*sigh* I still don't own any of the Naruto characters...a girl can dream, can't she?

Just slap me if the characters get oc'ish. I'm trying to keep them in character! So just slap if they get out of character. Don't hesitate!

Hinata's character is being harder than Sasuke's, though. I believe she may have been out of character from the beginning but it's so dang hard to tell!

Yikes, don't kill me! Enjoy.

Chapter 2

Hinata looked down at her hands. She hadn't realized that they were shaking. She slowly went over and picked up her bag before walking home, hoping that Naruto would be fine. Stop worrying, she told herself.

When she got home she got a long tirade from her father. He told her how she did not deserve to be the oldest daughter and that she put the whole clan to shame. That she was better off never have been born. Hinata lowered her head through it all as her eyes longed to cry. She would not lower to that, though. She would not cry in front of her father like she had already done so many times.

"Get out of my sight," her father finally said. Hinata rushed to her feet and left the room as swiftly as her feet would carry her. Once she shut the door to her room she started to sob. She plunged herself down onto her bed and let the tears run down her face. She reached for her journal from her bag but was stunned when she couldn't find it.

"Where could I have left it?" Hinata thought aloud. Her mind wandered across the paths she took that day. The last time she had it was in the park. Then—she left it in the park! It must have fallen out of her bag when she threw it to the ground. Hinata bit her lip. She couldn't get out of the house now. Her father would have her head—quite literally.

"I'll have to get it tomorrow," Hinata said. She prayed it would still be there and in one piece. She felt horrid. She lost the journal her mother gave to her. One of the only reminders she had of her mother. I'm sorry, Mom. I miss you.

Sasuke was pissed—beyond pissed. He was livid. Naruto had nicked his shoulder and blood was pouring out like there was no freaken tomorrow. Sasuke dragged his feet as he walked to his house. It was dark now and still raining. His anger shifted to the rain. Stupid, insignificant precipitation!

Sasuke's foot met something hard and if flew a few feet in the air before hitting the ground. He mumbled a few curse words under his breath before reaching down and grabbing whatever he had just kicked—going to throw it. That was until he noticed how oddly shaped it was. A book, he presumed. Who the heck leaves a book in the middle of a god forsaken park?

It was soggy and Sasuke didn't no what to do with it. So he held the thing as he walked home. When he did get home he was a dripping mess. He stepped in the front door and slid out of his wet clothes before going to his room to get dry ones.

"I hate this place," Sasuke groaned as he walked back into the entrance room. He looked at the sobbing wet clothing and sighed before picking them up. He would never admit that he was a bit of a clean freak.

He came back with a mop to pick up the water on the ground but noticed a small, wet book. Oh, that, he thought as he bent down to pick it up. He left the mop in the entrance as he walked into the sitting room and opened the booklet. It was soaked, but still readable. The hand writing was unlike any he had ever seen.

March 30th

Mommy,

I found this journal under my bed. I forgot you gave it to me for my birthday. I miss you really really really really really badly, mommy. Daddy hasn't been the same since you…went bye-bye. I think he misses you too, but won't say it out loud. My little sister is so cute! You would have loved to see her. I want you to come back. Can you come back for me? Can you come and take me with you? I don't like it here anymore. If you can't pick me up then that's okay. Just don't forget about me, okay? I love you. =)

See you soon!

Your daughter

Sasuke stared at it. Weird, he thought as he looked at it over and over again. Who would have written this? He noticed it could have been anyone's. Well, narrowing out adults. It must have a young child—a girl child. Curiosity winning, Sasuke decided to go to the next page.

July 3d

Mommy,

My lip is bleeding. Daddy said I needed to train more because I am horrible. Then he took me outside and said he was training me. But he hurt me. I think he is just trying to help me be a good future clan head, but it still hurts! I want to be a strong ninja like you and Neji and Daddy and grama and grampa and the hokage and the elders and all the other cool ninja. Oh and Naruto. I want daddy to be proud of me. Where ever you are will you pray for me? You can wish before blowing a dandelion! I am also going to read lots and lots and lots of books so that I can be a really smart ninja! I can get really good grades in the academy and become a genin early! Do you think then daddy would be proud of me?

Don't forget!

Your daughter

This is depressing, Sasuke thought after reading it. He almost felt sorry for the kid—almost being the key word. He shut the book and stood to make himself dinner. As he was cooking he couldn't help but let his thoughts drift back to the diary or whatever it was. The girl had said journal, he remember.

So far he knew that it was a young girl, whose mother had gone away. She had a little sister and was the heir to a clan. He also recognized the names Neji and Naruto. Perhaps childhood friends. He could ask them tomorrow. Sasuke stopped the thought. Why bother asking them? He was being ridiculous. He would just put the journal back where he had found it and who ever lost it would go looking for it. Simple as that.

Sasuke was utterly horrible at lying to himself. After eating his dinner he went back to the sitting room and opened the journal again.

October 19th

Mommy,

The academy is nice, but no one seems to like me. I think it is because I'm shy. I just feel like they don't understand me and it's weird to talk to them. There's this really cute boy here. All the girls like him, though. So I've decided not to like him. I can't be like everyone else. I have to better. That's what daddy says. So I am going to study and not waste time on guys. I need help with throwing shuriken. I would ask dad but every time he trains me I get hurt because he gets angry with me. It scares me. Maybe I can find a training partner! That would be so fun!

Miss you a lot, Mommy,

Your daughter

Now Sasuke knew she had an abusive father. That's so f***ing wrong, he thought to himself. He sighed. He decided to go to the academy tomorrow and see if he could find someone under the description.