The celabration of independence in the United States was just a mere concept in Japan. The city on Konoha was different. A small celabration festival was held, late evening and wandered through the night. Several activities were provided, and the final four hours were devoted to fireworks. Obscurely enough, a male of the age of eleven sat in the field where the large fireworks display would begin soon.

Fireworks. Of course, the translation of fireworks would be Hanabi. Hanabi. The Hyuuga girl crossed his narrow mind. Oh. The cruel and very cold hearted Hyuuga "heir." Besides the fact that he could barely comprehend most of the things she said, which would resemble crude insults, but the more loveable. Idiotic, right? Well, he so happened to think idiotically.

The smell of burning wax and wood entered his nostrils as smoke stung his eyes. Ick. It was horrid. The least favorite part of fireworks. But yet, an excellent example, he concluded. The horrid thought of this reminded him of Hanabi's bitter mood most of the time, acidic, poisonous.

Of course, they were mere thoughts of the eleven year old. A sigh escaped his lips before he coughed from the smoke.

Moments later, a loud crackle and some fireworks shot off. The beautiful colors were blinding, like her melted personality.

Fireworks. They sure did describe her. Hanabi stayed true to that name.

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Amongst the several people, Hyuuga Hanabi sneezed.

A/N;; Haha. Kinda cheesy and rather short. Ugh. Well luckily it is a drabble, ne?