No lo cambiaria

Simplemente perfecto, as� es como calificaba Hinata Hyuuga ese d�a. Miro hacia la
izquierda de ese campo de entrenamiento y pudo ver a su compa�ero Kiba tratando de
que Akamaru no le mordiera el trasero, bufo algo molesta, ese Kiba y su complejo de
chico gato. A un lado suyo Shino, su otro compa�ero de equipo tratando de aniquilar
a cuanto insecto se le pase al frente. �l y su complejo de hacer de Konoha un lugar
libre de insectos.

As� era su vida� y le agradaba. Ya hace m�s de un mes de que aquellos visitantes
hab�an dado a lo que pudo entender �por que ella era un genio- su "mundo". Si, as�
era, ya hab�a visto que "Menma" se comportaba de una forma muy peculiar. Cuando
Kushina Uzumaki les cont� lo que paso y quienes eran sus visitantes y todo lo que
estos tuvieron que pasar, Hinata se dio cuenta� que a pesar de todo, amaba su
mundo, su vida �Ya!

Mientras estaba disfrutando de la sombra de aquel frondoso �rbol, un molesto

silbido hizo que de inmediato su ce�o se frunciera, con mucha pereza se levanto de
donde estaba, se limpio alguno que otro pedacito de c�sped que se hab�a adherido en
su short y camino lentamente al lugar donde proven�a aquel ruido. Y lo vio.

Muchas estaban locas por �l, ella simplemente lo miraba como otro de sus camaradas,
aceptando la verdad no estaba del todo mal, as� era Sasuke Uchiha, al menos el de
su mundo. Y eso la hizo pensar�

Mientras caminaba junto al Uchiha, pudo darse cuenta de que era extra�o, sumamente
extra�o el pensar que existiera "otro" Sasuke. Lo miro, y s�. noto que tenia un muy
buen perfil, pero aparte de eso� no se imaginaba a otro como el, o diferente, por
que aquellos chicos Naruto �nombre extra�o para ella- y Sakura se comportaban muy
diferentes a los de su mundo, hasta nombre diferente tenia.

Suspiro rest�ndole importancia a ese asunto. No duro mucho, ya que el Uchiha hacia
de las suyas, tomando unas rosas rojas de sabe Kami que lugar y ofreci�ndolas a
ella como todo un pr�ncipe azul, �era ella o vio que algunas chispas lo
iluminaban?. Se pregunto si es que el "otro" Sasuke tambi�n aria eso, o si era
arisco, o serio o hiperactivo� muchas ideas rondaban en su cabeza, pero sin duda
una le llego como una piedra en un zapato� o Sasuke.

No quer�a pensar en otro Sasuke, no quer�a saber como era el otro Sasuke,
simplemente quer�a a ese Sasuke� a su Sasuke, s� al de su mundo� no que fuera de
ella� no.

-�BAKA! me confundes�- se sonrojo no por que tuviera verg�enza, si no del calor que
hacia, lo miro desafiante mientras colocaba una de sus manos en su cadera �Hump�
sin duda� te prefiero a ti que a un tonto fanfarr�n�- dio unas zancadas enormes
para caminar mas adelante, mientras se alejaba termino por murmurar algo demasiado
incomprensible para un muy confuso Sasuke� aunque si ella hab�a querido decir que
�l era el chico mas perfecto de toda Konoha para escogerlo como novio. Pues quien
era �l para decir que no.
Escuchaba detr�s de ella los pasos acelerados del Uchiha, de seguro venia
corriendo, sent�a su cara arder� �pero de que?... lo dejo en el aire. Era mejor
as�, suspir� en definitiva prefer�a todo lo que es su mundo y lo que conoce� en
mensajes "subliminales" para el playgirl (*) del Uchiha� No lo cambiaria a �l por
nada del mundo� era ese bobo que se la pasaba jugando de chico guapo o nadie.

E.N.D.
Her heart pounded violently in her ears as she ran as fast as her limping legs
would carry her.

She had to get away.

Find somewhere safe.

Anywhere would be fine.

Anywhere but there.

Tonight would be the last time he ever raised his hands to her.

There was no honor in this type of marriage. A marriage of convenience and polite
indifference she could live with, but certainly not one where she feared for her
life from the very man who had sworn to protect her.

He really had done a number on her this time.

Her chakra levels were extremely low and her injuries made it difficult to even
breathe, let alone move. Right now, she was surviving on pure adrenaline and
instinct and she prayed with all her heart that he wouldn't catch up to her.
Otherwise he might finish off the job. Tonight.

She needed help.

And a safe house where he couldn't find her.

But where? And who would take her in?

Konoha was a small, close knit village where everyone knew everything about
everybody and she hadn't talked to Kiba and Shino since her wedding. Hiro had
forbidden her to have contact with any man other than himself.

