Broken Whispers

by Heavy D. Friky

Naruto is tortured by the memory of Hinata Hyuga. He's haunted by the memory of her death which occurred a year ago right in front of his eyes. Now, in Konoha, Naruto has changed and everyone is worried for him. But is it that simple? And where is her corpse? Find out and read! Warning: sad at the beginning but I promise to make happy NaruHina ending!

1. Cold Goodbyes

Italics- Emphasis on a word

"Hey"- speech

Broken Whispers

Chapter One: Cold Goodbyes.

'Naruto...'

There it was again; the lone, begging whisper. It held so much pain in its quivering sound that he almost broke down just by hearing it.

'Naruto...'

It called again. He had lost count of how many times she would call his name. Over and over, each whisper becoming louder, more painful for both parties. He could not stand to hear her beg, to hear the sound of her voice, pleading for him to help her get away from her pain. But he could not help. And because of that, hearing her voice say his name, made it all the more painful for him.

'Naruto... please...'

That hit hard. His breath stopped for a second. He could not stand for this much longer; his heart was breaking, taking his sanity with it. Had he not suffered enough? Was this his was of torturing himself; to remind himself how much of a failure he was. How he was useless. How he could not even help her, the one he loved the most. He loved her even more than he did himself. But even then, he could not stop her pain. And it was tearing him apart, slowly.

'Naruto... p-please, I need you...'

Ahh, there it was; her stutter. He had absentmindedly forgotten how much he loved, but hated her stutter. Her stutter meant so many things, but above all, pain or embarrassment. And she was certainly not embarrassed. She was in a lot of pain. He knew that because she had not stuttered in a long time, but yet, he could only sit and listen to her beg for him to help her somehow.

'Naruto!'

He stood up as soon as he herd her scream his name. But there was only black; he was just floating in the nothingness, her voice echoing in the abyss. His eyes searched for her, to find and help her. He began to run in random directions, his breath hitching at how much he wanted her, needed her to be safe. No words could describe his anguish at hearing her cry his name in pain.

As he ran, his eyes began to water, but no tears fell. He suddenly came to a halt. She was just there; laying in a pool of her own growing puddle of blood. He ran to her as fast as he could and collapsed a few feet away. The tears were suddenly escaping as he crawled to her dead, lifeless body. With each movement, a memory of them came to his mind; like a film, playing, reminding him of her smile, her laugh... just all of the beauty which was her.

He reached her and his tears fell onto the floor, mixing with her blood. He just stared for what seemed like an eternity. Looking with wide eyes at her pale, bloodied face. He looked at her eyes, once full of love and life, now full of emptiness. He brushed her hair, once silky and shinny, now dull. He looked at her cheeks, once colored by red and soft pink blushes, now pale as snow. Cold. He felt cold like her touch as his hand traced her face. But he carried on staring at her for what seemed like hours.

He was in a daze, nothing made sense. His brain was in overdrive, or maybe it was just not working at all? He could not think coherently. Who was he? Where was he? He did not know. The only think he knew was her. Her who was once everything and is now gone.

It suddenly clicked. Painfully. She was dead. Gone. And it was his fault! Everything that had happened played out in his mind. It was his fault! He screamed, a loud blood wrenching scream. He was in so much unbearable pain. Why, he would ask himself. Why her?

Once he stopped, he began to shake her; maybe she was still alive; she had to be. She just could not leave him. He shook her harder. He began whispering quietly, begging for her to wake up, to come back to him. But her open eyes did not return to life, her cold body did not regain its warmth. He continued shaking her, whispering more but his breath kept breaking.

He could not accept her death. He did not want to accept her death. But that did not matter; she was dead. He stopped shaking her, instead hugging her tightly against him. Wishing that all his pain would go away. He closed his teary ocean-blue eyes, letting out more tears. He whispered 'I love you' over and over again, like a mantra. She knew that he did, but he just had to remind her, remind himself.

He set her down softly, trying to keep her from hitting the cold floor. Buy as he looked at her torn body, his rage boiled. And he screamed to the heavens,

"HINATA!"