Nefarious Intentions Chapter 1, a naruto fanfic

Hi guys! I just want to say it now this is just the beginning sort of intro thing, just want to see if anyone likes where this is headed at all and see if i should even put in the effort.

This is a Gaara/ Hinata pairing. I usually don't like this pairing but something inspired me and a writer is only one by inspiration, ne?
Hope someone enjoys this

Song: Someone who cares -Three Days Grace

really sort of catches the hidden theme of this chapter

Disclaimer: If i owned Naruto I would've never put Gaara in because I would've kept him all for myself :P

Bare palms met the rough wood in a timed succession.

Thunk

Sweat trickled down pale skin in salty rivulets.

'More force! More chakra!'

The lone figure in the clearing tensed and the next time a hand hit the wooden surface it splintered, if only slightly. Pale eyes widened. The next hand struck but no damage was done and the cuts on the palm of it increased. A shaky breath could be heard as it was sucked in through dry lips. Dark eyebrows furrowed close together.

'Again!'

Wildlife beyond the shadow of the trees surrounding looked curiously over at the human before blinking and returning to whatever they had been doing before. This had been going on for hours.

"Ha-h!" the figure cried out in an exhalation of pure force. With a quick movement they brought up their other hand and slammed it into the wood harder; though the amount of chakra they used did not surge this time. A shiver ran through the form. They stood frozen as fingers clenched painfully on the wood.

Their head ducked down, short raven tresses falling on either side of their face.

Another bruise. Another cut. Another pain to endure.

Was there nothing she could do right? This was an ability that came naturally to her clan. Her body was genetically coded to fit this one ninja art and utilize to its fullest! And yet where the rest of the clan mastered and harnessed such techniques…she could not.

"Why am I even trying?" She murmured dejectedly. Her violet eyes went to her hands. Ones marred with cuts and bruises and dirt. All the work and effort she wasted was no good. She still could not use the Bloodlimit; not effectively.

An image of a blonde boy with blue eyes flashed into her mind. His face was scratched and bruised and yet a huge grin was fixed from ear to ear on his face.

'N-naruto-kun…'

He was the underdog, the class clown, the boy who failed over and over and yet he kept smiling. Kept laughing. Kept telling everyone who would listen and a lot of people who didn't want to that someday he'd be Hokage, the best ninja in the entire village. He really had the Will of Fire; the only concept he ever really had grasped in the Academy and even then probably not knowing. That was the will to go on. The will to survive. The will to never give up even when you were shoved down, kicked in the face and screamed at that you couldn't do it; even when you were exhausted beyond any relevance. He kept going even through that. Kept trying. Proceeded to prove himself.

'A-and so wi-will I!'

The rhythm began again.

Thump

'F-Faster! I have t-to g-g-o faster!'

Blue energy began seeping out into the air around her arms as she hit the post at an inconsistent rate, pushing herself to go at a velocity that tore and strained her arm muscles.

Thunk thump

Thunkthumpthunk

Thunk thunk thump

Thunk thunk thunk thunk thump thunk

"Ahh-Hah!" She raised her arms at the same time and smashed them into the wood with all her might, flame like tendrils of blue writhing around her hands. The wood bent a good inch beneath her touch. "Haa, haa, haa, haa…" pale eyes stared at the scorched spot in wide eyed wonderment. "I-I did s-something. I m-made a-a d-dent!" she panted excitedly. A soft smile formed on her pale lips. "I-I-I—" A jolt of pain swept through her small frame and she let out a cry before her form crumpled and her head hit the ground.

"Nnn… I-Itai.." she groaned. Her eyelids cracked open slightly only to have her stomach churn as the lines and the colors of the world spun together. She quickly slammed her eyes shut and clenched her fists in an attempt to keep herself grounded. It was a bad thing to attempt. Immediately, pain shot through her limbs and she bit her lip hard, feeling tears wash down her face. It hurt… it hurt so much.

In the back of her mind she could hear her father. "It is a wonder that you were even borne to this family. Hyuuga are strong, and graceful. They keep their emotions hidden far better than most shinobi and their bodies become tools of death when engaged in the dance of battle. You, Hinata, are everything we are not."

The words hurt. They hurt a lot more than the physical agony she was experiencing currently, especially when she had hid it away so her father would not ridicule her further. Because she had found in life, that when one hid something from the world one had to pull it inside themselves and in doing that it was so much closer to one's heart.

'B-but He-he's right.' Hinata thought to herself. ' I am n-no good a-as a-a-a Hy-hyuuga. I am v-very we-weak a-and I can't pr-preform an-any of the ma-major clan tec-techniques.' She felt a salty tear slide down her face and she hiccupped slightly. 'I am n- not gr-graceful o-o-or deadl-ly an-and I cry t-too much. Wha-what would happen if t-the wo-world found o-out tha-that the Hyuuga c-clan Heiress was s-s-o shameful?'

A cool drop of water plopped onto her temple and slid into her slightly matted hair. At first she didn't pay much attention to it. What was another tear when hundreds more continue to fall? But then it occurred to her that the drop had been on her Left temple. The side of her face that was facing up towards the sky. Her tears could not have reached there. She inhaled deeply. The scent of rain was thick in the air.

Hinata's eyes snapped wide open. This time the colors and lines stayed as they should and didn't bleed into each other. "I n-need to g-get home!" With shaky arms she propped herself up, wincing as pins and needles pricked her limbs but ignoring them as best she could. It was late. Later than it was supposed to be and if she returned back to the compound late and soaked her fathers' wrath would no doubt be brutal. Or worse… his disappointment.

The thought made her force herself to her feet despite the torment it put her muscles through. She had to get home. She had to… Her body swayed and she leaned heavily against the practice post.

