Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto
Hehe thanks for all the reviews. I am finally done with machine shop. We made meat tenderizers and key chains. The meat tenderizer is for hitting my brother with. Machine shop as boring as hell most of the time. Watching the metal get cut and just standing there watching it…not fun. When we actually did stuff with our hands it was more fun. I also adore Shino's Japanese voice. It is so deep to give a twelve year old but whatever. But I don't think you care. So her is the story. Review!
Hinata paused to catch her breath. She had been running for half an hour and her legs were numb, her breath coming out in pants. Tired, she crouched on the ground, not caring that she had gotten her skirt dirty. Other more important matters were on her mind.
Not only am I mad at myself but also Father will be furious. I have missed so much school, gotten detention, and almost spilled my most important guarded secret, almost resulting in me leaving my soon to be husband. What was I thinking? Never can I leave him. Even if it is the thing that is holding me back from happiness. Family most come first as Father says.
Slowly Hinata rose to her feet and examined her surroundings. She had been running blindly, just trying to get away. To find herself at her old school was a bit surprising.
It remained much the same as it had seen she had last set eyes on it. The sand was still overflowing from the box and the swings were swaying in the slight breeze. Sitting on the edge of the box, she crossed her legs and sighed. She jumped up and spun around as she heard the ring of the bell. Almost forgetting that school was still going on, and that it would look weird if she got caught here, she ran again.
Maybe I can go to Kiba's for a ride home. Gaara is not an option at the moment, no matter how much I want to see him. And Kiba will help, even if he doesn't want to.
Changing direction, she dashed off to find Kiba.
Shino, wearing his high collar and glasses, walked calmly over to his friend and stood in front of him. Gaara glared at him, and stood as well. Shino was still taller, even if it was only by a little bit.
"You punched something again," he stated in an emotionless voice, examining Gaara's knuckles. They were bleeding, and raw.
"…"
"You can't expect her to drop everything for you," Shino said, getting right to the point.
"Why shouldn't I? I would for her," Gaara said stubbornly.
"You would drop Temari and Kankuro for her right now? Never to see them again? I doubt it."
"At least my family aren't asses most of the time. They would at least understand. Her family? They should die in the almighty flames of hell and never return."
Shino narrowed his eyes behind his shades. "They are still her family. She has had only limited contact with them and combine that with the fact that they regard her as a nuisance, and it has fueled her on to impress them. Her battle is not with them, but with herself."
"What?"
"She is not returning your feelings because she has chosen which path she wishes to walk. It may not seem right to you, but back off. It is her decision to make."
Gaara frowned. Shino was almost always right. It pained him to admit he was again.
"With time, she might change her mind. Let her. She has to come to you. Not the other way around. Just be her friend for now. That is what she needs."
Shino turned. Walking off, Gaara knew he was meant to come. He got up and followed his friend in more ways than one.