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Hinata felt that she could hear the creaking of her eyelids as her milky eyes opened. Squinting, she could make out that the room she was in was obviously an hospital, with a TV hanging on the wall across from the pristine bed she was laying in, a small bedside table next to her, and a curtain separating her from another patient (who was snoring, very loudly.)
There was a slight commotion outside the door, to what she could only assume was the hallway outside, and three people pushed past a nurse doing her best not to let the trio disturb the patients within. Hinata blinked at them, wondering if they knew the second patient of the room, if so, they were being awful rude, not letting them sleep.
The first, a girl with mousy brown hair, in an overly large t-shirt, black jeans, and worn brown combat boots saw Hinata and squeaked happily. "You're awake!" she cried, leaping forward, and tripping over her own foot, falling onto her face. The two older members of the trio sighed in defeat, the eldest, a man, helping her to her feet while she mumbled darkly under her breath.
"Err, sorry about that, miss. Sometimes Maddie can't keep herself upright." He said, his voice betraying a gentle, but playful nature. Hinata looked him over once using the limited Byakugan ability provided without chakra. Polo shirt and khaki pants. Loafers. Interesting. Then the older woman spoke.
"Excuse my husband, miss. He doesn't know how to introduce himself." The woman was dressed in a plum colored suit, high heels, and mousy-brown hair the same shade as that of the girl twisted up into a bun on the back of her head. "I'm Mrs. Dwight. This is my husband, Darrel Dwight, and my daughter Maddie Dwight, who I'm proud to say was the one to call an ambulance for you." She said, gesturing to herself, the man, and the girl, still rubbing her cheek, in turn.
"Yeah! You've been out for a week! You must have hit your head pretty bad." Said Maddie, leaning forward over the bed to goggle at Hinata's eyes. "Are you really blind, or are they some kinda contact?" She asked.
"MADDIE!" Cried Mrs. Dwight, "Don't be so rude!" Pulling Maddie from the girl and admonishing her with a finger.
"MOM! I'm only asking!"
"It's still rude to be so forward about it!"
Maddie and her mother growled at each other with differing levels of coldness. It wasn't unusual for the pair to spar verbally. Wherever they just so happened to be at when an urge to bicker announced itself. Mrs. Dwight with the cold shoulder that could freeze most teenage men in their tracks, and Maddie with fire spitting from her lips and onto unsuspecting company.
In their state of loving family warfare, neither noticed Mr. Dwight stepping carefully up to the girl, and taking her hand. "Hello, sweetie, how are you?" He asked quietly, doing his best to look as non-threatening as possible. Not hard, with his wife and daughter bantering behind him.
"I-I-I'm f-f-f-fi-fine." The girl stuttered out. Mr. Dwight gave the girl a billion dollar smile.
"And what's your name?" He asked.
"H-Hyuuga Hi-Hi-Hinata."
"Your name is Hyuuga?" He asked, bewildered. It must have shown on his face because she immediately shook her head in the negative and said her name again. This time given name first.
"Where do you live, Hinata?"
"K-K-Ko-Konoha." She said, wincing at her stuttering syllables.
"And what country is that in, Hinata?" Mr. Dwight asked, confused. It sounded foreign. Very foreign.
Hinata gaped at him a moment before asking her own question. "What country is THIS?"
"The United States of America, Hinata, why?" Her eyes widen and then she began to mumble to herself in hushed but frantic whispers. Seemingly oblivious, she rocks back and forth in shallow movements, and Mr. Dwight suddenly realizes that she knew that she did not belong here, "Hinata? What country were you in before you were found in the convenient store's alley?"
That question sure shut up his wife and daughter.
Hinata had no idea where this country was. She was a Hyuuga, and being such had given her one of the best non-ninja educations offered in Konoha, and she had no idea where this country was. 'What should I do? Where should I say I'm from? I don't know any countries in this world! If it really is another world...What was that jutsu that enemy nin used on me? And what was that thing, speeding past on the road? Not time to wonder that! Look back to your training! When in doubt...'
