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“Hinata-chan,” He grinned, eyes widening in a mixture of surprise and interest. “It seems your bra strap has snapped in the last fight.” 

‘ Shit ! No way, you’ve got to be kidding me !! This was new as well !’

( She growled out in annoyance, reaching up to her shoulder and grabbing the broken strap to inspect it. There was no fixing this unfortunately. So she was just going to have to suffer until she got back home. That was when she snapped her head in the direction of the male. Don’t shoot the messenger was a phrase lost on her.)

    ⌠芸⌡ ––– Hands move in a meaningless gesture as a wry smirk tugs on the artist’s lips. Despite their little interaction, Deidara had already found a liking to the female.  –– “People hate you.”

‘ Oh I see.’

( Perhaps she was not as accustomed to it as he was. As much as she tried to not care, brush it off, sometimes the looks and things whispered about her would still get to her. The Hyuuga couldn’t help a little spark of admiration grow for the male, being completely indifferent to what her clan thought was a goal she felt she’d never achieve.)

‘ You’re interesting. I like you.’

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( Her hand throbbed with pain, but she paid no notice, she didn’t care about any physical pain she may be experiencing, it was nothing compared to the complete and utter anguish she felt in her heart. Why had they been put in this situation? Why had she dragged him into her messed up family life? It was her fault and yet he was willing to suffer in her place.)

“My art is my everything? … My art is nothing more than inanimate objects.  They are objects that others will view and begin to make stories as they translate each and every detail that I’ve put into it,” the artist began to explain as he dug into his pocket.  White wrap would be pulled out as he had taken habit into carrying some with him in case he was to injure himself during work.  He was working with dangerous tools and material.

“My art compared to someone’s freedom … There was a point in time where I would choose my art rather than care for another’s well being.  I cannot do that with you,” he continued on as he began to wrap up her hand to at least keep from anything else being injured.  It was hard to say if anything broke on that punch or not.  Sure, she was plenty strong and quite sturdy, but so was that wall.  It was nice to hear her say she’d rather marry him than for him to disappear from her life.  Even more …

He was her inspiration.

‘ No ! I’m not important ! Even if you do this; give up all this, nothing will change ! My family will still hold so much control over me ! Hell, they’ll probably force me to marry someone else. The only thing that would be different now would be that...that I wouldn’t have you !’

( She reached forward, clutching onto his chest, hands wrapped tightly on the cloth of his shirt. She buried her head in his chest and cried. She hated crying in front of people; hated showing weakness in front of people. But at this point she was broken. Utterly and completely broken. Her heart was being ripped from her chest and shattered into a thousand pieces. He can’t leave her. What would she do without him? How would she survive without him?More than her inspiration, he had become her strength. And without that strength she just didn’t know what she would do.)

‘ Please Sasori.. Don’t--- Don’t leave me like this. For me. Don’t abandon me. Without you I’ll break ! I’ll crumble ! If you leave me I don’t know how I could just go on ! Without you I have nothing !’

( She’d scream this in between sobs, her words muffled by his chest. She sniffed and looked up at his with a tear stained face and red eyes as he spoke. She clutched tighter to his shirt.)

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                                                    Shoukxn

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‘ Ah you’re so like your father ~ C’here Boruto and give mama a hug, I’m so proud of you !’

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“I won’t be giving it up.  At least, not entirely.  While I am away, I do not have to worry about my art.  I have you for that.  I’ve watched and helped you with your skills, and I believe you are more than ready to continue on.  Continue your work … and you may become better than I could,” the artist spoke before a slight sigh escaped him.  His eyes were to her first that had slammed to the wall.  He found himself reaching out to grab the hand and carefully examine what possible injury may exist.

( Her hand throbbed with pain, but she paid no notice, she didn’t care about any physical pain she may be experiencing, it was nothing compared to the complete and utter anguish she felt in her heart. Why had they been put in this situation? Why had she dragged him into her messed up family life? It was her fault and yet he was willing to suffer in her place.)

                                                    Shoukxn

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