Sacrifice Breeds Hate

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Preview : Hate. She never knew it, she never want it. One sacrifice let her know how it felt. She knew better than to act on it. She never knew how powerful hate is and she never would've guess it was more powerful than the love she claimed to have for him.

A/N: I don't think this is a love story

Warnings: Probably a boring story since I don't have pairings in mind. Although strongly suggest NejiHina (you decide if that suggest romantic or not). Probably angsty, hateful, eemotional and very downer.

Rate: T, for now since I have mentioned I still don't have pairings. I'm a prude (and a perv at the same time) to carry out a smut (without a nosebleed).

Plus I such at gory details (although I very much like them),and I am too lame to be doing violence.

Disclaimer: I am not secretly Masahi Kishimoto. Naruto is not mine since I'm making a fanfiction about it. But if it is mine, it will be likely to be a shoujo manga and Hinata will be caught in a reverse-harem situation.


Prologue

Unfamiliar

She looked at the moon in the sky. It illuminates the night just right. She exhaled and sat to put the flowers she brought. She looked at the sturdy stone and got back on her feet.

It was what I felt, she thought to herself. Something in those words just doesn't feel right. She exhaled, and lied a little better to herself. It was the truth. She smiled. It was a bitter one. It felt foolish to lie to oneself and force yourself to believe it too. But recently, that's what she had been doing. She was starting to feel like she believes in it. However, as nice as it felt to just believe in thse words, she knew deep inside she didn't.

Just like wheyou're asleep and you're aware that everything is just a dream? But everything is just wonderful and allow yourself to indulge to that because it feels better, knowing nothing is real.

But..

She looked at the embedded name in the stone.

Hyuuga Neji.

Her vision is getting blurry and it's just a too familiar situation. Tears weakly blocked her vision.

The words I said was the truth, she told herself.

"Your life is not yours alone anymore," her, his words echoed in her mind.

No, those are the words that he needed to hear, a more honest part of her brain said.

She needed Naruto to hear that. So he can win and save the world Nii-san died to protect. Naruto needed to hear those words.

This, she knew deep in her heart it was true.

And the realization hurts. She thought that her love for Naruto is not superficial to easily be replaced. She thought she loved him unconditionally. She thought her feelings were deep.

So why does she feel a flicker of hate in her heart, directing towards Naruto? Naruto, who she swore she loved deeply. For too long? For too much? Oh, in Kami's name, she didn't want to hate Naruto. She swore she didn't want this.

"I'm sorry, Nii-san," she cried on his grave. "I am a horrible person," she said, kneeling to the stone that wrote Neji's name.

There was a heavy feeling in her heart and a lump in her throat that was uncomfortable.

"Don't cry," Neji's face flashed in her mind, "I hate when I see you cry," he said gently and her heart was momentarily happy for this illusion her mind gave her, "Someone so kind like you shouldn't cry,"

If it was possible, she cried harder as she fell in her knees on his grave. Those words he said, it was not true. She was not kind. Maybe at that moment it was true.

But right now, maybe her Neji-nii-san will handle it better seeing her cry right now. Because at the moment, she was not the kind person he talked about in that memory. How can a kind person feel hate towards the person who saved almost everyone in the Fourth Ninja War? Her hands covered her wet face.

It was those two evil Uchiha's fault. But they're dead. They already paid the price of their actions.

Maybe it was Naruto's fault for not being strong enough to defend himself?

Or it was the Hyuuga Clan? The clan made it Neji's duty to protect her.

But maybe it was her fault. Because she mindlessly thought she could give away her life to save Naruto.

She doesn't know anymore. Her mind is a mess. Illogical. Shallow.

The wind blew which made her notice that it's almost dawn and she had to come back to the compound before anyone notice she was gone.


It's been two months since the Fourth Ninja War ended. It has been two months since he became the hero who saved the hero who lived. Also, it hd been two months since he died.

But Hinata's heart knew nothing of the time that had passed. The pain of his death is still fresh in her heart.

Lying in her bed she figured she had barely two hours to rest. She just hopes that her eyes won't give her away. It even if it did, she wished they wouldn't say anything about it. Just like they usually do.