Okay, this is another strange one I came up with.
This one is told in the point of view of Hinata, I know, a bit strange. But personally I like Hinata, I think she's actually a strong character on the inside…she just has to lose the whole "I'm crazy Naruto stalker" deal.
Disclaimer: yeah right.
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Contrary to belief, Hinata was not as stupid as everyone seemed to believe. Because if she was truly as unintelligent as everyone depicted her to be, she would have never have stood up for herself, braving glaring white eyes and stern faces to say what she wanted to say. She never would have stood so tall nor firm against their harsh words and sharp tongues if she was weak like they thought she was.
She never would have refused the challenge her family forced her into against her beloved but cold younger sister if she was weak.
If she was stupid and weak she never would have won either.
But she did.
And it was satisfying for her to see the stunned faces of her whole family for once, with her own power surprising them into silence.
She stood and bathed in the silence, standing before her sister lying crumpled on the ground staring up at god knows what in shock, blood tricking from her mouth.
She didn't stop there, how could she when she finally gained the recognition she always craved for as a child from her family? She could not stop, not when the respect that was always lacking was now pointed to her, putting her on equal ground as her cousin.
Every time she walked down the halls of her home they bowed their heads in respect, stepping aside to let her through and muttering in respectful greeting.
And it killed her.
The way the once easy going branch members that taught her how to cook and clean would lower their eyes and shy away, falling silent the moment she stepped through the door. The way they'd flinch away when she'd approach. It pained her to see the way her once proud and haughty sister would flinch and shy way as soon as Hinata would reach out to her.
Her little sister was afraid of her; perhaps they all were.
And she tried to not let it get to her. So she pushed it away, the sinking, suffocating feeling that crawls up her throat every time they avert their eyes and shuffle away.
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If she was being true to herself she'd admit that this probably was the wrong way to go about this situation.
If she truly was as idiotic as everyone believed she'd keep this going, dragging it out till there is nothing left but broken and hurt feelings.
She was.
Because she was ignoring the warning signs, the red flags that flash across her mind, completely disregarding what was underneath the underneath.
But the fact that she sees them proves that she's not stupid.
"…I do."
The room was bathed in flowers, white beautiful flowers with soft petals and dark green stems with soft leaves.
The carpet that ran down the center of the room was a bright red, a striking contrast to the white of her elaborate dress.
Her hair was styled with beautiful white and light blue ornaments that jingled every time she moved her head.
Her soft hands were cleaned and calm against her elaborate dress, not jittery in the least.
The elder of her clan, her grandfather, nodded at the man's words never taking his eyes off of her. He stood next to her, tall and proud, blue eyes never leaving the wall behind her grandfather, blond locks never once tamed.
"And you Hinata?"
Should she answer? Because she wasn't stupid. She felt the small killing intent radiating from the man beside her future husband.
She saw the jealous pain filled eyes of Sasuke Uchiha.
She wasn't stupid because she knew those black orbs weren't directed at her.
But at Naruto.
But she wasn't all that smart either because she knew she wasn't going to stop this, not when Naruto Uzumaki finally looked at her, asking for her hand in marriage.
"…I do."
And the rest was a blur of cold faces from her family and happy smiles from her friends. Nothing could damper this day.
Nothing but the broken look on Sasuke Uchiha's face.
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"Uzumaki-san-"
"Hinata."
"Pardon?"
"My name, please call me by it."
"Ah, yes, well, Hinata-san, how do you to this fine day?"
It had been a year since her marriage to Uzumaki Naruto. A year filled with happiness and laughter, promises of happy endings, one she had almost convinced herself she had found.
But she knew it was a sham, because it had been a year and Uzumaki Naruto had done nothing more than kiss and hug her on her wedding night. She had slept next to him in her silk night gown and watched him roll in his sleep, muttering one word in a broken voice.
"Sasuke."
Perhaps this is why she never likes to be called Uzumaki; only Hinata.
She wasn't stupid. She had seen the looks thrown to and from her husband towards the last Uchiha.
But she wasn't smart either because she tries to deny it.
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"Hinata, how are you today?"
"Fine father and you?"
"Pleasant."
It was summer time, a year and two months after her marriage and she was not surprised her father had requested she have tea with him.
"And your husband?"
She remembers tortured blue eyes gazing after the lone Uchiha.
"Busy."
"As expected from a member of Anbu."
"Yes."
But she knew why she was here, she may have been married and moved from the Hyuuga house hold, but she was ex-heir, and she had proven she was strong, she had proven she would have strong children.
Strong Hyuuga sons.
"Hanabi?"