The one with the dent in it. Her fingertips traced an edge of the mark and a small smile graced her worn face. 'That's r-right. I d-did this. If I c-can do th-this then I can stand my fa-fathers words. R-right?'

Nodding to herself, though she was hardly sure of the answer to her question the young heiress pushed off of the post and took a stumbling step forward. An involuntary cry passed her lips and she bit down on them as if reprimanding herself. Cautiously, she took another one and found that if she positioned her weight a certain way the strain was not as bad as it was before.

Right.

Left.

Right.

Lef—

"Ahn!" she placed a palm on her aching thigh muscle only to cry out again when the raw flesh of her palm caught agonizingly on part of her clothing. Hinata lifted the palm to eye level and grimaced to see blood flowing from several cuts down to her wrist. How would she explain it to her father? He wouldn't believe her if she told him it had been during training that she'd come to be injured and if he did he would tell her that only foolish ninja hurt themselves so badly in training. Especially genin level training.

"Wh-what would N..naruto-kun do?" She whispered faintly to herself. Surely he would have something to say. He always had something to say.

"I don't care what you losers say! I'll beat you all! And then I'll become Hokage and you all will recognize me!"

Yes. Naruto would never give up. Especially not in the face of her father. The thought made her both amused and horrified. Hiashi's cold demeanor would not go over well with Naruto and when Naruto would realize the proud clan leader looked down at him he'd no doubt start shouting and even most likely try to attack him.

Her face blushed crimson. Why had she been thinking about something like that? They would only ever meet at social gatherings—but the chance was slim since Naruto didn't usually bother attending those—or if he was asking her hand in marriage… Her head started to get light and an image of the smiling blonde drifted across her sightless gaze.

'Naruto-k-kun…'

Abruptly she shook her head rapidly, clearing the visage from her mind and vision. No, no, no! That would never happen! Not when the beautiful Sakura was around. She was so much more than someone like Hinata. More beautiful. More out going. Sakura was like a flawless porcelain angel while Hinata was the cracked glass one with the shattered wing forever grounded. Too fragile to touch, to flawed to want. Sometimes she'd find herself even getting a little jealous over the copious amounts of effort Naruto put into trying to gain her affection.

Not that he would look her way if Sakura was gone.

He never even seemed to notice her and when he did he'd always ask if there was something wrong with her because of the blush that always stole into her cheeks when he was near. It was a long time wish that somehow she'd get a little braver. A little more self-asserted. She'd tried before. But… that always turned out badly and just didn't seem like herself… that and the combined fact that she'd just end up blushing and stuttering even more in front of Naruto combined were enough to stop her from wishing that wish anymore.

Hinata sighed and looked up at the cloudy sky dejectedly.

'Just once I wish you'd really look at me Naruto-kun. I wish that just once you'd take notice of me and my lonely stature.'

"Where do you think you have been?"

Hinata cowered beneath her Fathers furious shadow as he towered over her eyes bright with a cold disapproval that made her feel worse than if he'd yelled Hell's fires down upon her.

She'd gotten so caught up in her ponderings that she'd spent over an hour staring into the sky and when she'd blinked out of the trance the heavens had split open and dumped what seemed like gallons of water upon her form; making her even later as she had to struggle with the extra weight of the wet clothing through trenches of mud that looked shallower than they actually were, resulting in the mud caked over her legs to her knees. To say the least, Hyuuga Hiashi was not pleased.

"I-I lost tr-track of-of ti-time father. I wa-was t-training; I ap-apologize for m-my tardine-ness." She managed to squeak out.

Hiashi carried on as if he hadn't heard her. "And look at the sorry state you're in. Do you think this is a presentable way for a Hyuuga Heiress to be?"

"N-No! Of-of course n-not!" Hinata exclaimed, trying to recover some sort of dignity to show her father.

His eyes flashed. "No, it is not. A Hyuuga is the epitome of presentable. A Hyuuga Heiress should be impeccable in comparison. And you, look at you. Dirt smeared, clothes ripped, soaking with filthy water. You look worse than a street urchin, living with no home for months!" His eyes focused in on her and she quickly bowed her head at the intensity of the stare. "I am ashamed. I am ashamed to have a daughter that came into the honorable Clans' Compound with no Hyuuga trait in sight. Have you not made yourself a burden enough, being unable to do the simplest of jutsu that a Hyuuga toddler can use? Have you not shamed the Head Family enough with your inability to use our own bloodlimit? Must you drag the entire Clans' name through the mud also?"

Tears filled Hinatas' eyes. She was not trying to shame anyone. She did not want to be a burden and she attempted to alleviate any that she brought on the clan as quickly and effectively as possible. She did not ask for the newest clothes, or been picky with food nor did she plead for more training, though she was the one genin of the clan that did not receive one on one help. She tired to get stronger. Tried to be better. Her fingers clenched on her knees as she knelt. What did her Father want of her?

Hiashi sighed. "Just go. I cannot stand to see you anymore after you have done all this and then have the audacity of coming and staining the floor in my favorite tea room." He waved a hand in dismissal. "I have a wasted enough time of Hanabi's training searching for you, and she still needs work on her shruiken throwing stance so it can be perfect."

At his words Hinata lifted her head. "B-but Father—It's raining."

Cold eyes met her gaze and his lip curled in a not very kind expression. "Just because you cannot handle training in the rain does not mean that real Shinobi will stop their training."

Hinata bowed quickly and fled the room.

Like? No? sorry if its the latter.

I also apologize for the slow start-it was hard for me too, i'm a 'jump into the action' type writer so it was...different.
but i feel that Hinata needs a little slower pace...untill the good parts come *evil grin*

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