Time Shifter, since you are so intent on getting an answer, I will give you one. He won't be revealing himself very soon. He can't, because he wants to keep his state. I personally think he also wants to forget the hatred, and by revealing himself, it would only remind him of the hatred that he once harbored. As for TomokiG, I thank you for your criticism, but I think Hinata has high intrapersonal intelligence, and she assumes that she has lost it all. Remember, it is only her assumptions of her current state. She is lost and aimless, but not depressed. (i think, cos I dunno how it feels to be depressed)
Actually, I don't like to answer questions, cos it breaks up the tempo of the story, so sorry... HAHA..
III
Naruto's POV
Taking a step closer to the workshop which belongs to one of the better known artists in Konoha, I feel hopeful, wishing that this artist will soon give me some hints on art and criticisms of Hinata's work, and perhaps in the process, discover something about her. It is an oath I have taken to myself, to restore a person back to where she belongs... amongst society.
The door creaks open, and my eyes saw a dusty workshop, with light softly flying through windows in a ray of gold and yellow, and it slowly caresses the old man's skin and flesh, who is well seated on the chairs, surrounded by many paintings. With great ease I could tell the old man's passion for an art not well appreciated in the world, but I have learnt to admire this form of escape, a noble profession aimed at bringing joy to the people, a place where others can escape, and fantasize of utopian worlds.
My eyes worked fast, taking in as many pictures into my mind as I could, and from them, I attempt to complete a puzzle of this old man who is known for paintings which seems to dream of a better world. And for the same reason, I have selected him to give me insight on my fair friend, Hinata. His works, as I could sum up, is those of the optimist, who believes the future will be better, and it will bring hopes and dreams to life. But the greatest pain that could be inflicted to such optimists, is when the dream is broken.
I walked close to him, and I greeted him as a visitor should. His aged, wrinkled skin gave the sheen of experience beyond mine, and his eyes was always hopeful. Such eyes, I wished somehow Hinata could have.
"So, what brings you here, young man?" He said simply, a voice that mirrors the age.
"I want you to help me with a friend."
"I am no psychiatrist."
Handing over the picture of the sky I have bought, I quickly continued, "I want to know what you think of her emotions at the time of painting this work, if you don't mind."
"Ah, I see. You want me to see her when she paints. Who is she, may I ask?"
Staring out through the window, I drew a quick breath, "Hyuga Hinata."
"Very well." The old man stared at the work for some time, silent. But I could see his eyes was wandering throughout the work, trying to understand the work, which I have tried.
Fifteen minutes, and he finally answered me. "Her typical work, but from the way I see it, her skill is very much finely tuned already."
'What?' My thoughts began to speculate theories.
"The same old emptyness in her work, but her skill is better than mine already. Well, there always comes a day when the student exceeds the teacher." He said with a smile, and soon he returned his worn, aged blue eyes to stare at me. "She has always been like this, and from what I could salvage, it was caused by the death of someone she held close to her heart. This picture is not very different, and it seems to me that the blue sky reminded her of some pain."
'Huh? Who might the person be? Shino? Kiba? Or is it someone else?' Instantly, I asked, "Who is this person which she held close?" I could understand the feeling, the torment when someone important was taken away, the misery of feeling vulnerable, the pain of losing, and like ghosts, they can forever haunt and scar a soul.
"No idea." Instantly, my raised hopes were crushed like a bug underfoot, but I quickly came to my senses. He had helped me enough, he had opened a door, a glimmer of oppurtunity and hope in the far end, and that alone, is enough for me.
Realizing this old man have nothing more to say, I quickly said conveyed my gratitude, and took to the door.
IIIIIIII
There she is once again, and under the hot sun, she seemed to hold that distant look in her white eyes once more. Walking close to her, I attempt to strike a conversation again, with the hopes that I could revive some cheer into her. Yet with the emptyness of her eyes, it seems to me that whatever I could ever attempt, will be devoured by the void and nothingness.
So, it pains me to see her, an angel stained in blood, robbed of her valuable wings.
I knew I could not leave her there to wither, no, I could not let someone I know feel pain.
"Hello."
She glanced at me, then she replied weakly, "Hello. What can I do for you, sir?" But I could tell her words was half hearted, perhaps memorized and practiced.
'Shit! What should I talk about...' Quick thinking brought me to a beautiful and also abstract work of the streets of Konoha, "I like that one. But tell me, what is it about?"
She forced a small smile, but even so, it was beautiful in the backdrop of her beautiful but unkept skin, and enough to capture the heart and dreams of a man. "It's about... about... the streets." She seemed lost for a moment, but she regained her composure quickly, "The streets are very... lifeless. Everyone comes and goes, and nothing is permanent. So... The people I paint in the picture are blurred and faceless."
Her intellect has not faded, and I am glad. At least the abyss is not as deep as I thought it was, and returning my concentration to the painting, I quickly notice the immense shades of grey and black, "Why is it very... grey?"
Hinata, walked close, and somehow, I shivered. "It is that way, because that is how things are. Caught in an endless shade of grey, chained by both fate and human nature."
I stared into her white eyes, reminded of the pain that I have went through over the years, in a land which I do not belong, exiled and unwanted in a place I know nothiing of. Her eyes gave her off, the emptyness, the self imposed exile, the sorrow. How I wish, there exists an elixir to cure all these pain, a panacea to forget all, and if it did, I would venture to the ends of the world for it.
"So, what is your opinion of people?" I asked, trying to keep her attention.
