Pathetic
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She'd come home late that day. If it was anyone else such as Neji or Hanabi, her little sister, than they would have been punished or scolded. No one barely even notice her walk in the door. Only a few guards were walking around as usual. It was only bad luck that when coming around the corner Neji happened to be standing there. He looked surprised when she came out of nowhere. Hinata, who usually would have squeaked in fear upon such an unexpected encounter, just looked at him tiredly.
This also occurred to Neji and it made him curious. "Hinata-sama…" he began. "You are quite late today." His expression portrayed nothing as usual.
"I was…" Hinata absent mindedly stroked the cut on her cheek, "training." She gave a faint smile. Neji stared at her and now that he actually examined her he saw that she did indeed had markings all over her body. Scratches on her face and on her arms where the sleeves were torn. There were bruises on her knees and legs and even her ankle seemed to be swollen to quite an extent.
But there was something strange about the markings. They were rough and rigid like she had scraped herself in the dirt. And parts of her skin were blue and purple as if someone or something had gripped her pretty harshly.
Neji was thoughtful, but just wrote it off as some knew kind of training. Certainly not with her team mates, though. An emotion he couldn't readily identify stirred in his chest, making him wrinkle his forehead.
Who else does she know…? he wondered.
"You look tired, Hinata-sama." He stepped forward and began making his way past her. "Get some rest."
The last of his words were smug. He didn't care about her health and Hinata knew it. It was all part of his duty. To act like he cared. But that was okay. It was still nice to hear some form of concern every once in a while, even if it was a lie.
After cleaning up and applying some home made ointment to her wounds, she plopped down lying face up on her bed.
Three days…
There were three days left until she died and she didn't know how to feel about it. She supposed she should feel scared…sad…and she did, but not to the extent she should have. What to do? Wait? Go to someone for help…? Who? Daddy? She smiled bitterly.
She and her teammates had a mission tomorrow morning to help prepare for the up coming chunnin exams. The fear she felt after being told the three of them would be participating in the exams was nothing compared to the fear she'd felt this afternoon.
What a pathetic, cowardly ninja she was.
Naruto…
If only she could be a little bit more like Naruto than everything would be fine. And stronger. Being stronger would be nice. Hinata rolled over to the side and closed her eyes. Three days…for the next three days Hinata would be testing herself. Training, fighting, strategizing. And when she was satisfied, she would show Naruto. If only she could do that than nothing else would matter. She would welcome death with open arms.
Yes. Tomorrow…she would begin her test tomorrow.
Gaara wandered the village looking for his for his foolish siblings. They had run off somewhere while he was meditating. Only hours ago they were given papers with guidelines on the upcoming chunnin exams which he had skimmed through without much caring. It's not like he really cared about it as long as he could work around them and actually kill somebody. Luckily there were plenty of opportunities for that even without loop holes. He smirked inwardly. If Gaara wasn't careful the adrenaline might take over and he would come out.
It was all so…exciting.
The chunnin exams were only a few weeks away, but that was a very long time. Especially since he didn't sleep. Gaara's feet slowly came to a stop. People in the streets slowed, looking at him, but kept on walking. Something had suddenly occurred to Gaara. He had almost forgotten…there was a little mouse running around that he had made a promise to yesterday.
Oh yes. The pearly eyed petite girl. He hadn't followed her right away after she'dleft the ramen shop, but he knew everything she did and everywhere she went with the help of his third eye. When it finally seemed that there was no one around he'd finally decided to confront her.
But why?
The answer was obvious. Her blatant fear of him. They way she lookedat him when she'd finally figured out that he had been staring at her…he chuckled darkly under his breath.
How typical. Pathetic girl.
He started walking again. He wondered where she was, who she was, what she was doing…not that any of it mattered. Despite any answer she gave him, within the next two days, she would be dead. She needed to die. Such a pathetic existence. In fact, she was probably shaking under a rock somewhere too scared to scream for help. Before he killed her he'd let the fear build up within her, almost to the point of insanity, and watch her pant and crawl through the last hours of her life in mental agony. He'd only known too much of that pain from his own life and it would give him utmost satisfaction to see it on the face of another.
In fact…why not kill her right now? What difference would it make? There were always others. He wanted to feel alive now. He wouldn't know how alive he would feel after killing someone so insignificant, but any feeling at all would subdue the swelling thirst of blood that began to ache in his chest. How easily he became excited.
But where was she? It was still early in the morning and teams usually went for missions or started training this early. Surely she couldn't have a day off today because she was at the ramen shop yesterday.
Gaara narrowed his eyes in consideration. Training grounds…