Only You Understand My Pain
Kakashi x Hinata
Chapter 13
Training Begins
Kakashi awoke to the aromatic smell of coffee and something else. Taking another deep breath he realized it was food. Wiping his hand across his face he shook off his fatigue. Sitting up with a groan, he rolled his shoulders easing the stiffness that seized his muscles. Standing up he crossed the room. Pushing back the heavy curtains. His eyes squinting as the bright sunlight streamed through his window. His eyes traveled over the flower garden that spanned the large courtyard. A small frown crossed his face.
"I really let it go." He realized sadly as he looked out over his mother's garden.
" Sorry mother, I know how you loved your rose garden. Rin was always so good about keeping it nice and I just let it fall to the weeds and brambles. " Seeing the few roses that had survived, his mind quickly turned to Hinata. He couldn't help himself she seemed to fill his every waking moment. Last night he had watched quietly over her for hours as she slept. Only turning in himself when he felt her sleep was tranquil unburdened by nightmares. Like instinct he knew he would not sleep if she was vexed with bad dreams. He slipped quickly into his own peaceful sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. The image of her angelic face as she slumbered, filling his own sleep filled mind.
"She has made me into a moth drawn to her flame.' He smirked, his unmatched eyes trailing up to watch the white clouds floating across a pale blue sky. Turning away he grabbed his mask and jounin jacket before heading to the kitchen and the delicious scent it held.
"Morning Hinata." He called as he pulled his jacket on. He looked up to find the kitchen empty. He felt a rush of fear grab him but he quickly squelched it, as he took in the note next to the coffee pot. Reaching for it he couldn't help but smile as he read her words.
Kakashi,
Went to train and don't worry I won't do anything stupid. Thanks again for everything yesterday.
I left an omelet in the warmer and rice in the cooker. My thanks for yesterday. After you eat meet me at team 8 training field.
Hinata
He couldn't help but laugh at her comment 'to not do anything stupid.'
"Well she sure is anxious to start training." He grinned eagerly. The idea of spending hours with Hinata appealing to him more and more. Even if it was only training. Spotting his favorite book on the kitchen counter his eye brow peaked curiously.
"I don't remember leaving it here." Picking up the book scanning it curiously he paused as a thought passed through his mind.
"Nah, she wouldn't." Shaking his head, tucking her note inside one of the pages, he stuffed it in his back pocket. Letting the idea of the shy Hyuga reading is hentai book go. He quickly fixed his plate, dropping down at the table. He couldn't help the groan of bliss at the first bite. It was like tasting a bit of heaven. He was certain of it nothing could taste this good.
"If Naruto only knew what he was missing. Nah…. he could never appreciate this culinary gift, the way he ingests food." He scoffed loudly. "Naruto has know idea how lucky he is to have her affection." As the words left him, an uncomfortable feeling passed through his chest. Something he had never felt before. The word jealousy came to mind but he quickly pushed it away. He had no rights to her. He was a weathered shinobi.
He never felt jealousy over any woman, they were fun. From time to time he took one to bed but nothing to take serious. How could he get serious with any woman with his heart cracked and withered? Shaking his head angrily he chastised his thinking. These were not the thoughts he wanted to dwell on.
The loud clatter of his dish dropping into the sink too hard made him cringe. He defiantly didn't need to dwell on these kinds of thoughts. He just needed a quick shower to rid himself of his wondering thoughts.
Sighing heavily, his hand running through his thick silver hair, he left the room .
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Hinata slowly made her way through the trees. The leaves becoming full and green with the arriving spring weather. She smiled softly as she walked under the new foliage. Her hand reaching up, pulling off the thin blue scarf that wound around her head and face. She hated it and wished to just rid herself of it now that she was away from the clan home. Stuffing it in the pocket of her new jacket. Her hurried action causing her to miss, her hand sliding over the unfamiliar fabric. She cringed as she glanced down at the missed pocket. She hated this new jacket. It wasn't the design nor how it fit. Truth be told it was actually rather flattering. Hugging the curves of her body. Even the color was fitting, it brought out the faint trace of lavender in her pale moonstone eyes. No, it was the knowledge of why she needed a new jacket that had her unsettled. Her hand reaching up bundling the fabric over her chest, she nearly clawed at it, as her heart filled tightly with pain. Making her feel as if a vice was crushing her chest. Her arms wrapping around herself tightly, to hold the flood of pain from over flowing. Anything to quell the overwhelming pain inside her burning heart. After a few gasping breaths the pressure slowly retreated as she once again moved to the meeting place. Her steps slower then before.
