Um, I hope everyone likes it, it took me quite a bit to write it, so review but please don't be mean, I don't really like flames, or extremely 'constructive criticism'. Yeah, so, enjoy!

Oh, and for who it was, I want to leave it up to you guys, whatever pairing, or friendship pairing you like with Hinata is should work, it can be a guy or girl, but it's insinuated as a guy I think.

Thank you for reading in advance ^.^

Dawn. The sun was just barely making its way above the horizon. A soft breeze blew through her hair. Her. The one nobody acknowledged, the one who spent her whole life working for something she was never going to be given to begin with. Power. Love. Acceptance. No matter how much she had grown, nobody would ever notice. Her hair grew longer, her speech impediment was nearly gone, and her skill was higher than most. From soft-spoken and shy, to just quiet and thoughtful, a good leader in the making, but nobody would ever consider that. After all, her younger sister was next in line for power. Her younger sister that never showed any weakness. And to everyone else, that was Hyuuga Hinata. Weak.

She had the perfect view. High on a cliff, hidden behind a small series of trees. Nobody knew about this place. It fit her. Small, hidden, but offered so much more than it appeared. A place of solitary and refuge, the perfect place for her she thought, and the perfect way to complete her task this day. She continued writing on a sheet of paper grasped delicately in her hand. She gazed outward, looking at Konohagakure before her. She saw the smaller kids playing ninja, common citizens living their daily lives, even her team members training relentlessly, Aburame Shino and Inuzuka Kiba.

They didn't know she was here today, she doubted it would matter either, they were busy, she never mattered much to them either. Sure, there were times they helped each other, but ever since the academy it has been the same. Before she was put on a team with them, she never talked to them, not that Shino was much of a talker. They felt obligated to help her out, the poor weak little Hyuuga who couldn't take care of herself. Deep down, she knew, they resented her for that. Never able to go on higher class missions, always feeling as if she was their anchor, the only thing stopping them from going any further ahead. When she said she was going to get stronger, they never really took her seriously. They agreed to help, but not much. Eventually she graduated into training on her own. It helped her a lot more, when no one was judging or critiquing everything she did. No one was acting like her father when she was alone.

Her father, Hyuuga Hiashi. A man of honor, the face for the main branch of the Hyuuga household, the real man was of cold calculating brutality. When her mother died, Hinata was still young. She didn't know much, she never really had the state of mind to make the realization someone important to her was gone. She never knew how her mother died; she wasn't there, so she never could feel ultimately terrible about it either. Her father never mentioned it either. She felt as is her mother was there one day, and gone the next, she never really did have much of a connection to her, it was as if the day she died, Hinata's memories of her were all erased as well, so there was nothing to miss except her presence and face.

Not that Hinata ever told anyone this, but she has no recollection of that entire year of her life, she thought that maybe she didn't want to either. All she knew was after her mother had died; her father had become cruel and unhappy to her. He was never satisfied and constantly brought her down. It was not that Hanabi was better than her; in fact, Hanabi was never going to be better than her. Because she was the oldest child, her father constantly berated her and destroyed any confidence she had. She had always been far stronger than Hanabi (who due to the lack of her father's wrath, had been way more confident than her older sister), but was far too timid to stand up for herself enough to show him her true power. Although lacking confidence, Hinata had something far more valuable, skill. Her cousin Neji, the Hyuuga prodigy branch member, was probably the closest to ever finding out the potential Hinata had, but he never fathomed how much.

One of the best things about being quiet, Hinata thought, was that you become observant. She knew a lot about things people normally didn't know their selves.

She knew that Haruno Sakura had taken Uzumaki Naruto for granted when she was in love with Uchiha Sasuke in the academy, she just felt that he would always be there, making her feel better each time Sasuke would reject her. Hinata knew long before everyone else that Sakura had started falling for Naruto herself.

Hinata knew Sasuke's path of power and revenge would lead to him leaving the village, even going to people who were bound to try to kill him anyway. She knew about the massacre. She knew everything there was to know about it. She had seen it happening to Sasuke, had seen him run past her crying when she was picking flowers, she had figured it out later on. She saw him change, and saw his path, which is why she was the only one not surprised when she left the village. She was only worried about the boys going after him, even if she knew he would make sure they were okay, one way or another.

