a/n: hahahaha...i was attacked by another plot bunny… stupid thing just kept festering and all…had to get rid of it somehow….-shrugs-

disclaimer: ...rejoice yet again...that i do not own Naruto...-frowns- tsk… i don't even own my car yet...but in Nov. it well be mine...mwhahahahahaha...ahhem...the car... not Naruto...

warning: i SUCK at grammar and all that stuff ...writing papers...never been my forte... so really you don't have to let me know...just wanna let you know ahead...ah and this is also only my second doodle thingy...so yeah on with juntomatsu's little doodle...

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Dream a little dream…The Scapbook-

Silently sitting in the middle of the bedroom Hinata was staring at the worn scrapbook that she had found.

She winced; well… actually it had fallen out of her closet and landed painfully on her toes, while she was digging around looking for some item that she had now forgotten about.

She then chuckled and rubbed her throbbing digits at that thought.

She continued staring at the light brown leather book. How long has it been since she's seen this?

It's been nearly six years, the night before her wedding as a matter of fact. Slowly she opened the book, turning through the faded and colored pages.

The first item that she came across was a piece of her baby blanket, she smiled sorrowfully. A blanket that her mother had lovingly made for her before she was born; she was later told by Hikaru, her mother's closest friend.

Slowly, carefully she flipped through a few more pages each containing small memories and memoirs from her childhood.

Hinata then stopped and smiled when she saw an old faded sheet of paper, it was one of her first test back from the academy. She beamed, remembering how proud her mother and father were, she had actually been one of the few that had scored high on this test.

Flipping through more tests, reports, pictures and report cards she noticed something small and yellow had fallen onto the floor between her legs.

It was a pressed flower.

She tenderly picked it back up and positioned it back in between the pages, while reflecting back to the day that she picked it- she had found it growing on the side of the road, after flower arranging class that day. It was just a simply wildflower, easily over-looked, just a weed growing rapidly and untamed, unwanted by many. Most of the villagers found it to be a bother and many people would always try to destroy it but somehow it always managed to grow back just as beautiful as before, and in many ways it reminder her of Naruto.

She slowly touched the fragile flower one more time before carefully turning to the next page.

After turning a few more pages she stopped on a folded discolored sheet of paper, she opened it and as she glanced over it, her smile grew.

Hinata remember this, when they were fifteen, Kurenai had asked them to write a simple report on what they saw themselves doing in ten years.

Hinata could remember being nervous about it at first, not because she didn't want anyone to know her dreams, it was just that she didn't really know herself what she wanted to do.

She slowly shook her head at that thought and read over what her fifteen year old self wrote about her dreams and goals.

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In ten years I'll be twenty-five.

I don't know what the future holds but I hope that I'm Head of my clan if not the Head then still carrying the title of Heir. If I am still the Heir then that means that my clan has finally accepted me as a capable Hyuuga.

I not only wish to just carry the title of the Head of the clan but I want to be a pillar of strength for my clan as well.

I want to be able to help my clan by changing it for the better.

I strongly believe that the deep rift between the main house and the branch only hurts the Hyuuga. If we are united then I believe that we can become stronger and have a bright future ahead of us.

I also wish to become stronger as well not only for my clan but for myself as well.

I want to be able to protect those I care about, my precious people.

However want I want most from my twenty-five year old self is to be able to look at myself with confidence and know that I am happy at being who I am so that I can finally tell a certain precious person how I feel and how much he's helped me even though he doesn't know about it.

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After she had read her old report she lightly placed it back in its spot and closed the scrapbook, placing it next to her on the floor.

Hinata reflected back at what she read.

It's been more than ten years; she was now twenty-eight; thirteen years had passed since her adolescent-self wrote that report.

Did her older-self ever obtain the dreams and goals of her fifteen year old self?

Hinata calmly pondered her answers, and sighed.

Was the twenty-eight year old Hinata still the Hyuuga Heir… simply no, was she the Head of the Hyuuga Clan… again no.

She, the twenty-eight year old was no longer even a Hyuuga.

At the age of seventeen, when Hanabi was twelve the Hyuuga Clan and it's counsel, who had prided themselves at being traditional had broke tradition and named Hanabi, the second born the heir.

At the time seventeen year old Hinata thought that they would have her branded and moved into the branch family. But no… that did not happen, the counsel not only felt that she was not worthy of becoming the Head to the Clan but she was not even worthy of being a Hyuuga, they did not need her "kind" weakening the clan, and she was then banished.

But the worst, for Hinata was not the fact that she was no longer the heir or that she was banished from the compound; yes, it hurt but what really made her feel worthless was that the Clan didn't even feel the need to brand her with the cursed seal, she was not even considered worth the effort and time.

For Hinata that was more agonizing than anything else.

After the banishment, she moved in with Kurenai-sensei and started to train in becoming a med-nin of course this was with the help of her friends, Neji and Hanabi.

Hanabi had always vented about how they treated Hinata, just because she wasn't their idea of what a Hyuuga was supposed to be. She was family and to Hanabi it was wrong, she swore that if they wanted her to become the Head she would but when she became Head that she would correct all the wrong that Hinata and other family members had suffered, damn the counsel and the elders.

Hinata smiled fondly at that memory to herself.

