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As touched, as she was that he wanted to save her, she may not be executed when she returns to khonoha, but her life was effectively over, all the ambitions she had once had. The training, the years of working towards her goals.
They had all been stripped away from her now, they would never let her be kunoichi, and her clan would never accept her back. Her love for naruto would always remain unfulfilled. And any possible feelings that could of developed between her and kiba will now remain lost.
If only they could of left her alone, once she had came back to khonoha after sasuke had saved her the first time. She wasn't naïve enough to think that everything would go back to how it used to be. However she knew for sure she would of pieced her life together again, with the help of kiba and the rest of her team.
Now though she was kakashi's wife, whom she became, without any say or free will of her own. Wasn't she just trapped again her life ripped away from her and left with very few options?
She was now a traitor carrying a traitor's child, who would always be sought after in the chances that it may inherit the sharingan.
As kakashi held her in his embrace she couldn't help but think it'll never matter how many times he saved her, in the depth of her heart there will always be this resentment.
She lived solely for her child; the time to mourn for her old life had come and gone. She needed to make the decisions that gave the child the best chances in life. She was determined to do anything to make that possible.
Kakashi took to carrying her for the rest of the trip back to the village. On arrival to the village she was placed in a cell, despite Kakashi's protests. Hinata guessed the newly appointed hokage didn't have much power yet.
In her isolation, her mind drifted to the mystery writer the one who had written her the letter, when she was working as a waitress at Kaori's bar. She had replied once whilst she was running with Sasuke.
Laughing to her and entreating the thought the mystery writer ever found a read the letter hidden under a cafe table. Having her request for ink and some paper granted, she decided to leave behind another letter.
The face of a monster is rarely seen, and when you peer into its eyes you'll find the true form of humanity reflected back. You no longer see the face of a monster, but your own. You'll see all your misshapen deeds and regrets engraved into your very skin.
To question your existence, is proof you truly alive. I know nothing of what becomes of us in death, yet we strive for it with all our souls from the moment we're born.
We are meager specks of dust lost in time and we will become as insignificant as the people who came before us.
After spending two days in the cell she was finally released into Kakashi's care he didn't allow her any visitor except sakura to check on her, as she neared her due date.
She often thought of Sasuke and despite everything, hoped he was still alive. Fiddling with the wooden black bead rolling it between her fingers, she had given up on any help arriving, but applied a little blast of chakra into it nonetheless.
"Hinata" she heard kakashi call. " In here" she replied.
Appearing at the door he beckoned to her with his hand. "Come with me I've got something to show you." Leading her down the corridor and into one of the adjacent rooms.
"What do you think" Kakashi asked, the room was decorated in a warm yellow, with leaf patterns on the walls, a cot in the center and a mobile with dogs hanging over it. "Its not finished yet I still needed to get a few more bits of furniture for the room."
Walking over to the cot, she examined the mobile hanging letting out a little a chuckle; they were small replicas of his Nin hound pack. Kakashi grinned and sheepishly scratched the back of his head, "I was wondering if you would like to help me decorate it." Spreading out his arms gesturing to the room.
"Of course." She replied with a smile.
Later that day she found a folded piece of paper on the table addressed to her. Opening it thinking it was note left by Kakashi letting her know to eat dinner or something to that effect, but was surprised to find that it was a response to the letter she had left in the cell for the mystery writer.
You're wrong with out the centuries of people that came before, with out those people who lived struggled and learnt, as we do. We couldn't have become what we are today, do you know why the form of humanity always changes, it because we learn and rely on those who came before us, to teach us.
Through the past we learn.
She knew it was the same person who had written to her when she was working at the bar. It was the same handwriting the same optimism. Again she had to wonder if it was Kakashi writing to her, but why go to the trouble of giving it to her in secret.
Hinata let the words sink in for a moment, before she set about writing a reply. She didn't completely disagree with what was written; however she did want to challenge it.
And what exactly has humanity learnt, we repeat the same hideous mistakes, we are incapable of change we only invent more productive ways of destruction
She hid the letter this time under a flowerpot just so it wasn't in plain sight.
A week had passed since she had started living with kakashi in the hokage tower. They had finished decorating the nursery, she had painted the walls with sun flowers, lady bugs, butterflies, dogs, and frogs, birds and deer also a snake or two. The walls were covered in pictures of all sorts of animals. Kakashi brought new toys and bright colored furniture for the room every day.
