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Chapter 3: ~Regrets of a Sister~
That bastard.
That insecure, ignorant little bastard.
How dare he mess over my big sister like she was just some common street walker? She was probably the best thing that happened to him and he screwed her over, both literally and figuratively. He should be grateful that someone of her standing even took an interest in him and not kick him away like some diseased puppy. She could have bestowed her heart on anyone, but instead she gave her entire heart to him and just like the clumsy idiot he is he broke it, no shattered it like a crystal vase.
Not only did he shatter her heart, oh no, he had to leave behind evidence of the time that was spent together with her. A baby. What a big mess he created. Now it's up to me to pick up the pieces and put them back together again. A task that will take more than some super glue and even then its going to be a pretty sloppy job.
That bastard.
However I suppose it isn't entirely his fault. She is at fault as well to be honest. She had an idea of the kind of relationship that she was in and yet never ended it, now look at her.
I should have been a more active sister as well and told her what I thought about this whole thing. She most likely won't have taken it to heart and it would have caused a rip in our relationship, but I would have felt better if she knew my standing on the matter.
Well it's obviously too late to think of all the things I should have done, now I can only think about the things the will be done. We have things to be done and only a short time in which to do them. Father will must likely decided to check up on Hinata because of her absence at the party, but hopefully Hinata will be gone before he decides to check on her. Therefore my part of the plan involves me keeping Father occupied for as long as possible.
I can still remember when it was her who was the one wiping away my tears because some boy had broken my heart or was making harsh comments about me. Now that the roles are reversed I can see just how much of a great sister I had, for her to have simply sat there and comfort me and not run off to cause bodily harm to the person who made me shed those tears was a miracle (but then again Hinata had always had a soft heart). For me to hear the woman that wasn't only a sister but a mother figure to me as well cry out her heart was painful.
She told me of how she found him and his pink-haired mistress in the hospital room where Naruto was supposed to be recovering after his latest mission. She had heard that he was back and went to go take him some flowers and ramen. She had brought the flowers for their fragrance ("He was always complaining about the hospital's smell." she said) and the ramen was to cheer him up because he didn't like hospital food ("He always complained that it tasted just like the ration bars they give you to eat on mission." she said). She said that she was thinking of confessing to Naruto her feelings and worries about him and Sakura so that he could give her his smile that seemed to light up the world and tell her that her worries were simply paranoia, that she was stressing over absolutely nothing.
Well, needless to say that discussion never came along. It didn't have to because she got her answer when she heard the moaning coming from his room. Her answer was given when she opened the door to the room, the answer was given when she saw Sakura straddling Naruto and in the process of reliving him of his shirt The answer was revealed when she saw Naruto kissing along Sakura's neck and collarbone, and the fact that he seem to be doing so willingly shattered the small hope that she had about Sakura forcing herself onto him.
Apparently they were so wrapped up in each other that they didn't hear the door opening, but a few seconds later when the overall picture of what was happening settled in and she gasped (because even though you tell yourself that you know the truth and your prepared to handle it, it doesn't make the reality of it being proving hurt less) they took notice to the fact that they had an audience. Naruto's blue eyes that seemed clouded with lust lock onto her, Sakura's roaming hands stopped but didn't leave their position, and all of a sudden she was the center of attention.
They all simply stared at one another for who knows how long. She stared at Naruto and Sakura trying to make sure that her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. Naruto stared at her with eyes that had once been so clouded with lust that he didn't know who she was, but were getting clear by the second and shined with recognition and another emotion she couldn't quite figure out. Then, there was Sakura who stared at Hinata like she was the other woman, and another emotion that Hinata could recognize in a second – pity.
After everything settled into place and the 'loving couple' came off their ecstasy high, Naruto shot up and begin fixing his clothes all the while trying to figure out what to say. Sakura, who had fell onto the floor from the force of Naruto standing up, beat him to the punch before he could even say a thing. "We didn't want you to find out like this, Hinata-san.", she said like that one phrase was going to explain everything. That phrase sent Hinata brought Hinata out of the trance she had been in. She simply replied by saying, "I brought you some ramen and flowers, I hope you like them. The ramen is probably cold so you might want to warm it up.", as she placed the ramen and flowers on the nearest surface, turned and headed back to the door as quickly as she could before her mask broke. When she heard an intake of air before Naruto began to speak she turned to face them one more time and said something instead (because if anything Naruto said would break her mask in one second).
She told him in the sweetest and most sincere voice she could muster:
"I knew it; I knew this was going to happen sooner or later so don't feel bad. I guess that it's better to have happened sooner. I just hope your truly happy now Naruto-san, and congratulations in advance. And just so you know, I meant what I said those years ago. I'll always be your number one fan no matter what happens."
But as she spoke those few sentences she felt her mask break into a million pieces, and tears begin to cascade down her face. She turned around and left out the room as calmly as she could – down the hall, into the elevator, out of the hospital's front doors- only when she was several streets away from that room that caused her so much pain, away from their staring eyes, only when all of that was several streets away did she begin to run. She ran all the way home, all the way to her room. I found her not to long after on the floor (because she didn't have the strength to make it to the bed) broken like a porcelain doll that had fallen of its shelf.
Now as I stand her mingling with the other guests and watching the man who pushed that porcelain doll off her pedestal bask in his moment. I glare at him the entire time when he comes within my field of vision and as he searches the crowd for maybe the one noble that hasn't come to this big masquerade, because that's all this really is – a distraction. This entire ball is nothing but a cover-up to keep people from wondering why there was a pink-haired harpy in the seat where a certain indigo-haired goddess should be, why there was a green-eyed devil dancing with the future Hokage instead of the lavender-eyed angle, why there was a some woman who looked like she jumped off the puberty wagon before she finished developing sharing this seemingly perfect future with Naruto instead of a woman with the looks that any woman would kill to have.
Of course my views on this matter could be called bias because Hinata is my sister but quite frankly I don't give a damn.
As the night goes on I continue to glare at the man with the skeleton that he keeps locked in his closet with only two other people aware of the full extent of his actions. Because of this man that everyone is congratulating a baby will be born without a father, because of him my sister will be deemed an unclean woman for the rest of her life. For these reasons I feel that I have every right to glare. It makes me happy to know that I'm not the only person who sees what's really going on, because as I glance around the crowd I see a pair of piercing blood-red eyes sending Naruto and Sakura a glare that could make a demon in hell feel uncomfortable.
Well here is the third chapter for my first ever fanfic. I must admit that I was tempted to put this story on Hiatus, but upon checking my email today I found my second review ever. The fact that someone actually found my story and read and reviewed and liked it made me sooooo happy. So I decided to finish this third chapter today and submit it. As always plz read and review. Any feedback is good feedback.
Next Chapter: ~ Words From the Mistress turned Mrs. ~ Some people might have called her selfish and egoistic, but she knew that after all the things she had to put up with this was a fitting end for her fairytale.
