(A/N: Thank you for those who reviewed! And thank you to those who even bothered to read in the first place! . Anyhu...Yah...Parts of this chapter was supposed to be in the first chapter instead, but I (for some unknown reason) decided to put them here...;; Oh, and I apologize for taking so long to put up chapter two...)

Disclaimer: I...MUST...OWN...NARUTO! T.T ...If I owned Naruto, I wouldn't be weeping in such a pathetic manner...Yet I am, and so, hence I do not own Naruto. T.T


"Hinata," a stern, yet somewhat familiar voice spoke, "Why do you still aim to please? Why do you always wish to do better, when you know your best isn't even close to that level of skill? Skill...You'll never have it, you'll just always be a lonely, pathetic little girl...No matter what you say, no matter what you think, there's no escaping reality. Because you know you can't. Because you're useless...you're worthless."

A faint shadow became more clear...clear enough for Hinata to see that frightening figure in front of her...One that she never thought she would see saying those cold words...with that sinister expression on their face. Finally the figure reached out to touch her shoulder, and white eyes shone in depressing hatred. Hinata stared in fright. She strongly hoped that this would be that only time she'd have to see such an evil-looking reflection of herself. "Why don't you just die?"

Gasping and sweating, Hinata opened her eyes. It was 2:00 in the morning, and the sun had not revealed, even faintly, its warm rays yet. Hinata felt quite useless...The fact that she was afraid of herself discouraged her from any ideas of becoming strong and brave. Out there, there were assassins and many other dangerous people...she didn't have to venture far to reach trouble. How can I possibly face those...things out there, if I can't even face my own failure? She had decided that the reflection in her dream was a reflection of her failure.

Sighing, Hinata turned in her bed. For some reason, she had a strange urge to go outside, and perhaps just wander around. But she was pretty sure her father would not like it if she did.

It felt empty, though, just to lie there...just to exist. Perhaps...that THING was right...she thought slowly, although she still highly disliked the idea of a reflection of herself saying those harsh words. She turned again. Useless...worthless...Those words rang in her head repeatedly. The soft pattering of rain could be heard on the window...grawing louder slowly...Useless...worthless...

Turning once more, she closed her eyes. The sky wasn't the only one weeping now.

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The Uchiha stared at the ceiling. Sleep...he couldn't reach it that night. Something was bothering him...he didn't know what, and he didn't know why. He just knew there was something. Something that didn't feel right. This is pointless...he thought, over the sounds of the rain. He sat up, a frown formed upon his face, and glared in the slight darkness at the hard object beside his bed.

The room was dim, but it was bright enough to read. Bright enough to read the journal that Naruto had unwittingly thrown at him. Slowly, he opened the hardcover journal, finding fairly neat writing inside. It was in hirigana, but occasionally some glimpses of katakana and kanji were seen. Only occasionally. He didn't really know why he was reading this...to find out whose it was?

He stared at the first page. It was empty. Turning the page gently, he found that the second page was also empty. It was the same for the next five pages...empty. Turning to the eighth page, he finally found writing. All it said, though, was 'because he'll never know' in neat, and fairly unique looking printing. Below, there was a small sketch of...shockingly enough...Uzumaki Naruto. Sasuke had to admit, it was pretty good, but he still highly doubted Naruto would be able to look that calm.

The Uchiha turned another page, only to find many poems bunched up together in the same printing, only a lot smaller. Deciding to read each one later, he skimmed through the next few pages quickly, finding more poems in small print. Sighing somewhat, he turned back to the page where they began, and started reading each one slowly. He didn't exactly have anything else to do. His eyes met the first few words, and he continued reading. And the sky continued to cry.


(A/N: I know...this was an awkward chapter...short too. . Anyhu, I apologize for taking so long...busy. .;; I'll try to finish the third chapter more quickly, and make it better too.)