Author's Notes:

Hinata is a healer, dedicated only to the Hyuuga Clan. She was bred, locked up so no other clan can benefit from her rather special ability – ability to heal, double another's ki, and in exchange for her own, resuscitate the dead.

Yes, it's a new story, despite the fact that I still have a few pending stories out there

I am sorry!

Disclaimer:

This hurts to say every time. Every darn time! I do not own Naruto.

The Healer

By Boyarina

Chapter 1: His Secret

Neji Hyuuga kept it as a highly classified information. At the age of 11, he felt that between him and his timid cousin, there are already way too many heads bearing the Secret-that-should-be-kept-for-now.

Not that it would be kept for long. In about a year from now, once Hinata turns 10, she and Hanabi will undergo a purification ceremony that would force the secret out to be revealed. For the time being while they are in limbo (until this grand event happens) Neji will make every opportunity alone with Hinata count.

Yes, yes, indeed he is taking advantage of her, but not entirely according to the traditional sense of the phrase. He is merely utilizing to the fullest the accidental discovery both he and Hinata made that fateful day in the play ground. He had needed her (although he was ignorant yet of this fact at that point in time) and she did not hold back in giving him what needed.

The climax wasn't anything that he expected. She moved with agility of someone who had done it before. Hands roving through the length of his form, Hinata had not taken heed of his writhing form and concentrated in finding his release.

He was in a state of insurmountable amount of pain. Broken wrist, twisted legs, face half-smashed (on account of his foolish need to show off) Hinata, she…

… placed him back together again; as though some human jigsaw puzzle.

His eyes had grown wide as saucers while she performed this miracle (he had only heard of this ability from his father, but had yet to see it on his own). She sang softly the whole time she was tendering his wounds, like no extra ordinary act is being staged. He had wanted to back away from her – he was rather flabbergasted and his first thought was to run and tell someone.

He would have done exactly that if she had not leaned forward and breathed into his mouth. Searching her eyes, he started to uncomprehendingly mumble (very uncharacteristic of him, mind you), "Wha—wha…"

Hinata, unassuming child that she is, sat back and deemed to look apologetic.

"I- I did it to a butterfly… I didn't know… I was afraid that you…" She gestured around her, "There isn't anyone here I thought…"

Neji waved his hands, signaling for her to stop. After he had filled his lungs with what she had him inhale, he felt heady, like he can take on anything.

"That was…" Neji quelled the sudden urge to grin. "Fantastic."

Having no such restrictions, Hinata retaliated with a beaming smile, "For you onii-sama."