Mission: Find a Dad!
Author: LonelyWriter42
Summary: Ever since his father's death Hyūga Hisoka has wanted his mother Hinata to remarry and this time he has found the perfect man in Hyuga Neji; only his mother hates him!
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
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Chapter One: Find a Dad!
"Mom's going to be mad at me," six-year-old Hisoka Hyūga groaned, glancing around, wondering how far it was from the Hyūga compound to Hokage Tower. "But I gotta speak with Uncle Naruto."
"Hisoka-sama," a servant said in surprise at seeing him standing at the main gate of the compound. "What are you doing here?"
"I, um, was waiting for mom…" He lied.
"But Hinata-sama is in the council chambers." The servant raised her eyebrow.
"No she isn't!" Hisoka exclaimed. "She slipped away and now I'm waiting for her to come back," he gave his best grin that always got whatever he wanted out of his mom.
The servant smiled. "Then I will leave you to your waiting."
"Okay," he waved his hand vigorously as the servant disappeared around the corner. "It's now or never," he whispered, running out the gate. "Hokage tower is near the Faces, isn't it?" He dodged several people that he recognized as people who would tell his mother that they had seen him. He found the main road and went down it at full speed.
"Hey!" Several people yelled as he rammed into them then ran away.
"Sorry!" He called over his shoulder. Five minutes later he was standing in front of Hokage Tower. "I wonder where Uncle Naruto is?" He said out loud.
"Hisoka-kun?" A deep male voice asked from behind him. The boy spun to see one of his mother's friends standing there. "Shikamaru-sensei?"
"What are you doing over here? Is your mother here? The man questioned.
"Well, I gotta see Uncle Naruto!" Hisoka exclaimed.
"So she's not, huh. Well, I suppose I could take you to him. It would be better than going home to my naggy wife," Shikamaru muttered. "C'mon. Up the stairs." He took Hisoka's hand in his own and led him up the stairs to the Hokage's office. "Good luck."
"Thanks, Shikamaru-sensei." Hisoka bowed his head in respect.
"Yeah, you'll be at the academy next week?" Shikamaru asked.
"Yes sensei!" Hisoka grinned.
"Good. The first day is always the most fun." Shikamaru waved as he descended the stairs.
Hisoka waved back, happy that his mother was finally letting him go to the academy. He took a deep breath then knocked on the door in front of him.
"Er," came the reply followed by several thuds. "Come in!"
Hisoka grinned and opened the door to reveal Naruto.
"Hisoka-kun!" Naruto grinned as he tried to restack several large books. "What're you doing here?"
"I got a mission request." Hisoka said in his most grown up voice. "I even got money. I saved all my money so I could pay."
"You did?" Naruto gave the boy a gentle smile. "So tell me and I will put my best ninja on it."
"Hokage-sama," Hisoka said, pulling a scroll out of his pocket and handed it to Naruto. "I want you to find me a new Daddy."
Naruto froze. "Hisoka, I…"
"I've got money!" The boy protested, pulling it out of his pocket. Naruto let out a groan before swinging him up and settling him on the desk top so he could look his adoptive nephew in the eyes.
"Hisoka, I don't think things like this are that easy," Naruto said softly, trying to think of a way to let him down gently.
"But you said you would put your best Ninja on it!" Hisoka protested.
"You're right, I did," Naruto sighed, raking his fingers though his hair. Any and all explanations he could come up with wouldn't satisfy a six-year-old and he had already committed himself to helping the boy. But he couldn't tell Hisoka that new dads didn't grow on trees and weren't going to fall out of the sky. Finally coming to the decision that any and all explanations wouldn't be accepted he said thoughtfully, "Have you asked your Mom?"
"Mom doesn't talk about Daddy anymore. I don't think Mommy liked Daddy." Hisoka stared at the blond ninja with clear, innocent eyes which made Naruto want to kick himself.
Naruto just managed to keep the wince off his face at the boy's comment. "I know she did," he lied. "She likes everyone. Even me."
"Would you marry mom?" Hisoka's eyes became wide with hope and Naruto started mentally kicking himself again.
"Sorry, buddy, but I'm already married, remember? Your aunt Sakura."
"But why don't I gots a Daddy?" Hisoka whispered, tears coming to his eyes. "Kai-kun and Riku-kun and Karami-chan have a Daddy. He plays with them and they have a lot of fun. Why don't I gots one?"
