Full Summary: Naruto desperately tries to make his way back into the heart of Hinata who has finally returned to the small village of Konoha after her absence of 4 years. But how easy will it be when the Hinata he once knew is now non-existent and replaced with a stranger trapped in the same skin? Or should we say, the newly developed skin? Hinata returns with a fully developed female figure, having curves in all the right places, turning all the heads of the Konoha boys who once ridiculed and alienated her. While the high school boys are engrossed with her transformation, something else catches the attention of apathetic Sasuke Uchiha. Where her deep lavendar orbs clearly reveals the fears and hardships she's suppressed, Sasuke can't help but see straight through her masked disguise, deciphering the truth about her lost and confused self. With a new attitude and personality that mirrors much of the boy whose name echos down the halls of Konoha High, will the block of ice that's replaced Hinata's heart be melted away by the morning sun, or will the night moon shine it's starlit sky upon it and unveal it's true inner beauty?
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Hmkay, so I basically reinvented this story & changed it's whole direction.
I don't even think I knew the general aim of it when I first started it two years ago, but I want to start it back up after getting some inspiration.
I think the first couple of chapters are gonna be kinda bland though, just focusing on establishing all the broken relationships & stuff.
So please bear with me(=
& just a disclaimer, I've only watched about 3 episodes of Naruto in my life. I actually started reading the fanfics based on it long before I decided to watch it for myself.
All I know is that I fell in love with the pairing between the cold, apathetic Sasuke & shy Hinata, ahaha. & so I think I have a gist on all the characters, and considering the fact that I'm not really limiting myself to the personalities that they portray on television, but I would love if you could give me the low down on them as it would help... a lot!
& so yeah.. haha. Also feel free to comment, rate, criticize, & suggest, as I would most definitely appreciate it! Thank you!
- I do not own Naruto
*EDITTED 07/22/10
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I exerted what was left of my minimal strength into my arms and legs, shoving against the forces of nature, more than determined to find him.
But, like anything in this malicious world, it was no stroll in the park.
The wind reciprocated equal strength, pushing hard against my slim frame, preventing me from exceeding my limits.
I was fully aware that if I did not increase my speed at that exact moment, I would never be granted the opportunity to reconcile our relationship which I cherished dearly. He was the origin of my happiness, my inspiration, my light who kept me sane in this world which I loathed so deeply.
I examined the path ahead of me; empty, lifeless…
…Just like the stranger who I always encountered when gazing deep into the river; the river which contained so many of my most sacred and feared secrets and memories.
I continued to weave through the wind, the pumping of my arms in unison with the beating of my heart. Time was limited, too limited.
I didn't… couldn't admit that somehow hope was stealthily creeping itself out of its cage. As I contemplated over the possible outcomes of my journey, something vibrant red on the ground caught the interest of my eye; a rose. A withered rose, trampled and embedded into the dirt surface. It functioned like a trigger. Just like that, a bullet of memories with him and the small town struck me unexpectedly and soon began occupying my thoughts as a sharp pain evoked within the left side of my chest. Wincing, I swiftly grasped where the pain had sprung, clawing my nails deep into my skin. The pain was immense, so immense that it was my first time experiencing such agony. But no matter the circumstances, halting to a stop was not an option and never would be. I had to persevere and keep striving, just like he had always done.
But I was not him…
Every haste step and short breath gradually began exposing the feelings and emotions I had trained myself to keep concealed since I was a mere infant; Emotions which defined and labeled a sorry being as weak, pathetic, and pitiful, emotions which my father would never come to tolerate.
Knowing this, I placed my brave face on as if it were equivalent to the simplicity of dressing myself each morning, but I was not strong and was not capable of persevering. My façade quickly began deteriorating as I practically dragged my limp body sullenly towards what was left of the journey.
I could feel the muscles in my legs slowly tearing apart as my knees came in contact with the land. I had officially reached my limits, and had not succeeded in reaching my destination.
