I'm just writing a random poem to fill up a eetle beetle space up here Of course it's not as nearly as wide as Sakur'as forehead (I just thought of thought. Funny. I don't know why I'm being such a Lumberry today.)

Title: It's Fatal

Narrated by: Narrator (me of course!!!)

Little Naruto Uzumaki

Sat in a corner,

Watching the girls all go by.

Along came Sakura,

And he said, "Hi, Sakura!"

And that's how he got a black eye.

Neji: It's stupid and pointless.

Me: W-wah-wah...!!

Neji: Hn.


"Hinata!" A girl in a simple white night-gown is perched rather lightly on the stairs, frozen like a painting. I see the graceful small hands, the small tilt of her head, the bleak landscape of her face, with white, white, white eyes.

A thud in my heart. It's suddenly heavy.

She's -


From the last farewell...

"Do you...have to go?"

"Yea. You know the answer, Nee-chan. It's what Father says, so..." she trails off deliberately, then studies my face. "It'll be fine."

My throat is dry and I feel the tears slipping through my eyes. It suddenly seems as if she were the older sister and I the smaller one. I...hate...it.

"I'll miss you."

"Same here. This rich boarding school's probably not all it's cracked up to be, right? It'll suck. So much for pleasing Dad."

Even though her mouth is then closed tightly, she does not cry. Her shoulders do not shudder, her eyes do not blink. She does not betray her emotions.

And she does not shed a tear. Unlike me. She's stronger, surer. That's why it is she who is signed up for the good, wealthy life.

And it's me who's left to rot.

"G-good luck then...you'll need it."

Funny how much this differs from my opinion -

Just go, dammit! Get out of my sight. You're better. I don't care I don't care I wish you didn't exist I wish you were dead.

"You too, Hinata. You too."

I remember a faint smell of flowers as I hugged my sibling for the last time.

But it's not the last time...


She's back.

Hanabi Hyuuga, real live and close, flesh and blood. My little sister.

Her hair has changed - it's longer but shorter than Neji's, combed and slightly wavy. She looks much taller and less rail-like. Large orb-like eyes rest on a thin face. She was nearly six when she went to boarding school. Math; three years have passed - she's nine now.

Nine...almost ten...

And yet so adult-like, like a miniature of Hiashi. Proud nose, sharp chin. Eyes that are so much older than the actual age - eyes like Neji's.

"Hinata?" The rational part of my brain is saying "no-duh; it's obvious," but the emotional counterpart of me won't accept it; Who is she?...I've never seen her before.

"Hey, you weren't like this the last time I saw you," she says, leaping down sprightly. Her hand grazes my hair. "What happened to your hair, Onee-chan? And Hiashi's not here, either - that's odd. He always mopes around the house."

At the mention of my deceased father's name I know my face has turned white.

"Hinata? How come you're so..." She eyes the dark circles under my sharply contrasting pale eyes.

"You've changed. I'm Hanabi. Don't tell me you forgot. I know I changed, but..." She hasn't. Not one bit. She's still the sycophant I hated. Loathed.

Not the slightest noise escapes my lips. She sighs. "I'm Hanabi," she repeats, and looks upwards and points towards Father's room. "My luggage is in his room. Remember? I'm supposed to visit?"

I blink, the gesture foreign. "Th-that's fine." Cobwebs are stuck in my throat, my brain, my heart. "I - I'll talk to you tomorrow." At least the words are coherent. "S-sorry," I rasp. I feel her gaze as I rush past her, rush past my...past...

"Hinata!" she calls yet again, but this time I ignore it deliberately, locking the door.


It's five o'clock. I know, because I haven't slept for a single minute and I've been watching the clock. About six hours ago I heard the door of the room next to mine shut softly, and footsteps.

I can't sleep. It sounds stupid, but I've just realized I've been taking my ability to sleep for granted. Always, it's me who's the log. Me that Father always scolded. Me who slept solely for the purpose of escaping.

Escaping...

It's futile and I know it in my bones. Quickly I throw off the covers - it's freezing, and even though I expect it, the cold knocks my breath away - and slip on my clothes. They're just as icy, and I shiver.

Out the window. I've never done it - I didn't need to - but on this first time, it feels so natural. Escape. I slide down the roof noiselessly and jump off onto the grass, trying to be as invisible as possible.

All my life I've done it, been it without meaning to. It's not hard at all.

