Konnichiwa! I bring you the 4th chapter of Hinata's Story! Again, it started out as not being a favorite chapter of mine and thinking it would be short, but I somehow made it ultra long again and it continues on to the next chapter- jeez. It took me a while to actually start it with procrastinating and starting writing those 30K short stories too... I only have written 3 of them, and they got so many hits! Thanks, everyone. Enjoy!
The characters of Naruto belong to Masashi Kishimoto, while the OCs Yuki, and anyone mentioned in his dream were created by me.
Note: The whole story that is in italics from the break is Yuki's dream.

"Hinata, how much of your story is there left?" Naruto asked.

"Well, I'm on the last day it took to get to the destination…" Hinata said.

"You mean we're almost to the best part?" Ino asked.

"I'm guessing so." Shikamaru sighed.

"It's also getting dark…" Chouji mumbled as he looked up into the sky. Hinata also looked up to see the sky start turning orange.

"It is…" Naruto commented. He then turned to Hinata, looking very serious.

"That means you have to hurry up telling the story, Hinata!

"I don't think we'll finish hearing the story tonight, Naruto…" Shikamaru warned him.

"Of course we won't hear it all today, because you all keep talking!" Naruto complained.

"Us? You're one to talk, Naruto!" Ino commented, slightly annoyed at him.

"Just keep going, Hinata, if it'll make him happy." Shikamaru sighed.

"Yes, please Hinata!" Naruto pleaded as he held his hands together at Hinata.

"O-OK Naruto-kun." Hinata said a little surprised to his reactions, but reluctantly continued telling the story to where she awoke.

Kiba stood up until a few hours later. He kept the fire going so he stayed warm and awake. He didn't notice Hinata as she stepped out of the tent and walked over.

"Kiba-kun, I'll watch now." She whispered. Kiba snapped his lolling head and shook his head.

"Right, thanks Hinata. Come on Akamaru." Kiba thanked, and nudged the sleeping Akamaru. He stood up and walked over to the tent as he walked in. He stepped over the sleeping Yuki, although something seemed strange about his sleeping body. He took out his sleeping bag and crawled in, ready to get some sleep. Unfortunately, his eyes stayed open. He groaned as he turned to lie on his side as he looked at Akamaru's curled up body. He sighed, and closed his eyes. It took him a few moments, but soon he drifted off.

Hinata poked a stick she kept near the fire at the fuel of wood burning. She wished she could've stayed in the warm sleeping bag, but she knew Kiba really needed sleep too. She didn't mind after stepping out of the tent, though. She stared into the flames as it burned her large opal eyes only the Hyuuga had.

Just to be careful, Hinata activated her Byakugan, and started searching all around of their campsite. There was not a person in several meters. She sighed and de-activated and opened again and went back to staring at the fire. With nothing to do, she decided to go on thinking about random thoughts that popped into her mind.

'It's been a few months since Naruto-kun has left for his training. I wonder when exactly he's coming back, but it won't be for a while.'

She sighed, as she always thought about training to improve herself. She thought of her promise. It made her want to train, and finish this mission. She looked over to the tent, and then looked back at the orange and red flames. "Naruto-kun…" She murmured.

Yuki was dreaming of nothing, it was complete darkness. This usually was how his dreams were, except those rare occasions where he had a dream of his old home with his family. But then, the sound of movement made him slowly opening his eyes. He did not dare to move, and continued to try to slowly breathing at a steady pace. Fortunately for him, Hinata didn't notice he was awake. He heard shuffling and the noise of hard ground being stepped on. He sighed, considering she was far away.

He remembered they promised to take shifts during the night, and so Hinata probably went to let Kiba sleep. He knew Kiba was going to be coming to go to sleep, so he quickly sat up. It was pitch dark in the tent, but his eyes were already adjusted to the darkness and could see a shape near the tent entrance that he knew was Hinata's bag. He quickly opened her bag and looked into the pack. He looked back towards where his head used to be lying. He looked back to her pack, and tried to hear if anyone was coming.

"I have not lost my skill as a ninja- I can never forget."

He sighed, and quickly and quietly closed her pack. He silently laid back down and grabbed to the top of his sleeping bag. It wasn't less than two minutes later did he hear footsteps walking towards the tent. He almost started panicking, like it was someone who was coming to get him and take him back to his cell. He tried to calm down, and started to breathe steadily. He heard the footsteps come into the tent, and he could feel Kiba as he walked over him and got ready to go to sleep. He waited and waited, trying to focus on keeping his breathing easy. Soon it seemed he finally settled, and it wasn't as long as he expected until he could hear Kiba breathing. He turned and closed his eyes once more as he tried to go back to sleep.

He tried to think of random things to help go to sleep when he didn't realize what he was thinking.

