A/N: Hello! This is a continuation of the last piece, written in the daughter's point of view. Enjoy!


Carrying on the legacy of the Hokage and the Hyuuga Heiress isn't easy.

In fact, it's hard.

Fucking difficult.

People admire my father for his suicide. They knew he was never the same after my mother's death, and they knew that he missed her more than life itself.

More than my own.

Everybody said I looked just like her. Especially my father (when he was still alive) but he did it with a great pain.

"You look just like your mother, Kushina-chan. Beautiful without measure."

When he smiled, it always looked like a grimace.

I have no memories of my mother; I don't remember her smile, her voice, or her personality. But sometimes, on warm spring days, I would feel her embrace.

"Sunny place. That's what your mother's name means. Hinata…"

I used to watch him cry when he thought I wasn't looking. I used to hear his heart-wrenching sobs when he thought I was sleeping. I remember looking at his tear-streaked face, and realizing that he mourns every day for I woman I don't even know.

I felt like a horrible daughter; a daughter that couldn't even console her father.

And because of my failure, he took his own life ten years ago today. I was seven years old.

During the memorial service, my Aunt Sakura said my father finally found his place in the sun, along with my mother.

White flowers decorate the burial place of my father and mother; a combined grave seemed more than fitting.

The current Hokage is Kakashi: The mentor of my father, and the pupil of my grandfather. His only visible eye is lined by crow's feet; he too is getting closer to the eternal journey.

There are whispers and murmurs about who the eighth should be: my name keeps popping up, but I refuse.

I refuse to be the same thing my father was, what his father was.

But I refuse to stay in the Hyuuga household; my powder-blue eyes are a constant reminder I'm just half-Hyuuga.

I can't win no matter where I go.

So I leave the village, and try to find myself not my father, or my mother.

Me.

Kushina Hyuuga Uzumaki.

What I find, however, is not what I'm expecting.

I didn't expect to find myself in the wind, or the water.

I didn't expect myself to be pulled under by the delicious current, the shinning blue of the gushing water a reminder of my father's eyes.

I never realized how deadly the water could be, how it could drain the life right out of someone.

I didn't expect the water to envelop me in a sweet embrace, whispering the distant lullaby of a mother I never knew.

I didn't know how easy dying could be, how simple it is to release give your soul up.

I close my eyes and drift in the water, and let the current take me away to a life with no pain, with no regrets, just plain serenity.


A/N: ... :'( Why do i write sad things?! Ah well. I hope you guys enjoyed it. Review pleaseee! :3