Special thanks to: HannahhBanannax3, Hinata Uzumaki-sama, and Unicornslove for reviewing, it means allot :)

Special thanks to: HannahhBanannax3, Hinata Uzumaki-sama, and Unicornslove for reviewing, it means allot :)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Naruto

The Power of Goodbye

Chapter Two

"WHERE ON EARTH HAVE YOU BEEN?" Hinata's father yelled in her ear as soon as she stepped inside.

Hinata immediately bowed her head, water droplets went flying all over the tile floor under her, but all of them were not just water.

"I-I-I am s-so sorry, fa-fa-father. It was not m-m-my place t-t-to go off l-like that." Hinata stuttered as she tried to explain.

"OH OF COURSE IT WAS NOT YOUR PLACE! Couldn't you have thought out what would happen if you just left? I thought that you would be home last night, so I decided to go to my meeting at 4:00, put when I came home, noooo, your own younger sister was sitting in the living room, all by herself!" Her father yelled as he scolded Hinata.

Hinata cringed at his words; she lowered her self ever farther.

"F-father, I-I didn't know th-th-that you had a meeting. I thought th-that it would be fine to go off for a few hours . . ." Hinata tried to explain, but it only made her father angrier.

"Liar!" He yelled "You went off for much more than 'a few hours'. How could you be so stupid?" He accused Hinata.

"I am sorry for being a disappointment father." Hinata added, hoping it would make her father less angry, to see that even she thought that she was a disappointment.

"Oh, you're much more than a 'disappointment'. You are the greatest disappointment of my life!" He countered.

Hinata just stood there. Her eyes tightly shut, as though she was trying to block out the soul cutting words from her father.

"Get . . . out . . . of . . . my . . . sight." He whispered to Hinata.

Hinata couldn't take it anymore, she walked out of the dinning room, and down the hallway to a door that was a light shade of lavender. She twisted the handle, walked in silently, and closed the door behind her. Her vision blurred again as she slumped herself on her air mattress. Hinata started to cry again, the tears finding their usually routes along her cheeks and onto her white pillow.

She was not crying because of Gaara, but because of her father. Sure, he had said extremely harsh stuff to her before, but nothing in comparison to this.

Her room was very small, about the size of a small walk-in-closet. This, in fact, is exactly what it was. Her room (if you could call it a room) had a back door, leading into the guest bed room. Her wall's were white washed, she has a small piece of wood with little holes to put her pens and pencils, she used it has her desk. All of her cloths (and she did not have many either) sat folded up on a shelf that ran up on the left wall. The thing that took up the most space was her bed. Well, it was not really a bed. It was a camping air mattress. Hinata didn't mind the small room and air mattress for a bed. As long as her father wasn't mad at her, her life was perfect.

Hinata cried silently in her room for another few hours. She thought it would be best to try and make it up to her father, so that he would not be mad at her as severely in the morning. Hinata picked up her alarm clock and set it to four in the morning (not like she needed and alarm clock, she usually got up at whatever time was necessary, which, she really enjoyed, because then the alarm doesn't have to go off and wake ever up).

Five seconds before the alarm sounded Hinata pushed the 'off' button. She smirked inside, about how close that was to a complete failure to keep this silent.

Hinata got dressed and quietly went to the bathroom to freshen up and brush her hair. After she was finished in the bathroom, we tiptoed quickly to the kitchen.

At six in the morning, a wonderful, enticing aroma filled the house.

"Finally, I'm done" Hinata thought as she finished setting the table for breakfast.

"Hinabi, what a wonderful smell, I think someone deserves--" Hinata's father walked in. All the anger was gone from the night before. But as soon as his eyes shifted to where Hinata stood, most of it came back.

"I-I-I made you b-b-breakfast, father. I hope you l-l-like it." Hinata stuttered as she once again she bowed.

"I see." He said coldly as he sat down at the table.

"I already m-m-made Hinabi's lunch for her a-a-art class this afternoon, it's in th-th-the oven keeping warm." Hinata tried to explain.

"Alright. Hinata, get me my morning coffee, please." He said as he started on the sausages that Hinata made.

