Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or its characters. Just borrowing them to keep the plot bunnies at bay.
Goodbye
Practically the entire village came out to see him off the day he left. They had gathered at the edge of the woods -- the teachers, the genins, all of his friends and comrades, even the Fifth Hokage herself.
But she, /she/ watched him from a distance as only she could, her deep blue hair swaying softly in the breeze from where she sat atop the tall cedar tree she had chosen as her outpost.
He still carried the pouch of medicine she had prepared as a parting gift, strung around the handle of the sack filled with other provisions -- mostly instant ramen -- and it swayed as he walked purposefully on, into the path that led up to the next mountain, where he would wander on and probably never come back until the leaves turn seven times red.
The sight of it gladdened her heart somewhat.
They never had a proper goodbye. She had never spoken to him since the day he announced his intent to go off on his own to aid a neighboring village far into the western lands. A mission so suicidal, noble and foolhardy that only /he/ could have gone to answer it. And while he had sought her out, he had never gotten past the gates of the main house where he was politely, but firmly, turned away. After all, it is hard to find someone who does not want to be found.
He did leave her a letter, however. It said that he hoped she would get well soon (sickness being the reason she instructed the servants to give) and whether she would like to go out for ramen with him when he returned.
She had crumpled it up and thrown it to the wind.
She wanted to believe him.
So she will.
She wanted to tell him that, and more. But for now, she chose to keep the words to herself.
A thousand words which would not say out loud just yet, just as the tears welling up in her ghostly lavender eyes would never be shed.
Because she wanted to be strong, for herself, but most of all, for him.
Because her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very very high.
And she knew that he had long climbed over it.
Author's Ramblings: I borrowed that second-to-the-last line from W. Goldman's abridged version of The Princess Bride. Waaah. See what boredom could do to you? This is another impromptu little snip of a ficcie, typed directly from the PC of a computer rental shop. I'm into writing Hinata-centric stuff of late. She's my fave Naruto character, obviously.
Goodbye
Practically the entire village came out to see him off the day he left. They had gathered at the edge of the woods -- the teachers, the genins, all of his friends and comrades, even the Fifth Hokage herself.
But she, /she/ watched him from a distance as only she could, her deep blue hair swaying softly in the breeze from where she sat atop the tall cedar tree she had chosen as her outpost.
He still carried the pouch of medicine she had prepared as a parting gift, strung around the handle of the sack filled with other provisions -- mostly instant ramen -- and it swayed as he walked purposefully on, into the path that led up to the next mountain, where he would wander on and probably never come back until the leaves turn seven times red.
The sight of it gladdened her heart somewhat.
They never had a proper goodbye. She had never spoken to him since the day he announced his intent to go off on his own to aid a neighboring village far into the western lands. A mission so suicidal, noble and foolhardy that only /he/ could have gone to answer it. And while he had sought her out, he had never gotten past the gates of the main house where he was politely, but firmly, turned away. After all, it is hard to find someone who does not want to be found.
He did leave her a letter, however. It said that he hoped she would get well soon (sickness being the reason she instructed the servants to give) and whether she would like to go out for ramen with him when he returned.
She had crumpled it up and thrown it to the wind.
She wanted to believe him.
So she will.
She wanted to tell him that, and more. But for now, she chose to keep the words to herself.
A thousand words which would not say out loud just yet, just as the tears welling up in her ghostly lavender eyes would never be shed.
Because she wanted to be strong, for herself, but most of all, for him.
Because her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very very high.
And she knew that he had long climbed over it.
Author's Ramblings: I borrowed that second-to-the-last line from W. Goldman's abridged version of The Princess Bride. Waaah. See what boredom could do to you? This is another impromptu little snip of a ficcie, typed directly from the PC of a computer rental shop. I'm into writing Hinata-centric stuff of late. She's my fave Naruto character, obviously.