Where to go? It feels so free. Konoha looks inviting even in the night. There are no people in the streets - all is silent. But the lights remain on, as if they're substituting for people.

A thought crosses my mind lightly, but it echoes a thousand times like raindrops. Sas...uke...

The first reasonable thought to stay in my mind. I'll visit him. After all, it's my fault he got hurt, I've been worrying, I have absolutely nothing else better to do, and otherwise I'm entitled to a house with Hanabi.

Konoha Hospital, radiates a glow-in-the-dark sign. I see nurses and late-shift-doctors walking around, busy, like they were perfect for the job and knew their goals in life. I enter warily, trying to look inconspicuous yet present enough so the receptionist can notice me.

She does. "You are here for..."

"To see Sasuke?" It comes out as a question and I strengthen my voice. "Sasuke Uchiha."

She nods and rifles in a towering stack of orange papers next to her. "Uchiha..." She takes out the paper. I wonder how on earth she's going to ever manage to place it back. "Room 105."

"Thanks."

What I didn't thank her for was directions. Pretty soon I find myself in hallways where there are old people, badly damaged. I take a blind left, trying to erase the lost looks one of the old men had.

And there it is, in bold, overestimated print. Room 105. Haven of comfort after my home of hell.

I don't bother to knock. He's probably going to be asleep, anyway.

The light from the hallway gradually seeps in. He speaks right away. "Who is it? I know you're there."

I start, my grip still on the doorknob. The seam of light that spills on the floor shudders. I focus on it, trying to make my voice sound sure and clear. "I'm Hinata. I..." Frantially I search in my mile-long list of excuses but come up empty-fisted. Crap. What now?

"Hinata?" There's a trace of surprise, but the inside is guarded. It's like peering into a glass aquarium and finding that the fish are really floating in an opaque box that I can't see into. "Come in, then..."

Walk, step, inch, nanometer. "Um...Gomenasai for bothering you. I was just..."

"That's okay." His silhouette reaches up and flicks on the light.

The world morphs and changes. Sasuke is in his bed, propped up by thick pillows. I notice that there are eleven get-better-soon cards and at least thirty chocolates on his bedstand.

"So...?"

"I was just...worried..." I look at anything but his eyes, afraid of what they were carrying. Disgust? Curiosity? What-a-weird-girl? "...that you were hurt or something. I - I don't know. It's stupid. I should have, well..."

He leans back on the headboard, his face clearly exhausted. "That's fine."

A few loud ticks of the clock pass before I decide to sit down on the chair that was farthest away from his bed. "It's just..." It's just nothing, you idiot, I curse myself. It's just stupid. You're portraying yourself as a total idiot here!

There is a mark on his neck.

It's dark and -

He shifts to look at me. "So?" he asks, as if expecting for me to say something. "What?"

All thoughts of the mark fade away into nothingless as I stare into his pool of black eyes. "I don't know. I couldn't sleep," I confess. His eyes are omniscient.

He sighs and looks down. "What is it? Flowers? Cards? Chocolate? Hurry up and get it done with."

"Wh-what?!"

His mouth quirks up. "Don't think that you're the first one. The other girls arrived around three. I'm going to die of insomnia, I just know it.

Anyway..." His half-smile disappears. "Get it over with. It's annoying."

I understand, rather swiftly for someone like me. "I'm not here for that! I - I was bored and I was worried..."

He's back to looking serious. "That's what they all say," he returns, his frown deepening.

"I'm really not!" Now it's sincere, and the words are pouring out. "I'm not a fangirl and I don't plan on being one! I really wasn't sleepy and I was anxious because of the Chuunin exams - I think it's at least partially my fault; the least I can do it visit you and hope you'll be better..."

The door creaks slightly, interrupting my protest.

"Hinata? Hinata Hyuuga? Your cousin Neji is looking for you." It's a slight, frazzled-looking nurse. "He says you need to be quick."

"I - okay." A fleeting glance back - Sasuke was back to looking bored - and I hurry out the door.

My heartbeat has increased ten fold and I'm wondering why the heck anyone would be searching for me at five thirty in the morning. But then again, that's probably what Sasuke wonders too.


That was my favorite chappie so far! I'm also working on Baby Steps and please review on this and that.

And...Happy Early-Snowdays! Can't WAIT for snow XD

I'm suddenly obsessed with Sasuke. I don't know why. But I still love Neji...it's hard, isn't it?

Always and I will remain,

Lumberrrrrrrrrrrrry (the annoying r's!!)