((YAY! NEW KEYBOARD! YOSH! I've just been on a writing spree. I'm working up the courage to write the first chapter of my Shikatema fic, This for now is an oddly ended-oneshot. I might continue it later.))
Dear Friend,
It's been two years since we returned from the trip and what I wouldn't give for you to be with me here. Shino of all people got a dog. She's HUGE! Everyone said he got it because he missed you so much.
Hinata paused, the wind tugging at the pen and paper in her hands. She was lying down in a field of exceptionally tall grass which blew over her in a protective pose. The clouds were constantly dacing about the sun, causing an instant spotlight effect in which for one moment Hinata could be seen in a flash of brilliant radiance, and in another moment she had disappeared into green.
Sighing as she looked at the racing grey sky, she once again pressed pen to paper, writing a letter no one would read.
You should see the sky. It looks like the day we were in the forest and climbed to the very top of the canopy. That may be my favorite memory of you. The day we sat amongst the leaves, higher than everything else. It was like… like I had left my worries on the ground.
I miss you. I take care of Akamaru every day, but he whines for you to come home. I miss you. Did I already write that? I did, I see it above the page. I just… forget sometimes.
Come back soon, please.
HinataShe finished with a smile, and held the paper to her chest for a brief moment. Slowly lifting her hands, she let the note be torn from her hands and fly into the Sky.
She loved writing, because you couldn't stutter in writing, you could do whatever you wanted, nothing mattered but the words. People wouldn't care about your appearance, wealth…background…
"Hinata-chan!" A curt voice cut through her daydream and severed her thoughts as she quickly straightened her posture, and grabbed her books.
"You'll be late for school."
She smiled, twiddling her fingers and nodded her head. "C-coming ni-san."
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That morning, the wind brought a strange thing to Sasuke's hand. Normally, he wouldn't be bothered with such things as a handwritten letter, but the mixture of the fact that it had said 'Dear friend."' And that it had landed in his hands made him compromise his nature for a moment.
It wasn't written for him. He knew that…. Yet he felt it was, for Sasuke didn't ever have friends. He had fangirls, and he had rivals… but no one would ever come to him with a face that said 'Dear friend.' He read it twice…
"Sasuke." He looked up as a cold hand swept against his shoulders, making him shudder.
"You'll be late."
"Shove it brother."
"You should respect your elders foolish brother." He said softly, before turning away.
Tucking the note away he strolled down the street, pulling out a paper and pen as the bus stopped in front of him, girls laughing, guys bragging… too much noise.
He sat down anyway, and began to write.
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School was full of new names, pointing fingers and Surprise! A detention.
Yet he realized this year he was not the only one pointed at. There was a girl. A G
Girl with lavender eyes and long blue-black hair… She had a note clasped in her hand, which was apparently getting her all the glances and no friends. Her baggy clothing was enough to raise and eyebrow or two, but this strange person was completely oblivious to the thoughts of her peers.
"Guess what?" a voice said, making him jump, he turned to see the idiot of the century running towards him. Naruto Uzumaki, self-proclaimed rival to the disinterested Sasuke Uchiha. If there was a person though, who he had become close to at all, it was him. Reluctantly his constant jabbering had acquainted them, and Sasuke rolled his eyes, catching one last glimpse of the girl before turning.
"What?"
"I'm in love." Oh god. Sasuke thought he would puke, but the letter had put him in a good mood and he said. "Do tell." Almost without the bucketload of sarcasm that came with every word he spoke.
"Did you see that girl, the one with the white eyes." They were lavender, but hell, who cared.
"Yup…"
"She blushes whenever she sees me, and we have gym class together. It may not look like it, but under all that dishrag excuse for clothing she wears, she's super hot." He grinned. "And she likes ME."
"You don't know that." He said and added "Maybe you're right… but the then it has to be that the white eyes mean she's blind."
"Why?" The blonde chased after him as he made his way down graffiti stairways.
