A/N: Just a short oneshot...it just came to me. I was bored and was looking at my glass doll collection, and I had one that kinda looked like Hinata...and I was like Dude... A fanfic coming on! So here it is. Kinda rushed but hey. If you like Review.-wink-
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, or Sasuke, or Hinata, or... -starts to cry- WHY! Plus Sakura would have been dead a long time ago!
Glass doll:
Sasuke stared at the girl who was just sitting on the swing. The wind was lightly pushing her. Her midnight blue hair blew over her shoulders. Her opal white eyes were clearly watery. Her creamy skin had trails of tears on her rosy cheeks. She had been crying, and now she was just sitting there in the cold, only a scarf resting on her neck. Sasuke saw the whole thing.
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She was much like a Glass doll, so fragile and delicate. One slip and she would fall into millions of tiny small pieces. How ever she wasn't careful with her heart, letting it belong to a clumsy dope as Naruto… who would watch her with care but quickly leave her side for a much nicer plastic doll. Hinata was always hoping he would come back to stay with her and watch her. There was so many times when she had fallen over the edge, by Naruto bumping into the book case, but he managed to catch it just in time, so he could just set it back in the same old place to dust up and be forgotten.
For this plastic doll couldn't be done harm. They were fun to be around with, unlike a glass doll that you can only look at their beauty. You didn't want to ruin their soft silk hair. You didn't want to hold her to tight or she would shatter in your hold.
One day Naruto was searching for his pretty plastic doll, totally unaware of the glass doll resting on his book shelf. He continued to search and was accidentally bumping into the shelf, not knowing the glass doll was slowly closing over the edge. When he saw the cotton pink hair of his plastic doll he quickly grabbed it and praised it with all its glory, Celebrating, he finally bumped into the shelf, and the glass doll began to fell.
Naruto didn't know this, for his plastic doll was finally with him. Then he heard a loud noise and turned to the glass that rested and twinkled on the ground. Naruto said he would take care of it later, right now he had his plastic doll and that's all he needed.
There was the broken Hinata, a shattered memory and broken dream. See, she let her heart wander into the hands of a clumsy dope. It was her damn fault. She let the care taker take advantage of her, and was now just an unimportant mess. Yet, Sasuke couldn't help but pick up the shatter pieces and put them together. Even though it might take an eternity to see her smile once more, and even though he would hurt himself and bleed, he just wanted to see her pink lips form that sweet smile.
He would sit there for his whole life putting her back together, but he would be careful, not to hold her to tight or she would shatter or kiss her to hard or her jaw may break, he would be careful with his words and actions. He would keep her safe. Unlike Naruto he didn't like the plastic doll, it was to annoying, and there heads always popped off.
He just wanted to gaze at the pretty Glass doll.
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Hinata felt slight push. "Uchiha-san?" She whispered. "It's not good to sit in the cold." He responded.
A/N: Okay kinda short. Well the Plastic doll is obviously Sakura and I was just using the whole book sehlf thing to represent a story of why hinata broke...so ummm yeah. No Flames please!