Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of its characters, cuz if I did then Hinata would get some serious camera-action
Shy. That's what everyone thinks, but if only they knew the real her: the independent young woman just waiting to break free from the confines of her innocent mask. There are many times when she just wants to go and confront her arrogant clan members and give them a piece of her mind—most especially her cousin and father. She knows, however, that it's impossible to do that: she's to scared, for both men are absolutely terrifying.
And now, as she watches all the brave shinobi leave the village, risking their lives for a city that is based on their achievements, she wishes that she could shed the false charade she has been living for the past fourteen years and stand boldly with them whilst facing danger. She won't do it; that would be ruining all her well-laid lies and plans. So, she'll just continue to watch, feigning weakness even though she longs to be praised by all—most specifically by a certain blond ninja.
She wonders if she is selfish. All the other female shinobi—though there are few, since the academy were adamant about having the girls pick flowers and be dainty—work so hard to become stronger; to shed the stereotype that women are the underdogs of men; to rightfully claim something that was long ago denied of them. And, even though their leader is female, men still ruled the world of the mysterious and unseen: the world of the warrior.
Flexing her hand experimentally, she silently commands forth her birth-right and practices away from the prying eyes of her family and town. She is far away from that little girl she pretends to be at the moment, now she is able to be the real her: the warrior who fights every day for control over her actions, the one she subdues until she is safely away from all the lies. Here and now, she may train till she is battered and bloody from the extensive work-out she rarely allows herself to accomplish.
She may become the fiery warrior worthy of praise and shed the innocent act of a weak, defenseless being. She is free.