Okay, so here is my next chapter. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own many things like: an incredible brain and body and overinflated ego, Naruto is one of the few things I do not own. :D
This is in Hizashi POV
P.S Sorry for the wait! I changed schools and its pure evil which is ironic considering it's run by nuns…
The Necklace
Chapter Four
Love
"Love and a cough cannot be hid."
-George Herbert
Konoha was hardly a small town but gossip spreads as if it were.
And the biggest gossipers were the Hyuugas.
It drove me mad.
Her name was already a fixation without it being whispered behind these ridiculously thin walls.
Experimented.
Tortured.
Raped.
I could only pray it was not true and throw my self into the monotony of my work.
Training and missions.
Missions and training.
Over and over again.
She was the only interesting thing in this godforsaken place.
Even the upcoming Chunnin exams were secondary to the earth shattering concern over her despite the hype the Main House put on it.
"Make us proud, you secondhand Hyuuga!"
"Way to go, you worthless Branchie!
Well, maybe not as enthusiastic, but the meaning was clear.
At least my own House was a tad more sympathetic, they were used to her bulldozing her way through anything and anyone.
How was it she managed to make my existence so miserable without her?
If I didn't know better I'd think I actually fell for-
"Anko!" the Namikaze kid cried –when did he get here? - "they're gonna let us see Anko!"
Oddly, despite all the missions I've taken with him, all the moments he proved himself worthy of being Hokage, all the favors asked of and done for me; whenever I thought of Minato Namikaze (the Fourth, The Yellow Flash, Heir to the Namikaze Clan and Father of the Kyuubi host) he will always be the boy who let me know my best friend will be okay.
…S-she will be okay, right?
Oh, Hellfire.
Now I'm stuttering my own head! Righteous fury flowed through my veins; I am NOT worried about Anko Mitarashi.
So horridly worried…
I noticed whenever I try to not think about …things (not specifically her, of course), the more and more I noticed that whoever designed Konoha was clearly under the influence.
Honestly, that house is pink.
And that one is yellow, I looked at it critically, it had splinters and looked really rough; quite unlike how Anko's lips felt on my forehead before she left.
For an untold reason I missed the roof and landed with a thud on the street below.
My face felt warm and the back of my neck prickled uncomfortably as Namikaze asked in a rather stunned voice if I was okay.
I looked blankly up at him; he was on top of the house adjacent to the Roof That Shall Not Be Named.
I noticed absently that was blue, a more respectable color. Clearly, yellow was the abomination in this situation.
I looked between Minato and the abomination several times and decided the roof really didn't need to be there.
The incident was later called "What the hell?!" © Minato Namikaze