Title: Hinata's Eyes
By: Sagi
Disclaimer: All things Naruto do not belong to me. Don't make me hiss threateningly at you.
Summary: Hinata sees what others cannot. Because she looks.
Rating: PG (or whatever its equivalent is now...)
For: Adria, for it is yet again her birthday. (Or… about a week after her birthday...)
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AN: Wow, it certainly has been a while since I've written anything at all. Especially anything for somebody else. But, what can I say? I'm poor and this is the best gift I can give right now. Anyway, Adria, I'm not sure how much you like Hinata, but I hope that this is a good gift for you. Enjoy!
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She was the only one who could see what nobody else could see. The only person, old or young, who could see what was thought to be unseen. But it wasn't because of her blood-line limit. Having the Byakugan didn't grant her the power or ability to see what others couldn't see.
Hyuuga Hinata saw what others didn't see... because she looked. She watched until after all of the masks fell down and she watched until all of the masks went back up. She watched as her friends and teammates secretly anguished. She watched and agonized as those same people went through the hardest times of their lives.
And that was why she cared so much for Naruto. The blond ninja put so much energy into keeping his joyous mask in place. So much energy to keep himself distracted from all of the negative energy he was bound to be picking up. And he kept his mask up for so long that when he finally let it fall, Hinata could only be stuck by the beauty of the real Naruto that she was seeing.
The Naruto that cried and hurt and wished so hard for what others took for granted. The Naruto that knew apathy and true pain, but kept pushing ahead to find a place that he could be happy. Because that Naruto believed that everybody should be happy. And he believed that everybody should have a reason to fight – so he looked twice as hard to find his reason.
That boy that everybody thought they knew was not who they thought he was. He worked hard, and tried hard – but he was clumsy and nobody had any faith in him at all. He had nobody to tell him what he was doing wrong, and nobody to tell him how to do correct his techniques into something better.
Nobody else saw that. Or could see that. They didn't look. They didn't pay attention.
But Hinata did. She watched as the clumsy ninja fell over and pushed himself back up, only to fall again. She watched as his mask cracked and was fixed, only to break again. His smile fell and his hopes were crushed – but he kept going, and kept trying.
Hinata watched as Naruto never gave up, as he formed his own way of the ninja. And through Naruto, Hinata found her own way of the ninja. She found her own inspiration to fight and never give up.
A few other people started to understand a little of what Naruto was going through, or what he had gone through. Very few others were actually inspired by Naruto. They were the few that had a hard life themselves but didn't realize that their lives were quite as hard as they thought they were.
And Hinata could understand why nobody else saw what she did. She didn't hold anything against the people of Konoha when they needlessly tore apart a lost child's dream. They did it because they couldn't see the lost child.
Not like Hinata did.
And they didn't see it – because they didn't look.
AN: So how was it? Pretty good? Odd and confusing? Let me know what I did wrong, so that I can get it right next time.
Thnx – Sagi.