She finally meets Naruto!! Hooooorah!!

And Hinata is sort of portrayed as slightly depressed.

But keep reading :)


By fourth period I'm so hungry I can barely move. As I walk in I notice... art class has one good factor, and that's to control my hunger by smelling like linseed oil.

Now all I have to do is to pretend I'm listening and try not to puke.

Did I mention I hate art class?

I have this habit of surveying the room. Both kunoichis are back to talking full force. They giggle and point to the back of someone who looks suspiciously like Sasuke. I figure there are only about two classes going at the same time in this dinky eighth grade for me to be stuck with them again.

The teacher, though not old, had white hair, one visible eye, the gracefulness of a dog, and a black, tight-fitting mask. Painful.

Kakashi Hatake, he writes on the board. He wears drab gray colors.

Dog man, I embellish in my head.

He passes out the parent-teacher-student-we-are-one-gigantic-happy-family contracts and sits back to let us talk until the bell rings. Good with me. I doodle in my notebook. A flower. A kunai. A kunai piercing a flower. I could have laughed at the irony but don't feel like it.

I don't laugh anymore, not since -

"So we're free to talk the whole period...that's cool," says someone behind me appreciatively.

I turn around, expecting to see another drone dressed in gray.

But no. It was all orange, pure fresh orange, and very bright at that. The blond kid was sitting leisurely with his feet on the back of my chair.

I choose this opportunity to slide my chair forward a few feet. I hope he has insurance.

"Aaaah-eeee!" he yells, his legs comically flailing. He pitched forward, his eyes like saucers.

Even I crack a smile, until he grabbed the nearest solid thing he touched - the legs of my chair.

The wind whoooooooshed out of me as I fall, my hands frantically trying to hold something strong for support.

They don't. And I hit the floor, winded, seeing the blond kid grinning and offering a hand.

"Dijabou?" he inquires, still holding out a hand. He has a rather large bruise on his arm, and I feel sorry for what I'd done, but that thought flashes away like the other ones, leaving behind the tough and reolute Hinata behind.

I pick myself up and forefully sidestep him. I sat down on my chair, catching my breath and trying to ignore the penetrating stares.

I succeed, and they look away to leave me alone. I have a good force field.

A tap makes me turn around. Now what is it?! Angry, irritated Hinata is back.

Funny. I haven't felt much anger since...

"Who are you, anyway?" he asks, squinting. The lines on his cheeks stand out, black next to his skin.

"..." I choose not to talk. Let them think I'm mental. Anything but talk.

"What's your name?"

Your face.

His eyes widen, as if he finally realizes something. "Ohhh, you're Hinata, right? Neji's cousin? You have the same eyes."

The pink-haired girl slaps his head. "Naruto!" she exclaims, as he yells. "What did you do now? Stop annoying the crap out of people!"

Good for her. I try not to yawn. The second tick by as she berates him for annoying, for existing, for breathing. For existing.

If...If I hadn't existed, what would the Hyuuga clan be like? Would Hanabi be ruler? Would she be the reason for the demis is Neji's father?

...would Neji hate her as much as he hates me now?

I wish...

if life is existence, then what is death? A passing, a grievance...and - then...

everyone...

forgets about you.

"Hinata." The voice is remarkably close. The pink-haired kunoichi stands there, holding a yelling Naruto by one painfully throbbing ear.

"H-huh?" I snap out of my memories. "What?"

I...spoke.

"Are you okay?" She peers at me, as if she can read my mind, peer into its inky depths. "Naruto is such a pain sometimes. Sorry, okay?"

I nod hazily. The bell rings. For once, I don't bolt out of the classroom.


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