Why hello there. I haven't written anything in ages, so my sentences might be too long and wordy...I'm sorry XD

This actually is going to be a multli-chapter story (I haven't written one of these since like 7th grade so bear with me XD) Yea, I can't believe I'm doing it either... Uhm I also have no plan for this story, I'm just kind of flowing whichever way the characters want to take me, so let's see what happens, hahaa I have no set plans... (not even an ending, which I usually have.. derp.)

I'm damn tired of waiting for a response to Hinata's confession that happened AGES ago. So I resorted to Fanfiction to calm myself down and make sense of this frustrating situation.

" mah boi " = speaking

' mah boi ' = thought

Mah Boi = FLASHBACK

Disclaimer: Me no own Naruto...

Hinata blew lightly on her fingertips, waving them in front of her face to dry the newly applied polish. It was a fairly nice spring day, a bit cloudy but much better than the foot and a half of snow and the constant bitter cold of last winter that Konoha endured. Hinata rather liked aspects of every season, but enjoyed the change of pace. She was sick of the cold air and frozen ground and was more than happy to greet the light spring breeze and new birth of nature. That was a reason why Hinata sat outside on the front steps of the Hyuuga mansion, just outside the protective front gate. Such a gate that surrounded the clan's property had multiple purposes; one of which was to keep vile things out. Another was to keep precious things in. And lastly, another still was to prevent either of these two things from ever meeting.

Hinata continued painting, spreading the second coat of her clear, iridescent polish down her nails, from cuticles to tips. She began to hum to herself, a pretty tune often hummed softly by her late mother; Hinata tended to unconsciously recall the tune when she was by herself. And as she did so, she was settled in contently deep thoughts, mostly thoughts focusing on ninja training and Justus, from her byakugan and her sister Hanabi to Konoha and her friends and fellow ninja. They were simple thoughts, nothing she hadn't pondered or dwelled on before. One thought did not, however, cross her mind. Well, one person at least; surprisingly, Hinata didn't even think of a certain blue eyed hyperactive ninja's name.

Hinata blinked, stopped humming in mid-tune, and looked up. There was no one around, no one coming up the path, though chatter and hustle bustle could be heard from the main square of Konoha right down the road. Hinata had thought she heard something. Activating her byakugan, she took a quick but cautious analysis of the perimeter. There was nothing suspicious around at all. Shrugging, Hinata resumed humming and polishing, enjoying the fresh air and overall quiet near her, disregarding the murmur of sounds from town.

Hinata twiddled her index fingers in her typical manner. She peered through the veil of her bangs at the back of an orange-clad ninja in front of her. 'Please,' she thought, desperately hoping her thoughts could reach him somehow.

'Please just turn around.'

Naruto spoke to the group, the Rookie 9, intently about Sasuke's predicted whereabouts and determined path. Sakura stood next to him, her stance supportive and her jaw set. Hinata looked at the two, her fingers poking together more fervently. Hinata, with all of the reasons that presented themselves, had never felt contempt or jealousy towards the fiery kunoichi. Sakura was pretty, brave and a great ninja, skillful as a medic and, even now, always determined to fight openly for the one she deeply cared for.

Hinata was about to sigh, when she stopped herself. 'That's enough,' she scolded, her eyebrows furrowing. 'You did very well on your own. You should be proud of what you did for Naruto. You finally told him.'

'Yes, I did.' Her fingers laced together and she brought her joined hands just in front of her lips. 'Although, I did hope that what I did would trigger some sort of reaction or response...' She continued to stare at his back, too wrapped up in her mental dialogue to actually listen to the Sasuke retrieval plan. Now she allowed herself to sigh, ' Or at least earn a look my way.'

As Hinata walked about town, she checked her grocery list, making her way to the produce stand. Normally it was a branch member's job to shop for goods for dinner, but Hinata had insisted on going out. She loved the Konoha market and the scurrying of so many different people up and about in the morning. (She also wanted to prove to the elders of her clan that anyone could do a bit of shopping, regardless of clan status.) She glanced around the main street of Konoha and smiled. After a little over a year and a half of rebuilding and renovation, Konoha was now back to the state it once was before it fell under Pein's hand. Considering the utter devastation that the village had undergone, eighteen year old Hinata was pleased to see that reconstruction had only taken less than two years, thanks to the dedicated ninja and villagers.

She passed a circle of a few village women, who were gossiping about a rogue ninja on the run after a goal called revenge. Hinata heard a vague jist of their conversation; members of the new generation of ninja were seeking this rogue and were determined to bring him back to the village. With new ninja continuing to emerge, threatening the peace between the ninja villages, it seemed Team 7's job was far from over, the women said. Hinata turned her head at this. Team 7...sounded familiar. Something in Hinata made her freshly polished nails dig into her wrist holding her acquired groceries. She winced, turned and went on her way to the next stand. No...not really familiar at all.

