Banana Split
Hinata took a deep breath and started her morning katas, starting with the hand movements. A stab, a poke, a few slashes here and there. Soon enough she felt herself doing the moves on impulse, not by planning. An image of an opponent formed itself in front of her and she was doing so much more than slashing.
Staying in the same spot, she started kicking, dodging, swiping a kunai and so much more at the opponent who was fighting now.
She never wanted a moment to be a hindrance. If the situation called for it, she wanted to be the one protecting, not the one being helpless.
The Hyuuga went breathless after God knows how long. She wiped the sweat off her forehead and went to sit under the shade of a tree.
She was done being a burden. On her family. On herself. On Naruto. So many years have passed, yet she still depended on someone, anyone.
First her family. Now dearest Naruto.
She sighed.
Sipping water from the canteen, she wondered if her thoughts were in the right direction.
Yes, I will be on an continuous update mode, since this is the only fic I can really update without much thought to plot or so. :3
O'rly? Yes. -_-
Keep the suggestions and ideas flowing ^.^
PS: Enjoy. Feh.
PPS: Banana split is different than banana. We think. o-o