"Hisoka-kun," Naruto put his hand on the six-year-old's shoulder. "It takes a long time for a Mommy and Daddy to get to know each other. Maybe your Mom is looking for a new daddy for you?"
"No she isn't. I asked her to get me a new Daddy and she gave me the funny smile she gives Aunt Hana when she takes an extra 'sert at supper when she isn't s'pose to and then she told me that she wasn't ever getting married again."
Naruto slowly exhaled whishing his wife was there. Sakura would know what to do and say to make Hisoka feel better. "Does your Mom know you are here?" He finally asked.
"No, Aunt Hana is s'pose to be watching me but she was talking to Kohohamaru-san and ignoring me. Was you gonna read what I wrote? It took forever to write. My hand hurt." Hisoka looked into Naruto's eyes, pleading. "Please? Maybe you could find me a Daddy if you knew what a Daddy is s'pose to do."
Naruto nodded and opened the scroll, skimming it. "Maybe we should go back to the Hyūga compound, Hisoka-kun."
"You aren't gonna tell Mom, are you?" he pleaded. "Mom doesn't need to know."
"No, you're right. I'll just take you home, how does that sound?" Naruto lifted the boy off the desk and set him on the floor.
"'K, 'slong you don't tell on me," Hisoka gave his best stern look.
"Why would I do a thing like that?" Naruto grinned. "I was six once, too, you know."
~Earlier in the day~
Hinata Hyūga stood in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on a breakfast that probably wouldn't be eaten but would look nice all the same. "What do you think?" She asked he son.
"Um," he responded with a frown on his face. "What is it?"
"A flat cake. It's good. Eat it." Hinata put a plate in front of him. He cut a piece off then made a face when he started chewing that made her laugh. "Put syrup on it," she said, handing him the jug.
He gave her a frown then did what she said. He took another curious bite then grinned. "It's good!"
"See, I told you. Now hurry up and eat. Aunt Hanabi is waiting."
"Mom?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied.
"Where's Uncle Naruto work?" he asked with a mouthful of food.
"Naruto?" Hinata frowned. "At Hokage Tower," she said thoughtfully as she started putting away all her cooking supplies. She gathered the dirty dishes and deposited them in the sink causing bubbles to shoot up and float across the room.
Hisoka grinned before turning his attention back to his question. "Where's that?" He swallowed then shoved more food into his mouth.
"At the center of the village. All the main roads lead there. Why are you asking?" She plunged her hands into the dish water and grabbed a plate.
"I was wonderin'. Uncle Naruto is the 'Kage, right?"
"Well, yes and no. In all but name," she said thoughtfully.
"In all but name?" Hisoka frowned.
"He will be soon," she replied as she started in on the pan she had used to make the cakes.
"But why?" he asked, stuffing the rest of his breakfast into his mouth.
"Don't speak with your mouth full. Naruto isn't because Tsunade-sama is the Hokage. Naruto is being trained to take her place." Hinata finished washing the dishes in the sink and started drying them and putting them away all the while glancing at his plate.
"But ain't she like a bigillion-years-old?" he stood and plopped his plate into the dish water.
"Hisoka, please use proper grammar and no, Tsunade-sama is not that old. She is about Grandfather Hiashi's age. He isn't old, is he?" She leaned down to kiss the top of his head. "Say hi to Aunt Hanabi for me, will you?"
"'K. Bye Mom, be good," he giggled as he ran out the door.
"Sure. The council can't be that bad," she rolled her eyes sarcastically as she washed and dried Hisoka's plate. With a sigh she pressed her hand to her forehead. It was at times like this she actually missed Hokuto as he had always taken care of breakfast for their young son. Glancing around the apartment they had received as a wedding gift from her father she tried to remember what life had been like before he died.
"What had mornings been like?" she wondered out loud, glancing at the living room that looked like a single mom and a six-year-old lived there. "They had been tidy," she sighed as she slipped her shoes on. She would clean later, if she had the energy. Without another glance at the disaster that was her living room she stepped out of the apartment and walked slowly towards the main house.
In the two years since Hokuto's death she had only contemplated what life was like a couple of times, never wondering what things would have been like if he had lived. That thought was just preposterous. The man had been more than thirty years her senior, someone she had known since she as in diapers, him being one of her father's good friends but not someone she would have considered marrying if it hadn't been for her father. The marriage was rushed and everyone had gossiped that she had been pregnant with her lover's child and this was the only way to cover her disgrace up, the marriage to an older man the only way she could continue as Heir without shame. When it became obvious that she was not carrying her lover's illegitimate child other rumors flew that she couldn't have children and that was why she had been married to a man so much older.