Two years ago when she married him, never in her wildest dreams did she ever
consider that something like this would happen to her or anyone else for that
matter. At the start of their marriage, Hiro had been a kind, almost-loving husband
who had treated reasonably well and for the first time in her life, Hinata believed
that the clan had finally made a decision that took into consideration the clan's
best interests as well as her own. Although she didn't love him, she genuinely
thought she would be happy.

Oh, but she was wrong.

Her 'happiness' with Hiro had an unexpectedly short expiry date and Hiro's true
nature came to light within months into their marriage. Suddenly, small
insignificant things held great importance and matters quickly escalated out of
control and to Hinata's horror, Hiro was never reprimanded. The Hyuuga turned a
blind eye to the occurrences within the main household, even her own father with
his all-seeing eyes saw all but did nothing. Hanabi was powerless and her only
protector, Neji, had unknowingly taken her only source of safety with him to his
grave.

The council believed that just as she had failed as the heiress, she was now
failing as a dutiful wife which was expected given her significant shortcomings
over the years. They went so far as to even sympathize with Hiro for staying with
her and trying to change her for the better of the clan and for a long time she
believed then. She believed that the punishment she received at the hands of her
husband was justified because she somehow deserved it.

Because she was weak.

Because she was undesirable.

Because she couldn't get anything right.

Because she wasn't a good wife.

But not anymore. This all stops now. Her eyes winced as a searing pain ripped
through her body. With one hand clutching her abdomen, she paused to lean against a
wall to regain her breath when she saw �a fan.

An Uchiha fan.

Ah. She was on the outskirts of the infamous Uchiha district. She didn't know
whether this was good or bad, but it certainly couldn't be worse. Now, if she could
just muster enough chakra and leap across onto the other side of the wall.

It was now or never.

Flinching horribly, she hoisted herself up off the ground and drew chakra to the
soles of her feet. She succeeded in jumping over the towering wall but sprained her
ankle during the process. Hinata bit back a terrifying scream as tears rushed down
her cheeks. She didn't have enough chakra to heal her ankle but she would have to
keep moving regardless.

The Uchiha compound was deserted as usual. As she stumbled about in the dark, she
noticed that not a single lamp was lit within the compound. Of course, why would
they be? No one had set foot on the establishment for years and the only ones that
lived here were the Uchiha ghosts.

It was absolutely perfect. No one would think to look for her here.

Running her hand along the nearest building, she traced the outline of a doorknob
and breathed a sigh of relief. All she had to do now was use a simple jutsu to open
the door and stay inside and regain her strength. Her chakra levels were hitting
critically low levels and she desperately needed to rest.

She was safe.

For now.

Sasuke was on his forth shot of whisky when he detected a faint foreign chakra
presence within his compound. "Hn, that's odd," he thought absentmindedly as he
downed the shot in one gulp, letting the wonderful liquid seer down his throat.
Well whoever it was, he was going to humor them.

He poured himself another drink, disgusted that it would be the last one he would
have tonight. He then threw the empty bottle across the room and into the bin where
it landed with a satisfying clank.

He had taken to drinking upon his return to Konoha and it was the best man-made
invention in his opinion. Not only did it numb him, it was also available in
constant replenishable supply.

Sasuke loved the scorching sensation the alcohol created as it traveled down his
throat, punishing and pleasuring him simultaneously as it filled him with
indescribable warmth. It granted him temporary leave from his senses and reality
for a short amount of time and the constant dull ache that plagued him throughout
his life quieted down to silent whisper within seconds of ingesting the magical
liquid. All of his problems vanished in an instant and unlike like his family, no
one could take it away from him and even if they dared he would always be able to
get it back somehow. Heh. Take that dobe.

He raised the glass containing the small remaining quantity of booze and frowned.
Depending on the outcome of his investigation, he reasoned that he might need to
save it for later. Begrudgingly, he got off the stool and headed towards the
foreign chakra.

They'd better have a good reason for trespassing on his property.

He wasn't in a particularly forgiving mood tonight.

She felt sinister chakra approaching slowly, almost leisurely.

It was not Hiro's and that much she was certain.

She had become so attuned to Hiro's chakra that she was able to detect his mood
based on the minute changes in his chakra signals, a basic tactic she had
unfortunately developed so that she could simply survive within her own home.

No. This chakra was different. It was a silently lethal, almost suffocating energy
which was leagues above Hiro's.

Her mind came up with a dangerous speculation as to who it may belong to.

Back pedalling to the end of the musty room, she hid within a small crevice trying
to breathe as silently as she could. Her head was pounding as she tried to
concentrate while the rest of her body screamed in agony. The doorknob turned with
a soft clink and she could see the vague outline of a figure stroll leisurely into
the room. Her breath quickened.