'A garden… a large house… Why does it seem so peaceful? So… warm. There's… mother… she's so happy… and father isn't there. As always. Where am I? I'm at home… Before those shinobi that came into my room, before they took me away, before I lived in that cell…'

He couldn't help thinking. Even though he left his home so long ago, he still could remember such clarity of everything, except of his father of course. One of the things he remembered wasn't the flowers, it wasn't the buildings, or the garden where he played and trained- he remembered his mother. He remembered all those times he trained and she sat on the walkway outside the house and watched him. She was always smiling at him, and always did even when he was messing up.

He did not realize as his consciousness was slipping away and he continued thinking more about those times once again, like the nights when he was in the cell and felt extremely lonely.

"Mother, mother! I know what I want to do now!" He was only around 5 years of age as he ran over to where she sat by their fountain. She looked over to me and smiled her warm smile, like she always did.

"What it is?" She asked, seeing him so excited.

"Mother, I want to train to become a shinobi, like father!" He said excitingly. Even though he would never see his father, he was told he was a proud shinobi in the village. His mother always told him that when he asked. Much to his surprise, he saw her eyes widen, but then she smiled once more.

"Of course dear." She commented.

"So, can I??" Yuki asked, excited. His mother almost never rejected his pleas for his desires.

"Of course, I'll get you a special tutor to privately teach you, private teachings are much better than going to the academy." She explained. She stood up and dusted off her dress and stepped towards the house with an excited Yuki on her tail.

"Really?!" He exclaimed. "I'm going to become the best shinobi ever!" He yelled.

"Now now, it's time for lunch. You'll get your tutor soon; I promise." He knew she never had to promise, since she always did it. He smiled as he walked with her to the dining room.

It was only a week later when Yuki was kneeling as he looked at the blooming flowers did he hear his mother call him.

"Yuki, come here for a moment." She called from inside the house.

"Coming!" Yuki stood straight and sprinted across from the garden and as he walked into the house. He looked up to see a large man wearing an odd-green vest.

"This is Makoto-san; he will be your teacher." She introduced him. Yuki looked at him in awe.

"Makoto-sensei, can I ever become a chuunin like you have been?" Yuki was now around 10-years old. His past 5 years were filled with harsh training and many injuries, but it all led to his great skill as a shinobi.

"I'm not sure. To enter the chuunin exams in Konohagakure, you must be in a team of 3." He started explain. Yuki, exhausted from the training, laid down onto the grass field and looked up as he listened to him.

"A group of 3? Why?" He asked.

"I'll explain that later. First, your team jounin leader has to decide if your team is ready, because the exams are very difficult." He continued explaining.

"How difficult?" Yuki couldn't help but ask.

"Very difficult. The 1st part of the exam is a written test with tough answers. The next part is the part where being a team comes along."

"What is it?" Yuki said curious.

"It's a survival test, and many people will die on this part." Makoto explained. The word pierced Yuki as his eyes widened.

"Die…" He whispered. Fear began to grow inside him. "What do you mean die?"

"Other teams will fight you and you can get seriously injured or worse- that's why the survival part is one of the difficult parts." Makoto answered. "Then the last part is one on one battling with other people from other teams. After that, it is decided if you passed to become a chuunin or not." He finished explaining. Yuki jumped up and looked at Makoto's face.

"You mean after going through all of that, you could still not become a chuunin?!" His face was very serious.

"Yes." He didn't need to explain more, as Yuki understood.

"I don't really want to be a chuunin." He murmured, looking down at his feet.

"Mother?" It had been months, while Yuki was around turning 11-years-old. He was silent all during breakfast until he called her name. She looked up from her tea and looked at him.

"What is it, Yuki?" She asked, giving him her warm smile. He hesitated about asking, but decided to go on.

"Mother, why have I never seen my mother? I know I probably shouldn't ask, but where is he?" He looked up at her with a shameful look. She was taken aback by the question, and tried to pull herself together quickly. She gave her smiled once again.

"You know he's a shinobi. He's always been very busy in his work." She explained.

"Demo… I can't remember ever seeing him before!" Yuki realized at that moment. His mother stood up, making him look up at her.

"Come, this way." She smiled at him, and turned around and started walking out of the dining room. Yuki hastily jumped up from the table and followed her to one of their special rooms. He was rarely here except for ceremonies that always bore him, so he had gotten confused as what her intentions were.

"Where are we going, Mother?" He asked in a slightly scared voice.

"It's OK, Yuki. Stand here for a moment now." She stopped in front of a door and turned to him. Yuki nodded obediently as he watched her open the door and close it behind her once she was in. he heard noises of shuffling and objects being moved. He soon realized that this was his mother's room. He stood there very still as he waited for her to call for him or come back out. It was a few minutes later did he jump when the door opened. His mother came back out, and he noticed she was carrying a large, hard book in her arms.

"What is that?" He asked, pointing to the dusty book.