Hinata had ignore the gossip best she could, trying hard to love the man and be a good wife but there was a barrier around his heart, not allowing anyone in. After almost a year of marriage her father had started to nervously ask about grandchildren, an Heir to the Hyūga. Hokuto had given her a distant look when she told him of her conversation with her father then had said it couldn't be helped. In her year of marriage they had only been together three times; twice on her wedding night. It didn't help that she was only fifteen when she was married and had no idea about what happened in the marriage bed.
But it didn't matter. Two months later she was sick with morning sickness and hoping that a child would finally melt the icy barrier around her husband's heart. Maybe he would be less distant, maybe he would even warm up to her and they could spend quiet evenings together, talking of the child's future and how they would prepare him to be the head of the Hyūga. But her dream never became true. He had grown even more distant. He had fulfilled his obligations to the Hyūga, an heir was on the way but no change in his character could be expected.
Hokuto had been on the Council of Hyūga Elders since he was eighteen, having taken over for his uncle when the man died. The morning of his death he had woken up with his left side in pain but neither of them though about it since he liked to sleep on his side, both of them had been more worried about council meeting that was going on that morning. When he had sagged against the wall she had been more occupied with her father and was what he was saying. It was only after he collapsed that anyone paid him attention and by then it was too late.
He had died from his aorta bursting, dead before his body hit the ground. The Council members had been in an uproar, nothing like that having happened before and no one knew what to do. The day of the funeral had been bright and sunny, a fact Hinata often laughed over, just the sort of thing he wouldn't have wanted on the day of his funeral.
It had already been two years since his death but her grieving couldn't have lasted more than a week. She didn't feel anything at his death as he had never felt anything about her. They had been married for the single purpose of having a child and after Hisoka's birth they had drifted even farther apart than they had been, two strangers living under one roof. When Hokuto died he had taken none of her heart with him but there was one problem: their son.
Hisoka was the one thing that Hokuto had ever loved, all the free time and emotion he had was put into the son that neither of them had wanted but were forced to have. Hinata would never admit it but she often found herself jealous of Hisoka's relationship with his father, more than once wishing he could show her the slightest amount of emotion.
At Hokuto's death Hisoka had been crushed, not being old enough to understand what happened, only knowing that his father wasn't ever coming back. After that the boy had become the wild child, pushing his mother to her limits and beyond.
After one incident where he accidently set fire to the Hyūga library that held over a thousand years of history, they had started seeing Ino and Sakura every week. They had been able to get the boy to open up a little but not enough to make a difference.
"There is only so much I can do," Ino had whispered to Hinata after a session. "He has to want to talk about his father and clearly he doesn't."
"Isn't there anything you can do?" Hinata had pleaded.
"I can't use mind takeover on a child. We're just going to have to wait and see how therapy goes," she had replied sadly but Hisoka hadn't gotten better, his behavior about the same.
Before Hokuto's death they had decided that she would teach Hisoka the Gentle Fist while he presided over Council meetings. Now he spent every morning with his Aunt Hanabi learning the basics while his mother became more and more absorbed with her job as Head of the Hyūga. She had never really care about it as Hokuto always did her reports, her presence at the meetings the only thing she had had to do, but now the reports wouldn't write themselves, the clan's problems wouldn't resolve themselves. It was the final straw in the plan to teach Hisoka the Gentle Fist herself. After a long, hearted argument between her and her father it was decided that Hisoka would work with Hanabi in the mornings and a different jōnin sensei in the afternoons until he was six-years-old and could enter the academy.
She stopped at the entrance to the council chambers and took a deep breath. Slowly exhaling, she entered. Every head in the room turned at her entrance, not because she was young and beautiful, but because her very presence told everyone she had power and knew how to use it. "Good morning, Gentlemen," she said in her best strong sounding voice.
"Hinata-sama," they all bowed their heads respectfully.
"If everyone is here, let us begin, shall we?" she asked.
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"…Then Aunt Hana said that she'd hide it in her room," Hisoka said with a bright grin as he explained to Naruto how he had acquired a pet frog. "Do you wanna see him?"
"Sure thing!" Naruto said in excitement. "I can summon toads you know."
"You can?" Hisoka's eyes widened as a huge grin appeared. "Could you show me?"
Naruto laughed and patted his head. "Sure, but not right now. We need to find your aunt Hanabi."
