My first ever fanfiction. I actually found this a long time ago and now I'm working on it again.

I apologize for its mild cheesiness o-( . )-o

Enjoy!

Hinata stood by the window of the flower shop and gulped. She sighed in the frigid, autumn air and looked down at her shoes. She was exhausted.

Exhausted and sad at the same time; how wonderful. She rolled her eyes and stared at the flowers inside.

How pretty, she thought. I wonder which one mother would like. Hinata had to choose a nice one. With mama dying and winter arriving, she wanted to make her mother as happy as possible.

Placing her hand on the door knob and opening it, she quickly stepped in. The warmth in the shop welcomed her and she loved it. The plants had a sweet aroma and it was very colorful in there.

Hinata placed the bag of Grape hyacinths in her backpack and hastily ran back to her apartment. Climbing the stairs, she dropped a few flowers since her bag wasn't properly zipped up.

Just a few more flights, she said to herself. Would mama be angry? I was out for an hour and this neighborhood is dangerous. Nahh, I just went out for flowers. She can't be upset just for that. Besides, I'm doing something nic-

Suddenly, she was blasted with a cold wind, making Hinata's skirt fly up. She flinched, fell back and the Grape hyacinths landed on the stairs. Hinata struggled to keep her balance, but was knocked down by another gust.

" Ouch!" she cried. Oh no, I can't get up! I can't move my arm!

She could hear distant running, coming closer and closer. They were footsteps!

Hinata panicked, for they were too loud to be a woman's. Almost stomps. I'm in trouble! What if it's someone guy that….No!

Trying to turn her head, a dark figure stooped over her. She blinked and saw a man with a brown mustache. That was all she could make out.

" Hey, are you alright?" he asked. Hinata forced herself up and looked at the stranger. He was tall, pale and was probably in his thirties. Thirties?!

Hinata jumped back and clenched on to her backpack, startled.

"O-oh, I'm alright." She quickly gathered her flowers and started up the stairs. She ran even faster this time. At the corner of her eye, she saw him staring at her.

Hinata unlocked the apartment door and ran in. She shut it and placed her backpack on a couch. Glancing down at her arm, she saw that it was bleeding at the elbow and placed a band-aid on it. Her knees hurt as well but Hinata was too petrified to care. What a strange man, she thought and wondered why he was watching her.

It was now dark outside and the wind was blowing hard. More tree leaves flew away, creating a dull cloud of yellow, orange and brown.

It was almost winter and the fall season was hard enough to live through. Hinata's heart sank, knowing that in a few days, her mother would be gone. She could not contain her sadness, for she loved her mother dearly.

Hinata lived with her mama ever since her parents were divorced. Her sister, Hanabi, resided with their father. It was a long time ago, but she could still remember her painful past.

One summer night as Mrs. Hyuuga tucked Hinata into bed, her husband was going to a meeting and asked her to watch the house.

"Keep Hinata safe," he told his wife, and kissed her forehead. Hinata was fast asleep in her room, but her mother noticed she was sweating. Mrs. Hyuuga unlocked a window to let a breeze in and left the room.

Around midnight, a man lifted the window to Hinata's room and crept in silently. He then grabbed the poor girl by her hair and covered her mouth. She awoke and screamed. Mrs. Hyuuga ran to her daughter's room and saw the stranger jump out the window with Hinata over his shoulder. Shrieks could be heard over the neighborhood as the child struggled to get down. Annoyed, the masked man punched her in the stomach to quiet her down, but she cried louder. When Hinata's father arrived, the community was in an uproar and went out searching for his daughter.

At dawn, the abductor was found and Hinata was rushed to the hospital. She had bruises, cuts, and a hurt stomach, but was not molested (thank goodness!). Mr. Hyuuga blamed his wife for what happened, saying that she was extremely careless and childish.

When Hinata returned home, her mother was crying and her father did nothing to help her.

Six weeks later, Mrs. Hyuuga gave birth to Hanabi , but her husband did not come to witness it. Only Hinata and her grandparents arrived.

Things got worse after that, her parents fought many times and were always angry at each other. Vases broken, stripped wallpaper, and hostility was always in the house.

Two years after the birth, they split. But because Hinata's father owned a company and her mother was a mere housewife, she was left with nothing; only her daughter.

Hinata blinked and a tear fell from her eyes.

As much as she hated thinking about it, it always came to her mind. It made her feel guilty even though her mother said it wasn't her fault. She blamed it on men and their sickening desires.

" They are always trying to play with a girl. Not in a friendly way. They only care about how they feel and not the lady. Girls will take care of their boys. They will cook for them, care for them, and sacrifice themselves for them. Men? No, they only want to see what's under their miniskirts."

Mama even badmouthed Hinata's father, and she could just stand there, unable to defend him.

" I was the prettiest girl in school," her mother continued on. " Your father only liked me for my appearance, not for who I was."

Hinata agreed with her mother that her personality stood out more than her looks. And that was one of the things she liked about her.

Mama wasn't a high maintenance queen; she was humble, independent, and hated to be spoiled. Hinata was just like her mother, except she was shy and quiet and a lot nicer. Mama wasn't afraid to throw a fit at anyone. She could defend herself. Hinata couldn't and she was afraid that some strange man would come abduct her again.

Especially that one I met today, she thought. What a creep. I bet he was looking at my panties when my skirt was uplifted today. Gosh, men are such perverts!