Hello! First ever fanfiction, and it is Naruhina! Yay! AU, takes place when the kiddies are right around 14 or 15. They live in a modern-ish day city/large town. Yes I have altered some relations, mostly cause I love certain characters too much to make them bad guys. Yeah. Please comment to tell me what you think!
My name is Hinata Hyuuga, and I officially hate my life.
Yes, I suppose I should be grateful, and in many ways I am. I have a roof over my head, I have food every day, and I have enough money to attend a lovely school here in the village of Konoha, simply referred to as the Academy. But in many ways, I suppose all those mean little compared to what I face every day, yes I have a roof over my head, but it's what's under the roof that makes the whole thing in the first place seem insignificant. I apologize, let me just start from the beginning.
My father is one of 3 children, all boys, and his two younger siblings are twins; my uncles Hiashi and Hizashi. Both are lovely people, and they each have a wonderful child; my older cousin Neji of Hizashi and my younger cousin Hanabi of Hiashi. Neither of them like me very much, I figure they are jealous. Oh don't get me wrong, they aren't jealous of me necessarily, (believe me, there is very little there to be jealous of), it is of my birthright. Because I am the child of the oldest child of the 3 Hyuuga Clan leaders, I have special privileges in town. Mostly social privileges such as respect and such, no financial privileges or the like. I find this little bit very insignificant, however they both seem to dislike me for it. Though there is another reason why.
The Hyuuga Clan is known among the residents of our town and others as masters of martial arts, there is not one form of Karate or branch of Tai-Chi that the Hyuugas are not masters of. I as the daughter of the Head of the Clan am expected to live up to the expectations of generations of nimble and quick-footed martial artists...however...
I found out at the age of 13 that the reason I failed so horribly at my lessons was because I had two left feet. Namely, I couldn't perform more than some of the moderately complex before I started tripping or messing up the techniques. To be honest the results looked pretty graceful-what is considered having two left feet in the Hyuuga Clan could be compared to being a fairly skilled ballerina. But the techniques and efficiency of each move were nullified despite my grace. One may think-oh it's no big deal, so one daughter of the Hyuuga Clan cannot master martial arts, right? Wrong. One does not simply not master martial arts in the Hyuuga Clan. It is our pride, what makes us stand out as the Hyuuga Clan, and for the daughter to not be able to master these skills could very well be considered a scandal to some people.
My father was one of those people.
My father was one of those people that the rest of the family tries to keep secret from the world.
My father was one of those people that can't deal with their anger, and just need to punch something.
I was one of those people.
I was one of those people that needed to be punched so my father could deal with his anger.
I was one of those people that cause all his problems, and so should reap the benefits of my failure.
As a Hyuuga, as the daughter of the head of the Hyuuga Clan, as my father's daughter.
I am a failure. And my father makes a point to remind me every day. My father is a violent idiot, if it werent for my uncles, our company would have fallen apart. They think he's just incompetant, they have no idea what he really does with his free time. With the time he uses to beat his daughter enough times to get all his frustration out.
So many times I've wanted to die, to welcome the sweet black that would be my escape. But I can't, I'm too scared, too weak, I want to live, I want to feel the breeze on my face when I walk out my door for school, I want to touch the grass and smell the trees when our class is let out for lunch break. I want to be alive. Perhaps I am too weak. But when my father has been particularly harsh, or the kids in school make fun of my eyes, or the teachers decide to ask me all the hard questions, or when all of the above happens; I would spend my time alone or in pain planning my own death. I wanted to just make it all go away, to end the pain, once and for all.
But then I found my sun. My sun had bright yellow hair, he had eyes that flashed the bright days of the sky, he had a smile that lit up the room more surely than his hair. He was perfect, he was kind, he was bright, he was my light in a world of darkness.
He was Naruto Uzumaki, my sun was a boy named Naruto Uzumaki, and I was utterly and hopelessly in love with him.