Lavender
The girl sighed heavily as she broke a daisy off of its stem. Ever since she started high school, she had been attracted to a boy in her class.
Uzumaki Naruto.
His bright blonde hair, his piercing blue eyes, and above all, his determination and courage, appealed to her, a girl ignored by her father in favour of her younger sister.
She could never tell him.
I love you.
Why can't she just tell him?
Three little words.
And thus, the pain in her heart increased.
Sitting on her swing, she rocked gently back and forth as she pulled off the petals one by one. The wind gently carried the fallen petals away as she chanted, absentmindedly.
"He loves me," she whispered, pulling off another petal slowly. "He loves me not."
Her movements became faster and faster as her words mingled together. "He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me…"
A last petal remained in her hands.
"He loves me not."
Tears streamed down her face as she clenched the remaining foliage.
Why?
Why every time?
It has always been the same results over and over, and today is no exception.
It will be another awful day in school.
She thought of the sideway stares, the pointed fingers, the giggles as she walked past, and shuddered.
Finding no solace in the prestigious school, full of students from upper-class families, she often turned to books for condolence.
As she wiped away her tears, she began quoting a passage from her favourite book, swinging higher and higher. The branch on which the swing was hung groaned, as if in accordance to the pain in her own heart.
"The God of Rain is responsible for the colours of the sky," she began in a soft voice. "He chooses from his collection of different-coloured silks to strew across his domain, influencing our moods."
"Among them, four are his favourites, which is why we see them so frequently: a scarlet veil to border the setting sun, for joy."
"A brilliant green to adorn the Arctic nights, for peace. A soft yellow to brighten the evening, for hope, and a luminous blue that we see every day, for serenity."
Her voice slightly shook as she continued.
"Every night, when the world is asleep, the god carefully takes them down and washes them, mends them, and arranges new patterns with wisps of clouds. They are his treasure, his family."
"'You will always belong here,' he would say. 'Among the stars, with me.'"
"The veils respond to their creator warmly, exhibiting their most beautiful colours whenever they are chosen."
"However, not all of them are happy," she looked down. "One, a pale lavender, is always forgotten and lies in a corner, uncared for and saturated with dust. 'You look too similar to blue, too dissonant with scarlet,' the god said one day, when he finally noticed the miserable piece of cloth in the corner. 'I do not know what to do with you. It would be better if you do not exist, for you clearly do not belong here.'"
With this, the girl pushed herself off of the swing, which is still in motion, landed steadily on her feet, and trekked through the field of wildflowers towards her family mansion.
"With that, the veil was tossed into Heaven's fire, forever gone."
Picking up her backpack, the girl looked up at the deep blue sky.
"My name is Hyuuga Hinata," she said forlornly. "Like that veil, I, too, do not belong here."
"I am not wanted. He is too good for me. Someone as beautiful, as perfect as him, should deserve someone better."
"Like Sakura."
Next Chapter – Scarlet
A/N: Ehhh?? Hinata, angst?? I hope that is ok. Suggestions for pairings are welcomed, and they will affect the plot.
Later.