Enough: Chapter 2

Standard Disclaimer

-Please keep in the note about everyone's characters. New circumstances call for changes in behavior.


Hinata's POV.

For Hinata, the library was her haven; it was her place- a place where she felt she belonged. The Konoha Central Library was very different from the Hyuuga Compound's private library. It held stories as much as it held histories, and as many fantasies as realities. The Hyuuga collection was merely a war room with scrolls on tactics, strategies, and battles.

Hinata pushed open the door to the library and inhaled, allowing the scent of printed ink and paper to fill her petite body. And for a fleeting moment, she thought she could smell the lavender of her mother's fragrant perfume as well. A small smile graced Hinata's features and she gently moved towards her favourite table. It stood in a sunlight corner that looked out towards the park. Hinata could look out at the trees when her eyes grew weary and the children when her heart grew heavy. But, the reason the table was her favourite had nothing to do with its location. It was simply because it had been her mother's favourite table. Hinata could vaguely remember being here with her mother, being read stories of great ninjas and of love that transcended time and village rivalries.

Drawing herself from her daydreams, Hinata pulled out her books as the library began to slowly fill up. People of all kinds came to the library; Academy students, jounins, and senseis, civilian recreational readers, everyone and anyone. And although Hinata was ashamed over her selfish feelings, she could not hide the little frown that passed her normally gentle features as she noticed the people around her. Even without her Byakuugan activated, Hinata could make out the genin writing obscenities in books, civilian girls gossiping in another corner, and a couple making out on top of a chair whilst scattering books everywhere. Hinata could only clench her fists as she looked around her to see people holding no respect for the place she considered her second home.

"-Disgusting." A soft voice started Hinata from her thoughts and even without her noticing, she had activated her Byakugan and bored into the Sharingan eyes of Uchiha Itachi.


Itachi's POV

"Itachi, try to smile a little, ne?" Itachi stiffened as his mother hugged him, whispering those words into his ear. Itachi's mother looked at him and with a smile, she shooed him off.

This certainly wasn't the first time Itachi had heard such remarks from his mother over the year. Itachi appreciated his mother's nagging. Without his mother, Itachi was sure he'd have been something akin to Danzo's idea of an ideal ninja. Emotionless. A Killer. His mother had taught him to be human.

Although his ninja training required him to keep a stoic appearance, Itachi was not as emotionless as others believed. He was merely …more controlled and introverted than others. As a growing child, his rare abilities as a shinobi limited his contact with other companions of his age group, which limited his ability to warm up to others from a young age. It was the price to pay for his "genius," as others named it.

Despite his geta*, Itachi's steps were noiseless on both the dirt streets of Konoha and the carpets of the Konoha Library. With Itachi's ever-present Sharingan, he could spot two open chairs in the library. He chose to sit by the window, noticing all the others in the befouling the library as he walked.

Upon arriving at the table, Itachi noted he had made a good choice. This particular Hyuuga was not only quiet, but respectful and less prone to….fanaticism. She wouldn't distract him from his studies with annoying habits or the same fawning the other girls of the village happened to enjoy. He took in her quaint figure and the little crease of her eyebrows with his sharingan and chuckled internally as he read her body language. She was as disgruntled with the others in the library as he was and must have thought it was disgusting.

When the Hyuuga turned around to face him, Itachi was internally embarrassed. He had lost control for a moment when he chuckled and had said the last word out loud.


Geta* - a wooden sandal that originated in China and permeated into Japanese society