Acceptable

by Sadistic One

Some people lives were worst off than mines. And I had learned that by meeting a guy name Uzumaki Naruto. A kid who smiled as bright as the sun, even though he had a sad life. How did I know this? I spent several weeks in his body. ! !

Chapter 1: A Start

My childhood has always been miserable, but I always managed to put on a smile. No matter how many times I wanted to breakdown and cry, I held my composure and developed a sense of direction. I mean, after all, there was someone worst off than me. So I shouldn't complain. I have a roof over my head, a bed to sleep on, and clothes to put on my back. But even with these necessities I had, I felt as if I was missing something, something every human being needs… love.

~Hinata

Konnichiwa! My name is Hyuga Hinata and I would just like to tell you about my little, scratch that, MAJOR, experience I had. An experience that changed my life for the better. And although no one will ever believe me, except him. I will still share the moral and concept of it.

May 20th

It was an ordinary day in the Hyuga compound, I of course, was reciting the Chinese Alphabet to my father in the den. I did this every morning before I left to go to school. However, after a week of studying I still did not mater the letters.

"That's enough Hinata." My father, Hiashi, commanded in a stern voice.

He took out the wooden pipe from his mouth and looked into my eyes. "It has been a week and you still have not mastered the Chinese Alphabet." He said with disappointment.

"I've been trying to learn it, but school and…" I whispered, but stopped as soon as his gaze pierced my soul.

"School is not an excuse." He spat.

I wanted to tell him, but I never had the courage to face him, so I did with all "ladies" should do. I kept my mouth shut. My father was not one to put his hands on a lady, never ever, but he never knew how to speak to a lady. I guess it was the way his father had raised him, but Uncle Hizashi was friendlier and kind. But why was father so….? I couldn't find the word that fit his character, but I'm sure it was somewhere in the dictionary.

I placed the paper on his wooden table and bowed down.

"When you come home this afternoon, I want to see you in this room reciting those letters." He said getting up.

"Hai." I said softly.

"You are dismiss."

With those words being said, I quickly turned around and let the tears that I have been holding back for so long slide down my rosy cheeks.

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