Her eyes quietly observed and inspected me, then slowly walked towards the counter. "I... don't think people are aware of certain things that they should."
IIIIIII
Naruto's POV all along. Anyway, if u like, then review. But I personally did not like this chapter. It had not much movement of plot... I think.
Actually, I don't like to answer questions, cos it breaks up the tempo of the story, so sorry... HAHA..
III
Naruto's POV
Taking a step closer to the workshop which belongs to one of the better known artists in Konoha, I feel hopeful, wishing that this artist will soon give me some hints on art and criticisms of Hinata's work, and perhaps in the process, discover something about her. It is an oath I have taken to myself, to restore a person back to where she belongs... amongst society.
The door creaks open, and my eyes saw a dusty workshop, with light softly flying through windows in a ray of gold and yellow, and it slowly caresses the old man's skin and flesh, who is well seated on the chairs, surrounded by many paintings. With great ease I could tell the old man's passion for an art not well appreciated in the world, but I have learnt to admire this form of escape, a noble profession aimed at bringing joy to the people, a place where others can escape, and fantasize of utopian worlds.
My eyes worked fast, taking in as many pictures into my mind as I could, and from them, I attempt to complete a puzzle of this old man who is known for paintings which seems to dream of a better world. And for the same reason, I have selected him to give me insight on my fair friend, Hinata. His works, as I could sum up, is those of the optimist, who believes the future will be better, and it will bring hopes and dreams to life. But the greatest pain that could be inflicted to such optimists, is when the dream is broken.
I walked close to him, and I greeted him as a visitor should. His aged, wrinkled skin gave the sheen of experience beyond mine, and his eyes was always hopeful. Such eyes, I wished somehow Hinata could have.
"So, what brings you here, young man?" He said simply, a voice that mirrors the age.
"I want you to help me with a friend."
"I am no psychiatrist."
Handing over the picture of the sky I have bought, I quickly continued, "I want to know what you think of her emotions at the time of painting this work, if you don't mind."
"Ah, I see. You want me to see her when she paints. Who is she, may I ask?"
Staring out through the window, I drew a quick breath, "Hyuga Hinata."
"Very well." The old man stared at the work for some time, silent. But I could see his eyes was wandering throughout the work, trying to understand the work, which I have tried.
Fifteen minutes, and he finally answered me. "Her typical work, but from the way I see it, her skill is very much finely tuned already."
'What?' My thoughts began to speculate theories.
"The same old emptyness in her work, but her skill is better than mine already. Well, there always comes a day when the student exceeds the teacher." He said with a smile, and soon he returned his worn, aged blue eyes to stare at me. "She has always been like this, and from what I could salvage, it was caused by the death of someone she held close to her heart. This picture is not very different, and it seems to me that the blue sky reminded her of some pain."
'Huh? Who might the person be? Shino? Kiba? Or is it someone else?' Instantly, I asked, "Who is this person which she held close?" I could understand the feeling, the torment when someone important was taken away, the misery of feeling vulnerable, the pain of losing, and like ghosts, they can forever haunt and scar a soul.
"No idea." Instantly, my raised hopes were crushed like a bug underfoot, but I quickly came to my senses. He had helped me enough, he had opened a door, a glimmer of oppurtunity and hope in the far end, and that alone, is enough for me.
Realizing this old man have nothing more to say, I quickly said conveyed my gratitude, and took to the door.
IIIIIIII
There she is once again, and under the hot sun, she seemed to hold that distant look in her white eyes once more. Walking close to her, I attempt to strike a conversation again, with the hopes that I could revive some cheer into her. Yet with the emptyness of her eyes, it seems to me that whatever I could ever attempt, will be devoured by the void and nothingness.
So, it pains me to see her, an angel stained in blood, robbed of her valuable wings.
I knew I could not leave her there to wither, no, I could not let someone I know feel pain.
"Hello."
She glanced at me, then she replied weakly, "Hello. What can I do for you, sir?" But I could tell her words was half hearted, perhaps memorized and practiced.
'Shit! What should I talk about...' Quick thinking brought me to a beautiful and also abstract work of the streets of Konoha, "I like that one. But tell me, what is it about?"
She forced a small smile, but even so, it was beautiful in the backdrop of her beautiful but unkept skin, and enough to capture the heart and dreams of a man. "It's about... about... the streets." She seemed lost for a moment, but she regained her composure quickly, "The streets are very... lifeless. Everyone comes and goes, and nothing is permanent. So... The people I paint in the picture are blurred and faceless."
Her intellect has not faded, and I am glad. At least the abyss is not as deep as I thought it was, and returning my concentration to the painting, I quickly notice the immense shades of grey and black, "Why is it very... grey?"
Hinata, walked close, and somehow, I shivered. "It is that way, because that is how things are. Caught in an endless shade of grey, chained by both fate and human nature."
I stared into her white eyes, reminded of the pain that I have went through over the years, in a land which I do not belong, exiled and unwanted in a place I know nothiing of. Her eyes gave her off, the emptyness, the self imposed exile, the sorrow. How I wish, there exists an elixir to cure all these pain, a panacea to forget all, and if it did, I would venture to the ends of the world for it.
"So, what is your opinion of people?" I asked, trying to keep her attention.
Her eyes quietly observed and inspected me, then slowly walked towards the counter. "I... don't think people are aware of certain things that they should."
IIIIIII
Naruto's POV all along. Anyway, if u like, then review. But I personally did not like this chapter. It had not much movement of plot... I think.