Forbidden Love Chapter 2: Reaching out for his help, a naruto fanfic

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Naruto...

Chapter Two: Reaching out for his help...

Laying within the chocking silence of her room, the Hyuuga heiress tossed and turned against the sheets of her bed. Attempting to find a comfortable position as her thick blanket only served to weigh her down in this dazed state; trying to sleep with the summers torturing heat basking around her fragile body. Even with the nights fresh breeze blowing through her window, picking up her long flowing curtains in the process, it was still pretty warm for a nights atmosphere. Making slumber almost unachievable with such a surrounding temperature.

Soon, Hinata was able to fine relief, completely kicking off her blankets as she turned to face her window, letting the wind brush against her face as she laid there. Drifting off to a deep sleep that she had been deprived of not moments ago. That lovely lullaby, sung by the wondering existence of the darkness, soon put the Kunoichi into a deep slumber. Leaving behind a resting female, having only the moons iridescent glow to blanket her body for warmth. Oh how such a simple thing could heal all her ails, just by receiving a decent nights rest. If only it would last though. But, as with everything, dreams must come to an end at some point in time.

For within her state of rest, there were images of scattered memories being played out in a saddening sequence; something the female's subconscious put together without hesitation. One might call it a dream; but for others who know this all too well, Hinata, was indeed, having a nightmare. For in the state of abstraction, she could hear the weeping of a fragile soul; a broken girl whom everyone had forgotten, but where was it coming from? From where the Hyuuga was standing, nothing could be seen, nothing but the solid black of darkness creeping in around her timid form from every direction. Shadows were everywhere, consuming everything in sight and in mind; this giving the atmosphere a choking feeling that caused the Kunoichi's stomach to sink into a bottomless pit of despair. She could feel the hands of people she couldn't see, grasping at her clothing, jerking her and tugging at her form until she was nearly toppled over from the struggling. Though she couldn't see their faces, she could hear their taunting laughter. The female could feel their eyes boring into her soul, searching out every weakness she had to offer in order to extract that flaw and to use it against the maiden. Although she was screaming at the top of her lungs, nothing would surface. Her voice had abandoned her, for the second time it would seem, being replaced with an echoing silence that toyed with her emotions.

It was then when grasping hands had ceased, almost all at once. This making the female ninja trembling with fear as to why she couldn't understand what was happening. Everything felt so real, or was this real? She had felt like this almost her entire life, feeling the stern hand of her father tightening around her throat with every mistake she had ever made. Never had he laid a finger on her, but his words of failure were enough; they, themselves, served as that harness of shame. A shackle that retracts itself around her neck till there is no more air supply. That collar of guilt that is around her neck till this very day. She wanted to get out, she wanted to just turn and run; she didn't care where, she just needed to get out of this place. Her knees were already starting to buckle from underneath her form and her head was feeling as though she would pass out at any given moment. Though, her trembling body seemed to be made of stone, for it still wouldn't move.

As she stood there, tugging at the ends of her jacket in order to pull herself further into it's sleeves; as if trying to hide herself from the rest of the world, she heard the whimpering again. That crying that sounded so full of pain and against. Flicking her pale eyes around in the pitch black of nothingness, she had then spotted the source of the sobbing. It was her, Hinata had been that lost entity; crying out for someone, anyone to at least take a single glance in her direction. Her Kekkei Genkai orbs had fallen onto the image of herself laying on the ground just a few feet away from her. The body having a single light glowing around her form as to allow Hinata to see the girl, and only the girl. The Hyuuga could see herself clearly, being adorned in this beautiful white gown, yet it was so torn and ragged. As if there had a fight and she was forced into the middle of it all. Those hands, it must have been all those people grabbing at her; ripping and tearing at her flesh and clothing until there was nothing left behind but a scarred teenager and a thread bare dress that was clinging onto her body in tattered pieces.

