(A/N: Okay… I'll admit that I feel a lil mean for the last chapters author notes… okay, really mean. I spoke my mind a little too bluntly and I think I should be less straight forward… -.-' oh well, what's done it done.
Now for my excuse for not waiting for the total twenty reviews is because I really, really wanted to update something! But since I have so many stories going at this point I kept going "hmmm… I suppose I should update 'Waking'… WAIT! I'm inspired to write 'Speel-Bound'! Scratch that… I want to start a whole new story entirely!!" yeah… needless to say, I'm not getting anywhere.
So please, if you are a merciful reviewer, vote which story I should update next…
Anyway, because I feel like a class-A jerk at the moment I decided to switch round a few chapters and some other stuff and give you guys what you've been wanting since the beginning of the story.
Some background.
The only problem is this still doesn't answer a lot of questions and opens up a lot of others.
Personally, if I were you guys, I'd pay close attention to everything I say…
…some facts were meant to contradict themselves.)
-Untold-
Chapter Seven:
A Story
I recall when I first met him.
Vaguely, I remember being extraordinarily uncomfortable. He had a way of doing that to people, even at the innocent age of four he managed to cause me such great unease.
Sadly, I was only of the age of three and very easily intimidated; his insistent poignant glare did nothing to help.
It was a gorgeous day in April when my father asked for my presence in his study. It confused me to no end at the time, especially when I spotted the unfamiliar pair situated in the room as well.
He introduced them politely, explaining that he had much conversation to do with the older of the two and that it was absolutely imperative that I entertain the younger guest.
I nodded, being the obedient daughter I was, and quickly guided the slightly older boy into the hall.
It was the first time I met anyone remotely near my age.
There was silence and I turned to face the boy.
I was staring straight into my new problem…
I'd never played with another child in my life.
I wondered what average kids thought about… what normal children did…
I decided it best to introduce myself to him in the proper way I was taught to, "My name is Hyuuga Hinata… I-I am the heir to th-the…" I trailed off, unable to think f a way to continue, I inwardly patted my self the back for not stuttering too much… but I hadn't even managed to finish my sentence.
The boy simply grunted in response and glared at me.
And glared…
And glared…
By the time my father returned two hours later I felt like crying, but if I shamed myself in front of a guest father would slap me…
Father and the other man(I had already forgotten the name) exchanged looks before father picked me up and bid his friend farewell.
…I had prayed to Kami-sama that would be the last I see of him…
Kami-sama apparently didn't like me.
I had grown older; I had reached to age of six before I saw that wretched boy again.
My father called me into the study, just as he had last time and I was faced with what I vaguely recognized to be the same boy…
My father proved that theory when informed me that we'd met before.
My father and his friend left us in one of the many rooms and told us to play while the adults conversed.
I was frozen, horrified. I hadn't the slightest idea what to say. I half wanted to make a run for it but the other side of me didn't want to lose.
He'd managed to utterly and completely terrify me last I had seen him; I didn't want to let him do it again.
My eyes narrowed slightly but I jumped out of my skin when his did the same, he obviously hated my guts.
I swallowed my fear and slight anger, I needed to entertain the guest, not play petty childish games…
"H-hello… m-my name i-is…-"
"I know who you are." He cut in rudely.
"Y-yes, I-I suppose you would, I-I apologize f-for un-underestimating your m-memory." I replied while putting on a slightly shaky smile and thanking the gods I'd pronounced 'underestimating' correctly(I was only six after all).
He made a vague sound in response and narrowed his eyes further, glaring holes into mine.
At first I shrank back a bit, but I had more backbone than I did when I was three.
I glared straight back.
He seemed mildly surprised I had that much guts to try and glare down the intimidating seven year old.
His glare hardened, as if to try and scare me.
Oh yeah it scared me, it scared me so much I almost wanted to cry… but… I felt as if I'd be admitting a major defeat if I backed down now.
It was four hours later that my father and what I an only assume was his returned. They shared an interesting look as they found us attempting to burn holes into each other with glares. Now, thinking back, I can only imagine what their thoughts on the matter must have been.
Last time when they came back, I had been near tears and he had been continuing to glare me down, almost daring me to cry.
This time we'd been glaring at each other as if we were arch enemies.
