A/N: This was my entry for Naruto100's 'Boxes' challenge.
Box In The Snow
It was snowing and she was walking home. Her breath was misting in the air and she was rubbing her ungloved hands together, trying to keep them warm. Keeping warm when training was one thing, walking in it was another. Her hair, which had grown long in the past dew years, was tucked into her hood, keeping her neck warm at least. She was lost in thought, going over her combat training with her teammates, when she heard the sound.
It was a low whining, a soft barking noise that she immediately recognized as that of a puppy. Slowing, she turned and headed down the side alley to her right.
"Daddy! It's a puppy! Can we keep it!" She was eight, and being led down the street by her father's hand. The puppy was a dirty white, with blue eyes, and barking happily, running down the street after her. Her father continued walking, not stopping.
"Daddy!" She said again, bending to try and pet the small dog as she tugged against her father's hand to try and make him stop. But he only continued, pulling her rapidly away from the puppy. She struggled, she whined, but he kept on walking. The puppy whined, nipped playfully at her heels. He father kicked it away. The small animal gave a high pitched yelp and slunk off. She had cried.
There was a puppy in a tattered cardboard box. The box was filled with a small layer of snow, and the black and white puppy was shivering, whining loudly. The box was dirty and sagging, it had been there for a while. The animal was thin, a ragged coated mutt.
With a small croon, Hinata scooped the puppy from the box and into the shelter of her jacket. It snuggled against her chest, barking happily. Hinata scratched behind its ears, turning back to her house. Her father wasn't in charge of her life anymore. She was.