Created: 3-26-2016

Revised: 5-18-2016

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Summary: A bomb has been dropped on Konoha. Hinata must find a way to survive what feels like an apocalyptic age. Inspired by a book called Hiroshima. SasuHina.

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"Everything we do is for the purpose of altering consciousness. We form friendships so that we can feel certain emotions, like love, and avoid others, like loneliness. We eat specific foods to enjoy their fleeting presence on our tongues. We read for the pleasure of thinking another person's thoughts."

~Sam Harris
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Pilot Chapter: You're like me

Darkness consumes. It has no preferences, no feelings of remorse, to be fairly accurate it has no connotation to feelings at all. It's quite funny that parents tell their sons and daughters to be cautious around darkness as if darkness is a choice; as if darkness has no control; as if darkness cannot exploit and cover the deepest and darkest corner of the soul.

Where there is light; there is darkness.

Where there is life; there is death.

Darkness is everywhere and it has consumed me. I find it odd how comforting embracing the darkness has become. It's a sense of a reality that many are willing to push down and deal with it on another day. There is no other day because darkness has conquered and reigns.

I don't wish to open my eyes to the horrors of the past that have caught up to Konoha. I don't wish to open my eyes to the memories that attempt to plague my mind. I wish to sleep forever and become just a faint memory. But as of right now my memory is consumed with the image of Hanabi laying stiffly in the rubble with blood oozing out of her ears, eyes, mouth, and nose. All I can see the image of my father's body scorched beyond recognition because he was towards the blast. All I can hear is Neji's bloodcurdling scream underneath the rubble from the sheer pain of both of his legs being crushed from under the foundation of the Hyuga compound. His half his face was ripped off and all I could do was comb my fingers through his mingled locks while striking his main artery to his heart so he could sleep forever. Oh how much I envied him.

I haven't slept since I saw a huge flash while coming back from an S-ranked mission issued by Kakashi.

I was walking back to the village admiring the leaves dancing in the wind around me and witnessed a flash that violently crashed me into some tree. I felt my body give out from the impact and heard the sickening cracks of my ribs when I met the ground with a loud thud. I grasped my side and bit my lip trying to hold back the tears that wanted to escape. My mind was rushing, my heart was pounding against ears, and I felt disoriented but got up immediately and ran to the gates.

I finally but reluctantly opened my eyes; never realizing that I had been holding onto Neji's cold, lifeless corpses for what left like hours because it comforted me. I ran my fingers on his flesh wound and eventually closed his eyes after paying to Kami for his safe departure back to him. I got up immediately and just walked lifelessly into the city with Neji's blood forcing my jacket to cling mercilessly to my body. I couldn't look at my hands because I am ashamed of the deed that I've done. I walked into the city walking like a dead zombie and ran my fingers through my sickly oily hair. Just for a moment, my mind wandered off to the last moments I had with Neji.

Neji stood in front of me with his white kimono shirt, matching pants, navy-grey apron tied around his waist, and black shinobi sandals. He tied his hair up and with his curse seal was showing, mocking me of my past. He didn't say a word; I stood up and traced the curse seal on his forehead with my fingers. He didn't flinch from the sudden contact I initiated out of a burst of confidence. When I finished her grabbed my wrist and looked at me, "You shouldn't go."

My eyes softened from the concerned voice I could pick up in the monotone command. Neji always felt the need to protect me constantly, but I had to do this on my own.

"I must go."

"It's too dangerous. You're no match." I felt both hurt and angry by his proclamation. I knew he was saying it without recognizing the way he delivered his opinion made me cringe. I flinched back and without thinking I retaliated, "I don't need you to protect me!"

"Hinata—"

"Neji, I am a ninja. I am not a civilian, I am not just some women. I can fend for myself. After all the improvement I was able to show you, you still doubt my abilities." I turned my back to him and walk towards the door. Before I left I said, "Very well. I will show you."

I touched my face with my bloody dried hands unconsciously and wiped the tears that I knew escaped my attempts to be cold. I walked past the weapon's store and saw that it was holding on its last legs. I sluggishly began to carefully look around to see what I could find. There was a huge gaping hole in the middle of the store and a hand stuck out of the rubble. Without hesitation, I began ripping away the rubble. I was instantly paralyzed where I kneel when I saw her face bashed in and blood still flowing from her ears.

As sickening as it sounded; I was jealous. Why was I still alive? I closed my eyes and continues digging deeper to pull out her body. I ran my two fingered upon her neck and prayed to feel a pulse.

I felt absolutely nothing.

"Damnit," I swore. I prayed over her body and went scrambling looking for a first aid kid. As soon as I found it. I wrapped my stomach and gritted my teeth in the process. I walked out the ruins with a book bag filled with the first aid kit and some weapons. As I walked aimlessly trying to muster up a plan for myself, muffled cries of people begging to be killed caused my breathing to hitch. The images of people's melting skin from the fires caused by the flash made me feel sick. It made me feel sick because I knew I couldn't do anything to help them.

Eventually, I became numb to the sounds. The sounds became my lullaby to fall asleep to. Eventually, I yearn to scream like they did but my mouth was dry, I couldn't think straight, and the world was spinning faster than I could comprehend. I laid on the floor hoping that Kami would take me to where he held my family.

"You look like a fucking mess." With the strength I had left, I looked up at him. I let my mouth twitch to confirm my happiness to know that someone I knew, could spend the last few moments I had to live. Even if I was him.

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I opened my eyes. Oh how much I dreaded the action. I stared at him trying to form a reasonable sentence; trying to collect the events together; trying to understand why did he save me... He shoved a metal canned cup to my lips and said, "Drink it. If I wanted to kill you, I would have when you were lying in the middle of the street."

I didn't question is an authority and opened my mouth to let the liquid slither down my throat. I analyzed him while he put another metal can in front of me. He had a sleeveless dark gray shirt with dark blue pants that hung halfway up his stomach. He also had black arm-guards that covered his forearms and stretched up to reach his upper biceps and his sword attached to his hip.

I slowly picked the chopstick and ate the food. It was bland but I nodded my head as a thank you for his gestures. We sat there silently eating.

"Why did you save me," I said while looking down at the metal cup that held my food.

"Alright next time, I see you dead in the street I'll just—"

"You know what I mean." I splatted out venomously.

"Because you're like me now."