I fear I am losing touch with reality. Today wasn't the first time I found myself ignoring my studies, transfixed by the pale flowing locks of pure pink that was Haruno Sakura. [SakuHina] Fluff: 2 Chapters in Alternating POV's
This is the second and last chapter of Pretty in Pink. It was a short fiction and I know that a lot of people want it to continue, but it wasn't my intention. Maybe I'll do a spin-off on the last line or another Sakura/Hinata fiction.
I want to thank everyone for their support. I really needed it. I love you guys very much and you know I do. I appreciate your reviews and I always take the time to read everyone and if you ask questions I will always take the time to reply to your reviews. So don't think I don't love the reviews. I do. I LOVE REVIEWS! They make my day.
Now, remember that I love the kunoichi of Konoha, but sometimes you need to tweak the ladies or some other character to make the plots work. In this case there is a lot of homophobia in this chapter. I know that the girls aren't mean like that but I needed it for the way this story needed to work. So please don't think that I hate Ino or TenTen because I don't.
And I know that Temari doesn't live there. I wanted another girl to even things out, okay? So I picked her. Just pretend with me, okay?
This is in Sakura's Point-Of-View. When she argues with herself, she speaks in Italic and her Inner-Selfis the bold.
Pairing:Sakura/Hinata
Warnings: This story is obviously shojo-ai! That means LESBIANISM, people! So if you don't like it don't fucking read it! I hate when people flame stories that say explicitly that they are girl/girl and people read them and are like "Oh my god, girls how gross!" Fuck off flamers.
Naruto © Masashi Kishimoto
Fanfiction © LuffyKun3695
Chapter 2: Purple
Purple…
It's an interesting color. So vibrant and unique. It's not quite red, not quite blue. I like that it can only be made by combining two gorgeous colors. The serenity of blue and the fiery hot intensity of red. It's the color of passion.
Really interesting things are purple. Things that aren't always happy, but not always sad. A happy medium between negativity and optimism. Wonderful things can be represented by purple. Things like… Hyuuga Hinata.
I cannot believe that note I found. I really can't. I'm just… floored. I didn't know that. I shouldn't know that…
"Hinata's a dyke?" My Inner-Self asked scathingly, the bitchy voice ringing in my ears.
"Don't call her that…" I wanted to turn away, but there was no one to turn from. Only myself.
"She is though and she wants YOU! Aren't you just disgusted!?"
Was I?
No. No I wasn't disgusted at all. I was kind of… intrigued.
- 0 -
The next day, I was hanging out with Ino, TenTen, and Temari in Ichiraku. I hadn't really spoken. I didn't know what to say. Hinata was on my mind, but I couldn't tell them that. Ino had just started talking to me again recently and I really didn't need to rock the boat. God why was I so weak? Why did I care what she thought?
I ignored the incessant girl chatter. The virtual "Who's Who" of sexy ninjas on a scale from one to ten. My problem? They were all guys.
"Hey guys?" I asked, voicing the question on my mind. "Why don't we ever invite Hinata to come out with us?"
Ino scoffed, flipping her shining blonde hair over her shoulder and glaring at me. I could see the answer before she said it. "Because she's a freak." The other girls giggled ruthlessly.
I froze. It was like all of my worst fears had been confirmed. How was I ever going to get closer to Hinata now? I had no idea that my friends could be so mean. I was quiet, unable to reply. I bit my lip and looked down into my bowl of ramen, mindlessly swirling it around with my chopsticks.
"Why do you care, anyway?" Ino asked, licking miso juices off her chopsticks. Why did I care? I couldn't tell her. I had no idea why I was so confused. I didn't want them to think any less of me, but shouldn't I follow my heart?
Yes… but what did it say?
"I—I don't care. I was just wondering." I stuttered, trying to cover my ass, but it wasn't working. Ino knew my game. She and I had been friends for so many years, I was surprised that she wasn't already kicking me out of the table… how could someone be so blind?
"Sure…" Ino replied. I could hear the disbelief in her tone. I'm so busted. "I mean," Ino scoffed, "It's not like you're in love with her or anything!" she laughed, shoveling ramen into her mouth. I wanted to gag, something sweet going into something foul.