Where she was lying on the ground, the bottom of the dressed perfectly belled out around her body; making it almost seem as though she was the princess in a fairy tail; though her crying made it perfectly clear that there was to be no happy ending for this female. Scratches and jagged cuts could be seen running down along her arms and wrists, some freshly bleeding while others seemed to already be scarring over to leave behind a reminder to the broken girl that she was worthless. An unwanted female whom was nothing more but a burden on anyone she had ever gotten close to. She had brought shame to her father, suffering to her cousin, and even brought annoyance to the Sunakagure male. What more could she possibly give, aside from her shattered heart that was now beyond all limits to be repaired. She was just a girl whom no one wanted, and she knew this; she knew this all too well.

Her lavender eyes filled with tears as the thoughts of loneliness filled her mind, looking on to the vision of herself; watching how the other side of herself would move to wrap her arms around her body tightly. Dropping a blood stained kunai to the floor that was residing in her right hand, only to cause a tiny splash of water to rise from it's sudden impact. The blade shimmered with the red and silver colors mixing together, having the blood take to the water filled surface in an attempt to spread itself out along the floor. Why hadn't Hianta noticed it before? She was standing in a pool of water while her counter self was lying in the consuming liquid, rocking back and forth while attempting to console herself within this world. But where did all this water come from? Then it struck her, this wasn't water at all, they were tears. The very tears that had stained her eyes each night she would cry herself to sleep. The tears that would be the only comfort she had during the long hours she would lock herself away in her room so no one could see her; so no one could answer her prayer of actually wanting to be noticed. Her cries for help going unheard, just like always.

Hinata knew that feeling, the expression on the other's face played out against her heart. She could see the lost gaze in her eyes, even with her hair falling down against her face, managing to hide every portion of her flawless skin, Hinata could still tell. She could feel the hurt inside, and was reaching out to herself with a trembling hand; wanting nothing more but to drop to her knees and take the weeping girl into her arms and embrace her tightly. Hold her until her cries ceased, even if it meant for all eternity, she wanted to stay at her side. At least then she wouldn't feel alone. Though, her actions paused as another figure then appeared from the shadows, having a dull light take shape around his tall form as he stood a few paces away from the broken side of Hinata that laid forgotten on the floor. Her vision of the male was starting out blurry at first, before the distorted image of her father slowly flashed into view. His back was turned to the side of her laying on the floor, in more of a shameful way then that of a simple cold shoulder; which was odd for family members to do towards each other. But it was Hyuuga Hiashi after all. The elder man was disgusted; not even being able to look his daughter in the eyes.

Extended on all sides simultaneously, nothing else surrounded the male, letting the both sides of the girl focus their full attention on the clan leader; which was making the situation a little more harder to swallow then need be. It was like the two were standing in a darkened room, filled with an ever lasting void of shadows. Of darkened pasts, memories, and current rejections. An abyss having unheard of experiences that would tear at a persons soul until there was nothing left but an empty shell. And then, an audio emitted, clinging to the air in a way to drown out the far off sound of that laughter at which tormented her soul. Hiashi's voice became clear, breaking the silence to shatter it into a thousand pieces while the tiny fragments pierced Hinata's heart.

"You are a burden to this clan Hinata. You're weak and are an embarrassment to your sister and I. You will never be good enough to call yourself a true Hyuuga...forever to be worthless no matter how hard you try."

You know, maybe those words wouldn't have hurt so bad if Hinata hadn't believed them to be true. Always afraid of disappointing her father while thinking that maybe it would have been better if Hanabi had been born first. And so, with tears trying to whelm in her eyes, and a heavy heart, the female parted her lips to speak on behalf of broken self; knowing good and well that there was no way the other side of her was able to bring words to her lips through her trembling actions. To try and apologize for what ever the cause had been for her father to be so currently disapproving over. She wanted nothing more then to have his praise, but what hurt the most was his rejection. Though, even now that she was speaking, trying to call out to him, nothing came out. Nothing at all. She was speaking, but there was no words being produced by her vocal cords. Nothing what so ever. No sound, no words, not even the slightest murmur escaped her lips. It was then when the shaken female realized that she had no voice once more. Yet again, her audio wouldn't surface, leaving the confused teenager there to only stare on at the unfolding show of agony.

