Tidbit 3: Flowers Are the Worst
Warnings: Y'know, bloody flowers. Unhappy endings. Ships. And the worst part? Character death. ;^;
Time & Place: I'm not sure, just some time.
Description: Hinata seems to be sick.
Hinata sighed heavily. One day she'll tell him how she feels. One day she would have told him, and they would have gotten married. Had two kids. Both adorable. But she wouldn't.
It's too late. Too late. If she hadn't agreed to go on that mission, she'd be fine. Fine, great, okay, amazing, loved, ALIVE. But she's dead. Dead. Nothings bringing her back right now. No one can. She's dead.
Hinata smiled sheepishly at naruto. "H-hey Naruto-Kun!"
Naruto turned, to see Hinata looking down at the ground. Her face was red, but as unaware and ignorant as he was, didn't notice. "Hey, Hinata! How're you?"
"Ah! I-I-" She would have responded, but an urge to throw up overcame her. Running away, away from her crush, the boy who was obsessed with the girl Sakura.
Finally, when she was far away enough she let it out. Instead of bits of food, and the sour taste of throw-up, she tasted...metallic flowers?
Hinata stared at the bloody yellow and purple pansy flowers on the ground. She screamed in shock, stumbling over her own feet. "Lady Hinata!" Neji, who was training, rushed from the forest. Hinata never realized she ran to the training area.
Neji stopped. Looking from Hinata to the flowers. Hinata to the flowers. The purple-haired girl choked, an extra flower that hadn't come out fell into her hand. Neji's eyes widened. "Lady Hinata-"
"Neji was that Hinata!? What happened-" Tenten stopped. "What the..."
Hinata didn't wait for more people to come. Her shock didn't let her, as she fainted. She awoke in a hospital bed, before spitting up more blood, and fainting again. This time she didn't wake up. People shook her, yelled at her, screamed, cried, tried to heal her...But nothing worked. Chakra had no effect. Shaking just made it worse, though honestly what could they do to a body? With no soul in it?
Hinata Hyuga saw the light and reached for it.
A/N: This was sad to write. The sickness she had was a fictional sickness where a one-sided love causes the victim to cough up petals and flowers from a flowering plant growing in their lungs. When it grows big enough, you could die from suffocation. This isn't what happened, obviously, but I just wanted to write this story. The sickness is called "Hanahaki Disease". I hope you have an amazing morning/afternoon/evening/night! Peace out!