Chapter 3: Hinata – Change of Heart and Mind

"Hinata …"

His voice pierced through my confusion and fear. Kiba, what are you doing? I don't want to cause you pain. Please, don't come any closer, please!

"K-Kiba-kun, what are you d-doing h-here?" Damn my stupid stutter, why must it appear around people? Even around those who I'm closest to, who are around me almost all of the time.

"Hinata, what are you doing here, especially so close to the edge of the mountain?" Kiba's voice was showing fear and pain. It confused me so, as I have never seen him so frightened. Not even when we were faced against the Akatsuki. He showed nothing but bravery no matter how badly he was wounded or pushed beyond his limits.

"K-Kiba-kun … I- I want to b-be alone … Y-you can't stop m-me … N-none of you w-will s-stop m-me"

I did what I should not have done … I looked into his eyes. His wolf-like eyes pulling my in, even though I was still rooted to the edge I was clinging onto with what little strength I have left. No, I should have never looked into his eyes. He can tell whatever it is I'm feeling, thinking or seeing by just one look into my cursed eyes. Why must I be so readable? I hate the fact that that's another thing that I can add to my weakness list. But his eyes are something I've never grown used to, and yet can never live without. Those wolf-like gems that can see deeper into anyone's soul, more than one's own self. Eyes that penetrate so far into a person's heart that one can be lost by just one mesmerising look. Those eyes that I have committed to memory, purely because I feared being lost in them again.

He keeps stepping closer, His tall, muscular form stepping slowly towards me, while I'm being enslaved by his eyes. I try to tell him to stop, but my voice holds no sound for him to hear. I try to silently beg him with my eyes, but he doesn't stop.

"Hinata, what the hell are you thinking?" I can hear a thin veil of anger in his voice. But not the anger I'm used to at home; Kiba's anger was of concern and worry, all because of my actions. "I can't believe you'd even think of doing that before coming to see me?"

I can hear the pain in his voice; I can feel it tear my heart apart. In truth, I have no idea why I didn't go to him. But there was no way I could turn back now. I can hear the refinement in his voice as well. His voice changes almost as much as the wind sometimes, although most people don't notice it because of his rash and casual nature. Around Shino and me, he is very refined, gentlemanly like. But that's only around us. Around everyone else he's almost like Naruto. Although, sometimes Shino and I have found ourselves worried when his gentleman nature comes on as that is normally when he is angry or frustrated.

"K-Kiba, please s-stop, y-you d-don't know w-what I-I'm feeling right n-now" I hate saying that to him, because he probably does know, or at least understands. He's always been so empathetic towards our team. He's always there to listen. And I know, that by saying that, I have just torn his heart in two … which in turn has torn my heart again.

"Hina, I'm here to listen to you, I always have been. Please just come away from the edge of the cliff. Please, I'm begging you Hina!" His voice broke, my ears picking up on his fear, his worry, and his concern. He used my nick-name twice in one sentence; it was almost like music coming from him.

"Ok, I'll make you a deal Hinata" His voice echoed through my thoughts, "If you come and talk to me right now, and if I can't help you, you can jump ok? I can't promise that it won't hurt or break my … I mean, people's hearts but you can jump. But if I do help, you have to promise to let me take you to the hospital so I know you're in a safe place, ok?"

I consider this for a moment, knowing that he's put a forward deal where he could easily lose, knowing that there's a possibility that he cannot help.

I take one more look down at the bottom of the cliff where I could have already been. Nodding, I turn to him, trying not to look into his mesmerising eyes again. Upon turning I feel my feet slipping against the hard surface. My own body let itself down on its self-defence mechanisms.

"KIBA"

A/N
I do not own the characters of Naruto, they all belong to the brilliant mind of Masashi Kishimoto.

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