Hanabi was now twenty-three years old and the head of the Hyuuga, and the elders and counsel had their hands full, they found that they couldn't control the younger of the two sisters. And over the years, if Hanabi ever needed advice on a problem or issue she would seek out Hinata- so in a way even was though she was not the clan's head, Hinata found that she was still helping Hanabi in changing the Hyuuga for the better.

And what about her precious person, did she ever express her feeling to him? Did Hinata ever confess to Naruto?

She sighed sadly- again…no.

When she was fifteen she always thought that somehow, someway she would show Naruto her strength and they would fall in love, get married and have children and live happily ever after.

Yet realities and dreams were very different, even though she never managed to confess they were great friends now, which was more than she could ask for.

Hinata lightly laughed as she thought back on the start of their friendship.

It all started when Naruto had hunted her down and told her that he needed help. He wanted to catch the heart of a cherry-blossomed-haired kunoichi that happened to be a good friend. Hinata could still remember her younger-self's heartache at the request but wanted more than anything for her inspiration to be happy, so she reluctantly agreed.

It was then decided that they would meet up for dinner that following Saturday to talk about his 'problem' but that in itself prove to be a problem- young Naruto being distracted by his bowls of ramen and the young Hinata being distracted by Naruto. In the end they ended up having to take a walk around Konoha in order to talk, it proved helpful. After months of working on their relationship Naruto finally ended up winning over his heart's most precious person, Sakura.

Even to this day Hinata doubts that she really helped Naruto but if you ask him he'll swear upon a bowl of ramen that if not for her he and his wife would have never been.

Thinking back on it, Hinata couldn't remember when or how this ritual started but even now after all this time if the Sixth and Hinata had some free time they and their families would still meet up for dinner on Saturday and followed that with their walk around Konoha.

Was the older Hinata stronger?

She pondered, yes- although she was not as strong as Naruto and many of her other friends, she knew that she was strong enough to stand on her own two feet, to fight for her beliefs. She was strong enough to protect her precious people, and to finally accept herself for who she was and who she was not.

She smiled warmly.

She was also strong enough her and her family.

Another smile crept warmly across her face.

That was one thing that the fifteen year old Hinata did not mention in her report.

Yes, her younger-self wrote about the Hyuuga Clan but not about having a family of her own.

Her husband made sure to remind her ever day that she was the pillar of strength that held them together, without her; he would claim that they would be lost.

Hinata's smile brightened, thinking about her family; they were her pride and joy.

Her husband and two sons had always accepted her as she was and never expected her to be anything more than what she wanted, and even though her husband claimed they drew their strength from her, she disagreed; it was them who gave her strength and without them she would be the one lost.

She loved them greatly and wouldn't change a thing, she was thankful for everything that led her here.

Hinata glanced at the leather scrapbook next to her.

In the end, even though the twenty-eight year old Hinata might not have gotten everything that the fifteen year old Hinata had wished for in her report she still believed that she had not only achieved everything in one way or another, but more.

Hinata quietly laughed to herself again.

"Hn…what's so funny?" her husband sauntered in and leaned against the wall next to the door.

"Nothing…just going through some old things I found. "Hinata smiled sweetly, stood up and shakily started walking towards him.

Her legs had started to fall asleep while she was looking over her scrapbook sitting on the floor.

"Hn…" he grunted but then smirked as he finally pulled her into an embrace.

Hinata stared into his black eyes and sighed.

She loved him with all her being and could not imagine her life without him. She was indeed thankful for everything that had led her this moment in her life.

Hinata leaned in to catch his soft lips with hers, feeling the flutter of butterflies still present in her stomach after all these years.

Just then a screaming five year old Fugaku came running in being chase by his angry twin, Hizashi.

Hinata felt the breath of her husband's silent sigh upon her face.

"Mommy, tell Hizashi to leave me alone. I didn't mean it. "Fugaku wailed "I was only pla-…"

Fugaku was then interrupted by Hizashi…"Yes you did …mommy he took m-…"

"Enough, both of you settle down…"a stern voice thundered.

"Yes father." both Hizashi and Fugaku standing behind Hinata, answered at the same time knowing that an angry father was never a good thing and could be quite scary.

Hinata turned and smiled to her sons "Why don't we go to the park, since it's so nice today?"

She then turned and gave her grumbling husband a peck on the cheek, then a loving smirk knowing that he hated going to the park.

"The park…!"

"Yippy!"

Fugaku and Hizashi both gleefully shouted at the same time and dashed out of the room heading towards the front entrance.

Hinata giggled and grabbed her moaning ebony-haired husband by the arm, dragging him towards the front door, leaving the now forgotten old leather book in the middle of the bedroom floor.

No- she contently thought, she wouldn't change a thing.

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a/n: hmmm...still here...heh heh... so sorry to all the sasu-hina fans...i know that he really wasn't in my one-shot until the end…and yes her husband was sasuke just incase you were wondering and their two sons were named after her uncle (Neji's father) and his father...and like so many other fics i imagined them as twins) i know so not original...phhtt...i tried...ack so...how was it...-crickets chirping in the background-...wwhhhaaa...-run around panicking-...nah just kidding it was something that i needed to get out...stupid plot bunnies...and again if you wish to review feel free and if not then don't and if you want to flame then -grins- by all means plz do...you were warned...thanks for reading...

ah and pppsstttt...Platinum Egoiste hopefully my summary's is a little better this time around...thanks again...