"Strong."
"Is she adjusting well to her new duties as heir?"
"Yes."
"Wonderful."
This is what she fought so hard to gain, a moment alone with her father, respect and acknowledgement. She had longed to have conversations like this with her father.
And now, after so long she finally got what she wanted.
-she hated it.
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"Come home Hinata-sama."
She doesn't move from her spot, staring with detached eyes as her strong beloved cousin kneels before her in the market place, face pointed to the ground, body rigid and tense.
"Please."
"Get up, don't kneel before me, I'm no longer you're superior." She tells him.
"I kneel before Hinata Hyuuga, Heiress of the Hyuuga Clan."
"You kneel before the wrong person; I am no longer Heiress, or a Hyuuga. Kneel before Hanabi Hyuuga."
He raises his head, eyes set and jaw tight.
"I kneel before the true heiress, Hinata Hyuuga."
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She pretends to not see it. The way Sasuke's hand lingers on Naruto's arm a few seconds longer than necessary. She pretends that Naruto looks at Sasuke that way because he's his most precious friend. She pretends that the look of pity thrown her way by Sakura is just a trick of the light.
She pretends to not notice how Naruto becomes the epitome of happiness the moment Sasuke walks into the room.
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"Sorry 'Nata I have a mission I need to get moving on."
"How long will it take?"
"A few weeks, maybe three, but I'll try to hurry back."
"I see, well, be careful Naruto-kun."
"I will, see ya!"
And now for the test.
"I love you Naruto-kun."
A pause, a moment of hesitation.
"I'll see you later."
And the quiet shut of the front door.
And this was the beginning of the fall of Hinata Uzumaki.
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It was two weeks later that she was assigned a mission of her own, one she would be accompanied by Uchiha Sasuke.
It was a very important mission, one that would send them to the border of Cloud.
It was dangerous.
If she was smart she would have said no and turned down the mission.
But she wasn't and here she was, walking down the dirt road with the man who hated her.
When night fell and it they had set up camp she bent before the fire and made enough food for two.
"I'm not hungry."
Ah, rejection, something she was immune to now it seemed.
"I see."
The trip was silent but she was sure she was suffocating from the wave of hatred that flowed from her silent partner.
If she didn't die from the enemy, surly this man would slit her throat and be done with it.
She had seen the signs, the way her husband's blue eyes would stray from her and watch the last Uchiha live his lonely life.
She wasn't stupid because she had seen the fire that burned between them the moment their eyes connected.
Blue clashing with black.
But she wasn't smart either because she refused to believe what her eyes saw.
She refused to believe her husband had married her to escape his forbidden feelings for his friend. She had denied that there may have been something between them.
She didn't want to admit that there may be something between them still.
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"Move!"
That one word was hissed into her ear and even though she heard it, she ignored it.
Because the kunai that was heading towards her wasn't fast.
But it wasn't slow either.
If that kunai pierced her chest like it intends to perhaps her husband could truly be happy. Because she wasn't an idiot, she sees the pain that her husband carries with him every night he crawls into bed with her.
She hears the softy whispered word he mutters when the lights are off and he runs his fingers through her black hair.
Black like Sasuke Uchiha's.
Sasuke, Sasuke , Sasuke, Sasuke.
Fuck it.
She didn't move. She stood there and watched with detached eyes as the kunai pierced her flesh, ripping through it like water.
"Idiot!"
And there he was, Sasuke Uchiha fighting the enemies to save her life.
The life of his most precious person's wife.
The world was turning black and she didn't fight it.
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"Why didn't you move?"
Ah, so she lives. She finds that she's lying on a bed of leaves and blankets, bandages wrapped around her chest.
He sits before her, blood staining his pale flesh.
"Why didn't you stop him?"
Were the only words she gives him.
And she watches as confusion claims his eyes, a look that seemed so out of place for a man like him.
"Stop who from what?"
"Why didn't you stop him from marrying me?"
And the look turns to shock.
Hinata can't help but muse that such a look on his face makes him look human.
She can't help but smile a bit when she sees that the shock turns into complete rage.
"You don't know what you're saying."
"You love him"
"Shut up."
"But why?" she inquiries back.
"Because you're saying a bunch of bullshit."
"You hate me."
"I do."
"Because he married me."
"That's not why."
"Then why?"
"Because you're fucking weak now shut up! No more of this!" his voice raises as he moves to stand, rage swirling in his eyes.
She doesn't move and watches with blank eyes as he shakes his head knuckles white from the force of his anger.
"You love him." She whispers to him, eyes watering as the image miserable blue eyes on her wedding day flashes before her eyes.
