What does fate know of time and space?
In this hidden village, it knows nothing.
And with his black eyes he stared. When had she become so… wow? Wow.
"Ex..excuse me," Hinata cried. Trying to inch her way past him. His blocking figure.
He just stared. Coolly, coldly. Had her face always been so red? He'd never even seen her face before. Despite growing up in the same village.
Have we met before?
Of course; this body, her's. Just not… this girl.
There was a bar in the space which couldn't be forgotten. A guard rail against time. He was on the outside, alone with time, watching her grow in her fenced off cage of freedom.
"Sorry," clearly, his voice. Had he ever said that word before? No. No…
She smiled, slightly. Quietly and quickly. Her lips were so brief. Her short hair was shining before him. Blindly, he moved aside. She bent her head and ducking, sprinted out of sight. Out of vision.
Hyuuga Hinata was her name. She was in her class, wasn't she? He knew it, had seen her somewhere before. But not so close up. She sat in the corner and spoke to no one. Heh. He surprised himself.
"Hey."
She sat up, blushing, searching the empty classroom. She had been alone, so-
"Uhm… hi?"
Would they ever speak again? He took his seat and watched. Annoying blondes and brunettes, but no one else with her hair. Her face and eyes.
Fate stared, waiting.
Err… so absurd. Hinata/… Kiba? Sasuke? Shikamaru? Another kid with black eyes? HMM.
Naruto ain't mine. A hur hu HU.