"Hinata has been trying to kill herself for a while now."
Naruto closed his eyes.
Of course. Of all the people out there, he had to be the one to hit a suicidal woman. It was bad enough he hit anyone at all. At least though, he wasn't alone in blame. He hadn't been paying attention, sure, but if what the man was saying was true, the woman would have most likely found some other car to do the job if he hadn't hit her.
Did that take the guilt away? No, Naruto still felt shitty. No matter what the reason, it was his car that hit her and he was behind the wheel. But why? Why did this woman decide to run out in front of his car at that moment, why did it have to be him?
Naruto opened his eyes.
Glancing at the woman -Hinata- sitting there in her frail looking state, Naruto tried to wrap his head around it. This woman for what ever reason, went out there to die today. The concept was hard to grasp. She was perfect, like an angel, how could she wish for death?
"You... you don't care."
With a quick inhale, Naruto tried to suck the words back up. It was a horrible thing to say, but he found he wasn't sorry in the least. In the reflection of the window the mans face had went slack. While this whole time Naruto saw a proud but worried father, now he saw the truth. He saw a man broken down, tired of wondering if his daughter survived another day- and refused to put up with it anymore.
"No," The man spoke. "No, I do not."
Indignation rose up in him, burning hot and boiling in his veins. Anger on behalf of Hinata and anger at this man. With his answer, his daughter curled into herself, her long hair hiding her eyes while her long fingers gripped her bed sheets. It was obvious she was deeply hurt by his words, but by the way she bore them without complaint, she was accustomed to them too.
"Mr. Uzumaki," The man said suddenly. "Do you know who I am?"
Naruto looked back at him. He would have been stupid to not notice the difference between the man and his daughter and the rest of the world. "Of course I do. You're Hiashi Hyuuga. You're the richest man in the country, and your family has been around as long as the city has."
"You are correct," Hiashi said as he walked over to him. "And as you most likely know, the Hyuuga's are a private family. We don't like our affairs to be the towns gossip. " He gave Naruto a superior but hard look and turned to the quiet police officer still by the door. "Mr. Inuzuka. There are no standing charges for Mr. Uzumaki. Hinata took a fall down the stairs, and as a friend of the family you came down to visit." The officer nodded. "Now, let us step outside and discuss how large a donation the Memorial Ball shall be receiving this year."
As Hiashi and officer left the room, Naruto stared at the closed-door in amazement. How could this man be so heartless? To his own daughter no less. And paying off the police to keep the news of his suicidal child quiet was even worse, though Naruto guessed you could do whatever you wanted if you were richer than the whole city put together. "What a freaking guy..."
"You should leave now."
Naruto jumped at the light voice and turned towards Hinata. Though her hands no longer gripped the blanket he could still see the sadness in her lavender, unique eyes. Her pert mouth quivered with her withheld emotion and a lone tear ran down her bruised cheek. "You should leave before they return. Your presence will already bring up unwanted questions for father."
"How can you let him walk over you like this?" Naruto whispered to her in disbelief. "I don't know your reasons for wanting to die, and I know he is your father, but you," his voice wavered as all the anger and sadness and guilt of the day built up in his throat and in his chest, "You don't deserve this." And with a shake of his head, Naruto left.
Slightly longer chapter just for you guys! Haha but really I felt like you guys deserved a bit more drama. Next chapter up soon! And don't forget to tell me what you think!
