Disclaimer:
Characters and Naruto plot created by Masashi Kishimoto, distribution by Shonen Jump and Viz Media. I am not making any profit off of this.
Pairing: Hinata X ? (Make of him what you will, I 'd love to hear who you think he is)
Words: 521
Hinata sat up and stared at the moon, its light shining through her window. The shadows in the room reproaching it for not giving them life with its illumination. And still she could not shed a tear, she wanted to wonder why. Hinata wanted to feel rage at not being able to cry and the whole injustice of the situation and still she felt nothing but increasingly apathetic view on the whole thing. Really, it all came down to the fact that he had never been much of a presence in her life. Death was a normal occurrence in a shinobi's life and still she could not make herself see it as acceptable. With a heavy sigh, she stood letting her light blanket in disarray on her tiny bed. She stared at it with something akin to reproach. Crossing her dark room Hinata watched her feet in the moonlight, they moved gracefully with a familiarity that could only come after years of living in the small place. She stopped in the middle and gazed at the stretched light, it lit up middle portion of the floor and reached the door. The whole place took on a silver tint and for a second a strange thought floated through her mind.
'If his eyes were like moonlight then are mine just as majestic?'
Really she thought, it was for the best. Marriage was not for her. Stopping at her closet she gingerly reached for the knob, hesitating only because of the creaking that might awaken other family members. If she could really call them that now, now after this had transpired and no one had cared. No one had cared just like she couldn't care.
Pulling open the door she stepped inside two steps and felt the wall with her fingers. Running them lightly over the bumpy texture she felt his warmth, she felt his eyes on her and she felt that smile that said he was sorry. He was sorry, sorry he had to marry her, the failure of the clan. He was sorry he couldn't love her, he already loved someone else, he loved the same person she did. He was sorry he was going to die and leaver her a bigger failure. He was sorry but not as sorry as she was that she could not shed a single tear now. Just as she had not been able to shed a single tear as he lay dying in her arms.
Pulling down a box from the top shelf, Hinata stepped back into her bedroom and laid the white cardboard box on her bed. Gently she lifted the top off and pulled the white kimono out. She stared at it, translucent in the moonlight and slowly brought it press to her body. Pursing her lips she wished he had taught her at least one jutsu that could destroy the tainted thing.
'At least,' she thought with a bitter cynicism that seemed to grow as the days passed, 'I can still wear it to the funeral.'
It's when the moon leaves that we are left asking what's left.
Some Hinata angst, why? I'm not sure myself. I like her a lot so I'm not sure why Im messing with her like this. As previously mentioned I'd love to hear who you guys think the guy is, it's pretty open so there isn't really a right answer but I do have someone in mind. Thanks for reading!
CherryShadowZ