"Oh, EW!" TenTen grimaced. "That's so nasty, Ino! Two girls together? BARF!" she pretended to throw up and the other girls laughed. I didn't. They were blind… so blind…
"Ugh," Temari scowled as she sipped her tea. "The idea of lesbianism appalls me. I don't understand it. I'm much too fond of men, except when they're fags." She frowned, her slender features distorted with disgust. I bit the inside of my cheek so forcefully I felt the swell of blood fill my mouth. I sipped my tea to soothe the pain, but didn't say a word.
How could this be happening? I couldn't understand. What was so gross about homosexuals? WHAT?! What was it that I didn't see…? What was it that made Hinata beautiful to me? I felt suddenly nauseous.
"Yeah I know, right?" Ino agreed, snickering. "Like that Iruka guy? He's a real fag! And he's Naruto's mentor? I'll bet that he's a little butt-pirate too! They probably have sex all the time! What freaks!" the girls burst into fits of giggles. I clutched my stomach, the pain intensifying. I should try to laugh along with them. I should try to run. I should try to— Oh god…
I decided to go. I couldn't be around them anymore. These homophobes. I had to run. I had to get away. Their laughter rang in my ears like the sound of thousands of birds' talons clawing at metal. Scratching and grating the same word over and over again. Freak….
I stood up to leave. Three pairs of protruding eyes shot up to me. "I'm not feeling well. I'm going to go home and get some sleep." I lied, my fingers swirling through my hair. I tried desperately to look convincing, but my mask was slipping.
"Oh, okay…" Ino frowned. I turned to go and a folded piece of paper dropped out of my pocket. I froze on the spot. I felt as though Ino's next few movements were in slow motion. As if she were drifting through molasses, Ino bent down to pick up the piece of paper, unfolding it. I saw her eyes widen and then a devilish smile crept up the corners of her mouth.
I thought I was going to die. I wished that I could melt into the floor. To disappear and become the creature that I was, the one without a backbone to say what she really wanted. I watched in horror as she handed to note to TenTen, who read it and passed it onto Temari. They looked at me.
Freak. Freak. Freak.
Ino spoke first. A malevolent glint flashed in her cerulean eyes, her pale brows furrowing Something told me that this was not a good sign. "So, Hinata really is a freak, huh?" she whispered, "A real carpet muncher…" Ino's voice was a growl. The words stung, even if they weren't directed at me. If I had feelings for Hinata that would make me just as awful as Ino claimed she was.
It was coming. The end of everything. The end of my friendship with all three of them. My dismissal from all social statuses in the Village. I was going to be an outcast. A freak…
"This is perfect Sakura. Now we have the evidence we need to ruin that little lezzie's life!" she snarled, her eyes flashing with a maliciousness that made my stomach drop to my feet. I sat back down, my legs unable to hold me up anymore.
TenTen played with the pink ribbons tying her buns together. "She deserves it too, for being abnormal like that. Nasty people like her deserve to be punished." She spoke slowly, as if considering her words. Temari nodded in agreement. Ino laughed evilly.
Deep inside me, I heard my Inner-Self laugh too. I was appalled. This was nothing but a game to Ino. A game Hinata was going to lose…
As if things could get any worse, the small tinkling of a bell signaled an entrance into Ichiraku. I turned to see Hinata. Ino looked as if Christmas had come early. My stomach dropped to my toes as I realized that for Ino, it had.
"Speak of the dyke." Ino sneered. Suddenly, she changed her entire disposition. She waved, calling in a sweet voice. "Oh Hinata-Chan! Come over here!" Ino said in a sing-song voice, gesturing over to the table where we were seated. The girls pushed themselves up to make room for her.
Hinata looked confused. Anyone would. Ino had never spoken to her before. In my mind I was screaming RUN, HINATA-CHAN! RUN! But Hinata walked timidly over to our table. Her steps were light on the wooden floor of the Ramen Shop, as if one wrong step and the entire floor would fall through and she would plunge into hell. Oh how right she was.
Hinata reached the table, but didn't sit. She looked down at her fingers, pulling anxiously on a stray thread in her sleeve. She was blushing heavily. She was so cute I felt myself beginning to blush too. I didn't understand my feelings, but they were similar to the ones I once felt for Sasuke.
