Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I intend to own the source of Naruto.

Author's Note: I wrote this with the intrigue of who Hinata could really be as a character. I warn you, as the story progresses, the level of kink and lemon will increase. I will note at the beginning of the chapters of any major lemon-moments, but read at your own risk. This is not for the sheltered heart or mind. Comments and hits will give me more motivation to continue the storyline faster. Please enjoy.

Hinata was standing in the doorway when Neji came around the corner. She had been stuck in this state, unable to open her own door for no good reason. Neji's call broke her out of the trance, sliding the wood panel aside. Before crossing the threshold, she glanced up at her approaching cousin, dispelling any concern he may have had for her behavior.

The room was completely black, closed off from the rest of the world since her departure almost a year ago. It was eerie, the nostalgia from her last memory of home was a complete contradicting comparison to the woman she was now. A small laugh broke the air as her childhood sparked in her mind. Leaning against the wall she slid towards the floor as her laughter became tears. It was a happy memory that seemed to bring up such different emotions; very sad and hurtful emotions amidst the calm nature of what she remember.

The Konoha Gates stood welcoming everyone into the bustling city that day. A few people congregated by the main booth. Neji was starring at the ground, unable to sway his cousin's decision to leave Konoha for a good while. Hinata was just as dispelled as she stuttered why she was going to be gone. She was circling the true reason why she had to abandon everything she had for a home, and Neji knew it. Sakura, shifting her pack's weight, separated the two with little resistance as the entire small crowd watched the two girls exist the bustling city into the forest. When they were finally out of sight from the dense trees, the crowd dispersed. Lord Hyuuga began the long walk back home, as well as her many teammates and friends. Neji was one of the last to move, with Naruto being the only one in front of him.

"I blame you for this, Naruto." Neji's words rang true to the silent blond.

"You have every right to be." came his reply, but too quiet for the other to hear in his retreat.

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"Home is where the heart is, and where the mind chooses to wander. You'll be back home before you can have time to wonder what you're missing." said Sakura calmly. Those were the only words the two spoke on their entire trip away from Konoha.

Hinata snapped back from her flashback with more tears in her eyes, so glad to be home. Regaining her comfort with her old room, she let nostalgia control her for a short while before going to clean up after a very long day.

The shower was very welcoming, and she decided to take her time with the warm water before leaving. Wrapped in her towel she moved to the closet, which was stocked with more fitting attire than what she had left. She noticed one of her old jackets along the side and hesitated in the surprising size variance to her current figure. A mild sigh left her smile as she sifted through the available clothes, not finding anything that fit her current fashion sense. Apparently more than her body changed during her away time. The bag on the bed, however, held a more modern style to Hinata's liking, and pulled on a clean set. A quick study in the mirror was all she took before leaving to go see the rest of town. There were few encounters with anyone as she left the compound, it was late by mild comparison, but the moon hadn't even risen to its full state. The night was oh-so very young.

She wandered aimlessly through the calm streets, some she remembered, others were new. She didn't stop along her walk until she ended at the viewpoint for Hokage Mountain. Deciding to pause, she took a seat at the bench along the far railing. Cool air rushed into her lungs; the weather was much drier here than her previous locale, but the feeling was crisp and refreshing.

Amidst her aimless state, Hinata did not notice the three figures who decided to investigate the long figure on the balcony. They weren't 20 feet away before their movements were noticed. Hinata calmly turned around to examine the source of the noise, noticing three odd-looking men starring at her. It was almost flattering. When Hinata cleared her voice for attention, their heads snapped up and eyes de-glazed.

"He-hello," was all one of them could manage to say. The one in the center was the one who spoke, and with a mild slur from his drinking. The other two looked nothing but aggressive. This was nothing more than an excuse for trouble, and Hinata saw through the guise in the first moment. Hoping to avoid a direct confrontation, she got up, making sure to stretch in a very distracting way, following up with readjusting her bra. Maybe they would be too distracted to cause any trouble. The delay worked, and she was able to walk right past them towards town without anything happen.

That was until one on the end woke up and decided to lunge at Hinata. This was not the best of decisions as the next thing the man remembered was lying on the ground twitching and moaning in pain. His buddies broke their trance at his sounds, and went to seek payment for his injury. Again, not the best of ideas, as they both found themselves on their knees gasping for air.

"I command you to stop," came a voice. The tone was so inviting they could do nothing but listen with full attention. "You will go home and rest until you are sober." There was no disobeying these words. The two men quickly got up, then, limping with their third, vanished out of sight down the street. This left Hinata to walk in an opposing direction, towards an older line of small housing.

She was going to wait until the morning, but it felt like now would be a good time to find him.