(Forcefully) Hinata and the Story of Life
No. Eyes widened, tears dominating and distorting my face from a sixteen year old girl into a pathetic child who had no idea what to do, a strangled chuckle that was quite the opposite of humor, I let my knees buckle and I let my body collapse into their awaiting arms, not caring about the onlookers and their glances of pity that seemed to attack me from a three-hundred-sixty degree angle.
It had been seconds, upon minutes, upon half-hours, well, you can see that it was awhile obviously. Anyway, it had been awhile where I sat in their embraces and gazes of pure friendship that I had been lucky enough to be under the caressing light of them for years. Finally, my demon tears reduced to quiet and smooth sniffles, I looked up, rubbing my eyes, and fixing my hair as if I did not just have a complete freak out.
"Oh Hina…" One of my closest friends, Sakura, began, her green eyes that seemed as wild and untamed as a natural forest and pink hair that was although unnatural, also somehow quite fitting to her personality and looks, "I can't believe your father has decided to uproot your family again! Didn't he say that it was permanent that the Hyuugas family would stay still in New York?"
To explain, my father, who had worked and built up his father's business: Bya's Eyewear and Fashion Incorporated. It was a multi-billion dollar production that had peaked to an international level, which at times had its own special benefits, but then there was also a mountain full of quirks… But, the point is, after years of my childhood being spent traveling sporadically in a gypsy-like fashion to start building B.E.a.F.I across the eastern coast, we'd been everywhere from Maryland, Maine, Rhode Island, Connecticut, Massachusetts, you name any state and I could give you our old address. But, as it grew tiring, I mean, it even fell into the pattern, where I gave up on making friends entirely because I knew within a few months we'd be miles away and I'd be just another memory to them, the family made the decision to set up mainly in New York City.
What could I say? Since we moved here when I was at the fresh age of ten years old, I fell in love with this city, this state. Everything about it, from the shows, to restaurants, to the parks, and even how it seemed to just have a portion of everything anyone would ever need. But, the thing I hold dearest to my heart and closest to me are the people. Oh, how, they had done so much for me, they aided and fought while defending me from a stuttering ten year old girl who sat at the back to a head strong leader, with confidence and poise to hold her head high enough that I could put my head in the clouds, but my feet, well, they're still firmly on the ground.
"He decided that because we're so big here, in the east, that we should try our luck in Beverly Hills and plant the business in the West." I explained with my eyes downcast, too afraid if they met her forest eyes that they would soon drown in tears.
"Woah-woah-woah WAIT!" My other close friend, Haku, said with flailing hands and jumping next to me, "The Beverly Hills with sexy-even-if-it's-due-to-THAT-nose-job-but-I'm-still-just-that-fine-people-that-are-freaking-EVERYWHERE BEVERLY HILLS?!"
That's all it took, hands quivering, I started giggling which soon fell into large rounds of laughing hysterically when my lavender swung to his wide hazel eyes and mouth that probably made a dent by the rate at which I fell. Then, all the laughter was killed, we all looked at each other, the silence practically screaming that our time together was over. I looked from Sakura, to Haku, to Shikamaru, to Chouji and to Kiba and Shino. With tears blurring into our eyes, we pushed together for one last time before my time and life in New York City was gone.
The day of my departure to California came to me faster than a cougar leaping for its prey, for your information: I was the prey. Our closely knit group stood in a tragic circle in the airport, our thoughts of being inseparable long abandoned, it was perhaps one of the dreariest scenes, I could almost feel the rain drops of the figurative cloud hanging over our heads, a storm threatening to flood at any second. Then, they started to pull away, I looked at them curiously as along with their sadness, their seemed to be speckles and dashes of the spice known as mischievousness glinting in their eyes.
"Hina," Kiba cooed in a sad little sing-song way, "we got a little something something for yah, so you won't forget us mere New Yorkers." He finished with transformed big brunette puppy dog eyes and a sly grin, with a sly grin of my own, I punched him lightly,
"Oh, c'mon guys," I began, with a little tone of whining in it, "You don'-
"Cut the oh-it-isn't-necessary crap, Hina!" Sakura began.
"Yeah! We wanted to and did." Chouji replied enthusiastically with nothing but agreement towards the pink-haired girl standing next to him.
"It wasn't that troublesome…" Shikamaru even piped in from his seat on the floor, I couldn't help but giggle at the boy's laziness.
"Now, I believe, Shino has the gift for you." Sakura said slyly, I rolled my eyes in annoyance, there was old Sakura, the only thing that could ever annoy me about that girl was that she always tried to pair me up with people who I didn't exactly like in that way just on the basis that "we'd look cute together". Without my regard, Shino grabbed my arm gently while Kiba from behind masked my face with his chapped rough hands, and soon that brief moment of darkness was killed when he removed his hands to reveal a silver charm bracelet laying peacefully on my pale hands. I gasped as my fingers traced over the charms,
"Look!" Sakura pointed out, "Each charm is a symbol to remember us by." A smile flourishing on my porcelin face and on my pale rosy lips, I silently figured out which symbol represent which one of my friends.
Deer. That one was definitely Shikamaru because of the fact that not only was the deer his favorite animal, but his whole family developed remedies from deer antlers.
Cherry blossom. Oh, Sakura all the way, I knew that she held much pride for her Japanese heritage.
Butterfly. My eyes slightly watered as my mind dove back to the butterfly festival where I met Shino, I remembered he taught me all about them the summer when I was ten.
Snowflake. Ah yes, Haku, the boy who laughed his head off when I convinced myself that my death would be ice skating related the year he tried to teach me.
Swirls. My mind recognized Chouji's seal of swirls that he got boldly tattooed on his face one fateful year at a music festival, I can still remember him whining to me about the ten consecutive groundings.
Dog. I lightly let myself giggle knowing it was Kiba's doing from his obsession with his family industry of veterinary practice.
"Awww, you guys, I-I love you." I finished meekly as tears finally managed to win the battle and then took conquest over my face. We all gathered together and we cried, hugged, and swore to never forget. Then in the distance, my father's unmistakable voice screamed to me,
"OUR PLANE IS BEGINNING TO BOARD, IT'S TIME TO LEAVE!"
With one last longing look, I waved to my friends, eyes bleared, I bravely yelled:
"R-remember me!"
And I didn't turn back, I knew if I did, I would refuse to leave.
End Chapter…
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