(A/N: Ahahaha...Yah...last chapter was weird... . I apologize...;; I hope this one's better...)

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, because if I did...I probably wouldn't be sitting here typing up a fanfic, or a disclaimer that says I don't own Naruto.


The sky is weeping
Tears of snow...
Tears so beautiful...
Yet tears so cold.
Tears of sorrow...
Tears of pain.
Tears so pure...
Yet tears so stained.'

The words...the tune rang in her head. Why? She didn't know. She didn't even remember where they were from. Yet...they sounded familiar...like the words softly whispered from the lips of someone she had lost. Someone. It made the Hyuuga girl wonder...it made her wonder if she really had lost someone...or if it was another one of those stupid feelings. Similar to the feeling that nagged at her every second now, ever since that morning. That morning...what was she thinking? It was still 'that morning'...just a few hours later. Perhaps it was because she couldn't get what happened off her mind...but it seemed almost like days. Only three mere hours had passed since that moment though. That painful moment.

Sighing, Hinata turned again. She had been turning and thinking these past hours, while tears fell from her eyes and the sky. Turning her face onto the pillow, she took in a deep breath and wiped her tears. With her eyes closed, Hinata turned again, so her face was to the ceiling. She wiped her tears again with her sleeve, but it was no use. They kept falling. She kept her arm there, so no one could see her tearful eyes...even if there wasn't anyone around. A small, sorrowful smile formed on her lips...I'm too sensitive...I'm too weak...I'm useless...I'm worthless...her smile faded as the words 'useless' and 'worthless' entered her thoughts.

What she did next, didn't seem like something Hinata would ever do. It was as if some other person...that seemed to look exactly like Hinata...only with white eyes that reflected hatred instead of peace...with lips that were formed in a cold smirk instead of a warm smile...and with a voice that threw only pain instead of aid...Someone that seemed like a reflection of what she thought was her failure. Perhaps she felt as though she was under too much pressure, or perhaps she didn't feel very well that morning...perhaps...but Hyuuga Hinata of the Konoha Village would be one of the last to be expected to preform such a deed.

Hinata slowly walked out of bed, the seemingly deadly smirk still resting on her lips, and stood in front of her reflection in the mirror. Her tears had dried, and so had the kindness in her eyes. She lifted a palm, and slapped herself. A slight snickering came from her mouth afterwards, followed by a shout of "I HATE YOU" and the sound of shattering glass.

Perhaps she had had enough of being a shy, quiet, and, in her father's eyes, pathetic person. Perhaps it hurt her too much inside...and she had never discovered that hatred inside. Perhaps.

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Hyuuga Neji awoke at the startling sound. It sounded like Hinata. But why would she say such a thing? And who could there be for her, one of the most gentle people he knew, to hate so much?

Without much thought, he rushed to Hinata's room, knocking on the door, "Hinata-sama! Are you alright in there?" There was no answer, so he pushed open the door.

Hinata lay, sleeping peacefully in her bed, with a smile on her face. She must be having a good dream, he mused, forgetting about the shout. He then noticed the shattered mirror. Slowly, Neji walked towards it.

The gentle Hyuuga girl awoke, yawning slightly. Seeing Neji, she stared sleepily. "What's wrong?" she said simply, in a quiet, tired tone.

Neji glanced at her, "The mirror. What happened?"

Hinata's eyes grew wide, and she gasped quietly. "I-I'm sorry! I think I could've broken it...when I got up earlier...to go to the bathroom! I...remember tripping...on something...when I came back...and I must have...thrown...something...accidentily..." she murmured slightly.

The boy nodded slowly, "Well then...I'm sorry for bothering you, Hinata-sama."

"O-Oh...it's okay...I'm just...kind of tired right now...and...I want to go back to sleep now, please," Hinata looked into his eyes, with her own sleepy eyes.

Neji, bowed, and walked back out, closing the door quietly behind him. As he walked back into his room, he peered slightly through the open door of Hinata's father's room, and found that he lay undisturbed in his bed. Many thoughts were in his mind...If Hinata tripped before, wouldn't he have heard it? And wouldn't she have realized it broke? How could she forget it in such a short period of time, and be asleep so quickly as well? Hinata, he thought, you're a sad liar.

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The younger Uchiha brother blinked at the last poem in the journal.

'The many days I've waited,
The many days I've hoped,
But you still make me wonder...
When will I get my chance?
Why can't I bring out my courage?
Why can't I tell you how I feel?
And please, I would like to know,
Why can't you notice me?'

It was...not really the best one he read. Kind of...pathetic, he said in his mind. It was probably, in his opinion, the worst one in the book. "My 'chance'," he murmured under his breath, "Sad."

No one would really expect Sasuke, probably the calmest, most aloof guy in Konoha, to read out of someone's journal. It wasn't exactly like he respected others, but at least he seemed to know better than that. He, himself, kind of found it awkward to be reading out of someone's journal...someone's private thoughts written in words on paper. No one, not even himself, would expect him to do what he did next. The owner of the book probably would expect him least out of all the people to do such a thing.

He slowly picked up a pencil...and wrote a poem in the blank page...one that he had remembered from a long time ago. It was short, but it was an okay kind of poem. He didn't remember where it was from...just a voice murmuring the words softly. He finished quickly, and shut the book carefully.

Afterwards, he felt something like regret. What the hell was a doing? he thought. It was as if...it was someone he didn't know, who looked exactly like him, did that. He smirked, Stupid thoughts...

He still didn't know why he did what he did. He didn't want to know.

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There are things you want to know, but you don't. There are things that you don't want to know, but you do. Life is like that. Deal with it. Hinata's eyes opened. She reached in the darkness for her journal, wanting to write down what she had just heard herself say in her mind. She didn't feel well, nor did she feel like her usual self. Grabbing a piece of scrap paper and a worn out looking pencil instead, she wrote it down quickly. The reason why was unknown, she just did. Sighing slightly, she jammed the paper and pencil in her her desk in her room, and went back to bed, remembering the shocking thing she did not long ago.

She still didn't know why she did what she did. She didn't want to know.


(A/N: Okay...I know, this chapter's really messed up...hardly any of it makes sense...I made up the poem in the beginning really quickly, so I apologize if it sucks like hell...I wrote this fanfic in approximately an hour or two, so I apologize for any mistakes, or any things that don't even fit the character. Ehehehe...I forgot what Hinata's father's name was, gomenasai. .;; Perhaps I rushed a bit too much...I hope I didn't mess up too much though...)