Hinata looked back into her memories, trying to find a mention of anything even a little like this situation to draw a conclusion from. A picture of Naruto came to mind. He had been busted for a prank, and Iruka-sensei had gotten into a yelling match with the boy...
"I know you, Uzumaki! I know you did it!" Shouted Iruka.
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!" Naruto Screamed back.
That was it! She knew what to do! When in doubt, play dumb! She'd been hit on the head as well, this could be used to her advantage!
"Mr. Dwight? I d-don't r-re-remember. I'm th-thinking and thinking, and I-I d-don't r-remember...I can't even th-think up the m-maps to say where it c-c-could be or what it c-c-could be c-called. I d-don't th-th-think I w-was here b-b-before, b-but m-maybe I just m-moved here? I d-d-don't know." She said, pushing her fingers together, praying to any and all gods her nervousness around people would do some good in making her story believable.
Mr. Dwight raised his light brown eyebrows in surprise; the knock on the head must have given her amnesia. "What do you remember?"
"A-all I kn-know for s-sure is m-m-my n-name. I g-get a bad f-f-feeling when I t-try to r-r-re-remember my parents, I d-don't think I-I l-l-liked them much, a-and th-then m-m-my c-c-cousin N-Neji, I r-r-re-remember his v-voice! He's...s-s-sc-screaming at m-m-me. A-and I'm sorry, but that's all!" She squeaks.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she hunches her shoulders and begins to cry in earnest. What had happened? Where her team mates okay? What had happened to Kurenai-sensei? Did she make it out unharmed?
"Oh, no. Don't cry!" Said Maddie, stepping forward and wrapping up Hinata in a warm hug, smothering all the love she could give the girl in it, "We'll make sure you turn out all right, we'll help you out, don't worry, don't cry..." and as his daughter did her best to comfort the girl, Darrel motioned to his wife, Marie, to come with him outside the room. She nodded to him, and both exited quickly, staying quiet as if the girl needed them to be.
Outside, a stout and strong looking police officer was waiting. Mr. Dwight turned to him and began with Hinata's name.
"Officer Harris, We found out her name was Hinata Hyuuga. But unfortunately that's pretty much all there is to know. She apparently doesn't remember much, she doesn't even know the names of countries or the looks of maps, and from how she referred to what she could remember of her family, it doesn't seem like the best idea if we let her go back to them at all. She stutters, too. And she may be blind." The officer nodded.
"Thanks a lot, Mr. Dwight, I appreciate it. We can search for her file as long as we have her name, by any chance does she remember any of her family member's names? Or where she's from?"
"A cousin named Neji, and no, she doesn't remember, though she has an slight accent when speaking. It's hard to pick out through her stuttering." He said.
The officer nodded once more and pivoted around presumably on his way to leave and look up that name—Hyuuga. But Mrs. Dwight lurched forward suddenly; her plum colored heels making it difficult, and asked, "What if you can't find her file?"
Officer Harris jerked suddenly, and turned around to face Mrs. Dwight, a troubled expression on his face. "That sort of thing has never happened before, Mrs. Dwight, and if it does, well. I suppose we'll have to put her in an orphanage or foster care or something until she remembers more or until she's adopted."
"She's too fragile for that!" Said Mr. Dwight, leaning forward a bit. "She'd be crushed in the wheels of society as we know it! Kids in foster care usually have enough problems when they actually remember who they are!"
"Well will you take her? The only female CEO of Cartoon Ink. And a psychologist should easily be able to pay for more than one child. If you take her, than no one has to worry about anything except for where to sign." Said Harris, blandly. "I mean, it's not like you already aren't carrying her tab."
Just as he was going to walk away, again, he heard Mrs. Dwight's soft alto voice say, "Okay, we'd be happy to."
Yeah, that's as far as this part goes. If anyone has any suggestions for what to happen to Hinata, or has any idea how the whole adoption process goes about: please e-mail me. My e-mail is in my profile, and I'd be happy to hear from you!
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