Ignoring everything, her arm reached forward to touch the arm of the the broken side of her soul; pushing away any thoughts of the man whom seemed to have nothing more to say to her in such terms. All that was released from his lungs was an ire, mute reply. Once again, her body was frozen in it's current position; as if it was struck by fear of this place, in fear of everything around her including herself. There was nothing more that she could long for but to have her father at least once look at her approvingly. To do something in order to grab her father's attention that she had been neglected of for so long. The attention she has tried to achieve for more then half of her life. It wasn't long before the light surrounding the Hyuuga male started flickering before slowly fading away from the horrid atmosphere; leaving only the image of herself again as she started to reach for the kunai yet again. Shaking her head while trying to desperately grab the other's attention, another light managed to ripple into existence; showing none other then her lover. Sabaku no Gaara.

He on the other hand, was facing the shaking Kunoichi, glaring down to her with such distant eyes that almost seemed that there had been no feelings present for her what so ever. That he could care less whether or not she had taken the cold steal of that blade and ran the jagged edge along her pale wrist; finally ending her suffering once and for all. He stood there in a taunting manor, his lips making no notion to part while his arms remained crossed along his chest; just staring down at what she had become. His face remained emotionless and stern, uncaring before he had actually made the first movement in what seemed like an everlasting glitch in time. He flicked his eyes away from the weeping Hinata, though, instead of focusing upon the darkness that was dancing around their forms in deception; his eyes came to fall on the Hyuuga Heiress herself. This action causing the female's heart to momentarily skip a beat while her breath became caught in her throat. For so long, she had thought she was invisible inside of this world, and yet, he was looking directly at her. Those aquamarine eyes staring at her with so much hatred, daring her to actually walk over to her counterpart and grasp onto that knife; to make a move that no one ever thought she would. Gaara knew her, he could read her every thought and was able to acknowledge her every move before she even had the chance to follow through. Though, this time it seemed as though he was waiting for something. Something she couldn't understand or even figure out to actually be able to act upon his wishes. Was he asking her for something? Calling out to her for help the way she had been screaming for so long?

As these question pushed against her mind, the light around his body started to flicker, soon having nothing left to her lavender eyes while the light around herself vanished too. Once again leaving her stand in the darkness of her subconscious. All of a sudden, the sound of choking caught her attention, followed by a female scream which had sent chills down her body and spine. Sounds of splashing water was heard all around her, echoing against the shadows while other audio was permitted; sounding as if someone was choking. Drowning within the river of sorrow at which Hinata had cried. It was her, she was the one drowning; gasping for air, fighting for her life until she felt this hand grasp her ankle. Pulling her down into the watery depths until all air was cut off; leaving her desperate to reach out to grasp at nothing. Slowly becoming aware of her body loosing consciousness until...

Jerking her form up into a seated position from the state of slumber, the female panted out heavily; trying to catch her breath as her hand pushed back her drenched bangs. The teenager was covered in a cold sweat, obviously due to the tormenting visions of her mind. Blinking, she sighed heavily before looking out her said window, watching her white drapes being pushed and pulled buy the winds current as she sat alone in that room.

Apparently needing a better place to clear her mind then that of the inside of the clans compound, she sighed before standing. It was so stuffy in there, and she felt as though she needed to get out. Without changing her pajamas, the young Hyuuga quietly crept out of her quarters, pulling herself out of her window before making her way up to the roof. The only place it seemed that she could relax and forget such things; most of all, try to forget the haunting experience she had witnessed earlier that evening.

Laying down now, the girl looked up to the glistening sky, resting her hands on her stomach as her pupil-less eyes roamed the stars above her. The climate from that high up was a bit cooler, though the roof was still slightly warm with the summer days sun casting its warmth over the mansion all afternoon. Soon, Hinata started to focus on her breathing. Bringing in a deep inhale of oxygen, holding it for a few seconds before exhaling. The heiress was clearing her thoughts while meditating in a way. Laying there while her shoulders relaxed from all her worries. That is, until the voice of someone came forth from behind her resting form; breaking out amongst the night's atmosphere to grab her attention almost instantly.

"Hinata..."

(( A/N: So what do you think... shall I continue on or leave it there? ))