Time Changes Nothing
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
AN: I decided to do the sequel in the end. I got the idea one day and had to type it up. So, this is what transpired. I hope this is just as good, if not better than TKA. TSOH has informed me about Tenma's name. I'm too lazy to change it, so sorry TSOH! R&R if so inclined.
She had already fallen once. She could not fall again. No matter how hard it would be, she could not waver. Even though her love had died, she had to keep moving on. If not for herself, then Hinata had to do it for her children. Their children.
Tenshi, his name meaning 'Angel', looked so much like his mother. Many commented and complimented Tenshi. He was always the good little boy. Even at a young age, he had many friends and many people enjoyed talking to him. He was kind, respectful, and caring.
Tenma, her name meaning 'Demon', was different. She was the spitting image of her late father and for that, many hated her. Few wished to be her friend, for they feared she would become like her father. Tenma pretended to be tough; it was the best way to protect herself. But, it hurt the girl so much when she was ignored or called names. She was often jealous of her brother.
There were days when Hinata felt overwhelmed. She was only twenty three; she was so young. She didn't feel ready to bear the burden that she had to. She wondered if she would break. Gaara had said she was stronger than she thought.
Where was her strength now? Everyday was a trial. Sometimes, it was too hard to just wake up every morning, alone. Every moment of everyday was filled with more pain than she could stand. She never cried out, but she dearly wanted to. All because she didn't want anyone to know.
Was that strength? Hiding everything that was going on in her mind?
That wasn't strength. That was pride. She didn't want anyone else's help. She didn't want to be pitied. Hinata wanted to be left alone. She could bear her pain alone.
Hinata felt like she was losing her mind half of the time. She kept seeing him. He was gone, but not in her heart. She couldn't let him go. He'd become so much a part of her life. To let go would be to fully understand that he was gone and that there was no hope of him ever coming back.
She could say that he was dead out loud, but, in her heart, she still denied it. She was afraid to move on.
She was afraid that she would forget.
She never wanted to do that. It was why she had never left the desert. It was why she had never even said good bye to him.
She couldn't do that. She couldn't forget him. That would mean that she had finally moved on. That would mean that she had finally gotten over him.
She could never get over him. She still was in love with him.
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Hinata sat on the edge of Tenma's bed. The girl-demon was asleep, her face peaceful. She, much like her father, suffered from insomnia, but she slept more often than not. Hinata gently stroked her daughter's blood red hair. The poor girl. She would have a hard life ahead of herself. She was headstrong and daring. But, she could be caring. Maybe that would soften the blows.
She moved over to the other bed. Tenshi was sleeping, angelic. He would have it easy. He was the perfect example of an angel, but he could have his father's cold acceptance of things at times. But, she was positive her oldest would do fine in the world. She saved all her worry for her youngest, her daughter.
Hinata stood up, looking at first one child, then the other. Slowly, she turned away and walked out of her children's room. It was hard leaving them at first. She had always worried they would disappear. But, she had gotten over it.
Now, it was time for her personal torture. Trying to forget about everything and sleep. He haunted her everywhere she went. There was no escape.
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Deep in the forest, a man labored next to a fire. The fire was high, almost reaching four feet. It glinted evilly as chill winds passed by. The flickering light didn't bother the man. He was consumed completely with his task.
A bound and gagged woman was lying next to the fire. Her green eyes were wide and terrified as she tried to break free. Her long, white blond hair was dangerously close to the fire. The man smiled, malicious intent visible in his eyes.
"Oh, my dear angel, don't struggle. It'll all be over before you know it," he crooned, his voice oddly relaxing. Still, the woman struggled. His voice changed sharply. "Give it up. Your time of usefulness is done."
The man raised a kunai and brought in down. Crimson blood ran over his hands, as he stabbed right above the heart, puncturing some arteries and part of the lung. He raised the kunai again and stabbed the other side at the same place. Finally, he stabbed the angel's throat.
The woman's back arched forward, her head leaning back and eyes closed. Suddenly, her body dropped, broken and dead. The killing ritual had been completed. The angel had fallen instead of rising. The man picked up the woman's shell and threw it onto the fire, where the flames eagerly consumed the body.
The man smiled, his eyes glinting with reflected firelight. His plan had been put into motion. There was no turning back, even if he wanted to. Things had been put into motion and nothing could stop it. Nothing.
AN: I've got the plot basically thought out this time (In TKA, I had no plot whatsoever!). Besides, knowing me, I'll add some more twists! One other thing, don't count on very fast updates. I'm starting school Wednesday and my parents are expecting perfect grades. So, my time on FanFiction during the school year will be extremely limited. I'll try to update at least once or twice a month. I have to balance it with my other stories that I'm going to keep working. So, I'm sorry for the inconvenience. Review if so inclined.