Um... why doesn't the ruler-thingy work? ---groans, banging head against wall--- I had to write this. I originally meant it for to be for Sakura, but it kind of wrote itself as for Hinata, and since I've never written Hinata-chan before, I figured I'd better post it.
Just to let anybody interested in my works know that I'm not dead.
Some days I wish I were, but thankfully they quickly pass. To let you know, all inspiration comes from the band Superchick's awesome new song, Stand In The Rain. Hmm, wonder where I got the title for this...
Kidding.
I love this song, since my mom bought me the CD it's on today--hugs tightly--although I love ALL their songs, this one has a special spot in my heart right now. Crap. My AN is longer than my fic. Um... please review to let me know if I'm even remotely on the right track?
Disclaimer: I do not own Superchick or their wonderful song Stand In The Rain, or Naruto. Just my CD and a few fantasies...
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Stand In the Rain
She was standing in the rain.
She was Nobody; nameless, faceless, one of the forgotten dead. She lived with a desperation that meant she was marked to die; people did not meet her gaze and whispered that she was already dead, dying in the cold, because no one should have eyes like that.
They did not realize that she was desperate not to live, but to matter—to have a reason for existence more than just what there was now.
There had to be more than this.
And so she stands in the rain, a solitary figure that no one will approach because of her intensity of living—because she refused to live a life of sunny days and shallow smiles.
Her smiles might scare the hell out of people, but they were real—as brittle and fragile as her sanity, her soul... as her heart that cried the tears she couldn't.
So she stands in the rain, unmoving, choosing to stand when everything's crashing down around her, because she refuses to give up.
She has nothing left to lose.
She has everything to lose.
She is alone.
She is loved so beautifully, so brilliantly, that she cannot acknowledge it. For at the heart of it, self-hatred rears its ugly head and threatens to devour. With feeble hands she holds it bay (barely) but then again, she's always won like that—barely, but won.
She cannot afford to lose.
She has a world to change, and Hinata will be damned if she doesn't change herself in the process.
So she stands in the rain, at the Memorial Stone, and swears to herself that he will not have died in the vain.
Because Hinata is a ninja—a damn good one, at that—and she never goes back on her word.
---owari---