly.”

This time it was Sasuke who tilted his head in confusion. “Why would I…”

He turned his attention to Hinata -- closing the distance between the two so that the tip of their noses nearly touched. Hinata slightly jumped, trying to maintain her compo- her cheeks were burning!

“A girl?”

She gave him a stiff nod. She saw his eyes fall before raising them to her level again. “Sorry, for hurting you.”

Hinata’ lips parted but words failed to escape. She- She couldn't’ process the situation. Where was she? What had happened? How did she end up here? These were questions she should be asking herself. But what she really wanted to know-- what she was burning to find out -- was who this person was. And… Why did he sound so familiar?

“You’re Hinata, right? Heir to the Hyuuga Clan.” Such a calm composure. She had seen it before. She had seen it in her father and Neji. But they lacked the kindness behind their words and demeanour.

“Y-Yes.”

Itachi -- what the boy had called him, reached his hand out to her. She took it with no hesitation and raised herself up with the help of Itachi. He patted down her kimono and checked her head for any bruises like the other one had done. He nodded to himself.

“Doesn’t seem like there are any open wounds, how are you feeling? Does it hurt anywhere?”

She was lying when she nodded. The pain on her left side still prevailed but she didn’t care. Being in their care, their presence was enough to lessen the hurt. And that hurt wasn’t from the ball-

The boy exclaimed a loud sigh. “Where are we anyway? Why did you have to kick the ball so far away, Itachi?!”

Itachi chuckled. “Well, you’ll have to find your way back home someway.”

“Me?!”

“Yes you, Sasuke.”

Sasuke narrowed his eyes. “What do you- wait!”

*Poof*

…..

His brother had seriously abandoned him out in the middle of nowhere. He-- sighed. He didn’t know where to begin. Where to start. Where to- he heard a whimper sounding from behind. He looked over at Hinata whose head was facing the ground.

“Oi, what’s wrong?”

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It was him. It was him.

“I like your hair.”

His voice. The bandage around his shins.

“Your hair is a blessing.”

The colour of his hair, his bangs.

“Your hair is a part of who you are.”

His pale skin.

“S-Sasuke...” She whispered to herself.

“What?” Or so she thought.

Hinata shook her head vigorously. “N-Nothing. It’s-” Her words were failing to pass the lump in her throat. All she could do was swallow the tears and lump as deep as she could-

“Don’t cry- don’t cry. I said I was sorry.”

Hinata shook her head from left to right. She did it again, this time slower. She did it again, and again, and again until-

“Oi.” His voice resonated through her mind. When she looked up she saw his hand stretched out. “Here, take my hand. Don’t worry, you don’t have to be scared -- I’m here. .”

Her eyes shot from his eyes to his hand and then back at his eyes again. And although they were trembling, her hand reciprocated-

“No one wants to be seen with you with that haircut!”

Her hand retreated. Her eyes fell from his again as she whispered. “It’s okay…”

“I like your hair.”

Hinata shook his voice out of her head. It was a dream. It had all been a dream. A dream that wasn’t bound to be a reality…

She didn’t see his reaction. She didn’t have to. She knew that it was for the best. By the time they reach Konoha he would separate from her anyway and pretend like he didn’t know her. After all, a Hyuuga with short hair wasn't a Hyuuga worth the pride, prestige and honour.

Sasuke looked back at Hinata. “You don’t have to walk so far behind, you know.”

Nothing.

Sasuke groaned, and in a split second found himself in front of Hinata. He watched as the heiress let out a tiny gasp. “It would be dangerous if you got lost, stay close to me.”

“I-I.. It’s fine. I-”

“No,” Sasuke grabbed her hand, rather roughly. “It is not. Stay close to me.”

The tears were starting again. Hinata took her other hand and slapped it in front of her mouth to hide her- she wheezed. His eyes were upon her so quickly that all she could do was wave her free hand to signal that she was okay. It was to no avail as their footsteps had stopped and Sauske had fully turned around to her.

Hinata’s lips parted in a final attempt to assure Sasuke that she is okay. Or was okay. His palm, his pleasant and soft palm, was on her cheek. His thumb dried the tears on her left side. His other hand quickly followed and dried the tears on the other side.

“Please,” he spoke, continually rubbing away at her cheeks that had long dried up, “don’t cry.”

Sasuke’s glare lingered on her for a while before his forehead was upon hers. “I’m right here. So please,” he locked his eyes with hers, “don’t cry anymore.”