Hinata walked over to the coffee pot, which she previously brewed when she was making breakfast. She pulled out a big mug out from the cabinet over the coffee pot, and poured her father some. The stream rose off of it and warmed her cold hands. Hinata walked back, handed her father the coffee, bowed and walked over to the door.

"I'm going for a walk, father." Hinata said over her shoulder

"Yes, yes, of course." He said, half listening to what she said as he was reading the morning news paper.

Hinata walked out of the house, and started to jog around the house and onto the sidewalk. Hinata liked being alone. It helped her to think strait if she was upset or angry.

"Well . . . that went better than I expected." Hinata thought as she passed a man walking his dog.

Hinata thought that he would have, once again, exploded like he did last night.

"As long as he is not mad, I will be fine." She reassured herself. Hinata slowed her pace to a walk. Hinata looked up, the sky was a nice orange mixed with pink. Each cloud had a little silver lining to them, even in the early dawn. Hinata smiled to herself.

"The sky seems to tell me my life. Whenever I am upset, the day is very cloudy, but when I am happy, the sky is nice ." Hinata thought. And when she remembered the last time the sky was grey and cloudy, she remembered Gaara. How was she going to face him and Sakura tomorrow? Hinata became frightened again.

"Remember, if I was never destined to be with Gaara, then that's the way it is supposed to be." Hinata thought to herself as a single tear ran across her cheek and down her neck.

"Maybe the only way to solve this pain, is to find someone else . . . then again, he trick might just be time itself, for they say time can heal any wound." Hinata thought as she checked her watch. It was 7:30. Hinata spun on her heals in mid step, and walked in the way she came.

By the time she got back to her house, it was 8:25. Her father had already left to take her younger sister, Hinabi, to her art class, so she had the whole house to herself for a few hours.

"I wonder what needs to be done." Hinata thought as her eyes shifted to the breakfast table. All of the dishes were still there. Hinata sighed as she started to fill the sink with hot, soapy water.

When all of the dished were washed and put away, Hinata started to sweep the floor.

"I do hope that time can heal this big of a wound, I wonder if I will ever be then same." Hinata thought as she dumped all the dirt and other stuff into the garbage bin. "I still can't believe that the man I thought loved me, doesn't, and he used me to get my best friend . . . I hope that he doesn't use Sakura, like he did me. She gets really mad when things like that happen." Hinata thought. She was referring to when Sasuke pretended to really like Sakura, and that's what Sakura wanted. But in reality, he was only dared to by his older brother, Itachi, to pretend to like Sakura. When Sakura found out. She went berserk. She even gave Sasuke a giant scar across his back from being thrown against the wall, chairs and desks. Sakura and Hinata still joke about it. They say things like.

"AND, I even messed up his chicken-butted hair, now it looks like a duck's butt!"

"I think it's an improvement. But if only I could have smacked him harder. He could have had the same 'good looks' as Michael Jackson."

Sakura really enjoyed hurting him as much as possible, and Hinata went along with it. It was actually quite fun to help your best friend gain their confidence back. Even if you are being rude to the one who took away their confidence.

But Hinata couldn't bring herself to be the one hurting Gaara. Even though his love was fake. She still loved him, and thought it would be wrong to do anything to him. And, it was Sakura that she chose, and she didn't want to hurt Sakura either.

"It's best to just let them be." Hinata thought as she sat down on the light chocolate color couch. Hinata reached into her bag and pulled out her book, "The Hobbit" She was almost done, too. So far, Hinata discovered that she was one of the very, very few in her school, to have actually been so close to finishing. All the other students that tried ended up closing the book half-way and started to read something else. Hinata opened her book and pulled out her book mark and started to read.

"Fools!" said Bard. "Why waste words and wrath on those unhappy creatures? . . .(1)

So, I hope that you liked it, and sorry if I gave away anything in "The Hobbit". Please, Please, Please review, I live off of peoples comments :) If you have any idea on how this should go PM me, it would be really helpful

Yours Truly,

Gingerleaves

(1)Page 240, The Hobbit, by J.R.R Tolkien