She hadn't left the hokage tower and neither had Kakashi allowed any visitors. Today however kakashi decided to take a risk and allow Kurenai to visit, after seeing Hinata smile more often when they were working on the nursery. Now that it was finished he worried that she would with draw back into her self again.
Wanting it to be a surprise he hadn't told her about his decision, he found her sitting by the window looking out into the distant over the village, fiddling with a black bead as she often did.
"Hinata" it wasn't his voice however that called out her name, no it was a woman's, with the inflections of pain so clearly heard in single a word.
The girl in question gasped in surprise, so lost in thought she hadn't even realized that any one had entered the room, and was drawn back in to reality by the call of her name.
He stood there and witnessed, the moment, emotions changing rapidly across both their faces the words spoken with such passion and sincerity. It was then the man realized the scale of damage, not only has Hinata's life been completely changed, the hurt it must of coursed others.
The pain Kurenai must have gone through to have finally found her student who she loved like her own sister, then to lose her again. Hadn't she gone through enough loss in her life? Not only her, Hinata's teammates Kiba the boy was so desperately in love with her, Naruto, the rest of the rookie nine, her family, himself.
The child, the child he would raise, he would do anything so that her baby would never feel this same pain.
Then change history; it only takes one person with insight to liberate us from this vicious cycle, to save us all.
Those were the words written in letter she had found waiting for her by the window. It was the same relentless optimism; She was starting to doubt less and less that it was kakashi who was writing the letters.
"Hinata" she herd a name called, the voice seemed familiar but the memory of the person seemed distant. She gasped when she realized whom she had almost forgotten.
"Kurenai sensei" Hinata politely greeted, this time there were no tears, the older woman seeming to go through a number of emotion in rapid succession before she decided to simply to sit beside by her.
"I've missed you." The jounin reached over and squeezed the girl's hand it had almost been a year since she had last seen her student. She could sense the girl before her was completely different to the Hinata who had left a year ago. "I am glad I got to see you again."
Hinata this time let out a genuine smile, there was no pity, just honesty in her words and actions. She missed being around people she loved more then she expected.
Later that evening as she lay in bed, her mind kept going over the words in the letter. Kakashi was tossing and turning beside her he must have been having another bad dream. Stepping out of bed and walking to the front room she wrote her reply, and left it were she had found the first note.
No, it only takes one deluded fool to bring us to the brink of despair. If you honestly believe you can save the world and humanity it self with all the power you've acquired. Then you are truly the biggest fool.
Three more days passed by, Kurenai came to visit her, bringing her baby clothes and equipment and her old pregnancy books. She brought her daughter Akane along, she was five already and would join the academy soon, she had turned into a fiery character, probably due to the influence of all the people around her.
She wondered if perhaps her child would ever have that same support and care. Kurenai stood to leave "Oh before I forget found this outside" she said handing her an envelope "it's addressed to you."
Hinata looked at the envelope quizzically, "Have you told Kiba and Shino kun, I am back."
The woman shook her head " No, Kakashi instructed me, to let no one know, it's not from them don't worry."
After she was sure Kurenai had left, Hinata opened the envelope, she had her suspicions it was from the mystery writer and it was. The writer had never left it in such an open space as her front door step before where anyone could of picked it up, it read.
Then what should I do, simply let the people around me to die to let war rage on, allow it to consume my village my home.
Angry at the writer carelessness and accusing tone Hinata wrote a quick reply and shoved in back in the envelope and flung it outside and slammed the door shut.
Frankly I no longer care, I am just trying to survive I see nothing past this moment.
But as she was just about to go back to living room, her heart stopped when she heard shuffling coming from outside. Quickly pacing back over to the front door, she hesitated with her hand on the handle.
What if she had flung it out and the wrong person had got hold of it, they'd find out she had been talking to someone with out their consent. Worst of all what if it was the mystery writer, did she really want to find out who it was.
Before she could make a decision a piece of paper was slid under the door. Picking it up and quickly scanning the page, it was the mystery writer.
You have my pity, for you have no future, nor any hope for it.
Losing her anxiety she opened the door and replied.
"My child is my future."