(AN: And here is Hinata... Alright, alright.. this one is definitely a bit OOC, but to tell you the truth... I don't think I could write Hinata asthe timid little creature she is. I feel... Well, I don't like her. Frankly, I rather hate her. Not even a fan of most Hinat X Naruto literature, for thepure and simple fact that her absolute timidity drives me insane. But I degress, no stammering words, but I believe I captured the state of shock well enough, along with her still standing love, and the regret. If not, tell me. I probably won't do a rewrite, but that dosn't mean it won't help me portray her better later on,ja?)
Kage of the Graves:
The Mourning Dawns.
I will never forget the sight I saw, that fateful morning when Konoha's loudest and brightest was forever silenced and darkened. At the time, I was doing desk duty at the Hokage Tower, something I have never enjoyed, and am now unsure if I can ever perform in that capacity again. I remember… looking up with a fake smile on my face, ready to greet the newcomer - until my throat tightened like a vice, and my jaw slacked until it nearly unhinged. For there… in the arms of my current love, was the deceptively peaceful form of my first and deepest crush.
How could I possibly describe the way it affected me? I had never completely gotten over him - the boy with the golden hair and the eyes that were the same color of a romantic summer sky over a park. No, I still pined for his touch on occasion, despite being firmly committed and in love with my Inuzuka boy. I fear that I may have fainted at the time, for my memory begins to grow unclear. You see, all I can remember from that point on is pain. Not the physical anguish that a Kunoichi becomes distressingly familiar with, but a cold stab of icy depression directly into my heart. Naruto-kun… How could you do this? I so often longed for you to return my sentiments, but you never seemed to figure it out. How could you still feel so alone after all these years?
We tried, all of us, to make you feel accepted. When the villagers threw you out of restaurants, did we not take you into our homes? When things became to harsh, did we not hold you through your tears without a word? Oh, Naruto-kun…
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Hovering an inch or so below the ceiling, the swirling vortex of his tails making such aero-skills a thing of nonchalance, Naruto watched the scene below him unfold with a heavy heart. Hinata lay in absolute shambles, the strong and semi-confident Kunoichi she had become over the years was banished far from the fetal ball the blue haired, lavender eyed girl had reverted to.
Naruto watched, focusing intently on the stoic boy and the trembling girl - the shouts for attention and urgent need were largely ignored, allowing what was unimportant to fade into a muffled backdrop. Had he done what was right? Of this, he was sure. So many years doing all for others, he felt justified in his singular selfish act - his plea for an escape from the pain. But still…
-"Hinata… Kiba, I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt either of you… But I could no longer hold onto hope."-
(AN: So, what is ghost Naruto doing? Do I have pl;ans for him yet? Not really, but I've got a few ideas. Look out for another new chapter soon, probably within a few hours of this ones postings.