"She's at the dojo," Hisoka said offhandedly.
"And where would that be?" Naruto asked.
"Right inside the gates," the boy said, skipping ahead.
"That helps," Naruto muttered. "Hisoka stay close."
"Oops," Hisoka said stopping to wait for Naruto. "Sorry."
"It's okay. Tell me, did you even go to the dojo this morning?"
"Yeah! I was there but then Konohamaru-san came and I left. Do you think Aunt Hana noticed me being missing?" he frowned.
"Yes, unless Hanabi stopped being the Hanabi I know," the blond ninja said thoughtfully as they rounded the corner and the Hyūga compound came into sight.
"Do you think that Aunt Hana will be mad?" Hisoka whispered as they entered the gate.
"Yep," Naruto replied, catching sight of a very angry Hanabi.
"Hisoka Hyūga!" Hanabi yelled as she came forward. "Where have you been and why are you with Naruto?"
"Thanks, Hanabi. You could have just called me that person," Naruto muttered.
"Spill!" she grasped Hisoka's shoulder. "Where were you? Do you know how worried I was that some random enemy ninja had kidnapped you?"
"Sorry Aunt Hana," Hisoka bowed his head.
"Hisoka," she sighed as she kneeled in front of him and placed her hands on his shoulders in comfort. "Please never scare me like that ever again? You don't know what I went thought when I realized you weren't there."
"I'm really sorry, Aunt Hana. I just had to talk to Uncle Naruto." Tears came to the boy's pale eyes and his lip started trembling. "I really am sorry."
"Oh, Hisoka, I forgive you, just do not do that ever again, okay?" Hanabi wiped the tears from his cheeks then hugged him. "I'd be bored if Hisoka-kun wasn't around."
Her nephew laughed and pulled back. "No you wouldn't."
"Yes I would," she grinned at him the asked. "What was so important that you had to go see Naruto, huh?"
"Um," he glanced up at Naruto before biting his lip.
"Hisoka means that he thinks we should talk elsewhere," Naruto said.
"In the dojo," Hanabi replied.
"Okay," Naruto nodded as he followed the two Hyūga into the large dojo.
"So?" Hanabi asked with a raised bow after they had settled in a quiet corner.
"Do you want to tell her or do you want me to?" Naruto looked at the boy who was shaking his head. "Well this morning I got out of bed and then I took a shower then I ate the delicious breakfast that Sakura prepared then I…"
"Yes, yes, you had your daily routine," Hanabi interrupted.
"It's not nice to interrupt," Hisoka said, glancing at the door.
"Thank you Hisoka." Naruto said, giving Hanabi a triumphant look. "Anyway, I was going through another stack of old file books when a knock came to my door. Said person opened the door to reveal Hisoka with a mission request for my best ninja."
"A mission request?" Hanabi frowned at her nephew.
"Yes," Naruto nodded.
"What for?" Hanabi asked.
"Do you want to tell?" Naruto looked at the boy who shook his head again. "Well," Naruto started, crinkling his nose as he tried to decide how to explain Hisoka's actions to his mother's sister. "He asked me if I could help him, well…"
"Oh just out with it already, quit stalling!" Hanabi hissed.
"He asked me to help him find a new father." Naruto said.
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Hinata sat behind her desk, filling out yet another report on some silly topic that everyone thought important. "If I had a hundred yen for every time I fill one of these reports out," she groaned, looking up at the clock to see if she could go home yet.
"No," she moaned as she saw she still had almost five more hours of boring reports. "Why me?" she asked the air.
"Do you need something, Hinata-sama?" A soft voice came from outside the door.
"No, Harumi," Hinata raised her voice so the servant could hear her. Harumi wasn't exactly a servant; she was more like a personal secretary and voice of reason which Hinata greatly appreciated. "I'm fine. Just bored."
A laugh filtered through the rice paper door. "You say that every day."
"Do I?" Hinata frowned, trying to remember saying it yesterday.
"Yes," Harumi said.
"Hum, maybe you should be doing this then since you have a much better memory than me," Hinata stuck out her tongue though she knew Harumi couldn't see her.
"No, you should definitely be doing it," Harumi laughed.
"Fine, you win," Hinata growled as she picked up her brush and started writing again. "But if I get a hand cramp I'm blaming you," she called.
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"A new father," Hanabi whispered, gazing sadly at her nephew.
"Yeah," Naruto said, closing his eyes.
"Hisoka," Hanabi started but was cut off.
