Sorry for the late up dates but i drew Kakashi on the up side, there a link on my profile. Ironicly the picture on finished either.
Her eyes stung as the light so intrusively invaded, in the blurry haze of her vision, slowly the outline of a figure started to emerge. Her breath hitched the moment she recognised the form. The figure extending his hand to her, slowly and cautiously as if he were reassuring a lost child, appearing to be some kind of glorious saviour. She flinched at the gesture and shuffled back, further into the darkness. Not out of fear, but out of despair of tainting him somehow by her mere presence.
"Na, Naruto" She stuttered out in shock. There he stood at the open door, his image matching that of a beaming ray of light, whilst she crouched and coward in the darkness. It was all akin to some ironic metaphor.
" Let me help you" he offered. Grasping on to her hand, he pulled her up on to her unsteady feet. Her legs aching with cramp after being confined for so long in an awkward position.
Taking most of her weight he swung her arm over his shoulder and they slowly returned back down the corridor.
Minutes passed in silence before Hinata blurted out quickly in a slight frenzy. "Please don't hurt the monks, it was my fault, they don't know who I really am."
He let out his characteristic chuckle, to ease the tension; only the sound was much richer, deeper then she remembered. " Of course I won't, I'm no monster." The flickering light of the torch deepened the shadows in contours and creases of his defined face.
How long had it been since she had seen him, over a year perhaps more. She wanted to cower away and hide from him, more then she ever did from any enemy. She was broken, deformed, defiled mess, and he was burning her to a char by simply being next to her.
"Hinata" she a herd a female voice call out in concern.
Sakura now approached from the obscurity of the dark corridor. The medic nin immediately went to reach out for her, with her honest compassion and sympathy. Hinata could see the emotion so clearly imbedded into emerald colored eyes.
She turned her face away as if seeing something truly distasteful. This made Sakura stop in her tracks and slowly retract her reaching hand.
The shame and the guilt, her own self reproach. She was unworthy of their kindness their help. Seeing them both again, brought up all the things she was afraid to admit, she had become. This disgust came boiling up from the pit of her stomach, until the raw emotion surged through her, as if it would rip its way out of her chest.
She couldn't stand it any longer; she flung her self out of Naruto's grasp and stumbled forward only to fall to her knees. Tears streaming down her face, fighting the urge to scream out in agony. Hearing the sound of foot steps slowly approach, then two feet appearing in front of her, raising her head to see, Kakashi looming over her crouched form.
How pathetic she must seem, kneeling at his feet in tears. However she didn't turn a gaze away, and in his eye she saw pity. This man who was as much scum as herself, how dare he mock her with his pity. This man who happily ruined her, this man who helped carve and create the monster she had become.
A carnal, rage filled screech tore from her throat, as she lunched at him. Using her blunt nails she clawed at him, she tried to dig into his flesh. Naruto made a move to pull her off, but Kakashi pushed him away, and allowed Hinata to drag him down.
She continued to scream and attack him like some rabid animal. Eventually her cries died down, her arms grew tired and her sobs grew louder. Hearing clearly the words for the first time he had kept repeating through out her beating.
"I am sorry, I am sorry" Kakashi groused out like a broken man, his face and mask stained with tears.
Her anger had subsided into exhaustion and she no longer had the will to hate him. Finally submitting and burying her face into his neck; She thought, he who had wronged her, would be her sanctuary.