Her Byakugan activated, she mercilessly tore apart the bark of the tree. Pieces of wood flew in various directions, narrowly missing the girl as she proceeded to train. A wave of fatigue suddenly hit her, and her 64 palms dissipated as her tired body forced her to nearly collapse. With her hands on her knees for support, Hinata panted, a taste of iron in her mouth but still a firm will to continue. 'I must master this. I can't give up.' Her body pleaded to stop as she stumbled retrieving her embedded shiruken from nearby trees. 'It's my nindo...just like Naruto-kun.'

No. She didn't mean it. She didn't mean to mention his name. Tears began to spill over as her heart ached. "N-Naruto-kun..." she teased herself, knowing well enough that merely saying his name would send herself into a tear stained frenzy. It had been three months since Pein destroyed Konoha, three months since Naruto saved them all, three months since she told her true love her most valuable and vulnerable secret. And her beloved Naruto-kun had barely even batted an eye towards her, let alone responded to her confession. Hinata sobbed, her legs giving out as she crumbled to the cold ground. Leaning against the tree she had just moments ago been beating the pulp out of, she now clung onto it as a source of comfort. She used to find comfort in Naruto; when her Hyuuga family proved to be too demanding of her, just seeing the blonde boy scarfing down numerous bowls of ramen or exclaiming that he was 'gonna definitely be the best Hokage ever' provided enough comfort for Hinata to forget about her family and their expectations for a while.

His smile saved her.

She tried wiping away her tears but this time they refused to cease; she had been holding them back for too long a time. She had tried so hard to be strong, to pretend his neglect, or perhaps his sheer obliviousness, didn't bother her. But her façade broke. And now here she was, reduced to tears, disappointment and utter heartbreak.

'You need to be strong, Hinata.'

'But what's the point if he's not even going to acknowledge my hard work?'

'Please! You know you don't need his approval to become a better ninja and a stronger person. You should just forget it.'

'F-forget... Forget Naruto-kun's approval?'

'You should just forget him all together. Then, the pain would go away...'

Inner Hinata then decided to leave her alone with her thoughts and pain. Hinata trembled from crying, hiccupping as she tried to catch her breath, but her mind was suddenly crystal clear. Maybe the pain would disperse, maybe... If all of her thoughts were free of Naruto she could solely focus on training, ninja duty and her duties as the distinguished Hyuuga heiress. She could move on, seeing as he had already quickly moved on from Konoha matters to Sasuke matters, since the village had begun to rebuild. To continue waiting for him would be childish, especially since he had never given her a reason to indicate that he felt anything towards her besides friendship.

'Besides, he has Sakura. And soon Sasuke. Once his team is back together and

Sakura realizes she could easily have Naruto if she simply asked, all will be well for him.

'…So why can't all be well for me as well?'

"They're back!"

"What?"

"They've come back! They need time to resupply and take a break."

"That's right. They've been on his tail a while... But it's best that they come back and rest."

"Yea maybe reevaluate a plan to catch him. Who knows if he even wants to be saved?"

"Well either way, they're not going to give up soon. That's that kid's nindo, eh?"

Hinata's eyes widened and she backed up in a hurry, turning away from the two conversing men in front of a display of shops. She needed to get home. Dinner could do without the side of potatoes that she had forgotten to pick up. She couldn't do this. It was too soon. The lid of her memories was about to pry open; it was a lid tightly sealed yet she hadn't expected it to be chiseled open so quickly.

She turned a corner around a large cedar fence and suddenly stopped running, stepping on her toes with one blue sandaled heel. She breathed in and out thrice, wondering why she was running all of a sudden. Potatoes. She still needed to pick up potatoes for dinner. She was strong. She could get through this. Her feelings had thoroughly changed. She couldn't even remember his face or his eye color.

She couldn't even remember his name.

Making her way back, Hinata looked again at her grocery list, mentally checking off items she had already bought. Her plan was to help cook the dinner herself, feeling inspired to impress her father; plus, she was good at cooking. She had been told many times that her bentos were exceptional and that with her cooking, she'd make a great wife someday. Though, she was more focused on pleasing her father for this next meal than dwelling on who had complimented her.

Turning another corner, she bumped into someone, dropping her bags in the process. The two bent to the ground at the same time to collect the fallen goods and Hinata noticed two large, tan hands near her small, delicate ones.

"Oi! H-Hey, Hinata-chan."

Hinata looked up to somehow familiar bright blue eyes. Without even thinking, a name rolled off her tongue with more ease than she would have liked.

"Naruto-kun."

Yea so. I don't really know yet hahaa. Just a what-if scenario I suppose.

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