The Weakest Link In My Chain

By: JillBelpois-Hinata Uzumaki

Chapter 10: This Affectionate distance.

People, I CAN'T WAIT! Well, the waits actually over, BUT, I HAVE REACHED THE BIG 10TH CHAPTER! HAIL IT! EMBRACE IT! w00t! I CAN FEEL THE REVIEWS NOW! o.o -cricket- Just think that they (my viewers) could die any minute. When they do, what will I do? Where will I go? -tries to cheer up a bit so she doesn't kill her audience- Here's chapter 10 people! I hope you enjoy it... CAUSE IT'S GROSS!!! Sort of... . . There's no lemon cause I can't with 5 million people watching me type...

Hinata lay in the snow, completely asleep, as the snow was not only blanketing the ground, it was blanketing her. A cold blanket, that seeped in her clothes, with a wet feeling. She stay asleep, and let the snow cover her in an everlasting sense of pleasure as she ensued into dreaming mode. Of course, she was still in that hole she fell in from when she was running ever so swiftly after regaining what is rightfully hers. Dreams of something every girl wanted. A perfect life. To Hinata, it was nothing more than a dream. Fantasy, non-fiction, a true fairy tale. But that's what dreams were. They were dreams.

Naruto was just getting ready to enter his house, and searched his pocket for his key. But...found nothing. He sighed, and cursed himself. He took out Hinata's Forehead protector and looked at it. A worm streak touch his skin, figuring that it was a tear. Something he hadn't encountered for a while. Something he wished would go away.

He suddenly was over came by pure vicious anger, and stepped back, throwing his right leg at the door, causing it to crack in the middle. He stared at his craftsmanship, and noticed his key was on the ground in front of him. He called himself an ass, and picked it up, jerking it into the keyhole, and pushing the door open, not bothering to close it.

He walked over to his couch and looked at his newly cleaned living room. Though the cleaning utensils were still scattered, he lazily threw himself onto the couch, his usual spot when he's too lazy, or too depressed to do anything. He knew his house was soon to be cold, but for some reason, it didn't seem to matter, he felt useless. Turmoil was something he was dealing with on the inside. "Hinata's too...Fragile, to be on her own." He thought to himself. "Fragile, ha, That doesn't even begin to describe it." His other side told him, but experienced debate with this inside himself.

This continued for a while, until his brain experienced an overload, and he just went blank in his head, just blankly, and dully staring at the table his feet rest on. He suddenly heard a giggling noise, and turned to the door, and saw Hinata standing there. He suddenly felt warm, and made his way off the couch and to her, she didn't seem harmed. She was bubbly, and seemed to be flawless. He stretched his arms out in front of him to pull her into his embrace, but fell forwards onto the ground outside his door, into the snow. He lifted his head, and saw nobody within the perimeter. Not a soul, the snow was so think, he couldn't see much anyways. But he soon realized, this was a hallucination, a mere trick of the mind. He started to get up, but was met with a cold kick to the groin area. He moaned, and looked up. Hinata...again. She was grinning this time. He looked puzzled. "What's the matter Naruto-kun? Why don't you get up? Fight back?" She asked him in a seductive tone, that creped Naruto to a shiver. "Hinata?" He asked, only to be met with blacking out.

Naruto shot up from the couch sweating with cold air blowing fierce from the door, and his door way was piled with at least 4 feet of snow, half the door way from his perspective. "Great, I had a dream, and woke up to the blissful nightmare, of being snowed into my house." He thought to himself with a hint of sarcasm. He got up and was ready to shut the door, when he stopped. There was something sticking out of the snow pile, out of pure curiosity, he pulled on it. It was HER head protector. He suddenly was overcame again with anger, and threw it out the front door. He suddenly wanted to yell, but at what? He asked himself. He looked at the piled snow, that seemed to get bigger, and bigger by the second, and moved his eyes to the shovel by the closet. He without question of what he was doing, grabbed it and began shoveling the snow onto the couch, cause there was no other place to put it, and plus he didn't really care anymore... ()

Hinata sorely opened her eyes to a slit, wit the blurring vision of white. She tried to move, but was too cold. She knew she'd had to move soon though, and shifted upwards, dusting the snow off of the top of her, and noticed she was STILL in that hole she stepped in. She stood up and groaned cause her back felt like there were 50 pound sacks being attached to her spine. She stretched and brought her arms into a position of which she was hugging herself trying to conserve heat.

"If there was any..." She said to herself, and grabbed her bag, slinging it over her shoulder, and looking at how deep the snow was. It was up to her waist pretty much when she got out of the ditch/hole. She took just one step and was greeted by a sliding feeling underneath her and fall back over, bending her spine in a painful position over her bag. She let out a moan of discomfort, and brought herself forward. She looked around at her surroundings, nothing she could have slipped on... She looked at her foot, and without question, removed her shoe. She gasped and turned away, bringing a collapse of tears to her eyes, as the heel skin of her foot was torn like wet cotton.

She turned her gaze to it. Lifting her hand to touch her now removed skin, at the slight touch of her finger, it disrupted it's structure and saw her skin fall to the ground. She began sobbing to herself, now knowing that she had made a horrid decision on running away. Hinata stared with fascination, and pure disgust with both herself and the sight. It wasn't bleeding, just, pure red and pink mass of muscle tissue. She snapped out of her "fascination" and reached for her bag to pull out a T-shirt, ripping the sleeve off, and tying it to her foot. The white cloth suddenly became engulfed with a red hue. She tore the other sleeve and wrapped it around the other wrapping. This one turned a lighter shade, but she deal's with it anyways.

She slides her shoe back on, cautiously hoping she doesn't peel away her already fragile skin, and lifts herself up, and climbs out of her now defined as a "death ditch" and turned to where she came from, and where she was headed. This is where her debate began. She wanted to go back, but knew Naruto would be up her ass about what she did, as well as her "family." But if she were to continue, then she'd most likely die. "Actually, either way I'd die. Neji and Hiashi would kill me, and I could die from frost bite!" She knew that nothing could be worse of course than dying from her father, so she turned her eyesight upon the southern end of the forest, and began walking, yet somewhat limping in the direction of choice.

Naruto had shoveled about 4 feet crossed, and was panting heavily, and propping his elbow on the hilt of the shovel. Wiping the non-existent perspiration, from his forehead, and grabbed the shovel from underneath his arm, and began shoveling a bit further into the what seemed to be endless pit of white fluff. He was sick of this, white, white, white. That's all he'd seen for 4 days, and yet it seemed like it's been there his whole life. But the way it glistened when the moon shone on it was such a pristine beauty. But it came with such an un-wanted package: Un-bridal cold, blowing into the side of his face, that made his ears numb. His inhalation of cold air, had taken part in giving him exhaustion. He dug in to relief more snow out of his path, when he took mind of where he continued shoveling the snow. He looked over his shoulder, and sighed in displeasure, cause he had been shoveling the snow onto his couch, or where his couch used to be, now there was a giant pile of snow, already melting, and getting his rug wet, but he continued anyways, as a ninja, he supposed anything was possible. He stopped when the wind shifted to his face, and he tried to hide himself from the breeze, but couldn't stand it, so he went back inside to rest up fro a while, only to have much more to do in the morning...

OH YEAH! 8 PARAGRAPHS! WHAT NOW! ;; and people, I hope you aren't mad for me making things too detailed. That's why I'm probably not getting much views anymore...;-; and about the gross part, I actually did that when I was little, so no flamers allowed for this chapter! . OR I'LL NEVER WRITE ANOTHER ONE! ANYWAYS! Here are my lovely viewers whom which I love VERY much.

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