Sadly, unlike before, it was only three months before I saw him again instead of years.
The second my eyes spotted him I felt intimidated once more.
He had that effect on me, I felt scared, intimidated…
…and a little angry.
Unwilling to so much as pretend to be happy to see him I immediately looked away and frowned.
He grunted and glared.
I was beginning to wonder if that was all he was capable of, vaguely annoyed sounds and narrowed eyes filled with disdain.
My father and his left soon after.
That was all the cue that was necessary before the staring contest ensued once more.
I wouldn't back down. Not now.
Surprisingly enough, it was four more hours once more before his father came to collect him and mine to bid them farewell.
I knew right then that I detested the boy.
Once again a three month wait and a four hour meeting.
This was when I grew suspicious; each and every time was four hours.
The fourth time we had to endure each others company I questioned off-handily why my father and his always had four hour talks.
The boy looked at me as if I was the dumbest girl he'd ever met.
I still remember his disgusted words as he spoke, "You honestly don't know? It's not about them 'talking' it's about us getting along."
I looked at him as if he'd grown a second head.
He gave a long suffering sigh and responded, "We're courting they want us to marry when we get older."
My eyes widened, I went pale as a ghost and looked at him as if my whole world had crashed landed on top of me
I did the one thing any other horrified little girl would do when faced with the boogie man.
I fainted.
When I awoke I was in my room, I heard grown ups talking in the hall just outside and I contemplated how I should suicide.
There was no way I'd marry that… that… jerk!
I never saw him again…
…until I reached the age of nine.
"Your father requests your presence in his study." I nodded to the maid in acknowledgement, getting up to comply too my fathers request.
Walking quickly as I could, I made my way to Otousama's den in a fairly reasonable amount of time.
I opened the door to his study and bowed respectfully to my father with out looking around the room.
I slowly raised my head and then studied the room, what I saw made my heart stop.
He was standing in there, along with his father he sneered slightly in my direction as I stared at him horror struck.
My father cleared his throat, "I see you two remember each other, I would like if you would keep each other company while I discuss important business with his father."
Leading the boy out of the room numbly I couldn't help how my previously pale as a ghost face heated straight up to red as a tomato.
After walking through the hall way for quite some time I realized I had no idea where I was going.
I turned to the boy and decided to get intros over with, "It i-is pleasant t-to see y-you again." I said with so little disdain that you could hardly notice.
I knew his reply before it came.
He grunted.
"S-sometimes I have t-to w-wonder if you're just retarded a-and th-that's why you can't m-manage a si-simple reply…" I couldn't help it! Honestly! I couldn't! He was just too sullen and broody!
He glared at me but for the most ignored that comment.
I was both grateful and annoyed; on one hand, he wasn't going to hold the insult against me, on the other… I wanted to insult him further. It didn't matter though, the comment slipped out accidentally anyway.
There was another awkward silence before I decided that I would not waste another few hours on the infuriating male. I would simply ignore him and continue my day as if he wasn't there.
I had to pray at the temple, I had neglected the duty all morning and I found it a perfect excuse for ignoring him.
Being the temples miko was a lot of work.
Arriving, I turned to him "D-don't go an-anywhere. I have t-to do m-my afternoon prayers an-and only the m-miko is aloud in t-the temple."
I turned from him and entered the temple clearing my mind of all thought.
It was a refreshing two hours later that I exited the temple once more, ready to face the horrors of the mean boy. However, horror struck me immediately despite that fact.
I couldn't fin the boy anywhere around the temple.
I was supposed to entertain the guest, if father found out I had left him alone…
I didn't even want to think about it, I had to find him and fast. Eyes darting around the area again I was tempted to call his name, perhaps he was simply out of sight or something.
Terror assaulted me again as I realized a very important fact that made it quite impossible to call out to him.
I'd only learned his name once… when I was three and had never bothered to remember it.
Shoot…
Running around the temple and the house looking for him had been troublesome considering I could not get spotted running…
The maids would surely scold me if not worse if they found me running and if father saw me…
I was at a complete loss, after an entire hour of searching for him I had not spotted heads or tails of him.
My heart sank; I would surely get into trouble for this.