"It's a book that holds memories, Yuki." She told him as she held it out. He looked at it once more before taking it from her hands. He was about to ask another question when one of they both looked to the end of the hall where a men was running towards them. He stopped in front of both of them, but faced Mother.

"Hemino-san, Hakuno-sama requests to see you." He said in a monotone voice. Yuki's eyes widened, at the sound of his father's name. But then he looked up at his mother with a confused face.

"Hemino-san? That's not your name, Mother…" His voice was filled with confusion. She looked down at him, and gave a smile.

"I'll be right back, Yuki. Enjoy looking at your pictures. I promise." She had ignored his comment and turned her back on him as she followed the man. He occasionally saw these men, and has asked Mother one day about them. She said they were friends of Father.

"Friends… Then why would they call him Hakuno-sama?" Yuki said out loud. He could hear the echo ask the same thing. He walked down the hallway and walked outside and sat down next to the steps. He blew on the book, and wiped away the dust that had been collecting for so long. There was nothing on the front of the book, so he opened it and found the first page. There stood a couple that looked like they had just married. The man had a business-like face, and his hair was a dark black. To his right was his wife. She wore a dazzling wedding kimono that made her face seem paler than it really was. He saw she had beautiful white hair that looked very silky. He saw how similar his hair was like the woman's, yet his dark blue eyes came from the man. He the noticed on both sides of the picture were names. He first looked at the left side where the man's name was.

"Hakuno Keizo." He read out loud. He had a small smile as he realized that was his father. But after a moment, he sharply turned to where the woman stood. He looked to the name.

"Hakuno Yumi… This can't be true!" He exclaimed. He remembered his mother's given name wasn't Yumi. He remembered one of his father's men called her Mineko. He dropped the book as he landed onto the grass and held his head.

"No… Mother's name was Hakuno Mineko… But why did one of Father's friends who called him Hakuno-sama say her family name was Hemino? I don't understand… And that picture…" He picked up the book and stared at the woman once more, taking the sight of her in.

"This woman doesn't look like Mother! Mother had blond hair, yellow eyes… Not white and green!" He exclaimed. He tried to calm himself down.

"Maybe… This was another woman who got married, and Father was just standing there… maybe it was his first wife, and Mother is his second…" He turned the page, and his eyes were in despair when he saw the next picture, disproving his excuses.

"Hakuno… Yuki…" He read the name next to what looked like a baby wrapped up. He looked at the woman who was holding his baby self, and saw it was the same woman, and Father was standing behind her. He could even see the motherly love that was on the woman's face.

"No… She can't be…" He dropped the book once more and stood up. He turned around and scrambled into the hall, sprinting down it. He fought back the tears, and all he wanted to see was Mother and her warm smile once more. He then heard voices, and he slowly stopped in his tracks as he could hear anger in one voice.

"What were you thinking, training him to become a shinobi?" A dark and scary voice asked.

"He wanted to be like his father and become a great shinobi." He recognized Mother's voice, but said nothing. He noticed a bit of strain when she said 'father'.

"Even so, I was told by one of the men who went to get you saw you go into that room and gave the boy that book." The dark voice said again. Yuki's eyes widened when he noticed they were talking about him.

"He wanted to see his father, the father he never saw or played with." Again, he could hear her strain on the same word.

"But those old photos not only have me in there, but that woman. He does still think you're his mother, right?" The voice made Yuki shiver, and silently gasped.

'It can't be true…'

"Of course, but he shouldn't be left in the dark his whole life. Why do you let him live such a false life?" Yuki never heard Mother's voice sound like this.

"He won't be, as long as I protect him. Now leave. Be sure to ignore any questions he asks you about the contents of that book." The dark voice said. Yuki became confused at what he meant. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the sound of shuffling near him. He quietly moved away, thanks to his teacher. He ran back to where he left the book open and on the ground. He picked it up, and then looked through the whole book quickly.

"These are of me and that woman… No, she can't be my mother, Mother is, but…" He held his head again, confused and scared. He heard feet softly approaching him. He turned to see Mother, and could see she was trying to hide her annoyances from something.

"So, do you like the book? I have to put it back now, Yuki." She said as she gently took it out of his grasp.

"Mother, tell me- who was that woman with the white hair in those pictures with Father and me? Where are you?" He asked. But Mother just turned and walked back to the room and walked back in. He sat still as he stared at the door. A moment later she walked back out, and he scrambled up and rushed to her.

"Mother, tell me the truth-What's your name? Who was that woman?" He continued asking. Mother only looked at me with a strange face filled with sympathy. She bent down to his height, and looked at him.

"You're father will tell you. I promise." Was all she said as she stood back straight and walked away from him.

"…Mother…"

TBC A/N:
Just for the record, his dream will be continued in the next chapter. Well, I hope you kind of enjoyed this chapter!
Be sure to review and whatnot. Thanks!