Like Father Like Son
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Naruto, whatsoever.
Hinata felt the blood drip down her face, but ignored it, knowing that if she cried out she would only be hurt more. She felt the stabs of pain envelop her completely, and again she ignored, thinking only of Yuki. Her Yuki, with his father's hair and gorgeous features. If she cried out, she knew that Yuki would be hurt, too. She kept it in. "I let you slip by with that demon, you unfaithful wife. But you did it again, didn't you!"
"No, I sw-sw-swear it, I d-didn't. P-please!" As he hit her once more, she bit her lip to hold in her cry. She saw Yuki's little face crying under the bed, holding the note that she had given him tightly in his hands. She nodded and mouthed her final words, before he gave her the final blow that took her life.
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Yuki ran. He ran through the rain and far away from the sight of his mother's lifeless corpse and his step-father's maniacal laughter. He tried to wash away his tears as his feet carried him farther and farther away. He came at last to the bus stop, where the note told him to go, as the bus' doors were about to close. The kind bus driver held them open and smiled at the young boy. "Hello. Where do you need to get to, today, sir?"
Yuki looked up at her as he climbed the steps and sat in the front of the bus. "Ummm…" he looked down at his piece of paper, written in his mother's scrawl. "Suna. I need to go to Suna, please." He sniffled a bit, and wiped away the tears from his lavender eyes. The same eyes that he had just seen go lifeless and blank in the only person he had ever loved.
"I can't take you there. But I can take you to someone who can help you, alright?" He nodded and stared sadly out the window. He was cold and shaking, with only his mother's last note to him as his comfort.
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Kankuro looked at the young boy asleep in the backseat of his car. He had read the note and knew at once who he was. Little Yuki, the only son of the Kazekage. He sighed and remembered how happy Gaara used to be when he was with Hinata. Then that damn Hiashi got in the way. He ruined their happiness by making her get married to that- that- that abomination!
Kankuro looked up as Gaara's house came into sight. It was almost midnight, but Kankuro knew that Gaara would be awake. He never slept anymore. He opened the door and walked around the car. He saw the front door open and his little brother's worried face look out. Kankuro waved and went to the opposite door. He reached in and carefully picked the child up.
"Kankuro, is everything okay?" He had run over to his older brother when he had seen his car pull into the driveway, but froze as he saw the child in his arms. "Who's that?"
"Your son, with Lady Hinata." Kankuro's eyes were grave as he carried the 13-year-old up the driveway and in through the front door. Gaara couldn't breath. They had only done it once! It wasn't possible! His son with Hina? But then- where was Hinata?
He ran up to his house and through the front door. He watched Kankuro place the child on the living room couch and walk over to the chair to get a blanket. Gaara slowly walked over and peered down at him. He had all of Gaara's features. The blood red hair, the bags under his eyes, but he knew one thing. If this boy opened his eyes, he would have pale lavender pupils, like his mother.
He knelt next to his son's side, and bowed his head over his body. "How? Where? What? Why?"
"Hold on, little brother. Before I explain read this." Kankuro held out the note and Gaara took it with a quivering hand.
Yuki-
Run. Run home, to Suna. Away from this man that made you call him father. He's not your father. Your real father looks like you and lives in Suna. Ask for him. Ask for Gaara. People will know him, people will help you find him. Go, for I will probably never see you again, my darling. Run and never look back.
Your Mother,
Hinata Hyuuga.
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AN- wow. I like it. I came up with the idea while I was reading a book that had nothing to do with the topic of Naruto. But, oh well. I hope you enjoy! R&R if so inclined!