I had even chanced a glance into my father's study where he was discussing something or another with the sullen boy's father. He was not there either.
I was ashen to realize if previous experience said anything, I only had an hour left to find my 'playmate'.
Running back to temple I looked around again to make sure I hadn't just missed something. I found nothing.
I contemplated entering the temple and praying that I'd find him in time but quickly dismissed the thought. That was far too selfish a prayer, no I would have to find him myself.
After another half hour of search I sat under a tree next the temple and fell asleep.
What I can only assume was a half hour later I was shaken awake.
"W-wha wis it…?" I asked groggily opening my eyes to see…
"Y-you! I-I searched everywhere f-for you! Where w-were you?!" I exclaimed, shock and anger both present on my face.
He raised an eyebrow and pointed up, I looked up and saw a tree branch and… wait a minute!
"You w-were in the t-tree?!" he nodded and I twitched.
"You must have s-seen me searching f-for you! Why didn't y-you co-come down?!"
"I didn't know what you were looking for; if you'd have just called I would have known."
My left eye twitched in anger, "How c-can I when I-I don't know your name?!"
He looked confused, "You don't?"
"Of course n-not! I was told your n-name once when I w-was three!! I had been t-to busy hoping I'd never have to see your st-stupid face again to try a-and remember y-your stupid name!" I glared at him and he glared back.
And then we heard my father calling so we both headed back towards the house sullenly.
Upon arriving we found out the news that weighed on both of us heavily…
"I'm going to have to leave for a bit, so you'll be staying here son." His father told us with a smile, "I'll be back in about three months, be good okay?"
And he left.
My own father smiled vaguely down at me, "Isn't it great? I'm you both will have a chance to grow into great friends." I somehow doubted this.
My left eye was twitching uncontrollably. There. Was. No. Way.
I looked at the boy next to me who glared at me as if I was the scum of the earth. I winced slightly; this did not bode well…
Waking up the next morning I yawned and smiled, it was a beautiful day. Getting out of bed I got dressed and headed to the temple for my morning prayers.
About three hours later when I had finished my morning prayers I looked around the early morning sky. It was beautiful…
Sitting under the tree that was near the temple, I sighed happily. It truly a lovely morning…
And I fell asleep…
Or would have.
I have never been the 'fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow' type so when after only a few minutes of relaxation I heard the crunching of leafs, not wanting to be bothered I continued to 'sleep'.
"Hn. Figures the ditz would fall asleep in a place like this. She'll probably catch a cold to boot." Errr! It's that stupid mean sullen boy! I had totally forgotten he was here! And who is he calling a ditz!
Then there was silence which confused the heck out of me considering I hadn't heard him leave, or even move from his position. It was fall, so unless he was going way out of his way not to step on leafs, he was just standing there.
I was sorely tempted to open my eyes just to see what caused his silence but I continued with the relaxed facade of sleep.
After what I think was ten minutes and I almost actually did fall asleep I heard him move, unless my ears deceived me he was crouching down to my level, he said something under his breath but I wasn't able to catch what.
After a few more seconds I felt something on my face, fingers…? They brushed some of my hair behind my ear and then left my face as if they'd been burnt.
I was sourly tempted to hit him by now.
And then I felt something else on my face, on my forehead this time… fingers again…? No too soft… Wait a second! Soft? Don't tell me he-!
What I was now positive was his lips left my forehead and he got up and stalked off. Once I was positive he was gone my eyes snapped open, did he just…?
No, he couldn't have, there was no freakin' way.
I got up and decided one thing was for sure.
…I was so not leaving the bathroom until I'd washed my forehead two hundred times.
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Later that evening(and after the maids had to forcibly pull me out of the bathroom) I sat at the dinner table at the one time a day I had to see that stupid boys face.
He was glaring as per usual, but deduced to ignore him, tonight they were serving one of my favorite dishes and I wasn't gonna let him spoil my joy.
The meal was delicious and I was just about to excuse myself when I noticed something, "A-aren't… aren't you g-going t-to eat?"
He looked up at from the food and said "No, I'm not hungry." As if just to contradict what he just said, his stomach growled.
Father had already finished his dinner and left so it was just the two of us and the maids.
I raised an eyebrow, "Really?"
He turned crimson and muttered something; I looked at him in confusion.