"Why don't you sit with us?" Ino asked amiably. "You know… next to your love, SAKURA-CHAN?!" Hinata looked up, shocked. I could see the fear reflected in her pale eyes. RUN, HINATA-CHAN! I pleaded silently. The smack of the crumpled piece of paper as it slammed onto the table made Hinata jump. I could see the horror register as she read the note's small contents. Ino's voice changed slowly as she spoke, gliding seamlessly from sugary and sweet to cold and sardonic. "That's right, we know!" she growled, "You disgusting worm! You're a disgrace to the kunoichi, you nasty dyke!"
Hinata's eyes began to well up with tears. She backed away slowly. The girls closed in on her, their words striking Hinata like bullets to her unprotected flesh. She flinched as the onslaught continued.
"Dyke!"
"Queer!"
"Carpet Muncher!"
"Lezzie!"
"FREAK!"
She looked at me. Her gorgeous violet eyes pleaded with me, shining with desperate tears. What could I say? Ino turned on me, her eyes flashing, angrily. She expected me to say something. What was more important? Her… or my social life?
I whispered, "You disgust me…"
I could see the betrayal reflected on face as her as she turned and ran out the door, tears spilling down her face. The laughter of the girls bounced off her back, braying at her like a pack of hyena who had just completed their kill.
A clatter startled us. We turned to find Kiba, who had pounded his hands on the table to push himself up. His eyes were narrowed into slits. His anger radiated from him as he walked forward.
The laughing stopped.
He faced Ino, TenTen, and Temari. He didn't say a word, simply glared. "You should all be ashamed." His voice was low and filled with pure hate. His eyes bore directly into mine. I knew that he hated me for what I had done and more than that, I knew I deserved it. "You don't know anything, you ignorant bitches." Kiba growled at us in his rough, dog-like voice. "You're the disgusting ones…" he stalked out of the bar.
Oh my God… what have I done?
- 0 -
I was alone in my room.
Seated on my bed, my sheets were in tangles around my feet. I dragged my knees up to my chest and placed my chin onto them. My bangs fell over my soaking wet eyes. I felt unfocused and needy. I began to shake uncontrollably, burying my head in my in my knees.
"Ugh… don't tell me you're actually thinkingabout this shit!"the nasty whine of my Inner-Self intruded into my thoughts. It disgusted me that that voice belonged to me. How could something so rude and cruel be another side of me? It wasn't fair. IT WASN'T FAIR!
I began to cry. My Inner-Self was the source of all my hostility. All the mean things I'd ever said. To Naruto. To Lee. To… Hinata? I was as bad as Ino and those guys. No. I was worse. At least they were comfortable with themselves. They could admit who they were. What was I? A coward! A coward that had hurt Hinata!
What's wrong with you?
I think I did the wrong thing… I hurt Hinata.
Why do you care?
Because I shouldn't be like that, I shouldn't hurt people.
She's a dyke, she's not a person.
What!? That's so cruel!
Who gives a fuck?
Me! I do!
Then why did you say that to Hinata?
I… I…
You don't know why, because you have no idea who you are.
She was right. She was absolutely right. I had no idea who I was. I was simply a coward that couldn't admit to herself that she was gay… that's when it hit me, I WAS GAY!I was a big, fat dyke! And I should be proud! I had to be myself!
I understood finally.
My hostility. My Inner-Self! Her anger, her words, it was all because I couldn't come out! She was my fear of my own homosexuality. It had personified itself in the depths of my mind to torment me and distress me into coming to terms with myself. I was just like Hinata-Chan.
HINATA! Oh Hinata-Chan, what had I done? She was so beautiful. I realized then what a mistake I had made. I recognized that I was in love with Hinata. She was gorgeous and sweet and I had pushed her away! I had punished her. I stood up and ran out of the house. I needed to save my relationship with Hinata!
Go. Be yourself. Just go…
Thank you.
- 0 -
I found Hinata in a clearing near the forest by where I had taken my first exam with Kakashi. The cherry blossoms were in bloom, petals drifting slightly in the wind. I spotted Hinata. She was sitting in the middle of the grassy clearing, picking the petals off of a daisy and talking with Kiba.
I walked over. I was so scared I was shaking. I couldn't screw this up. This was my last chance to save things with Hinata.
"Excuse me?"
They turned. Hinata's eyes filled with tears immediately. I felt my stomach twist into knots, what kind of person was I? Kiba's eyes flashed in anger. His little dog popped out of his hood, glaring at me as well. He shot up immediately, moving himself in front of Hinata to protect her. I couldn't blame him. If I were him, I'd try to protect her from me too.