A salty substance began to invade my vacant eyes, soon overflowing. A warm liquid dribbled along the structure of my slim face, sliding down my porcelain skin reaching the edge of my jaw, floating delicately, splattering, evaporating into the grains of the ground.
…A tear.
How strange it was to reunite with something I had buried beneath the lies long ago. The promise I had made to my father and sister in secrecy, broken.
I could feel my body rapidly losing stamina, both physically and mentally, no longer capable of controlling my emotions, which I had dedicated my childhood to perfecting. Why now?
My upper body, knees up, collapsed, colliding with the dirt road sending a cloud of dust through the restless wind. My vision grew hazy and I could feel my body temperature rising at an incredible rate; unfortunately, my intuition inaudibly whispered that it was that time. The ends of my mouth began twitching; slightly curving up gradually forming a full arch. Tears continuously strolled down my face as I smiled in denial of what I finally came to realize:
Failure was destiny's calling and held possession of my life
Acceptance was impractical and would never be
Incompetence was unacceptable, yet so facile to achieve
The aching of my heart would always and forever be apart of me
and Hope…was nonexistent and pseudo in my beliefs.
Tears had affected my vision, making it a complete blur. I was unaware of the reason behind shedding such endless tears, but it felt as if a great burden had been stripped away. I desperately tried to flip myself to the other side, not wanting to see the road that hadn't been traveled, but due to the lack of strength, I failed to do so.
I stared at the road ahead of me with a blank and emotionless expression.
…Failure, how typical.
My head began to spin and I felt as if the world was orbiting me.
My body was unusually burning hot and my organs felt as if they were completely rearranged. I solemnly placed both hands on my heart carefully, knowing how delicate and fragile it was. Everything was just a faint color now and I could feel my eyelids slowly drooping as my vision became limited. As I thought the end had finally arrived, I caught a glimpse of something which stirred a tiny swarm of butterflies in my gut…
An electrifying yellow, followed by a brilliant orange, together vivacious as the blazing sun. Before I could clarify my viewings,
All was pitch black.
…It couldn't be…
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I shot up in bed,
My right hand clenching my agitated heart, panting heavily, just like the state I had been in that day.
I was drenched in sweat, my silk pajamas clinging to my frail body and my long, dark hair tangled in all sorts of directions.
I peered over at my surroundings making out silhouettes in the dark as each heart beat gradually began decreasing and my breathing returning to its normal pace.
My eyes were keen enough to realize that I was back in my old home without the assistance of my byakugan. Although majority of my adolescence was spent in this room, everything seemed so foreign. I could still trace out every inch of it with my eyes closed in the dark, but nothing was the same. I wasn't sure how much patience I would have this time around. I only hoped that Father would send me back, willingly this time.
I glanced at my alarm clock placed in the center of the ebony surface of my bed stand. It had read 2:14 A.M. and immediately turned 2:15 A.M. the following second.
I allowed my body to limply plunge into the comfort of my bed as my mattress embraced my small figure.
I lay there, staring intently ahead at the ceiling. The thought of entering a building packed with the people I threw away in five hours was just too dreadful to think of. I closed my eyes in disappointment and sighed, knowing it'd be the same routine all over again.
I tried to let my mind wander elsewhere…
The dream.
The dream, no, the nightmare had seemed so vivid, as if I was living through the depths of hell all over again. I thought I had completely erased the memories of that day after I had left the small town, but I was proven wrong as I was aware myself that it had returned to haunt me.
The simplest thoughts of that day slowly contrived the pain I had experienced. It was too much for me to cope. I smothered my face into my pillow, eliminating all appalling thoughts, determined to keep back the tears.
Before I knew it, I slowly drifted off into a deep slumber, the pain permanently marking its territory within my heart.
But little did I know the following day would infect the wound tremendously, plaguing my self being for what would feel like all eternity...
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