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*Streets of Konoha*

It was for the best. She couldn’t burden him by being seen with her. She couldn’t risk-

Don’t cry- don’t cry.

“Hic.” She wiped the incoming tears. She felt no malice in his attempt to make her not cry. Instead, she could sense worry in his voice as he said. How could she even think he was being malicious when-

Sorry, for hurting you.

A weak weep escaped her throat. He had been so kind to her in the little time they had been in each other’s vicinity that she wanted to see him again. She wanted to- She wanted to be his-

“No one wants to be seen with you with that haircut!”

“-friend!”

“What was that?”

“Isn’t that-”

“Why does she not grow out her hair?”

“Shhh… i think she heard you.”

Embarrassed to find that she was in the heart of the Konoha market, Hinata dashed through the people and found herself somewhere around the academy. She was walking alongside the benches and saw a couple of her classmates. She looked away quickly as she saw how they went their fingers through their waist-length hair.

“Did you hear? Did you hear?” One spoke.

As she walked past them her mind drifted back to Sasuke, and how she wished to see him again to try and… befriend him. He seemed nice enough. He seemed to not mind her hair. He seemed to not-

The other giggled. “Is it about Sasuke?”

…..

Hinata’s footsteps came to a halt.

“Yes! I couldn’t believe it either.”

Hinata nervously chewed on her lower-lip over the anticipation for what they were going to say.

“To think that he likes girls with long hair! Who would have thought? His mother has long hair as well. And so do I. It was meant to be!”

“Not with that big forehead of yours.”

“Well, excuse me!”

……

Her shoulders felt a slight tuck as she continued walking. Of course, he did.

“No one will want to be around you when you look like a boy.”

She rubbed the back of her neck.

Of course, he did...

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*Uchiha Compound*

The sliding doors were shut open by a disgruntled Sasuke. Itachi looked up from his desk and gave him a small smile.

“Oh, Sasuke. You’re back.”

Sasuke scoffed. “No thanks to you.”

Sasuke flopped onto his brother’s bed, shifting to the side that faced the window. The curtains were pulled and the light from the moon nearly blinded Sasuke, yet he continued to stare. He stared into the blinding abyss. It sucked him into a profound state of calmness. The moon’s aura was so calming and pure that he couldn’t stop thinking about-

“Why is she like that?”

“Which fangirl is it now?”

Sasuke, remaining in his position, said. “No.”

“You mean, Hinata?”

Sasuke nodded. He heard Itachi place his pencil down, and look his way. “It can’t be helped. She keeps her hair short..”

“So what about it?”

Sigh. “The Hyuugas are prideful, just like us. But they show and honour them in different ways.”

Sasuke blinked. Itachi continued. “Hinata keeping her hair short is seen as a dishonour to their clan-”

“Her hair!” He yelled, rising to his feet. “There’s nothing wrong with her hair!”

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“You shouldn’t fall asleep in a place like this.”

Laughters of joy echoed into the realms of her mind. She had never felt this much happiness since she was born. She never knew such levels of happiness existed. Or that she could ever achieve it in her lifetime. But here she was, laughing with her friend whom she hadn’t given a name to. He was a friend that resembled a boy she had once seen but… they weren’t the same. Her friend was different. Her friend didn’t think of her as a burden, a disgrace, a waste.

No.

He… liked her. He never distanced himself from her. In fact he would fight to stay right by her side. But it was only within her dreams that he existed. It was only within her dreams that she could love, touch and feel the spirit of her friend whom she knew cherished her. It was only within these dreams that-

“You know you can find me outside this realm, right?”

Hinata raised her brows. “Eh?”

Although he looked like Sasuke, he wasn’t Sasuke. He wasn’t-

I’m right here. So please, don’t cry anymore.”

Here, take my hand.

Don’t worry, you don’t have to be scared.

She saw him nod. Hinata shook her head vigorously. “No…”

“Hinata.”

“No.” She blocked her ears. “No. No…! I want you to exist but,” she looked at him, “you don’t.”

The downward smile told her that she had upset him. But before she could reach for him her entire world shook.

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Hinata opened her eyes to feel her cheek being nibbled on by a moist sentient. She blinked twice before realising that she was surrounded by the ducks she had come to feed. “Huh?”

Her fingers pinched the bread piece in her hand. She had fallen asleep, but how- “You shouldn’t fall asleep in a place like this.”

“Eh?!” Hinata sat up, scaring the ducks away. As she rose up she found a fan symbol facing her.

“Sa-Sasuke-kun?”