Hinata knew, despite his laziness and lack of motivation, Nara Shikamaru was incredibly intelligent, and was going to be an amazing leader and strategist when he got older. She knew that ever since he made friends with Akimichi Chouji, he found something in life he wanted to protect for once: his friendship, and nothing was going to keep him from doing so.

Hinata knew, she always knew, about Chouji's real powers, how even if he looked chubby or big or whatever anyone thought, there was a reason for it, it was his way or protecting and surviving, and no one can say they didn't admire that or anything else he could do. She personally thought Chouji and Shikamaru were born friends, even if their fathers seemed to have set that up.

Then there was Yamanaka Ino. She stood for a lot of things. Sakura's rival in love, Chouji and Shikamaru's teammate, and surprisingly, Hinata's best girl friend. Ino had her bad points, mainly letting herself become part of Sakura's childish games, but her good points were what made them become so close. Ino was competitive when she wanted something, but it was more for the fun of the competition than anything else. She believed in having fun with life. Something Hinata could only admire. Ino always felt as if she would never be better than Sakura, but it was untrue. It was not that she wasn't better, she was different; at least that was what Hinata always said. Ino was a fighter and a healer, someone you could train with. She was someone who was upbeat and helpful, and someone who Hinata could rely on. They were good for each other, Ino always said. The thought made Hinata feel guilty as her steady hand became shaky as she clutched the paper to her chest as she tried to breath deeply again. It worked and she continued to write again.

The Sand Siblings were a different story entirely. Kankurou was weird and perverted, but his aura suggested a man, maybe a big brotherly kind of guy, who would always protect his brother and sister, no matter what they did. Temari was flirtatious but had an icy kind of skill that made her seem scary at first. She seemed to be a bit on the girly side but was always able, always ready, for anything really. You could tell that as much as she fought with them, she loved her brothers dearly and hated when anything would happen to them.

Sabaku no Gaara, he was Hinata's favorite actually. Cold and misunderstood at first, a killing machine, but holding a deep sadness deep inside all on his own. After he had changed, he started coming to Konohagakure more often, much happier-to visit Naruto sometimes, mostly just for business. But he and Hinata had become friends. It was an unspoken, silent agreement between them. They understood each other, yet knew nothing about one another, and that was all that really mattered. Weird, people would say, but that was all they needed. It all would work out in the end as it was.

For some reason, this reminded her of Rock Lee and Tenten. Neji's teammates. Not really knowing anything about them, all she could think of was a squirrel and panda dancing on top of a crystal ball. Yeah, even Hinata had a sense of humor, could you guess who was what?

Reliving her memories once more was sad, yet happy experience to her. Her memories were all she had now, and now they were going to be lost. She finished up with the paper in her hand, signing her name in cursive, folding it up, and putting it into a small lavender envelope. A twig snapping was heard behind her and she turned around and stood up slowly, already knowing who it was.

"Hey"

"Hi"

"So what are you doing up here?"

"Finishing it"

"Finishing what?"

The question was ignored. Hinata gazed out as the sun was already at it's peak now. It could have been noon then.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, anything"

"Who do you think I am?"

"Well that's stupid, you are Hyuuga Hinata, Jounin-"

"I'm being serious"

"Well…You're someone who is strong, yet gentle….nice, always willing to help…sweet and pretty, yet still shy and modest…I—"

"Thank you. Please try to remember that."

"Wait, what? Hey watch what you're doing, the edge—Hinata?"

She turned towards the person behind her with tears streaming down her face but a content smile on her delicate features. The she turned back around and started for the edge.

"But…why?"

She jumped. Her eyes closed as she fell, tears still streaming down, and the smile still there, facing the person watching her with overwhelming grief.

"Because…The truth of the matter is…I'm not as strong as I thought I was…."

And then, she was gone, a drop with no chance of surviving, a single letter in an envelope left on the ground. The only thing left of her, holding every feeling and emotion and thought, her last moments, in letter form.

To: The only one who cared