"Why didn't you stop him?"
"Shut up!"
She never once flinches, not even when he's suddenly on top of her, hands around her dainty neck squeezing tighter and tighter, cutting off her air supply.
"You know nothing about him! Nothing!" he screams into her face, watching with glee as her flesh blooms into colors of red and blue, "You know nothing of his pain, nothing of how much he struggled, you're not his precious person, you're weak, how could someone as weak as you be enough for him?" she chokes for air, blinking back the onslaught of tears, "How dare you fucking touch him, he's not yours! He never was! You're not enough!"
She can't help but chuckle internally because his words stopped making any sense. His hate, miserable filled sentences were choppy, thoughts unfinished, starting with one pain and finishing with another.
But he was right. She wasn't enough for Naruto, she never was..
She wasn't stupid.
But she wasn't smart either.
And as the world once again began turning black a miserable, pitiful life flashed before her eyes.
Her married life; filled with nothing but big signs of an unhappy husband and a cold bed.
She sees Naruto's regretful eyes every time they stray to their wedding photos and his wedding finger. They way he'd tilt his head to the right when he'd look at her in the darkness, she knew he imagining the man she knew he loved.
She sees the way he'd lean just a bit closer to Sasuke when he was near him, how his eyes would light up just by feeling his presence nearby.
She sees the way he'd relax, just by hearing his beloved's name.
And most of all she sees how he'd cry at night from terrifying monsters, whispering only one fucking name.
"Sasuke."
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She wakes up in a hospital bed a few days later, white stern eyes watching her with concern.
"Please," she says, "Please."
She drops her head, hair curtaining her face.
"Come home." She cries.
It's not every day, Hinata muses to herself, that your younger sister shows up crying, begging you to come home to a house she's always hated.
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"What the FUCK did you do to her?"
"Naruto! Calm down!"
"He fucking hurt her!"
"She's fine-!"
"He almost killed her! Had Sai not arrived in time he would have-!"
"Enough." And just like that, the room went still and silent. All eyes and attention darted towards the woman lying on her bed, sitting up strait, chin raised and hands resting gently on her lap. Hinata's eyes were sharp, no longer soft as they had been in her youth.
She watched.
Watched as even though he was furious, Naruto was leaning ever so slightly to a distraught looking Sasuke.
She saw how Naruto's eyes darted from her back to Sasuke, hands twitching with what she knew was the desire to reach out and cares the dark haired boy.
Watched as Sasuke leaned just that much closer to her husband.
Tsunade stood by the two boys, gazing at her with knowing eyes. Sakura stood near with Sai, a look of apprehension on her face.
"I want to speak to Naruto," she paused, "Alone."
She watched as one by one they all walked out of the door, curious looks upon their faces until only Naruto and Sasuke stayed. She watched him with harpoon like eyes, challenging him silently.
"I'd like to speak to my husband in private Uchiha-san." She says calmly. His eyes narrow and he stiffly turned on his heel and walked away.
"Nata-chan, how are you feeling-?"
"Naruto-kun?"
"…yes?"
"I want a divorce."
She wasn't stupid. Because if she was she would never have caught the slightest hint of relief masked with panic.
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She had no regrets.
Not when her father looked at her with no emotions as she stood before his door, bags at her feet.
Not when Neji fell to his knees whispering 'thank god.' Over and over again.
Not when her little sister Hanabi stood in the doorway, a look of relief overshadowing the bags under her eyes.
Not when the Hyuuga council members stood by with stern but relieved looks on their faces.
And not even when she sat in the front row, watching as Uchiha Sasuke walked calmly down the aisle, with Kakashi escorting him, a look of pure happiness reflecting off of the face that stood at the ultar.
Uzumaki Naruto looked as hansom as the last time he wore a tux. Even now his hair was wild and the tie on his black tux was crooked. And once Sasuke reached his side, dressed in his own black tux, he reached out and straitened his soon-to-be-husband's bow-tie.
'Dobe.' She heard him say.
'Teme.' She heard him respond.
She wasn't angry. She was just fine, even when the priest gave the okay and Naruto threw Sasuke up against the altar pillar and snogged the hell out of the surprised but happy Uchiha-boy, basking in the cat calls and whistles.
"Hinata-sama, it's time to go." Neji whispered to her after the wedding reception began. She watched as Sasuke lifted his finger, covered in cake and stuck it in his husband's mouth.
She watched as Naruto leaned over and licked a bit of frosting off his husband's cheek, a grin unlike she had ever seen before, on his lips.
"Yes." She answered back.
She had no regrets.
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