She remembered the day Neji presented her with the new jacket. Neji had showed her a rare kindness that day. Granted they did get along better then they had in their genin days. Neji realizing that Hinata was just as caged as he was. She had only been out of the hospital a few days when he brought it to her room. It was in a large white box, tied with a bright yellow ribbon. She remembered opening it and thanking him but asking why. She already had a jacket. She remembered how his face seemed to pale, his eyes refusing to make contact with hers.
"It's gone Hinata." He had informed her but refused to explain how and why. It disturbed her greatly. It had been her favorite coat. Pale blue with a fringe of soft white fur around the hood and sleeves. Kiba and Shino had given it to her as a birthday present. It wasn't till a few days later did she find out what had happened to it. She should have realized but her mind had refused to remember. Some way of self preservation.
Hanabi had been the one to awaken her mind to the truth. That her coat had been drenched in her teammates blood.
"I told Neji you would want it as a souvenir of your failure, but he didn't listen to a word I said and burned it." Her lip pouted but her voice was ringing with glee." Yes her baby sister was in pure bliss, her pale eyes shimmering in pure impiety. She found so much joy in shoving Hinata's failings in her face.
Hinata sighed heavily as she recalled her sister's words. They didn't hurt as much anymore. She was use to her hatred. Hanabi seemed to have found pointing out her failings on a regular basis as her goal in life.
"Just like father." She whispered bitterly her hand brushing the pocket that now held the blue scarf.
She reached the training field faster then she had expected. Her soft eyes traveled over the large familiar field and its surrounding trees. Closing her eyes she could picture them sparing, sitting on their favorite log eating lunch as Akamaru begged Kiba to play fetch with his yellow ball. Even the memories of Kiba and Shino's spats were pleasing. She would happily give anything, to once again hear one of their male ego driven fights.
"So many memories." Her voice barely a whisper. She began to feel the tightness return to her chest.
"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea." Taking a deep breath she pushed herself forward. Reminding herself she was doing this for them. After a few warming stretches she stood silently in front of her training log. A smile tugged the corner of her lips as her body moved into a familiar fighting stance. Her palms facing out before pushing forward. Each one landing a blow after blow to the pad. She felt an ease seep through her body. Each hit familiar, like the act of breathing. So many years of practicing, pushing herself, imprinted on the heavily stained padding. Ever moment of blood, sweat and tears etched into its worn cover.
Her hands wielding a deadly strength, like a ferocious wind, tittering into a tornado. All sounds of the surrounding world and the troubles that filled her life melted away. She no longer heard the friendly chirping of tiny birds, the rustling of forest leaves. It was all silenced as her sorrow tormented mind fell into a state of repetitive numbness. The morning sun washing it away. Time seemed to pass quickly the cool morning air turning warm. Beads of sweat flittering across her forehead and chest. The sticky feeling finally drawing her back to reality. Dropping her worn arms, she leaned heavily on her knees. The adrenaline that had been surging through her body dropping as she caught her breath. All in all she felt the stress of her family's anger of learning about her recessive jutsu. Their constant displeasure with her, wane away. Standing straight she looked into the bluing sky. Fluffy powder white clouds floating peacefully across. The day was heating up to be a warm one. Her hand lifting to slowly slide down her jacket zipper. Her soft shoulders shrugging the pale lavender coat off her shoulders, letting it slip down her lithely pale arms, before letting it drop to the grassy ground behind her. Her hand reaching up to remove the small butterfly clip in her hair. She pulled her long ebony blue hair up into a pony tail. Tying it in place with the butterfly. Her thoughts flowing through her like a river.
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Sorry for taking so long to update this story. Had a tad bit of writer's block. I would like to shout out a thanks to Cutecbuttons for some of her ideas on training. Thanks!!
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