The small fly skittered over her skin, curious. The sun's light almost touched her, reaching into the small cave, but the shadows cradled her with a gentle lullaby. Her leg twitched softly, and the fly jumped to her rosy cheek.

"Nnnggg…" She mumbled, swatting at the fly with her hand. Her eyelids slowly unglued themselves, looking towards the golden sand of the beach. She closed her eyes and then reopened them, her brain slowly turning on. Images began to register in her mind, colors noted, sounds picked up.

She stretched out her warm, naked body, shaking off a bit of dry sand from her pale skin. Her foot touched something lightly damp. Hinata reached for it, arching her back, and picked up the white shorts. They were slightly damp, covered in sand and also slightly dirty.

'I should dry my clothes.' Her thought simply, not wishing to have to wear damp clothes.

She tossed the shorts over the caution tape and onto sun baked sand, and then began searching for her shirt. The light made the interior of the small cave a little easier to see within, and she spotted the shirt a few feet deeper into it. a dark mass among darkened sand. She tossed that, however it hit and hung upon the caution tape.

Her body felt sore and weak, and her eyes heavy. "I'm so… tired."

Curling up in a ball in the shadows, Hinata fell back to sleep, distant voices and crashing waves the serene symphony that coaxed her into it.

"Hinata-chan, let's make a sand castle!" The little boy said with a smile, holding out a bright yellow plastic shovel and red pail. His eyes sparkled like the mid day ocean.

"I can't…" She mumbled softly, a bright pink blush dancing upon her pale cheeks. "I'd accidentally break it, I'm too clumsy."

"Nah, Hinata-chan's a girl. Girls can't destroy things as easily as boys, says my daddy, when I break things and I try to blame it on my baby sister Naruko." He grinned, his chubby face wrinkling in such a way that it almost looked like he had whiskers.

"…If your father says so, I guess he's right…"

The sound of the roaring ocean increased tenfold, the screeches of seagulls louder than ever, and the chatter of happy beachgoers became increasing overbearing…

Loud, ear splitting noises filled the air. Silence.

Screams.

Yelling, shouting, chaos spreading like a diseases. The ear splitting noises kept filling the air.

People fell. Some got up, but most did not.

And yet, it was not scary. For the little Hinata, this was not scary.

"Unnnnng." she moaned softly, shifting her head. Hinata opened her bleary eyes, a pounding head ache dulling her senses. She could vaguely remember the dream, but it was quickly being forgotten, like sand slowly slipping through the cracks of a fist. Within moments, she could remember none of it.

"Fuuu…" She groaned, her stomach erupting into hungry growls. Her mouth was also dry. Hinata could not deny hunger nor thirst, and it had jerked her from her dreams angrily. She shifted upwards, eyes slowly focusing. She felt around her, before pushing off the ground with her arms to get up. Hinata stumbled a bit, but caught herself.

Grabbing at her shirt that hung from the caution tape, she took a peek outside. It was a late afternoon and few people populated the beach. Naked, Hinata blushed a bit, although she could not remember why being naked was so embarrassing. She retreated back into the darkness, a barely even damp shirt in her hands. She put it on, and felt herself no longer exposed. Daringly, she stepped out and ducked under the caution tape, and grabbed her shorts, which had been overlooked by beach goers. Hinata stepped into them, and was happy that her shorts were both opaque and dry.

"My mouth is dry and my belly keeps hurting…?" She murmured to herself. Hunger struck her bad, and thirst left her voice almost a whisper. Hinata wandered down the beach, passing couples and families. Everyone was watching the sun set, It had only just begun, and light blue faded into a small bit of orange framing the sun. If she had the interest or time to spare, most likely she would have loved its subtle romanticness. However, she was too preoccupied with her body's call for nourishment.

Walking, walking. She kept walking. Down the beach she went, until she found concrete steps on the side that intertwined with stone and lead upwards. It was an obvious man made path, and she stepped up it eagerly. The world she stood on level with became below her, and the land above her became the land she stood on. Cars passed meters away on a road with wilderness framing the back, while other metal monsters laid stationary in this place. It was a parking lot, but that was not something she would be able to remember,

The queer man-made contraptions garnered much of her innocent curiosity, not unlike an animal from the wilderness introduced to an urban area. Hinata's pale eyes fixated upon a shiny blue car, and had she not been interrupted by a loud growl of the stomach, she most likely would have investigated further.

"It…it hurts…" She grumbled, face paling, Hinata was dealing with the confusion of only remembering some things, and this brought stress upon her mind. She panicked over her stomach, feeling as if her insides were turning and gurgling painfully.

She stumbled, almost blindly, forward. Her weary feet dragged along, and her world was dizzy. Hinata's foot caught on a rock and her tired body tumbled onto the side of the road. "It hurts… it stings… why is my mouth so dusty…?"

Hinata heard only the screeching of brakes coming to a halt maybe ten feet away from her. She tensed, but the car had stopped.

"Are you alright?" Came a distant but close voice. It was familiar but foreign.

"Tired…it hurts…" She softly muttered.

She felt her body, limp like a rag doll, shift. Hinata had fallen on her face, although her arms slightly broke her fall.

"Are you alright…" The voice paused. Hinata's eyes fluttered. It was… familiar. "…you have Hyuuga eyes…what happened?"

"My mouth… dry… my stomach makes noises and hurts…" She felt her body scooped up into someone's firm arms. But who?

Her stomach growled angrily.

"I'm going to take you to my home because you seem to just need some food and water. Is that alright? Or would you like to go to a hospital?" He asked.

'No, no, not the hospital… not again.' Her head shouted. She could not remember this hospital, but her own voice spoke against it in her dreams. "N-no, no hospital…"

And with that phrase, Hinata Hyuuga passed out in the hands of Kakashi Hatake.


...still have no idea where im going with this, but the word count should increase and plot thicken now that the painful part is done. =)