Through the years Hinata grew into a beautiful, beautiful blossom. Her looks indeed did rival her mothers, with long, silky indigo hair that lay straight down her back, round opal eyes with their signature lilac tint, perfectly plump, yet small rosebud lips, and rosy cheeks upon her porcelain complexion. Her body was suited to a woman to with all the curves womanhood could supply, she wasn't a model with an extremely small waist that dipped in way too far and overly-large breast but she had a beautiful figure that was slim where it needed to be with a little larger than medium-sized breast, indeed she had the largest ones of her group while Sakura was still a mere B cup, as was Ten-Ten. Ino had a C at the time but Hinata was perky and full. She had a petite, yet pert bottom to accompany her lovely frame and all had to stop and at least glance at the beauty she had become.
No longer was she the shy, timid, reserved Hinata but she was the perfect heiress everyone expected with her own personal kindness towards those in need. Still, Hinata had not borne a single child to Neji, despite the fact that they had tried and tried. Truth was, she had become pregnant before and when she found out she immediately found a doctor to resolve this problem. The method was rash, harsh, cruel, and inhumane and her heart, which was incased by sand, finally let itself be known in the tears that were shed over the little life she just took. She did not want to kill a little child's opportunity at life, the infant that would be warm and safe in her arms, but she could not bow and break to her family's' deepest want. So, as horrible as it was, each time she was pregnant she would undergo a procedure known as abortion. She could not bear it and each time after she cried herself to sleep.
She missed her lover, Gaara and every night she lay next to Neji, who was sure to catch on to the baby problem any day now, she thought about her beloved and wondered how he was faring. Things could not be better for our young red-headed sand boy. While on a mission the demon was extracted from him by one of the Akatsuki members and he died. He was revived with the last bit of strength by one of his team mates and thanked her greatly; she now was his closest friend. He had done what he set out to do, become the Kazekage, now helping his village and gaining their trust, though some were still uneasy around him. No longer the demon of the sand but the Kazekage and not a single woman touched his heart, mind, body, or soul like Hinata had. He had stayed faithful to the one he promised himself to but he always wondered when he would see her again, if he would ever see her again. He was far too busy with work to come and find her and he'd undoubtedly be killed, true he had his sand still with him but without the demon he was slightly weaker than before, but he was still a formidable opponent. He also grew more attractive, his hair had gotten longer and the black lines around his eyes weren't so thick. He was gorgeous, handsome, and sexy by all standards and most women fell to their knees at his unfaltering attractiveness.
Kankuro had become Gaara's confidant, his right hand man, his co-worker, a representative of the sand village which also meant he was a stand in for meetings and such when Gaara was away on business. Kankuro started his own talk show that was broadcasted on the radio; he was also a standup comedian and something like the Japanese version of Hugh Heffner, the playboy bunny creator. Temari, who had also grown very beautiful like her mother, had done well for herself to, becoming a master of blades but also of fans. She taught a group of women how to defend themselves in time of danger but she also became a sensei and in her spare time she wrote poems but she tried to not let anyone know about that soft side. All in all they were doing well for themselves but they all had a deep wound in their hearts, a hole of blackness, to where Hinata would fit perfectly. Gaara missed his lover, Temari missed her little sister, and Kankuro missed his daughter. Kankuro, who was a philosopher as well, knew that the strings of destiny were tangled and fate would have it that Gaara and Hinata would meet again. He didn't know, for the second time in his life, how very, very right he was and how very, very soon this would all happen.