Note from the author: I do not own Naruto
Well, I haven't seen Naruto, but up to episode 20, but from various sources have learned a bit about it and its characters. Here's a fanfic.
I'm sure it's a bunch of poorly written cliché, but I like it anyways!
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"I just... don't feel the same way, that's all... Heh heh heh..." An uneasy chuckle escaped Naruto's throat, trying to relieve some of the tension. The gesture failed, and his words were thrust out into the sea between Hinata and him, where they floundered awkwardly. "Well... I've, uh, got to get going..." He scratched the back of his head, edging away from Hinata. "Lots of things to do..." He turned, walking away from the lonely girl. 'She didn't look so bad' he thought 'She'll be fine.'
In truth, her face had changed little from its usual, emotionally veiled state. Hinata lowered her face, the only difference that betrayed the intensely hollow ache she felt. Her mind raced, asking questions, forming ideas...
'What is wrong with me?'
'I'm ugly.. I'm a failure... He couldn't ever love me.. No one ever could...' Hinata's head drooped even further, a single tear was joined by a torrent.
She wept.
In that moment all of Hinata's depression, self loathing, all her negative feelings crystallized. Hinata hated herself. She hated every part of her being. She hated who she was, what she did, and how she looked. Most of all, stronger than her hates was a want. She wanted to die. Hinata buried her tear-slick face in the palms of her hands as Sakura approached her.
"Hinata, are you, uh, okay?" Sakura probed the situation cautiously, laying a hand on Hinata's shoulder, reassuringly.
"Get away! Just- Leave me alone!" Hinata threw Sakura's hand off with a shrug, and turned, running off, her face still shielded by her palms.
Soon Hinata found herself in the woods, finally away from the cruel, awkward stares she had felt following her through the village. Tears flowed continuously from her reddened eyes. Hinata leaned back against a tree and gradually dropped down, sitting against the huge trunk, her tears never ceasing.
She sat there for a long time, thinking, wondering, wishing. Her crying slowed, coming gradually to a stop, and she was finally ready.
Reaching into one of her many pockets, her fingers found the Kunai dagger she sought. Retrieving the blade, she examined it for a short while, as if it were nothing important, but she could not take her eyes off it. It lay in her palm like that for a time.
Hinata stood, gripping the knife's handle, the onyx-like blackness of the blade pointing towards her. Her knees shook, she could not stand on her own, so she leaned against the tree.
'This is it' she thought '...Goodbye...'
Hinata's muscles tensed, her hand sped like a demon towards the softest, most vulnerable flesh on the maiden, the neck, just where she surmised her arteries would rest. A pair of tears, her last, as far as she was concerned, escaped her steely resolve, sliding down her cheeks.
Her hand connected to her neck.. The dagger...
"Gah..!" A startled grunt, all she could manage.
The dagger hung in mid-air, just where it had been moments before. But no, it was not floating of its own accord, as it had seemed at first. Hinata could see the solid strand of liquid-like sand holding it firmly in air, gripping the ring at the bottom of the handle. Hinata's hand had hit her neck, and hard, but she was and would be fine. Her eyes followed the stream of ever-moving, shifting sand, she knew what she would, and did, see.
Gaara stood near her, to her right, the sand flowing from the gourd secured to his back. Was he.. angry?
Gaara glared at Hinata with indignant rage, barely bridled. Forced from behind his solidly shut maw...
"How DARE you?"
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To be Continued