Epilogue I

Hello everyone, I'm back!

Now, some people have already figured it out, but this fic was based on Yosuga no Sora. It was one of those moe games in Japan where you choose a female character and romance that particular character. Well, i really liked the anime, so i decided to make a fanfic based on it a while back. Well, this is as far as it goes following that anime. From here on out it is 100% my own creative genius... might be giving myself a little too much credit there... anyway, just read the damn thing and be enthralled in the words of wonder!

~Leviackermann

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Yosuga no Sora

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Fear. That was the only emotion Naruto could feel at this moment in time as he saw the door handle turn more and more. He looked up at Hinata, who was still on top of him, and he saw the same fear. It was time for action, not for him, he could handle whatever happened, no, it was for his sister, to protect her.

With a speed he never knew he could have he wrapped his arms around Hinata, hugging her close while rolling her over so he was on top. He exited her and turned to jump at the door, slamming it shut right as it was beginning to open.

Sakura almost fell flat on her back from the force of the door being closed. "What the… Naruto? Hinata? You guys in there?"

The door opened slightly and Naruto poked his head out. "S-Sorry about that Sakura…"

She looked at him with an arched eyebrow, then she noticed he was all red and sweaty. "Did you just run or something? You're all sweaty…"

Naruto nervously chuckled. "No… Nothing like that. I was just finishing up a shower… And I kinda forgot my towel in my room."

Sakura shook her head. "I swear Naruto. You would forget your own head sometimes if it wasn't attached to your body." She reached in her pocket and pulled out his cell phone. "You forgot this at school, so I figured I would just stop by and give it back."

Naruto forced a smile and stuck his hand through the crack in the door. "Thanks Sakura, you're a lifesaver. I owe you one."

She turned around and began walking down the driveway, waving her hand behind her. "Yeah yeah, just don't be so forgetful, and I'll see you tomorrow at school."

Naruto watched her leave and shut the door with a sigh. He turned to Hinata who had an amused smile on her face while still sitting where he left her.

"Hinata… That was too close… I… I think…"

The smile left her face. "What do you think?"

He swallowed the lump in his throat. "I don't think we should do that anymore. I… I just don't think it's a good idea."

She stared at him in disbelief. "What do you mean it isn't a good idea!? I thought it was a good idea not five minutes ago when you were all over me! I… I thought you loved me…"

Naruto grabbed his jacket next to the door and put it over her shoulders to cover her. "I do love you Hinata, I love you more than you know, and nothing will ever change that. But… This… What we're doing… It's just wrong. I tried to justify it, tried to convince myself that we would be able to make it work, but when Sakura almost caught us… A million scenarios played in my head about what would have happened if she found us. I can't bear the thought of ruining your life like that. I would rather kill myself than drag you down with me."

The entire time Naruto was trying to reason with her tears were flowing down his eyes.

"I know it will hurt… It hurts me just thinking about not being with you, but I that the pain will be worth it if it means you can lead a normal life. I've done everything I can to make sure you're happy, and these past few days has been the happiest I've ever been, but I get sick just imagining your life as a social pariah. You're beautiful, you're so smart, you're a really caring person, and anyone would be lucky to have your love, but it just can't be me."

He turned his back to her, partly so he didn't have to see her heartbroken expression, but mostly so he wouldn't give into temptation and run to her side and forget everything he was trying to do. He couldn't control the tears anymore, and now his eyes were blurry and swollen.

"I… I'm so sorry Hinata…"

He walked to the bathroom ignoring the pleas of his sister on the ground sobbing. He reached the door and walked inside, knowing he wouldn't be able to handle the emotional stress of sparing a glance over his shoulder. He turned on the shower and stepped inside, letting the warm water wash over him as he curled up in the fetal position and cried himself to sleep.

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The next few days Hinata had stayed home from school, and whenever Naruto was asked about her absence he put on a fake smile and responded that she was sick. He tried his best to mask the pain and sadness in his voice, but his friends were able to see that something was wrong. It would be a total of four days before she finally came back to school, but she didn't talk to anyone, and she walked to school alone.

Naruto just told everyone she was going through a grumpy phase and that she would be better soon, but his friends were more concerned with him at the moment. Ever since he distanced himself from Hinata he found a lack of motivation. He began losing weight because he would hardly eat. It wasn't that he wasn't hungry, in fact his mouth watered over every piece of food he saw, it was that he had no desire to eat. He also had dark rings under his eyes from barely sleeping, since every time he closed his eyes he saw the tear-stained face of his sister and it brought a whole new set of tears to his own eyes, knowing that he was the reason for causing his sister so much pain.

He set his new routine. He would wake up, get himself ready for school, and then make breakfast for Hinata that she would eat when he left the house. He would only manage to force down enough food down his throat so he didn't pass out later. He would then walk to school with one of his friends while dodging questions about why he was so depressed. At school he would either stare out the window or try to get even a few more minutes of sleep. Then he would come home after school and make Hinata dinner, once again eating the bare minimum so he would be able to function, then head to his room to start the process all over again.

Two weeks this vicious cycle went on, two weeks since he had last spoken to his sister, two weeks since he broke his own heart for her well-being, but this would be the start of worst part of his life.