Sasuke stopped at the door and tilted his head, eyes alit. "Because no girl in their right mind would fall for a guy like you." He waited for the anger, but instead got another stupid grin.
"Ah, but that's the best part!"
With the strange comment ringing in his head, Sasuke shut the door to the classroom.
Advanced trigonometry… god this year will suck. He sat down a random seat, ignoring all those who tried to speak to him.Taking out a crumpled piece of paper, he finished writing.
Tell Akamaru I miss him too, and not to fret. You shouldn't fret either. I will try to return soon, but as you know I cannot promise.Sincerely,
He smudged the ink where the name would be, and, hearing the bell, quickly tucked the note away.
People like him simply weren't the type to write letters. Especially the comforting sort.
The teacher was a woman in a tan coat and dark brown hair which was in a messy ponytail. Slamming her fist on the wooden table she shouted
"WELCOME TO THE HARDEST MOST MISREABLE CLASS OF YOUR LIFE."
Oh. My. God. The whole class thought in unison. Everything was silent until the awkwardness was broken by a small shy knock.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU-" Thunk the knock was gone and replaced with a small moan.
The woman got up and said "'Name's Anko by the way. Not 'Miss A.' not 'Mrs. A.' not even 'teacher' 'Anko' got it?" Everyone nodded, except for Sasuke who simpley flodled his hands and muttered.
'Hn'
Silence, and then louder than ever, Anko's voice came "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS! THERE'S A STUDENT LYING IN THE HALLWAY!"
After a few minutes of screaming the girl lavender eyes was identified as Hinata Hyyuga, and she now lay slumped over on the desk next to him, still knocked out from Anko's screaming.
But…Anko was preoccupied with something else… a note… she didn't realize the large mirror behind her.
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Besides being the school's heartthrob, Sasuke had a wide variety of strange almost-but-not-quite-useless talents. One of these was reading backwards, a skill he had simply by seeing. It was a strange power, but he had always had a good eye, tough he didn't know why.
Squinting he read the mirror quickly.
Dear Teacher, this is Hinata Hyyuga, heiress to millions in wealth and the pride of our clan. Yet as of now, she has a small problem. Kiba Inuzuka, her past friend has been causeing her some problems mentally. He didn't do anything wrong, something is just troubling her. She is very nervous and easily frightened. As avid donors to the school we ask you treat her with the greatest kindness. Among her nervous problems she also stutters. If anything happens know we shall not hesitate to take action.
Sincerely
Hiyashi Hyyuga
It was the second letter he had read today, and by far his least favorite.
That's what Naruto meant… she actually isn't in her right mind. He paused, as the girl opened her eyes, and shook her head.
I wonder who Kiba is…
His thoughts were interrupted by a small realization. She was staring at him, her lavender eyes welcoming heim, along with a smile that said 'Dear friend'
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It was on the third day of school that Hinata came home flushed with happiness and a joy which spread to all those around her. She spun in circles and laughed, she sang the tunes sung by birds in mid flight, and she clollapsed onto her brother Neji, hugging him into a state of shock.
Finally he pushed her off and said "H-hinata? What is the meaning of this?"
"HE W-WROTE BACK TO ME, NEJI NII-SAN HE DID!" she smiled, but he frowned.
"Look!" she unfolded the obviously smothered piece of parchment and Neji saw a scrawled writing that did look much like her friends.
This however did not help. "I told you he would! He would, h-he would, and he did!" she disappeared, her eyes overflowing with memories of sunbeam strolls and the face of the boy she loved. The whole reason she had stared at that boy through gym was that he reminded her of him. However, she didn't need replacements anymore. She had her friend, her forever had
Neji simpley stared, thinking.
Kiba Inuzuka had died two years ago.
Who had been the strange soul who'd reached out to the girl with the eyes white with despair, and given her what she wanted most.
Who was the boy who had made his sister cry with joy?
Who was the boy just looking for the present and trying to forget the future.