"This is Hyuga Neji. Sorry you missed me, either I'm too busy or don't care enough to answer. Leave your name and number and I may get back to you." Hinata pulled the phone from her ear with a sigh, clicking the end button. Sitting on the public library steps, the young girl checked her watch for what felt like the thousandth time. Neji was suppose to pick her up over an hour ago and the chill from the early January weather was beginning to nip in uncomfortable places. I suppose I could go back inside and wait until he calls. Hinata stood from her perch and began the long ascent up the stairs. She was positive that Neji had a good reason for not being on time. She'd find out soon...maybe. Slipping into a vancant table in the back corner, the shy girl opened her backpack, pulling out her iPod and a small purple folder. Earlier that day a group of people (whom she assumed were college students) dropped by Konaha High and randomly elected a few of the students to answer a questionaire. Unfortunately for Hinata, she was one of them. If she had been anyone else, she would have thrown it away but the girl was too nice. Opening the small bookletl, Hinata used the small ounce of courage she gained from listening to Breaking Benjamine to start writing.
"To start off, let's being by you telling us about yourself. General stuff like name, age, school and family is a must but we highly encourage other non-typical topics like favorite, secrety hobbies and things other people rarely know about you. Have fun :)"
As she read the opening paragraph, Hinata began to knaw harshly at the pencil in her hand, a horrible habit she developed in grade school. Taking a deep breath and one last draw of "why can't I breath evil angel" and Hinata began writing.
My name is Hyuga Hinata. I'm sixteen years old and a sophomore at Konaha High. I live at the Hyuga Compound with my father, younger sister and cousin. My father is the CEO of Hyuga Interprises, and is rarely home but when he is, all of his time is devoted to teaching my cousing Neji the way of the family business or catering to my sister's every wish. It's not that I don't love my family, I love them so much that it hurts sometimes but it's just that sometimes I wish they'd notice me. Actually, I wish that just one person would notice me.
Hinata continued writing as the song slowly changed, lightly bobbing her head she let the words fill her mind and her own thoughts spill from her pen.
"I fought it for a long time now while drowning in a river of denail."
"Gaara!" The red head in question raised his head from the couch, taking his headphones off and looked at his sister lazily. "We're you sleeping?" Temari asked, fixing one of her near perfect pigtails. Gaara shook his head no and let the headphones rest on his neck. "Oh." His sister said with a sad smile. "Well I was just coming to tell you that Kankuro has a gig out of town again and I'm working two shifts so you'll be home alone tonight." Pulling on her bright red jacket, and matching gloves, Temari leaned forward and kissed Gaara's forehead before he could pull away. "Please try to get some sleep tonight." The blonde practically demanded before turning to leave. Gaara glared at his sister's retreating back, wiping the cheap red lip stain from his forehead. As soon as the door was shut, the red head pulled his headphones back on right and stood up. After a quick rummage through the fridge, Gaara took his residence back on the couch, soda in hand. He slowly flipped through the channels but didn't really pay attention. The red head found himself become rapidly bored. Glancing over, green eyes caught sight of a black messanger bag. With a sigh, Gaara started digging through his bag searching for his PSP, but instead found a crumpled booklet. Sneering his nose, the angsty teen stood, ready to throw the papers away. "Are you having trouble finding sleep at night?" Gaara snarled, and shook his head, taking a seat at the kitchen table. Leave it to All Time Low to change your mind, the boy thought as he smoothed out the booklet. Reading over the opener, he wondered why he hadn't thrown the crap away when those idiots had given it to him. "Hmph, whatever." He said aloud, before pulling a pen from his jacket pocket and started to scribble.
Names Subaku Gaara and personally I think this is bullshit. But I'm bored. I live with my older siblings, Temari and Kankuro. I sleep on our couch, well more like reside on our couch. My parents are dead and no I won't talk about it! Oh, I'm also an Insomniac-Manic Depressive with a viloent streak. Or at least that's what those idiot doctors keep saying. I'm 16 and I got to Suna Independent. So what else...well Kankuro is a drummer in a band called Exploding Puppets [Yeah, I don't understand it either]. They're pretty good thought so he's gone most of the time, at different gigs. And Tema, well she prefers to be called an Exotic Dancer, so to piss her off I tell everyone my sister is a stripper. But even though I'm pretty mean about it most of the time I know Temari only does it to take care of us. But if I'm being honest here, it gets kinda lonely around the house. Damn. I must be lonely if I'm admiting it."
Through out Konaha and Suna, two corrosponding sighs filtered through the air, clashing and melding together.