Summary:

[REVISED] Naruto realized his feeling for Hinata. But he found out that she could never be his. She said she was married. A forbidden jutsu bound her to another eye.

Disclaimer:

Masashi Kishimoto

AN:

CHAPTER 1 REVISED. I wasn't Naruto fans. I stopped reading the manga years ago. So there would be a lot of things that didn't match with canon. But that's what fanfiction for, wasn't it? I'd try to update but Idk if I would

Warning: Unbeta-ed, grammar error, spelling error, OOC, slight NaruHina, hints of NejiHina, ItaHina, might be SasuHina. I love Hinata.

English isn't my first language. Making up about fuuinjutsu.

Chapter 1

"Hinata-chan, why..." Naruto looked in disbelieve. "Why... Did..."

Their lips were a millimeter apart when she screamed and stumbled backward. The midnight-haired kunoichi fell to her knees, clutching her left eyes. His eyes widen, expression blank, the gear in his brain refused to work when he saw it. It was pale, almost transparent, but vivid enough to be real. Red and black whirled underneath gray with streak of lavender eye. It looked familiarly complex.

Blue eyes studied the quivering figure in front of him, "Is it Mangekyou Sharingan?"

He was tense. The memory of a white-haired woman who possessed both Byakugan and Sharingan surfacing. It was different, but alarming still.

In another place, a black-haired man knelt in pain. He clutched his burning right eye and stayed still, although his body wanted to move. Anger arose like someone wanted to steal something he owns.

"Naruto-kun..." she said softly.

She looked at the full moon with a solemn expression on her face. Long dark blue hair swayed gently with the wind.

"I'm sorry. I'm a selfish person." a gentle smile crept upon her lips.

"The story you are about to hear will not reach others' ears. Could you please promise me?"

The blond young man nodded seriously, "I promise..."

She turned her head slightly and smiled, "Thank you."

She retracted her head and looked up once again, toward the moon. However, the short moment kept repeating in the young man's head. He gulped and tried to focus despite his fast-beating heart.

Hinata started, "Naruto-kun, I'm married." She inhaled deeply, "For a long time."

Naruto could hear something shattered inside him. Constricting his breath and throat. Hurt his chest in each pulse. He began questioning her feeling. For a moment, he felt betrayed.

"Who..." his voice strained.

"He has passed away for years now."

The first name that came to his name was Neji. But he kept silent. He decided to hear her story.

"I know it was selfish when I told you that I loved you when Pein attacked. Even though he had gone, I shouldn't have told you. I was sure that I wouldn't make it. I wanted you to know, to remember. I didn't think straight and ended up trying to burden you with my confession. Although, even if I survived that battle, I knew that there's no future for us. And then this time, I let myself be swayed by hope when you deserved better."

Naruto was confused. He didn't understand a single thing she had said. Each word hid a story behind it. So he did what will be the best thing to do. Waiting.

"There was a boy," nostalgia crept in her eyes. "A gentle boy whose burden was too big for his yet matured shoulder. Responsibility, expectation, and title were harming him over and over. There's no one he could turn to, they said bear it and be strong. So he patched himself. Despite his beautiful figure, he was a tattered cloth. Then he met a weak girl who was beaten by fate."

She took a deep breath, "Both were from two powerful clans which demands weren't easy to fill, especially him. The boy was one of a kind genius. That made his load was the heavier one of the two. As time went by, they tried to mend each other. They weren't happy, but at the very least, they could bring smiles to each other."

The story would be ugly. That's what the Jinchuriki thought when the chill wind blew gently. Still, he had to listen until the very end.

"It was near his thirteenth birthday when things had changed. He grew restless by days. At first, he didn't want to share anything, but how could she patch him if the thorn was hidden? When he told her, the seven years old girl was terrified. It wasn't something a child could mend. Then one day, he snapped." Her voice was trembling slightly.

Horrifying thought invaded the man. His mind began to gather the clues. In disbelief, all pointed to one person.

"He wailed." She said after composing herself. "Silent tears were common for him, but fussing wasn't. He let all his emotion ran amok. Sadness and anger dominated him. He had lost his cousin and hope at the same time. Burdening him with two bad options that those adults spewed. Then he chose his loved one, his only brother. What could the girl do at that point? She was weak. She had no voice in her clan furthermore village. She could do nothing but became his support. Because she couldn't let him broke alone."

Hinata turned and faced Naruto. A sad smile adorned her face, tears fell from those moonlight eyes.

"His bitter personality surfaced. He said he would leave the village after his bloody mission succeeded. The girl would be left alone and free of additional duty named an unstable teenager. She could focus on her blonde idiot love. He ranted about a hypothetically life as missing-nin. Which a house was probably and the home was luxury he would never get."

Her tears dried and warmth radiated from her eyes, "She said if Konoha couldn't be his home anymore, then she would. The sour boy laughed at her, maniacally. He slammed and pinned her on a tree. Dark eyes watched her sharply, his fingers surrounded her neck. If he put a bit more pressure, she would have been gone for good. He told her that he believed in no words. Because words were futile, they could become lies with time. Verbal couldn't be taken account, because one's memories were easy to be buried. He needed assurance and that what the girl gave him."

Naruto dreaded. He was sure who the boy was. Blue eyes dulled as the weight of knowledge pressed him.

"He wanted them to be bound by an ancient marriage binding. It was a one-way restriction. The woman would be bound to the man and could only be annulled when one of them died. It would prevent the wife to be intimated with other men but not in the other way around. She agreed to it. No matter how unfair it looked."

Hinata touched her left eye, "They didn't want to offer something broken to each other, like heart. So they tied it with their eyes, Dojutsu. Something that both of them cherished and needed."

She smiled at the downcast man in front of her, "That's the whole story, Naruto-kun."

Moments passed in silence. Chilling wind caressed their figure softly, reminding them that the night grew late. Hinata didn't move from her spot, neither did Naruto. Both were struggling with their minds.

"Hasn't he died?" Naruto asked.

"Yes…" pain could be seen from those pale eyes. "But his eye is still alive."

Blue eyes widen, "Sasuke…"

A rarely seen stern gaze pierced him, "This won't be heard by him." Gentle and firm voiced her finality, leaving no room for disagreement.

"Hinata-chan, you knew that this information can bring you a whole lot mess?" he grimaced.

Her lips turned upward slightly, "I know. The village won't let me go when they knew. Furthermore, Uchiha-san… I don't know what his reaction will be, but I'm sure it won't be pretty."

Although there were a lot of things to ask, Naruto bit his tongue. Because it was pointless. Nothing could be done to change the situation. However, Hinata knew that closure was needed.

"Naruto-kun, thank you. You are my inspiration." She remembered about a sick body walked away from her. "You've made me keep on going all these years."

Image of herself invaded her head. About when she wanted to run and hugged that man. Forcing him to forget about his impending death. She chanted the blonde's name like a spell to keep her root on her spot while the sickly back disappeared from her optical range.

The gathered tears threatened to fall, "You kept me strong." Warm hands pressed her to a hard body. "You are the reason why I can keep my promise. You are everything I wish for."

The Jinchuriki hold the sobbing woman tightly. It was bittersweet. Her words hurt and elating him at the same time. She was a woman who readied to die for him. Her beloved cousin died for him because of the love they'd never share. Devotion was a Hyuga thing, he concluded. He fell for her, but she would never be his. Because of his best friend's eyes. What a joke. It's like karma of his sightless self.