Impossible Things Indeed.
"Am I mad?"
"It seems that you are, you're mad, bonkers, completely gone around the bend. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are."
"My father used to say that he would think of six impossible things before breakfast."
"That's a good practice."
-Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland, Through the Looking Glass.
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Impossible things included are complete and utter lunatics running free, me ever owning Naruto or Alice in wonderland, and me being a good writer.
"You're very late you know."
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Hiashi never did believe in imaginary things. They were after all, imaginary. So when his eldest daughter came up to him asking about rabbits bedecked in waist coats and cards that painted roses red, he did the only thing he could. He isolated her. It was for her own good, you know. He couldn't let people know that she insisted upon telling him the story of a nearly endless rabbit hole, she had a thing for rabbits.
"They are always late for everything." She said.
He was still a little skeptical.
One day Hinata ran off, 'following a white rabbit in a waist coat' she said. She returned ten minutes later, hair mussed, dress dirty, and thoroughly triumphant looking.
"I returned Gamabunta!" She exclaimed, her usually timid voice booming with victory.
"I'm sure you did darling."
And so Hiashi sent her to an insane asylum.
It was for her own good, you know.
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"Tell me, what's your name dear girl?"
"H-hinata."
"And where do you come from?"
"I-I came with my f-father. I'm usually n-not crazy, sir."
"I'm sure you usually aren't."
And so Hinata followed the white haired man wearing a waist coat and a most peculiar mask.
His hair swished about, and from his pocket he pulled a watch. Shaking his head, he returned it to its resting place, muttering about the time. Rabbits are always late for everything, you know.
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Down the corridors they went. Down and down and down, then they turned right. Red powder flashed out from under one door on her left, staining the bottom of the wood. But still, they walked. They reached some stairs, and down and down and down they went. Hinata looked at the white haired man strangely when they reached a garden.
"How do the plants grow down here without sunlight? And why are all the roses red?" White ones were her favorite.
"Because she likes them red. If they were white or yellow or blue we would have to paint them. And only Sai likes painting." He replied.
"Oh." She said, then he shoved her into a hole in the ground.
And down and down and down she went.
Tumbling down the familiar endless hole, she waved at the white haired rabbit. It took him a minute to remember he had to escort her.
Rabbits are always late for everything, you know.
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"Welcome back Hinata." Two voices chimed in unison. Hinata smiled at King Jiraiya and Queen Tsunade, they had decided to get along after Hinata returned Gamabunta. They were husband and wife. But one would never think so, after all, Tsunade liked red roses and Jiraiya like yellow ones. It was a most difficult problem, but Tsunade was the woman, and Jiraiya liked having a woman. And so the roses stayed red. Or they would have to be painted, and only Sai liked the paint.
"Why am I back here? I thought that everything was right in Konoha." Hinata questioned, she was very confused.
"It was, for a while. It has been many years and another has tried for power. He was once our colleague, but after we married, he has long since been upset. He found his champion that has befriended his summon. And like Naruto, he must be beaten for me—and Jiraiya to remain in power."
Hinata was hesitant. She had befriended Naruto and grown to admire him, but she wasn't Tsunade's true champion. That was Sakura.
"Why me? Why not Sakura?" Sakura had been the one to defeat Naruto in battle, Hinata had only handled Gamabunta. Then again, that wasn't a small feat.
"Although Sakura is my champion, she's a little, tied up at the moment." Tsunade gestured behind her and the two aforementioned champions stepped forward. Both looked the slightest bit older and there was one striking difference.
"You're pregnant?" Hinata wondered, aloud. She was much bolder in Konoha, it was not real and so she was not afraid. Her pale gaze flickered the Naruto who blushed a bit and looked down. "And I assume it's yours?" Naruto quickly tried to defend himself.
"I didn't know you would be coming back, and well." He trailed off, obviously losing whatever speech he had.
"I am sorry Hinata. I knew how you felt and still I said yes." Sakura held up her left hand, as did Naruto.
Two matching rings. They were married, lovely. Hinata slowly stepped backward. If Konoha wasn't real, why did her heart hurt so much? Why did she feel pain when she fought Gamabunta? Why was she still here? She again reasoned with herself. She knew it was real, but for her father's sake she had to remember that it wasn't.
"I see." Turning to face the royal couple quickly, willing herself not to cry, Hinata was just able to reply. "I'll do it." Kakashi laid a hand on Hinata's shoulder in support. Hinata could barely smile at his timing.
Rabbits are always late for everything, you know.
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"Sasuke." The voice was brisk and hardly ardent. Orochimaru looked down at his champion.
"What?" Sasuke's voice was rough and scratchy. He'd been down in the sand for too long.
"Hinata has returned and she will try to destroy you. Sakura is unable to do anything as she is pregnant, however, I'm sure Naruto will interfere." The snake-like man could barely hold in a hiss when he mentioned Sakura and Naruto together. They had a child, and children were the most delicious to a snake.
"It doesn't matter." Sasuke bit out.
"Oh, but it does."
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"You will engage him here. We have sent Orochimaru a message proposing a spar and he has agreed. You will merely gauge his skill and we will strategize from there." Jiraiya circled the spot on the map marked 'Kumokagure.'
"And that is where I will meet his champion?" Hinata murmured, more to herself than the people surrounding her.
"Yes, it is," Naruto spoke up, having remained quiet for the majority of the discussion. "I knew Sasuke when I was younger. It's kind of ironic really. He always wanted power, and well, now he's got it. He was jealous when I was taken away by Jiraiya, and look at where he is now. Champion, just like me."
"Yeah. Champion, just like you." Hinata gritted out, before turning away abruptly and stalking out the door. She still hadn't recovered. Sakura and Naruto watched her go, Naruto starting to follow—but what could they do? Though Naruto may still have feelings for Hinata, when you're married in Konoha, you're married until death.
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"We must prepare, Sasuke." Orochimaru spoke, lounging on his throne, looking every bit as royal and smug as Tsunade and Jiraiya combined.
"Indeed. I refuse to lose this battle, or lose face at all. Especially in front of a woman." Sasuke's words were sharp and hard, his face remaining stoic. He'd longed to fight against Naruto, but as a new father the enthusiastic man was hard pressed to keep himself alive. And that meant not fighting. His mental image of Hinata was a muscled woman with wild red hair and a toothy grin. She was blood thirsty, of that he was convinced. But he would be meeting her soon enough, and that's all that mattered.
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Okay, so this is really disjointed so far, I thoroughly apologize for my lack of writing skill. I haven't really decided on a pairing yet. Everyone nix the Akatsuki will be in this fic. I saw Alice in Wonderland today and I'm pretty freaking pumped, so I decided to write this. It's rather generic in it's premise, but I promise that it's different. At least, I hope it's unique. Anyway, hope you like it! Also, I usually don't bag for reviews, but my last stories have been like dead on that front, and I'd really like to change that.