Chapter 1 / A Glimpse At The Marathon Devoured In Smoke
Through the many eyes of the people… she was a saint. Though, I watched as her body remained restless in a place where a saint should not rest. I watched as the life dripped from her eyes, followed by the filling of dull, unkempt lilac. I watched as a the surprise drained from her soft features, her mouth though remaining in the same posture. Grief… pain? I couldn't put my hand on it… nor did my mind allow it.
"When did the diamonds leave your soul…" I spoke softly, my breath caught in my lungs. Tears jerked at my dehydrated eyes, and I found myself clenching my teeth in anger. No response came, sadly.
This moment… this sudden move I made… Why?
Skipping hours later… I watched as a family stood solemn. A young sister…? I did not know her name, though I saw… her… with this girl during her breathing days. Sound fled my ears. Life was on mute, and time seemed to slow. I watched silent cry's leave the younger girls mouth, and… her cousin's reassuring hands placed on both of her shoulders, keeping her from rushing forward.
As everyone paid their respects, I stood near the coffin, paying my respects. "You were… you were…"
The following days, I found myself in the pubs. My elbow laid against the table, as did the right side of my face. I watched through the glass bottle, centimeters from my face, as many men drowned their problems in liquor… and I stood feeling as though we were all brothers. My eyes stung from the tears I shed the night before… I stumbled on the words I failed to present to… her…
"You were… you…"
I found myself at my door, fumbling with my keys. My eyes stung, and before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face. Moments before, I was fine, so why now? Why now of all moments? 'Why her…' The thought planted itself suddenly, making me jolt to my senses, swiftly doing a 180 degree turn, slamming my back against the door. I slid down to the ground, my back against the door… my head against the side of the door. "Why her…"
I opened my eyes and ran a dry palm against them, wiping off the salty droplets. My vision was blurry with liquid, almost like blurred city lights, though you could see the blue sky behind them. I smiled… and it scared me… 'Is this insanity? Is this my… breaking point?'
I rested against that fucking door… because I didn't deserve that fucking bed. "Why her…" I spoke softly… "You were… You were…"
The sky grew orange… And the birds fled along the horizon… "You were my… well… what were you… Hinata-chan?"
The next day, I felt myself becoming detached from humanity. As moments went by, memories gave their farewells. I was becoming a glass half empty, though the empty half was filled with an endless agent that specialized in eliminating the full half of the glass… painfully… slowly…
Though honestly, did it really matter? Was I honestly going to live long anyways? I felt his presence directly after her last breath. He was watching me right after… it… happened. They would get the wrong idea… wouldn't they?
I didn't fucking kill her.
Or did I? My memory was shot. Was it the alcohol? I just didn't know, and it frustrated me. In the end, though, I knew I didn't kill her. I was there, that's all, but… When did I get there? How did I get there? WHY was I there?
I desperately tried to connect the dots, but all I could remember was that one…
I smiled, though the tears began again. The moments rolled out before my like a scene from a film. Like a scene everyone would talk about… a scene the critics would give ten stars… out of five.
…And it was just so damn hard to watch. Loud sobs escaped my mouth as I watched her fall to her knees before me, crying as her resolve fled her mind… her heart. She looked at me with those large, lilac eyes… tears streaming down her face. "Naruto-kun… It's just… I knew from the start I was powerless, that I was worthless…" I choked on my own breath…
"Naruto-kun…" She grabbed my hand, and I found myself crouching down before her. My eyes stuck to hers. "And it's funny… because the other boys and girls… they were the ones coming to their parents about these problems… about what the mean little kids said to them, but I… me…"
The despair and loneliness clung to her very form, and I couldn't stand it. "Hinata-chan…"
"I… I was a different case, Naruto-kun." A smile broke through her features. How could she smile… "When my parents said those things to me… You would think it would be reversed, right? I'd go to my… friends…"
I found myself nodding, tears threatening to release. I knew what she was going to say… "But I… I didn't have any friends. And I didn't let that bother me. Because you know who I had?"
A strange, weightless feeling erupted in the middle of my stomach, and everything became wispy. White found my vision, and that was all I saw as her grasp slipped through my fingers, and I fell backwards into an infinite abyss of white. No, I needed to know. "Who did you have Hinata-chan!?"
No response, and I kept falling, though I didn't think about it. I knew it was a memory, but I couldn't find it…
Who were you to me… Hinata-chan?
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What do you think happened? Who do you think killed Hinata? Hope you enjoyed the story. Any time I've posted a story, I've never really gotten reviews, so this might not go anywhere besides a one shot. But if it does, this might develop into a story!
Goodnight.
-M.U.