He turned his head around. His face was in a frown. “What are you doing out here? It’s dangerous.”

Hinata blinked again. “I… I don’t- I was feeding the ducks.”

Sasuke looked at the bags of bread and the piece in her hand. “Seems like they aren’t interested.”

The corner of her lips threatened to lift. She wanted-- she lifted her sleeve to cover for the tiny smile that arose on her face. “Doesn’t that apply to you as well?”

Sasuke scoffed. “I’m older than you. I can handl-”

“How old are you?”

Sasuke shot her a death glare. “It’s rude to interrupt-”

“I’m 7 years old-” - “Oi!”

….

Her sides were tingling and her throat was itching to- “Ha ha ha!”

“Hmph! And here I thought I would-” In a split second, Hinata was upon him. Her bangs covered her eyes but Sasuke felt an area of his shirt stick to him.

“Don’t leave me.” She uttered into the silence of the air.

Hinata felt a pair of hands on her shoulder. “And if I do?”

Her petite figure trembled like never before. She didn’t want to- She didn’t want him to leave. She wanted to be his friend. He had shown her so much kindness in the little time they spent together. What he did for her in the forest was something she thought no one would ever do for her. What he did for her- from drying her tears away, holding her hand, rubbing foreheads -- What he said to her-

To think that he likes girls with long hair!

Long hair!

It was too good to be true, she thought. Heh, it was too good to be true after all.

“No one will want to be around you when you look like a boy.”

Too good.

“Your hair is a disgrace.”

Her hold on him loosened.

“No one will want to be around you when you look like a boy.”

Too good to be true, right?

“Your haircut is an insult to the Hyuuga family.”

She took a step back and cleaned her kimono

“No one wants to be seen with you with that haircut!”

It was too good to expect anyone to like her hair, to like her… right?

She turned around. Right?

Sasuke took hold of her wrist. “Where are you-”

“You don’t need to pretend anymore!!” She roared

Sasuke groaned. “What are you talking about?!”

“I know I’m not worth the trouble!” She cried as she tried to pull away from Sasuke.

“And I’m asking you, what are you talking about?!”

Her voice cracked. “My father has always told me,” her breath heaved, “that my hair would never- gulp- never attract anyone!”

“But I-”

“No one would ever want to be seen with me in public because of my hair! My hair is a disgrace to the Hyuuga Clan. My hair is a curse-” - “Hinata, I-” “My hair-!”

“I like your hair!”

The leaves danced along to the wind, and the sounds of ruffled feathers echoed the atmosphere. Hinata had stopped resisting and was instead stunned in place.

“Your hair is not a curse. It’s a blessing.”

Her eyes widened beyond what she could comprehend.

Your hair is a blessing.”

“Your hair is what makes Hinata, Hinata.” The moment she looked back she saw the corners of Sasuke’s lips face upwards.

Sasuke felt his cheeks heat at her intense stare, and looked down as a result. “And whoever told you otherwise is a liar.” He mumbled to himself.

“D-D-Did you really mean that?”

Sasuke smirked. He went from holding her wrist to tangling his fingers with hers. He went in front and looked back at her. “Come with me.”

“E-Eh?”

Hinata did not have time to process as she was being pulled away from the ducks and back to Konoha. When she saw the gates, she instinctively tried to pull away but Sasuke’s grip held firm in her hands. “S-Sasuke-kun?”

His only response was another smirk.

And so they walked. They walked the streets of Konoha with eyes plastered on them. At least that is what Hinata could tell from many whispers and gasps she heard as her head was glued to her toes. She could not look up, no matter-

“Is that Hiashi?”

Her face shot up. No… She could hear it. She could hear his voice, and they were telling her to look away from him. They were telling her how she should be ashamed of herself. They were telling her how much her hair was making her look a fool in front of all these people. They were telling her-!

“I like your hair!”

And just like that, her vision was back on Sasuke who continued to walk.. She inhaled deeply as the sounds of her father’s footsteps neared. She exhaled, keeping a firm look ahead. Her eyes directed back at her father which resulted in his eyebrows raising.

Your hair is a blessing.”

Her hair was a blessing, a message her eyes transferred over to her fathers as the two walked past him.

“Your hair is a part of who you are.”

“Hinata,” Hinata tilted her head to see the side of his face. Sasuke smiled at her. “Let’s be friends.”

Hinata smiled. Her smile grew wider and wider to the point where she couldn’t feel her cheeks. “Yes,” she nodded while giving his hand a tight squeeze.

Let’s be friends.

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