disclaimer: i don't own naruto or beautiful by christina aguilera whose lyrics i use in the beginning and end
title: the boy i love part I
summary: Here's to why I'm not your perfect girl.
dedication: to my best friends and best best friends
notes: hinata pov, this is most likely gonna be a three shot. ummm i have to go to research on naruto now. THIS IS AU. THIS IS AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE OKAY. THESE ARE MY CHOICES, FOR THE PURPOSES OF THIS FANFICTION. THANK YOU. *wipes sweat* ...thank you.
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i am beautiful, no matter what they say...
words can't bring me down....
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I'm sorry I can't do what you want me to do.
I'm sorry I can't live up to the person you want me to be.
I'm sorry because I can't be your shining star, even though I shine enough in the eyes of others.
And I'm never going to be who you want me to be, because, well, just because.
It's pretty simple, actually.
My name is Hinata Hyuuga, I'm 18, I'm shy, I'm an heiress, and the boy I love died fighting for our village.
Yeah. That's me. Not very interesting. I've always just faded into the background.
And I'm sorry.
I'm sorry but the boy I love is dead.
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It all started way before we were born; it all started with the Kyuubi attack.
An attack and a little baby boy and a pretty woman with red hair.
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Okay, so let me start from the beginning.
The baby boy grew up into a prankster that smiled even though there was nothing to smile about. He grew into a boy who sat alone on the playground swing practicing his grin so people would notice him. He grew into an attention-seeker in the best possible way - yet all the attention he received were the spiteful glares and pounding fists that the people of the village bestowed on him.
And although he was their savior - although he had taken the weight of the entire demon on his back - although he loved his village - his village never loved him back.
And so this baby boy grew up.
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Meanwhile, I was just a little girl learning how to take my father's words without crying.
I was just a little girl who was stuck in a role she never wanted to be - a girl whose little sister out shined her in every possible thing. I was a little girl who smiled, even through her tears. I grew into a girl who stood on the side, twiddling my fingers and hoping no one would notice me. And I grew into a shy heiress, who was expected to do great things except had no idea how to deliver.
And although I lived a rich, noble lifestyle - although I had been raised to be polite, never beg, and to have the money to get whatever I wanted - although I was a Hyuuga, I never felt loved.
And so this little girl grew up.
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...so don't you bring me down...today.
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