Dotchi: This is Based off the Song- 'The Tailor at Enbizaka'. While I'm sure you've all heard of it, if not just take a look, it's a nice song and a nice video starring Volcaloid :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. If I did, I would have made the ending better with friendship instead of pairings. I swear.
It was a typical day in Konoha, the sun shining down on the blessed Village as people were busy in the street, all adorned with the lastest fashion of kimono or haori and hakamas.
At the corner of this street, Hana Street it was, sat a Tailor shop.
It was quaint, and mostly catered to women, but it was not exclusive. The Tailor that lived there was named Hinata Hyuuga.
Her family was a slightly wealthy family, but she still desired to work the same job her mother did, as a tailor, scissors always sharp and in her hands wherever she went, the same scissors her mother carried in her time, so no one minded it as she was always a very kind, considerate, good-natured woman with the best skill in town, so everyone went to her when they wanted new things or clothes fixed.
Hinata was very proud of her work, but her mind was usually preoccupied with her cheating lover.
Naruto Uzumaki was his name, and his ways were so bad that he almost never visited her, and all the time he was with all kinds of women, it made Hinata very upset, and almost every night she cried, wishing her blond, tanned, rugged lover would come to her and love her just the way she loved him.
However, her wishes and prayers never seemed to be answered as she sat in her shop and catered to everyone and their clothes.
Sometimes she would play a little game when there was a rush of clients, wondering if Naruto had spent the night with any of the women that came in, and which ones may be his type since she didn't seem to be.
She once brought the subject up to Hanabi, whom gave her a strange look and told her to 'Just leave him alone'.
It made Hinata wonder if he had spent the night with Hanabi and she never told her, which broke her heart a little, and she never talked about it to anyone again, not wanting to hear anything alike to what her younger sister said, lest she find out her friends may be bedding him too.
Hinata walked down Hana street when she saw him.
Naruto. He was walking down the mainstreet, talking to a woman.
Her hair was bubblegum pink and to her shoulders, with beautiful jade green eyes and peachy skin. They were talking with such familiarity, Naruto saying something that made her smile as Hinata noticed she was wearing a dark, navy blue kimono that fit her well and seemed to make her pink hair pop more.
Hinata gritted her teeth, trying to keep in the disappointment as she couldn't stand the sight, hand tight on her scissors as she turned on her heel and left, tears burning at her eyes.
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Later that night Hinata sat before a table, beside her a shattered vase with strewn flowers beside her as she tailored a dark navy blue kimono, holding it to her own skin. She would look nice in navy blue wouldn't she?
She then laid it back out and made the last few adjustments before going to a stand where there was a form of a body, draping the kimono around it and tying it tight, the kimono to be for later as she smoothed it out and appraised it with tear tracks just drying on her porcelain cheeks.
She then stepped back and went to her room in the back of the shop, living in that place as she went to the bedroom, sitting in front of the glass as she looked over herself. She was so different in looks than the pink-haired woman.
She would have to pull him back in again. Yes, he was unfaithful, but he was hers, and she didn't want him to leave her.
She disrobed and put on a sleeping yukata, crawling into bed as she wiped at her tears one last time, the room so dark from no lighting as she soon drifted off.