A/N: Hey people, sorry I have been having a bad time lately and that's why it's been affecting my updates.

Three more chapters to go.

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DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Naruto

The next morning….

"Hinata, Hinata, Hinata…." A feminine voice chanted continuously all over accompanied with a shaking. She gently opened her eyes and saw her mother shaking her awake.

She sat-up in her bed and rubbed the sleep off her eyes. "Mother, what's wrong?" She asked as she yawned. Her mother had a worried look, so she shaped-up herself to listen, this is probably a serious matter. "Your father wishes to see you in his study. Now." With that her mother looked at her one more time, with the same worry filled eyes before leaving her alone.

Father wishes to see me?

As she stood from her bed, he noticed that her sketchbook is missing and with that she had an idea of what it will be about. A fear ebbed within her but not because she had been discovered, but she fears of what his father might have done with her treasure, with her secret passion.

She made herself presentable as best as she could in the fastest time ever and hurried to her father's study. She gathered all the courage she has in every fiber of her being before knocking on the door.

It's now or never… With that she entered the room.

Heated shouts and screams were exchanged inside the room.

"What is the meaning of THIS?!!!" Her father shouted/demanded at her as he slammed something on his table.

Never in her life had she ever seen her father this angry and as she stared at the thing his father just slammed she was filled with relief but also with sadness, it was her sketchbook. Relief, because her treasure is safe and sadness because her father seems to be most unhappy about it.

Her father had discovered her passion for fashion designing and he was not so happy about it.

"Absurd sketches!!! What has come into you in wasting your time drawing clothes and other junks like that?!!!. If you had the time to waste in nonsensical things such as this, well I say you just use them reading a medical book, THAT will help in your career in the future NOT THIS!!!" Her father angrily pointed at the opened sketch book of fancy blouses, dresses and skirts.

They are NOT absurd, nonsensical or junks… She felt a righteous anger seared inside her chest as she looked-up in her father's face with the defiance she feels.

Her father gave her an intimidating cold stare, challenging her to say something. "You will go to England with your uncle and that's the end of this. Throw this junk away now!" His father insisted, referring to her drawings as the so called junks.

Hinata still fueled with the righteous anger she feels and the anger over the indignation that her sketches had received, she stood her ground. There's no way she's backing anymore.

Now's the time, I'm going to break all the deceptions that I freely chained on me…

"Forgive me father but no! These aren't junks!" She felt her eyes beginning to get wet with unshed tears. Hiashi's eyes were reduced in slits with the defiance of her daughter. Never had she ever defied him on anything. "Hinata, after all I have done for you, this is how you will treat me?! Do you know that you are disrespecting me as your father?!" He asked her in a very angered voice.

No father… I am merely respecting my dreams for once and no, I mean no disrespect… She said to herself as she gathered all her courage and form her words.

"Father I have always respected you, I still do and I will always do but… I'm through with this all…" She paused for a bit as tears glided down her cheeks as she looked-up to gaze on her father's eyes.

"I wish to follow my heart and do something for myself, so I'm sorry father but I hope you understand." With that she left her father's study but before she left, she saw something different in his eyes, different from the rage and disappointment in his eyes… How could she name it… Shock? No, it's more like admiration… But she's not sure of anything anymore…

Outside she saw her mother, who probably had been listening all along.

"Hinata, dear…" She tried to approach her daughter but she motioned her to stop.

"Tomorrow, I'll leave for France… To study fashion designing. I don't know where it would take me but… I will pursue my passion no matter where it may take me…"

With that she headed to her room. She looked over her mother who was starting to shed silent tears. "Forgive me mother for letting you down, with that I am sincerely sorry, but I am not and will never be sorry for my decision, mother… I can't be sorry for pursuing my dreams for setting them aside for a long time. Mother, please, try to be happy for me as your daughter bravely chasing her dreams."

A/N: On the side, I should be happy cause, It's finally vacation. I live in a catholic country, namely, Philippines, that's why we have no classes during holy week. Review people. No review No update. Sorry if I'm mean now, I'm stress right now.