Hello everyone. This little story is meant to be focused on Hinata's and Sakura's feelings regarding the boys they love and each other as, somewhat rivals, I guess you could call it. Also, this is my very first story. I'm just testing the waters a bit with my writing. Reviews are honestly appreciated, whether they are helpful criticism or compliments. I hope to get some of both. Well, onto the story and I hope you enjoy it. *Also a little side note, Sakura will not be introduced until the next chapter.
Chapter 1: What Can I Say?
"Oi Hinata!" The blue haired kunoichi looked up to see a very large Akamaru rushing towards her with a frantic looking Kiba on his back.
"Hinata, what the hell happened to you? Akamaru could smell your blood as soon as you entered the village!" Said dog began to sniff and lick the bloodied gash extending from the kunoichi's elbow to her shoulder.
"Kiba, please calm down. I am a ninja after all. I'm bound to return from a mission with injuries from time to time." Hinata held her head up high, and even though the injury was much more than a bee sting, she tried her best to ignore the pain. It's true, she was a shy girl by nature, but through the years she gained confidence in her abilities and her worth. Along with those nervous glances she would cast, her constant stuttering was also thrown out the window. However, she was still the gentle, kind ninja she'd always been, and Kiba not only knew it, but was thankful for it. To him Hinata was not just a team mate or a comrade. He loved her, but as a best friend who he could trust with anything. Hinata was not one to start gossip or go around telling secrets, and he –as well as Akamaru- admired that about her. And this made him care for her all the more.
"Hinata, that gash is huge. It looks like someone tried to bite your arm off. Plus, you're looking paler than usual, which is really saying something. We've gotta get you to the hospital before you lose any more blood."
"Kiba, you're over reacting. I can patch myself up."
"Hinata, we are not leaving here until you get on Akamaru and let us take you to the hospital." Kiba knew he was being… a bit much… but he couldn't help but be worried about his friend. Of course, he acknowledged that Hinata was strong and could hold her own in battle. But, he still remembers the old Hinata, the girl who didn't believe in herself, who spoke so softly sometimes it was hard to hear her. He remembers the girl who believed she was useless because of not being able to live up to her father's expectations, and being hated by her cousin. And back then, he felt that it was his job to watch out for her, to give her reassurance and confidence, and to try his best to make sure she was unharmed, both emotionally and physically. And, well, what could he say – old habits die hard.
Hinata knew all of this about Kiba. She watched him look out for her over and over again. She knew his intentions towards her were good, so good that she even tried to see if she could possibly, just maybe, love him. She knew that Kiba didn't love her like that but she had a feeling that if she gave him all she could offer, well, he just might welcome her with open arms. But whenever she closed her eyes, all she could see was a flash of yellow, wild hair and the most ridiculous, broad smile ever. Well, what could she say – you can't choose who you love.
Being unable to resist Akamaru's whining and pleading, she reluctantly hoisted herself on top of him as Kiba wore a smile of triumph and rushed her to the hospital. Hinata was quite enjoying their little journey, with the wind blowing through her long locks, making them appear as deep blue waves crashing together on a stormy night. But she couldn't help but keep one thought from going through her mind. She really hoped she wouldn't have a run in with her.
I would just like to thank those of you who spared some of your time to read the first chapter of my story. It really does mean a lot to me. If you have any criticism or comments in general then please review, I would really appreciate it. Until next time.