"What d-did you say? I-I didn't q-quite catch that." I asked.
He turned a darker shade of red and said it louder, "I don't like broccoli."
I looked at him in shock, I loved broccoli so it was hard to imagine anyone not liking it considering I had never met anyone my age other than him and grown ups don't tend to comment on such trivial matters.
"R-really?" I asked with wide eyes, and then something hit me, "Do all ch-children hate broccoli? What do m-most kids l-like? Do have any f-friends your age? W-what are they like? How d-do most kids o-our age act? What do they think a-about? How do th-they dress? Are a-all of them br-broody, sullen and mean l-like you are? If so w-why?" It had totally flown over my head for the time being who I was talking to, but I really had never met a child my age other than him so the idea of figuring out what normal kids were like was an opportunity I couldn't pass up.
He stared at me blankly as if to ask when I'd become a chatterbox and I remembered who I was talking to.
"Ah, go-gomen! I-I forgot who I w-was talking to-" I clamped my hands over my mouth, that was just plain insulting, "I-I mean… w-we don't r-really talk at all and I'm p-pretty sure you h-hate me and-"I almost hit myself over the head I was messing up all over the place, "Urk, I m-meant… e-er… e-eto… th-that well, uhh, er ahh…" I was reduced to a mumbling wreck, deciding I needed to escape and fast I did the one thing I could think of to get away, my eyes widened in utter horror as I looked right past him and I pointed there saying a single word "B-bear!"
He turned his head immediately and I ran out of the dining room top speed.
I had totally missed the amusement in his eyes when he'd watched me stutter.
The next day I deduced that I would live my life normally and totally ignore his presence.
It was surprisingly easy to do so actually; he was anti-social and didn't really appear often. That afternoon I was starting to wonder where he was actually, I hadn't seen heads or tails of him all day.
Not that I minded! It was almost as if he wasn't even here!
Sighing I sat under the tree by the temple, if you hadn't realized, it was one of my favorite thinking spots.
I didn't want to take a nap, last time I tried that(evil, stupid, mean, smelly) jerk actually kissed me, I mean ew
Sighing I got up; it was about time for my afternoon prayers.
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I had successfully seen as little of him as possible for the past week, sure I saw him at dinner time, but otherwise I hardly even knew he was here.
Then there was the first day of the second week, I was doing my rounds around the temple when I heard something…
Going to where I heard the noise I noticed sullen boy on the ground next to the tree by the temple…
Looking for the entire world like he had just fallen out of it…
"What a-are you d-doing there?" I asked as I approached, he looked up at me grouchily, obviously not in a good mood after falling out of the tree.
"Nothing." He said as he stalked off.
Tou-chy.
Shrugging, I went back to work when something hit me…
He was there when I first couldn't find him last week…
The morning I pretended to sleep he had been coming here…
He was there today…
I haven't seen him practically all week…
I was here practically twenty-four seven with my duties as a priestess…
There was no way…
And if there was, I'm beating him. Though, he still glared at me all the time and hardly said a single word to me…
Yeah, I was being too suspicious…
Glancing up at the tree branches I was slightly creeped out to realize if he was just about the third big branch up I'd only be able to see him if I climbed up there too.
I knew for a fact I was just being paranoid but I couldn't help shuddering slightly before I continued my chores.
Stupid creepy stalker boy…
(Ending Notes: …you guys are going to kill me aren't you? X3 anywho, since I'm tired of waiting for reviews to update(makes me feel like I can't control whenever I want to update) but I still would love to hear your guys' opinions!
I received a few lovely reviews recently with constructive criticism. I was overjoyed to say the least, one of them even pointed out a grammar rule I hadn't even heard of! Yay! I'm learning! X3
I'm still a beginner writer(as if it wasn't already obvious) and I really do need all the advice I can get.
Mou… I'm a little upset… some of the nicer reviews I've received(some, I love them all) were from people without FF accounts… T-T I can't reply during chapters because of FF's(evil and stupid) rules… so I can't thank them thoroughly nor can I reply… -sigh-
So, a quick shout-out to Panda-sama, anon, Arcalyn and Random Person. I apologize if I have forgotten anyone, but I read everything and I'm really rather happy with every review I read :)
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