"You don't understand, Aunt Hana! I want a new dad. A dad like Kai-kun and Riku-kun and, and," tears welded up in his eyes. "I want Uncle Naruto to help find him." Hisoka went to his aunt and put his head in her lap. "I want a new daddy."
"I know," Hanabi whispered, stoking his back while wiping tear off his cheek. "Every boy should have a daddy of his own."
Hisoka raised his head. "You think so?"
"I know so," Hanabi gave him a smile. "Do you have someone in mind?"
"Um," the boy sat up and looked around. "No," he said in a defeated voice as his shoulders sagged.
"Don't worry. We'll find a perfect dad for you," Hanabi pulled him into a hug. "But you'll always be my Hisoka, right? You'll still come see silly aunt Hanabi every once and a while?"
"Yes," he giggled. "Silly Aunt Hanabi."
"So," Naruto said conspiratorially, "How are we going to find a guy and how are we going to get Hinata together with him?"
"Well, Hinata is usually busy with everything. She is the head of the Hyūga you know," Hanabi sighed.
"So? I'm almost the Hokage but I always have time for my wife," Naruto frowned.
"Hinata, well," Hanabi glanced at her nephew then said softly so only Naruto could hear, "After Hokuto died she became the Head everyone wanted her to be at the beginning. She has little time for anything else as sad as that is."
"Then we will just have to make time for her," Naruto gave Hanabi a determined look. "How does Hinata's daily routine go?"
"She has meetings in the morning usually then after lunch she locks herself in her office and does reports all afternoon. Pretty boring but time consuming. After that she gets Hisoka form the training grounds and they go home for supper," Hanabi glanced at Hisoka who nodded.
"After supper we have quiet time when Mommy reads over stuff for tomorrow and I play in my room. Then it's bedtime. Mommy sometimes reads me a story then she tucks me in and goes back to reading. Sometimes if I'm real quiet I can stay up late cause she's reading."
"So we just have to convince her to do other stuff in the afternoon. Like going on walks and stuff like that," Naruto said thoughtfully.
"Yeah, but we have to find someone for her to go out with first," Hanabi reminded him.
"That won't be hard. I'll just go through my registration books and find a good looking dude. Hisoka can help me. We'll find someone in no time!" Naruto grinned and gave Hisoka a high five.
"Make sure you find someone suitable for Hinata," Hanabi cautioned but softened it with a smile for all Naruto's enthusiasm. "It's a secret plot, right?"
"'Course!" Naruto and Hisoka both said.
"It it's a mission, it needs a name, right?" She questioned.
"Hisoka's plot to find a dad," Naruto supplied.
"The plot to get Hinata a life," Hanabi replied.
"No!" Hisoka grinned at both of them. "Mission: Find a Dad."
Hanabi laughed and pulled the boy close. "Perfect."
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The hours had crept by slowly, Hinata more than once was tempted to force Harumi to do her work. By three she had started going over old files so she wouldn't have to work with any more requests to do the silliest things, like paint over a wall.
"So we're using our last ditch files already are we? Must have been a wonderful day for reports," Harumi said dryly as she entered the room with a tray of tea.
"You wouldn't believe the things that people wanted today." Hinata moved papers so her cousin could set down the tea tray.
"Someone wanted to remove a nail from a wall," Harumi replied dryly was she sat the tray down.
"Almost that bad. Seriously, do they have to give a report for such things?" Hinata moaned as she sipped the tea Harumi handed her.
"Code 135.63 subsection 4a states that all repairs to a building owned by the Hyūga shall have a report written." Harumi recited.
"Did you recently read the code book just so you could say that?" Hinata rolled her eyes at the younger woman.
Harumi laughed. "No, but I could…"
"I think you've become even more cynical since you became pregnant," Hinata narrowed her eyes at the other woman.
Harumi grinned. "Well, I don't think I've changed any but then again…"
"How are Kai and Riku?" Hinata asked as she signed a paper.
"The busiest almost two-year-olds you'd ever find. They drive their father nuts." Harumi giggled.
"I'm sure it doesn't take that much," Hinata said dryly.
"Hinata-sama is overly critical of people," Harumi grinned.
"Harumi, it's not make fun of Hinata hour yet," Hinata groaned.
"Oh, you're right, sorry," Harumi finished her tea and set the cup back on the tray. "Neji's home. He got back last night," she said it softly, not wanting Hinata to get upset.
"He is? That's nice for you," Hinata smiled.