"Please, let me speak to Hinata." I begged, choking as I tried to swallow down my own tears. Hinata looked so pitiful, the tears streaming down her face, tears that I had made.
"Why? So you can just insult her more?!" Kiba snarled. Akamaru joined in his growling. I felt like shit. How could I have let things go this far? Why was I so afraid of being different? Different was beautiful. I only had to look at Hinata to see that.
"Please, Kiba-san. Please…" my voice was weak. I was trying to implore him. I needed to make things right. I needed him to see that I wasn't going to hurt her again. That I couldn't hurt her again.
Hinata stood up and touched his shoulder. He turned to her and growled quietly. She nodded. Kiba stiffened then sighed. He shrugged before moving aside. Her teammate walked away. Akamaru turned around to stare at me. I felt all my emotions well up inside of me. This was my chance… Hinata was giving me my chance.
I bowed my head and said, "I'm sorry."
She nodded to show that she heard me and replied indignantly. "What else do you have to say for yourself? Are you just pretending… o—or do you r—really care?" she crossed her arms, turning away slightly. She was trying to stay strong, but her voice shook with sadness.
I felt tears form at the corners of my own eyes. I tapped her shoulder and she turned to me, I looked into her translucent eyes and whispered, "Hinata-Chan… I—I don't know why I was so scared to admit this but I think I'm gay."
Her eyes widened in pure shock. She was caught off guard. This was the last thing she had expected. "Y—you are?!" she gasped. Her shy voice was so cute, I nearly swooned. I nodded slowly, blushing immensely. I was so embarrassed it felt like our personalities had been switched.
It suddenly became too much for my legs for the second time that day and I sat in the grass. Hinata looked down at me, confused, then followed suit. We sat across from each other and I placed my hand on hers. I felt her body tense. I stared into her eyes, trying to read her.
"Look," I sighed, trying to find the right words. "I found your note in the classroom. I didn't know why I felt about it at first… I was scared, but I was never disgusted." my voice did not sound like my own. It shook with self doubt as I opened my soul to her. Exposing my deepest secrets to her, praying that she would accept me, "I did not understand how to deal with the situation. I didn't want Ino and those guys to hate me but I see now, that's not who I should care about. I should care about you. No, I do care about you." I laced my finger with hers.
Tears began to drip down her face once again. She smiled weakly. "Sakura…" she whispered my name and without warning, leaned forward into me. Our lips connected.
All my fears melted away with that kiss. Her lips felt warm and soft on mine and somehow it felt right to be kissing her. I let my lips slide open and my tongue met Hinata's. I let the kiss take me away to another world. Fantasies of out life together swirled in my head. Paradise was laid out in front of me and it seemed so tangible. Everything I had ever wanted had always been there and I had just been too ignorant to see it.
I broke the kiss and we stared at each other for a moment.
"What about Ino and those guys?" Hinata asked, her voice husky.
"Fuck them." I laughed. Hinata joined me and I leaned into her for another quick kiss.
"Enough! Enough!" Kiba yelled, running across the field to break us apart. "Save it for the bedroom!" he directed, smacking his hands between our lips. We grinned and giggled.
Kiba held out a friendly hand and I placed mine in his. He pulled me up. I leaned down to pull Hinata to her feet. We smiled at each other. The three of us began to walk across the field in a group, Hinata's hand in mine. Akamaru trailed after us, nipping at butterflies. "So, wanna go to the Ichiraku?" Kiba asked us, snickering.
"Oh, hell no." I laughed. Hinata gripped my hand. Her hand was warm in mine and it felt comforting. Even though it was new and scary, somehow I had never felt safer or more real. Hinata leaned onto my shoulder. Her soft purple hair brushing my cheek and I found that I didn't give a flying fuck if anyone saw. Not even Ino.
"Yeah, let's go to a Sushi Bar instead. I'm in the mood." Hinata beamed.
"Sounds great!" Kiba clapped. I smiled at her and winked. She matched my grin with a loveliness that made my heart jump to my throat. I couldn't believe how lucky I was she was here with me right now. I was so happy I could barely speak.
We headed towards the edge of the field.
In the distance we spotted two figures moving behind a tree, obviously making out. We stopped in our tracks. We didn't want to interrupt, but we definitely wanted to know the identities of the participants.
Kiba squinted, "HEY! Is that… Naruto and Sasuke?!"
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