How to read this: Italics= Hinata's Thoughts
Regular Font= Third Person
INTRO:
Snow whipped across my flushed face; my violet hair tossed about by the winter wind. Every inch of my body drenched with the season's worst. Inhaling, I smelt smoke exerting from a nearby chimney. Making my way down the hill, the home came into appearance. It seemed like such a warm and happy place to preside. Two dogs and a blond child play merrily in the icy field. While a dark haired, green eyed teenager watched in displeasure. His disposition made the temperature seem blistering. Perhaps that's why he could withstand such a horrible atmosphere. Inside me nervousness rose up to my chest, as I approached the home. With each step in the snow, I found my eyes lingering on the male. He appeared so much like his father: the blank expression, the stern posture, and the demanding deep voice by which he spoke. Tears welled in my eyes as the sensation of blood soon enveloped my bitter corpse. Screams echoed in my head of the anguish Sasuke went through. His last words were echoing out for his child and his beloved Sakura. I feel so sullied, knowing that I completed the final blow. Today I mean to atone with my servitude.
Before she could stop herself, Hinata was bowing at the young mans feet. Confused the boy stared down at her. Softy the woman spoke her name and his face cringed. Hurriedly he stormed off to the house, with Hyuga close behind. Inside aromas of ramen and curry filled their nostrils. Warmth melted the outside air causing the teen's muscles to relax. Loudly he growled out, "Hokage!" before leaning against a wall. Griping Naruto appeared from the kitchen with a bowl of noodles in hand.
"What's wrong?" He asked, slurping up some of his food.
"Why is she here?"
"Who…oh you've made it Hinata, take a seat relax."
Obediently, the woman sat down on the heated floor. Hinata could sense something about to erupt in the home. This caused her to pull on her tattered pants legs.
"Well old man? Why is that bitch in my home—"
"Hey watch your mouth, Saku!" Naruto retorted strongly, sitting his meal on the coffee table. "She was released and needs work and a place to stay."
"Why here, she desecrates my father's home with her presence!" Saku growled kicking the bowl of ramen on Hinata.
It was then when I realized how foolish my dream was. Retribution can only come about by the spilling of my blood. That is written deep within Uchiha Saku's emerald eyes. Grasping my withered shirt, I hoped to control my pounding heart. There was something I yearned to say. Something that I wanted to use like cheap adhesive but, I knew it wasn't the right time. For now I give this beautiful spirit of death my life. When I looked up, I noticed the Hokage shift his weight toward Sasuke. One punch sent blood to the blonde child's dress. Loudly she screamed and ducked in the corner. Crying I attempted to pull Naruto off his adopted son.