"Hinata," Harumi sighed. "What happened between you and my brother? One second you couldn't be separated then the next you are spouting death threats. It's just…strange and unlike you."
"I got married," Hinata said into her tea cup. "I got married to a man that wasn't him. That's all. Do you not have something else to do?"
"You're right. I'm going to take the tea tray back to the kitchen. Have fun with your reports." Harumi gathered the tea tray up and swept out of the room.
"My goodness," Hinata rolled her eyes. "Can you say melodramatic?"
"Nope, can't spell it either. Starts with an 'm', right?" Naruto grinned at her as he entered her office.
"Naruto!" she exclaimed happily as she stood. "Or should I say Hokage-sama?"
"If you call me that I'll have to call you Hyūga-sama," Naruto replied as she came around the desk and hugged him.
"That sounds boring," she grinned. "I just had tea but I can call for more."
"No, I actually came here because I'm sure you'd like to know what your son did this morning," Naruto said as he sat down across from her.
"Do I want to know?" She sighed. "What did he do this time? Paint the Faces?"
"No," Naruto laughed, "Though that does sound like fun…"
"Naruto," Hinata gave him a stern look. "Don't make me send you to the corner."
"Hinata," he whined.
Hinata winked at him. "So what did he do this morning?"
"Well, he kinda slipped up his guards without anyone knowing and got all the way into Hokage Tower, into my office, without anyone noticing. After that he made a request of me, a mission request." Naruto drew the scroll out of his pocket and handed it to her.
"A mission request?" she sighed. She knew that Hisoka had been lonely ever since his father's death, that he had needed more stimulation than an over worked mother and the family servants could give and it didn't surprise her that he had devoted his mischief into going to Hokage Tower with mission requests. She eyed the scroll wearily, almost afraid of what she would find written inside. She hoped it didn't have to do with Tora the cat. Hisoka had taken a disliking to the animal after it had bitten him.
She took a deep breath as she unwound the tie and opened the scroll. She instantly noticed that it was in his best handwriting. Hinata forced herself to exhale the breath she was holding as she started to read.
Unkle Naruto, Hokage-sama. It's me, Hisoka riting. I know you are busy alots but I was wondering if you could help me with somthin.
Hinata glanced up at Naruto, her chest constricting in pain. Was she really so busy that she couldn't help her son do something? That he had to go to Naruto to find help?
"Keep reading," he said softly.
I have reqwest I want you to help with. Unkle Naruto, I want a daddy. My dad died when his heart asploded and now all I gots is Mom, Aunt Hana, and sometimes Grampa Hiashi but he doesn't pay much 'tention to me. My cousins Kai and Riku gots a dad that plays with them in the afternoon and takes them to the lake once a weak so they can play. Pleese Unkle Naruto, find me a daddy. Mommy is busy all the time to do anything with me. I'm gonna start the akademy next week so if you could find one soon it would be good. Hisoka.
"Hisoka," Hinata cried, burying her face in her hands.
Naruto looked at the woman across from him in sadness. "Hinata," he started.
"It's my fault," she cut him off. "I could have spent more time with him not pushed him away like I did. I never loved Hokuto but I love the son he gave me. Why didn't I spend more time with him? Why?" she sobbed.
"Hinata, you were grieving too," Naruto tried to console her.
"But I wasn't! I never grieved Hokuto's death. We were business partners, nothing more. Nothing more," she sighed.
"Hinata, you can't beat yourself up over this," Naruto pleaded. "I only wanted you to know what was going on."
"Why not? It's my own fault," she sighed then stood. "Please leave, Naruto. I, I, I have to think about this."
"I understand." He went over to her and pulled her into a hug. "If you ever need anything, Sakura and I are here."
"Thanks, Naruto. For everything," Hinata pulled back and gave a faint smile. He returned it with a more enthusiastic one before exiting the room and leaving her with her thoughts. And paperwork.
Hinata sat back down, finally letting the deep, heart-wrenching sobs come out. Hisoka had everything he would ever need but not the one thing he wanted: a dad of his own and that grieved Hinata more than anything.
Hinata covered her face with her hands, a memory surfacing unbidden. She had been only five when her mother died, the shock enough to send her into almost a vegetative state, the only constant in her life the new sister her mother had died to bring into the world and…Neji.
Hinata jerked back. The thought of the boy that had always been at her side was enough to make her collapse. He had once told her he loved her, and then he had abandoned her in her time of need.
And she would never forgive him.