Hinata sighed as her damp breath failed to warm her frosted hands. The chilly night breeze danced with her midnight locks sending an odd chill spiraling up her spine. Hinata hated winter. It was much too cold for her liking and plus, she could barely move underneath this damn bomber jacket. Her toes were already numb from the cold and her lips showed a brilliant blue, but yet, she kept on walking, wandering the empty streets like a lost sole. One might mistake her for an innocent child, searching the streets for her parents. Though, this was not so, for this Hyuuga knew more about the streets than the Hokage himself, it was her home, her past, her… escape.
She sighed again, as she pushed the snow along with her feet. Though the streets were bare and had but a scratch of litter to adorn the various shops, at least she could be herself here. This was her time and her time alone, a time of freedom, a time when she could do what she pleased without a care in the world.
SMACK
Hinata yelped as something hard smacked her square in the back of the head.
"Itai…"
Rubbing the lump, she carefully bent down and picked it up. It was a small diary, roughly the size of a journal and had ancient carvings all the way up the leather spine. On the front and back covers were patterns that looked very much like traditional Japanese symbols, ancient yet somehow, delicate. She glanced around the street for any signs of the owner, though, the empty breeze and floating rubbish showed all signs of isolation. She sighed as she took a seat on the sidewalk. It was a beautiful diary and seemed such a shame to waste it. Suddenly, without warning, the diary flicked open to reveal it's first blank pages. Hinata nibbled the inside of her lip as she stared at it; her hand for some reason felt the sudden urge to write. As if in a trance she took out a ballpoint pen and scribbled something down.
Dear Diary.
My name is Hyuuga Hinata.
Suddenly realizing her mistake, she gasped and went to scribble it out when all of a sudden, her lilac, linked lettering started to fade. Her lavender jewels widened as her neat hand writing disappeared to be replaced with messy, black print. Print she had never set eyes on.
Hello Hinata.
My name is Sasuke Uchiha.