Slowly, the lights flickered on, obviously out of use for years. There was no doubt
about it: he was playing with her. No ninja would turn on the lights when stalking
out an unwelcome target. The smell of strong alcohol assaulted her senses when two
feet suddenly appeared in front of her and she resisted the urge to hurl.

She curled up and braced herself for the impact as she felt her world spiraling out
of control.

It was a woman.

Fuck!
Not this again. How long would it take for them to get the fucking message? He
wasn't interested. He thought had made that painfully clear throughout the years
and once again when he returned. Sasuke scowled. Curled up in the corner of the
room was impossibly small woman shaking uncontrollably. The stench of blood and
sweat filled his nostrils as he listened to her panicked breaths as she desperately
(and unsuccessfully) tried to keep her fluctuating chakra under control. Her pale
lavender kimono was stained crimson, her long midnight blue hair was matted with
caked blood and the pale skin of her arms and legs were littered with hideous
purple-red bruises.

Hn.

She looked familiar.

But where had he seen her before?

He crouched down to get a better look at her.

She quivered under his gaze.

Well, this was certainly out of the ordinary. It was a Hyuuga, hiding out in the
Uchiha territory. The two clans had been at odds for years.

Sasuke raised an eyebrow despite himself. His night had suddenly become a whole lot
more interesting that was for certain. The question of whether it was a 'good' or
'bad' interesting was yet to be determined.

As he reached out to assess the extent of her injuries, she cried out, "P-please
stay a-away! D-don't touch me! Please�"

Sasuke immediately withdrew his hand.

"You're trespassing on my property and you have the nerve to tell me to piss off?"
He spat.

"I-I'm s-so s-sorry," she choked in between sobs, "P-please d-don't let him g-get
m-me! Don't s-send me b-back to h-him! I'll do a-anything, I-I s-swear!"

Sasuke's eyes widened in response.

Sasuke hated it when women cried and it irritated him to no end and it was usually
over something trivial. Yet, when this woman cried he felt like a monster even
though he hadn't done anything wrong. His stomach churned. Domestic abuse, his
conscience told him. Sasuke pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. What if
it was all a rouse? A trap? No. The sharingan would have detected a lie from the
get go. If his suspicions were correct, there was an abusive son of a bitch out
there somewhere looking for his victim. All he wanted to do was to drink until he
lost track of his senses and drowned in a deliciously warm sleep.

He was nobody's hero.

But he wasn't heartless.

"Come on, I'm taking you to the hospital." Then she would be Sakura's problem.

"N-No! I mean I'm o-okay, r-really. I just n-need s-somewhere to stay t-tonight,
I'll be out of h-here before you k-know it!"
Sasuke shot her an incredulous look.

She looked like she had just been used as a human punching bag and her response
confirmed his suspicions. He sighed and lifted her up bridal style and headed back
to the house. She flinched terribly as he held her and trembled nervously in his
arms. Sasuke bit down the bile that was slowly forming at the back of this throat.
True, he had no care for women, nor was he a gentleman but even Sasuke had
standards. His mother had drilled impeccable manners into him as a child and
although he deliberately ignored a large number of them throughout his life, not
raising your hand to a woman was one of the few 'rules' he held onto. Even his
abundant, proliferating fan girls couldn't even say he was a brute.

"Look, settle down will you? I'm not going to hurt you." He said tonelessly but she
hadn't heard him.

By the time they got home, she had drifted in and out of consciousness several
times on the journey. The snippets of conversation they shared were largely
unsatisfactory and her answers were guarded. He already knew that she was Hyuuga
heiress by the absence of the curse seal, but the question remained as to who had
inflicted these injuries upon her. The fact that she had sought shelter at a place
other than the Hyuuga compound was alarming but Sasuke didn't want to jump to
conclusions.

Sasuke set her carefully down on the couch and went into the kitchen to fetch the
first aid kit, some warm water and washcloth. She seemed like she was in a comatose
state but at least she wouldn't flinch when he cleaned her wounds and treated her.
His palm glowed green as he tried his best to heal her superficial injuries with
his limited medical knowledge. He only knew a few basic medical ninjutsu and broken
bones, sprains and internal bleeding required special attention. He would have to
call Sakura.

Pausing at his kitchen counter top, he briefly contemplated whether he should

finish his drink. He then shook his head and thought better of it. Right now, he
needed to be in full control of his faculties. Just as he was about to reach for
the phone he detected a number of foreign chakras at his door and a series of
hurried raps on the door followed.

They've found her it would seem.

Time to see who the bastard was.

Sasuke schooled his features into an expressionless mask as he opened the door.

Showtime.