First of all, I'd like to thank the readers who have reviewed the first chapter! Thanks so much! I really appreciate it…since this is my first fanfic and all… Thank you again!
I forgot the disclaimer so….
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Hinata walked in her room and set her food on the study table. Grabbing one of the sandwiches she made, she took a bite and looked proudly at the wall in front of the bed. Anyone would think, from the way she "decorated" her room, that a fanboy was staying in that place. Why? Just see the wall.
Dozens and dozens of pictures of Haruno Sakura with different expressions. A happy one, an eager one, a blushing one, a demonic one, and even a blank stare. But not only were there pictures of her.
There were dozens of reviews of other people about her, from Sasuke, Shikamaru, Tenten, Kiba, Neji, Kakashi-sensei, Iruka-sensei, and even Naruto. The profile of Sakura was also pasted on the wall.
And even a ninja academy record was there. She had everything!
"To be like Haruno Sakura is my goal…to make Naruto like me!" she said, trying her best to copy Sakura's wild stance, putting her clenched fist forward, her eyes becoming rough edged and her feet apart.
For a while she stood like that, then looking to her right, she looked at herself at the mirror. She sighed, unconvinced.
"I have to change my clothes!" she yelled, trying once again to be like Sakura.
She took off her eskimo-like jacket and folded it neatly on the bed. Then, looking at one of the pictures for reference, she started to walk like Sakura towards her cabinets.
'Hips to the left, hips to the right, hips to the left, hips to the right.' She recited in her head as she constantly swayed her bottom, just as Sakura did.
It was strange for her though. It seemed natural for Sakura to sway as she walked, but it was pretty hard and confusing for her. She looked…she looked…wrong.
Hinata sighed and looked at the ground, playing with her feet as she did so. How did Sakura carry herself anyway? She was always ready for action, body straight, hands at the side, head tilted a little bit too high.
But Hinata. How did she walk? Head down, back slumped, feet almost facing each other, and arms in front of her. If she were attacked by anything, she would always be caught off guard.
She sighed once more. No! No more distractions! She shall no longer compare herself to Sakura! She'll just…copy her!
She strode towards her cabinet and swayed her hips, her back straight and her head tilted high. A little more than high, probably. She hit the cabinet straight on. She didn't see where she was going.
"Ouch…that one hurt me…I'm really clumsy." She said, her eyes finding its gaze to the ground. But before she could even see the floor, she raised her head again, "Sakura never looks down unless it's a Sasuke matter!"
She opened all of the drawers of her cabinet and looked for something pink. Something dashing. A dress, perhaps? Sakura always wears dresses. And she likes pink. And she wears shorts underneath them. Blue shorts.
"Here we are!" she said loudly, though her "loud" wasn't even louder than a normal tone. She shook her head, unconvinced yet again.
"Here we are!"
"Here we are!"
"Here we are!"
"Here we are!"
Again and again, she repeated the statement as she took all of her pink clothes out. Then, she took some of her shorts out and laid them beside her other clothes.
"Here we are!"
"Here we are!"
"Here we are!"
Shikamaru and Kiba happened to pass by her house and saw her in the window. And yes, they heard her repeat the "here we are" sentence again and again, louder and louder. They looked at each other and chuckled.
"Our Hinata's growing up…strangely." Kiba stated. Shikamaru had to agree.
"HERE WE ARE!" she finally yelled.
She touched her mouth and blushed.
"That was a little bit too much…I sounded like a horse seeking attention." Another pessimistic statement came out.
She looked at the clothes sprawled on her bed. Her hopes went down yet again. She had only taken out 3 pink shirts and 2 black shorts. She glanced at her wide-open cabinet and took another look inside. Nothing but gray, white, and black. She had always worn these neutral colors so as not to attract attention. Pink never suited her anyway. They were only gifts from some of her friends.
"I have to be resourceful!" she said, louder than any of her phrases before.
Now, she was on the road to being a true Sakura!
Then it hit her. Last month, when she was invited to a wedding, Ino had given her a plain, maroon-pink dress! It wasn't really for wedding days, it was just something Ino didn't wear because Sakura wore pink. Hinata kneeled down and lowered herself to take a look under the bed. There it was! Inside a dusty trunk she kept.
She reached under and pulled it out, creating a heap of dust. Hinata ignored it and opened it overeagerly. Then, pulling out the dress, she stood up and went over to the mirror. It still fitted her! The dress was a dark shade of pink, without any decoration at all. It hugged her figure when she last wore it, and many guys' unwanted attention came to her.
Hinata took a pair of scissors and cut the sides up to where her waist would be. Although she wanted it to hug and present her figure, she still had to be a fashionable shinobi. If she wasn't able to move her legs, she would mot likely be killed in an attack.
"Ha! I'm so good!" Hinata said to herself, smirking, just like Sakura.
Sakura often praised herself and that's why many people knew that she was confident. Unlike herself, she always was a pessimist and she never said anything that would attract attention to her.
Hinata took off her shinobi shirt and took off her pants. Then, wearing the dress, she stood like Sakura, with a hand on her waist. She looked cute yet tough! Yes, those were the words Naruto used to describe Sakura. Cute yet tough. She was on the right path!
Hinata rushed over to the bed and picked out one of her black shorts, the one that clutched to her skin. She wore it and then ran back to the mirror. Her head reflexively raised itself in astonishment. She looked unbelievably…beautiful.
"Sakura really has fashion sense. I'm glad she's the one I chose to follow." She said the Hinata way, and she corrected herself once more, "That Sakura really has some fashion sense! Yeah, I'm glad I'm on the road to being like her!"
She found the right clothes. Now, she had to work on her posture. How did Sakura carry herself again?
EndHmm…somehow I feel like this was boring…all action and few dialogues…please forgive me! Oh, I hope you can picture Hinata!
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