A/N: Hello, whoever is reading this I sincerely appreciate you giving my story a try, and I hope that you will enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it. I have a few notes about the story though: I used parts of the manga instead of the anime because I feel like it will match with my story-line better. Second note: This will obviously be Hinata's perspective, unless I express specifically that it's someone else's viewpoint. Of course, their perspective will be very temporary.
Final note: I could only choose two genres, so I just picked the main ones. But! Here are the other genres just in case you're curious: Drama, little bits of humor here and there, partly adventure, and there will be tragedy; but it won't be super-heavy tragedy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Naruto Shippuden. (I will only wrote this once!)
My breath created a mist across my windowpane as my face pressed against it; of course the tempting mist from my breath had tempted me to draw a sorry-excuse for a smiley-face with my pale finger. I smiled momentarily at it thinking about my adolescent years, then my lips fell. The smile left me. Yes my childhood wasn't amazing, or even that fun. I was coy, naïve, and weak from what I've heard my father say. I chose to believe him, and even though people cheered me on and convinced me that I'm stronger, that I'm braver, I still feel...weak. Even so, I'm still trapped in my enslaver's home from whom I call my father. But..he's still himself, and I live with it..every second.
Because I love him, even though I hate him.
While my eyes scanned the droplets moistening the once before sandy, dry dirt; I stared wide-eyed at the beautiful scene, a scene that would take my mind off of my other thoughts..like Naruto.
He was childish and silly, but also sweet and courageous. The definition of the man I would fall in love with..the opposite of me. I hate when he tells me I'm just as good as anyone else, that we're all equal. Though I hate when he feeds me words of encouragement, because I feel unworthy around him but I'm selfish enough to not stray from him. Honestly though, I can't help but smile when he pats my shoulder or calls me one of those nicknames he made up for me.
"Naruto.." I airily breathed out.
I almost felt my heart throb, but of course it was just my heart beat. Yet, it still felt painful. I wanted him, I yearned for his embrace, but I know won't ever get it because he doesn't love me, does he?
I kept my distance from the window, and decided it was time for bed. My eyes stared at the flourescent lights surrounding my frame, and my eyes slowly closed, hoping to myself that I would dream about him. I knew it would be a long shot of me being with him, but at least I can pretend in my dreams. Because there, anything is possible.
Those thoughts that I would always remind myself of, left me as soon as I saw him lying on the ground. Instantly, I acknowledged the fact that he was helpless to do anything. He was immobilized and would possibly die if nobody would come to save him.
But whoever would go to save him had a pretty good chance of dying. Good thing I didn't care.
My feet moved before my brain even processed what I was doing, all I cared about was saving Naruto from Pain, I didn't even think to consider my own life, my own being. I had to save him though, no matter what the cost would be.
Pain threw me back. I couldn't even fully take in what had just occurred, but my brain still urged me to move, unfortunately my body had taken most of the brunt.
"HINATA!" Naruto screamed. He was still trying to stop me. "What are you doing!? Get the Hell outta here!"
It's too late..even if I go back, I'll die.
With that in mind, I stood up and trudged as fast as I could with my sprained ankle. The pain was non-existent as I continued to stare at him, angry that he was going through inconceivable pain.
"I'm just being selfish..." I clenched my fists, my eyes daring to look at him. "I'm doing this of my own free will!"
Naruto just stared at me in confused shock. He couldn't even fathom me rescuing him, he seemed to take it as a death-wish as I tried my hardest to move my foot over my other foot.
"Because...I love you, Naruto.." I finally confessed, and I ran despite the horrible pain in my ankle.
But I failed.
My body was flipped over before I could even touch the rods, and afore I knew it, I was stabbed, hard. All I remember is the agony and Naruto screaming my name, and fire concealed me, almost as if it was a mother protecting its child. My eyes finally closed, and my heart beat become slower and slower; my lungs soon begged for air.
Even so, the only thought that permeated in my brain was if Naruto was okay. For I failed him and failed myself.
If I die right now..maybe it won't be a bad thing?
My eyelids opened in an instant and I gasped for breath as if I was drowning and unable to reach the surface. I felt someone's hands grab me all of the sudden, and my eyes constricted, slapping the perceived enemy. Once I retrieved my slightly thumping hand, I looked at my attacker and a tint of pink splashed my cheeks.
"Ouch~! You hit hard.." Naruto whined in a humorous fashion.
"N-Naruto..?" I stammered. I couldn't believe it..Naruto is here, right beside my bed... My bed! "I-Is this Heaven!?"
A/N: Stopping here for now. I will update as soon as I possibly can, until then, wait. One quick note: This IS set in Naruto Shippuden, meaning this is an older Hinata. Just wanted to clarify.