Here by popular demand, but hopefully unexpectedly twisted I introduce my version of Hinata's perspective.

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Hinata felt like she'd somehow been betrayed as she watched Naruto; sad and defeated and alone. He was nothing like she had come to see him, and that he would be so not-Naruto at a moment was …dissatisfying, disappointing, almost…disgusting. As if he was as phony as all her family, as if he had tried to make her see something that wasn't there. And he had just made her feel all the more sorry for herself, if she – with the all seeing Hyuuga eyes – couldn't see when someone (especially Naruto) was faking then how could she ever hope to be worthy in her father's eyes?

But then she felt like she'd been hit in the gut. Naruto grinned; even though he was completely alone, even though there was absolutely no reason to, and even though she thought she really didn't care anymore- and he laughed as he dusted himself off and stood up to attempt the taijutsu maneuver again.

She paled as she watched his tenketsu strain and pulse with exertion and that almost malnutrition that always seemed to cling to him. Hinata had always been disturbed that this starvation seemed to give him this dangerous pinched quality, one in which he knew what it was to endure and that nothing would stop him- he just had to prove it again and again. He would do anything as long as he survived.

But Naruto wasn't like that…or at least that is what she thought.

Naruto wouldn't resort to just anything, because Naruto was humane and careful despite his loud personality and exaggerated motions…everything was done according to morals that had been instilled into him by someone who was never there and was always honorable.

Of course it was someone invisible and not there and definitely never seen- but Naruto had to be taught somehow…even Hinata was taught by the callous actions of her family, able to tell that she was doing something wrong with even the most minute tense of a muscle. So even she had be taught, if by minimal human contact. Her morals were set in the ironwork of her clans ideals and probably wouldn't ever change.

But Naruto…Naruto wasn't like that ironwork.

Maybe that was why Hinata so easily doubted now.

Naruto wouldn't steal or kill for petty survival- she had seen him hunt and fish and sleep in the woods. But now she wondered if maybe he did that to avoid people instead of maintain his morals…

Hinata was good at doubting.

She watched people, and she learned. She learned that she could doubt everyone even when they were superior to her- they all had ulterior motives and they all faltered. She had just thought that Naruto was taught by the more upright citizens of Konoha who didn't want to be known to associate with him. Naruto never faltered- he grinned and laughed and endured.

Someone had to have tried to teach him that.

But now she realized no one would even try.

Naruto was alone- every place and every time- and he had learned to feel on his own- he had learned compassion and endurance…and that scared Hinata.

Hinata shuddered and felt her fingers clenching into the bark of the tree she was hiding against, the wood cracking and splintering before a sharp pain entered her hands and she jerked away from the source. She frowned and blushed, wondering if she would always be so absent minded and weak…and stupid.

Angrily she brushed the tears from her eyes but an explosion from the general direction of Naruto had her attention quickly shifting. He yelled a few obscenities out, enough to make Hinata blush for an entirely different reason, before he got back to his feet shakily and tried to slap the feeling back into his damaged leg.

She could see the dulling flare of his chakra in that portion of his leg and placed a hand to her lips to still her gasp- though she was far enough away that Naruto wouldn't hear it anyway. She was forced to watch as her legs went numb with her shock, her eyes tearing for him now and not for her pathetic existence, rooted to the spot as Naruto underwent some form of self inflicted torture in his quest to become strong even though no one bothered to guide him.

Hinata felt uneasy as she shifted, wondering if Naruto had ever known a presence in his life that would comfort him and explain the process of training without damaging oneself and hindering said training. She felt slightly mad that no one seemed to notice how hard he tried, how much effort went into putting a grin on a face that was so weathered,and now she doubted.

And she grew slightly ill as she saw this smile, and wondered if anyone else was looking and noticing.

No one was.

She barely was.

And she watched all the time- she admired and felt proud but still didn't understand…

It wasn't that Naruto was hiding things; it wasn't that Naruto was a fraud; it wasn't that Naruto was trying to trick everyone into seeing something that wasn't there. It was just that no one was noticing- no one wanted to notice.

Hinata firmed her smile and tilted her chin up.

She would notice.

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Author's Note: yes, I am alive. Yes, I think Hinata might have faltered in her belief of Naruto at some point- not because of Naruto but because she actually doubts her own perception.

I hope you enjoyed this! And I have a goal to get this story on 50 communities! Five more to go people!

peace

Oh, and excuse any mistakes, I'll look over this later. I'm rushing to get to class XD