Silent Tears
Chapter 1
This isn't my first fanfic I've written, but it is the first I've put up for public to see. So, don't be to mean.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, nor do I plan to put this on every single chapter...
About: Hinata, is she really as calm and docile as she acts? What if there was a deep dark secret behind her shyness. Can anyone help her? (I suck at descriptions..)
Soft sobs, echoed threw the empty home. Her only time to let it out. "Why... why me?" She mumbled under her breath, tugging angrily at her short dark hair. She never meant to break down every time she was left alone, even if it was only for a few minuets. These few minuets of pure crying become a common stress release for the young teen. She wasn't sure if she should consider it an addiction.
It didn't matter, it helped. It helped more then anything else could help. "I can't go to anyone..." She continued to mumbled breathlessly, "I'll have no family, no family." She meekly reminded herself. "Survive, thats all I can do." Her lavender eyes stared at the ceiling, her hands falling away from her mangled hair ending up weakly at her side. She sniffled softly, trying to bring herself back within the 'sane' realm, but it grew harder to do after each day.
"So much to do, so little time..." She whispered. She slid her feet out from under herself attempting to stand up. She didn't succeed at first, stumbling pathetically on her wobbly feet. By holding onto her doorknob she was able to keep herself steadied at first before heading out. Slowly wandering down the hall, clutching the wall as she went, to the bathroom.
Upon entering she looked at herself in the mirror. Staring in disbelieve of what she become. Rolling up the sleeves of her dark tan coat, she traced silently the little marks along her wrist. She didn't know why she did it, but it calmed her. It was her second form of calming if the first happened to fail. She was happy to think that today she didn't need to add another notch to herself. Her mind drifted, I wonder... what people would think if they could see this?
"Hinata!" a sharp voice called threw the once silent home. The girl's face flushed and she pulled the sleeves down fast, her heart pounding.
"Coming!" Her voice didn't sound normal, it sounded distant now like it has been for months. The young teen picked up her brush combing threw the self-induced knots. She gave her face a fast splash to help calm down herself. She patted her face dry and left the bathroom hastily.
"There you are!" Hinata's younger sister, Hanabi, stood in the hallway, her hands placed angrily on her hips. "You have a lot to do!" she said sticking her nose up, "since father doesn't need a failure to success him... you get to do all my chores." She grinned at her pathetic older sister, the young child couldn't help but the rub it in her face.
She hatted taking orders from her sibling, but knew too well that she was obliged to do whatever the successor wanted. Hinata gave a small nod, "Yes, sure. What do you need me to do Hanabi?" Her voice was delicate and showed no threat or authority.
"Well-" Hanabi drew out the word evilly, "there's the shopping..." The list went on but she stopped suddenly. "Oh... and father said, not that it matters at all, not to forget about your team. He said you may as well not cause them to fail also."
Hinata nodded, gritting her teeth silently, "Yes. Shopping." She smiled. "I'll get on all that right now."
"Yes, better see too it." She turned around, "It seems its time for my training." She laughed softly. "So much to learn so little time."
"Yes..." Her voice was fake, "be careful in training." She said kindly, though on the inside she wished her snooty sister would disgrace herself somehow.
"Yes, I will." She replied back harshly, disappearing quickly. Leaving a pissed Hinata behind, happy with her results.
Hinata turned briskly and hurried to leave, only to be intercepted with the last person she wanted to bump into. "Oh, good evening Neji.."
He glanced at her, "I need a sparing partner." He mumbled, fixing his cold eyes on her.
Hinata pointed to herself, "Me?" She whispered softly, fearing the known pain she'd feel from the so called 'spar'. She aways believed these spars were nothing but a reason to kick the shit out of her.
"Who else?" He mumbled, grinning at her response. "I won't beat you up to much." He sighed, "I just need someone that moves around."
The young teen nodded slowly, "Okay, because I have some things I'll have to attend to later." She informed, half knowing he didn't care.
Neji mumbled a reply she couldn't head and started to lead her to one of the few sparring fields in the clan's home. He took his fighting stance, Hinata followed his lead. Neji's grin reappeared, "ready?" he asked, but didn't wait for a reply. Moving at a speed unrecognizable to Hinata, Neji hit the baffled Hinata in moments sending her to the ground, "Even a failure can fight better then this." He stated.
Hinata got up fast, "you caught me off guard." She insisted and got back into a ready position. "I'm ready... now." She whispered.
The battled raged on, in stamina the two were nearly matched, but he beat her down in strength and speed. He was slowly wearing the small teen down. With one more hit he brought her down again, "Game, set, match." He grinned.
"Yes..." Hinata said softly looking away. She was surprised that he didn't fight harder, like he normally did. It even shocked her. Whenever she spared against her father, he attacked with everything he hand, normally taking her down in just minutes. Neji seemed different most the time, though he never took it easy on her. His fighting always seemed a little more gentler, almost as if he was just being careful not to break her.
Neji held a hand out slowly, "I can't help but notice..." He said softly, "You are slowly progressing."
Hinata took it slowly, afraid he would just pull his hand away. "Oh?" She said softly as the strong Hyuuga pulled the delicate one up, "I'll never be able to match your skills. Or father's."
"Maybe not, but time tells." He said simply.
Hinata felt a smile creep onto her face, "maybe so..." She couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat, no ones ever complimented her minuscule talent if you call it that.
"Yes-" His voice trailed off his eyes wondering to her slightly exposed wrist. His hand flew out faster then Hinata could react. Grabbing her wrist he yanked up the sleeve exposing her maimed wrist. Neji looked at it silently only looking up to stare into into Hinata's lost and frightened eyes with great, somewhat concerned, anger.
Hinata felt her lungs closing slowly, breathing become harder to do. "I have to go!" She cried softly yanking her wrist from his grasp. "I have to go." She repeated, ashamed tears forming in her eyes. "Please, please don't tell anyone." She begged turning her back on him. "Please," she didn't wait for a response, only ran off.
Thats the end of this chapter... I hope you all liked it. Next chapter will be here... next week. Dew to school, evil school, and stuffs. If you like it a lot then comment! It takes moments and It'll make me happy. Also I had no idea what to title this... so I came up with something random-ish.