Disclaimer: Oh no! I realized many years ago that I don't own the rights of Naruto!
Hospitals exist to save people lives, but they are devoid of beauty as hope. Sometimes is difficult to tell if you will leave that place and forget about the cream walls, not peeling or dirty, just cream. And the lack of decorations except for the small portrait of an imaginary yet perfect landscape. Perhaps the intentions are good to promote hope to the patients but only works for those who can actually see.
There are a stands for intravenous drip and monitors, all connected to a single person who shouldn't be alive yet the beeping sound tells me otherwise.
Seeing is believing.
Hinata Hyuuga is right in front of me breathing and alive, but for a Hyuuga, blindness is practically dead.
However, for a member of the main house blindness is a temporary state, the Branch house is forever bounded to be their servants to the end of times after all.
"You can stay if you want."
"Thank you very much Kichiro-sama."
At the far end where the windows are he took a seat and watched the outside world lost in his own train of thoughts, his enigmatic yet loyal nature difficult to see through by an outsider, he explained how Hinata had been kind to him in the past and he must repay that kindness.
I understood very well, before leaving the room filled with dread I left my flowers next to the rest, a formality more than anything.
Hospitals are odd, they become completely different when there is somebody you actually care hospitalized.
But how could Hinata survive?
It worries me.
It truly worries me.
Somebody's out there and I don't who it is or the motives behind such unreasonable action unless that person is unrelated to the attack and just saved her life, for what?
I hate such unknown variation much more than the divergence that just occurred resulting in a funeral which I didn't assist, a funeral with no bodies to bury.
An unexpected surprise which doesn't heavily affect me or what I have written down, but for Naruto, it was a very low blow.
Being locked up in her own room not even allowing me or anything to enter, it had been a day.
Fu, on the other hand, was outside doing her best but with such a terrible event befalling on Konoha, all her efforts were in vain leaving no other option but to stick close to me and returning to her clingy habits.
At least until Naruto recovered.
Walking to one shop only to look and there go to food stand just to look and just walking on the streets until I arrived at my apartment.
Fu was sitting at the window border looking at the blue sky, her attention turned to me for a moment before looking back at the sky.
I didn't say anything to her.
In the kitchen I took a drink from the refrigerator and an apple from the basket fruit, just thinking everything regarding Hinata's situation made me anxious and anxiety brought hunger.
Only hearing myself eating felt rather uncomfortable, with so many living with me I imagined a place filled with laughter and cheers, not a completely silent and empty table. I thought of so many scenarios playing in my head, but the lonely scenario became the harsh reality.
Those idiots.
Dying so easily to a no name.
Ruining everything that I have written down.
Useless!
Useless all of them!
But I guess there wouldn't be any thrill if everything went according to the script, in a way the anxiety, the mystery that it brought could become an exciting experience. Besides every divergence open so many paths, my curiosity itched to discover all the new paths that had been opened just for me. However, I consider it a one-time thing, another divergence will not be welcomed rather it would bring me a headache.
As if Naruto wasn't a headache on her own.
Thinking about her, I should try to talk again even if does not bear any fruit I need to try.
Leaving the table everything clean I left the kitchen and with heavy steps, I headed towards my task as an elder brother.
But her door was locked.
"Naruto?"
But there was no reply.
I tried a few more times but to no avail, leaning closer to catch anything but there was only silence coming from the other side,I could remember very well the exact moment when I told the news and how her face twisted learning the death of those, the pain, the rejection, and the acceptance all of that lead her to run away and lock all access to her room, it was useless since any of us could just bring down the door but we respected her privacy as we should do but for me it felt completely different, I understood her in many aspects and the call was to just kick and destroy the door that was diving us but I had many doubts. Not a single word directed at anybody, not even me and that fact alone made my heart ache.
"Friends, family, lovers, all of them are close to your heart and your heart delivers love and accept their love, that I understand. When those bonds are forcefully ripped apart it will cause such pain that creates fear for the future. Now it was friends, but tomorrow might be family…"
Somehow I ended up sitting next to the door.
"Is hard I know, I lived through that many times that I slowly become accustomed to it...it might sound horrible but it's the truth my heart became cold and is very difficult for me to comprehend you now. But you are not alone, you don't need to go through this alone, so please let me in."
I knocked on the door three more times.
"Let me help you."
I waited.
Anything.
Silence.
She never let me in.
"I see...sleep early Naruto, tomorrow you need to train with your team after all"
Perhaps I should have kicked the door.
Perhaps I should have been more aggressive with my approach.
Perhaps I shouldn't have left.
But I did it anyway.
Is hard to understand, not even me can understand why I do certain things which I clearly wouldn't do without a specific reason and that is a concern.
Emotions are quite interesting to think about, they fascinate me and terrify me at the same time, perhaps what I'm experiencing is the reason those fickle things should be suppressed, why the mask exist.
But I can conclude that everything, absolutely everything related to me thanks to that bunch of trash, their fault. It's their fault Naruto doesn't want to speak with me...ME! The thought alone makes me wish for them to return back so I can send them back with my bare hands!
Even if they suffered a tragic death, is not enough to cool me down!
I need rest.
I need to clear my mind.
To my personal sanctuary, my bedroom where my comfy bed awaits me along with soft sheets and a fluffy pillow. Arriving there and laying on it end my entire mind to a moment for relaxation, to refresh myself just what I needed.
After all, I was going overboard with my emotions and I was known to control them very well or maybe I never did control them and put up a facade to convince myself.
So many things to think about that I spaced out.
I did a lot of things before finding myself in my personal sanctuary, known as the bedroom, laying on my bed with a very tired Fu snuggling next to me.
It might not be the same but is everything I have.
"Promise me that you won't leave me."
Those cursed words.
I know myself very well.
And a promise had already been done.
I have limits but...
"I will try my best."
Sigh.
Kichiro.
What are you getting into?
AN: Hinata is still alive sue me.
Alright, jokes asides I have other plans for her in the future so dying too early is not in the agenda.
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