Perfect Angel

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Chapter 2: Useless

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Hinata's POV:

I'm not sure what time it was when I woke up but all that I could think of when I woke up was how much my sides and head hurt. I could have sworn that few ribs were broken in places because when I tried to move from my place on the bed in the infirmary, I was immediately overcome with dizziness. I lifted up my shirt when I felt the thick wadding of bandages on my ribs and stomach. I moved a hand to the back of my head and found a bandage covering a massive bump on it. I waited a while before moving again and got up to check the time. Great, it was almost dark so I had been unconscious for about three hours. Sigh. My father was probably going to kill me because I didn't return home immediately after school. Curse Ino and Sakura-chan!

At that moment I immediately thought of a few things: one, I fell unconscious in the hallway, two, I was sure that I didn't remember being carried over to the infirmary, and three, I was recovering quickly. Thankfully, those lessons in the Hyuuga style made me a little resistant to the beatings those fan club members gave me. I walked around the room several times to clear my head of the pounding headache that was going to kill me if I stayed in place any longer. So after several minutes of pacing, I finally stopped and took in a deep breath to check how my ribs were doing. Sure enough, my right ribs felt like they were indeed broken, so I sat on the bed and waited.

Suddenly, the door creaked open and I turned my head slowly to it and saw that the nurse walked in. She was a slender woman of about five-foot-three in her early to mid-twenties. I think her name was Meguru Hitomi. She had dark brown hair in a Chinese bun hairstyle with the loose locks of hair framing her face on either side. Her eyes were as blue as the sky on a cloudless day, and not at all like Naruto-kun's. His eyes were like the ocean and you could literally drown in them forever. She had a light tanned skin color and a set of the most beautiful lips I've ever seen on a young woman like her. I could have sworn her warm smile would make you think she was a saint. Her uniform was the standard one except it had no visible flaws. It had no wrinkles and it looked like it had hardly been worn even though she always uses the whitest uniforms ever. It had not a trace of dirt or stains in the slightest. Wow.

I honestly have never seen such a friendly or understanding person like Hitomi-san. She was incredible, and whenever a student had problems they would normally go to her for advice, although she's only available in the afternoons, she tries to see everybody, particularly me. I have no idea why she had taken an interest in me. I'm just a wallflower that hardly gets noticed. Even some of the teachers forget who I am. Oh, she's talking to me now?

"Hello, Hinata-chan." She said softly with her clipboard held tightly to her chest. "How are you feeling?"

"I-I'm O-okay, H-Hitomi-san." I said. "Um…h-how d-did I…"

"Oh…I don't know how you got here. I went to take my break a few hours ago and came back to find you on the bed looking like you've been in a confrontation of some sort. Are you alright though?"

"Yes."

"If I may ask, how did you sustain such nasty bruises?" she asked.

"I was…they…" I hesitated before tears started forming at the corner of my eyes, but I tried to blink them away and draw a deep breath to start explaining. I didn't know whether or not to be honest with her or not but I don't think there's a person in the world that would deny her the truth of the situation no matter what it was. But for some reason I couldn't tell her what it was. I couldn't tell her that Sakura and Ino-chan beat me up. Why though? Was it because I was thinking of the consequences of them getting revenge back on me for snitching on them. But in this case, it was a serious thing but I could not tell her what it was because by this point the tears started rolling down my cheeks rapidly and all I could do was sob uncontrollably.

Instead of being told to be quiet and stop crying like everyone else does, she placed her clipboard down on the table and wrapped her arms around my wracking shoulders and held me close to her while I cried on her shoulder. Oh my goodness! I'm crying on her shoulder! I got her uniform dirty with my uselessness. She must think I'm an abomination…but why would she hug me in comfort? No one but my mother has ever done that, and…now that she's gone…I…didn't think…I had anyone. Her hands rub the small of my back in gentle circles as she whispers into my ear that everything was going to be alright and she was there to let me know that. But I know deep inside my heart that it will never be alright, but I will give her the benefit of the doubt and just go with it.

After about thirty minutes of crying my eyes out, I think they may have been slightly puffy and red-rimmed. I was gasping for breath as I tried to compose myself before speaking. She still had not let go of me for fear that I would start sobbing again, but I think I can handle it now. I pried myself from her arms and moved away from her so I wouldn't see the look of sympathy and kindness on her face. Her very aura was filled with it, and I just stained her with my filthiness yet she looks at me as if nothing had changed, but would that have made a difference if I had not been crying for thirty minutes straight?

I hear her moving closer to me as she places a hand on my shoulder and uses her other hand to make me look her in the eye. From my standing position she was about four or five inches taller than me, being the slightly smaller-than-average twelve-year-old I was, I could not resist for she had a firm yet gentle grip on my shoulder. Her eyes were neutral as she gave no hint of sadness or anything negative. She then let go of my chin and smiled at me.

"Hinata-chan, you don't have to look away from me." She said. "I only wish to help you."

"I-it's okay! I-I'm fine, r-really!" I lied, and she caught it fast.

"You're not fine." She said bluntly. "You wouldn't have cried like that if anything was fine. People don't cry for no reason, right? So…what's troubling you, Hinata-chan?"

"I…I c-can't t-tell you." I said, trembling a little bit, trying to pry myself from her grip but I failed to do that.

"Why not?"

"…P-please d-don't make m-me e-explain." I said almost inaudibly but she heard it.

"Let me tell you something, Hinata-chan. When people bully you, you must tell someone, especially if they hurt you physically." She said sternly, and I found myself staring into her eyes which had not changed, yet her tone had gotten firmer. "You were hurt."

"H-how did-"

"No one gets those kinds of injuries from nothing. Your ribs looked worse for wear had I not checked them and healed them." She said. "Just know that I will monitor you from now on, okay Hinata?"

"Y-yes, sensei."

"Say it with confidence, Hinata."

"Yes, sensei."

"Good. I'm going to walk you home since it's dark out and I wouldn't want Hyuuga-san to worry about you. I know how irritating the Hyuuga clan can get if you don't return soon." She said.

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At the Hyuuga family mansion-

By then I had heard rumors that Naruto-kun was caught stealing the Hokage's scroll of kinjutsu. I just pray that it isn't true. I tell the Hyuuga guardsmen who Hitomi-sensei was and why she was here then let us in. Immediately upon entering the courtyard, otou-san walked out of the house with my imouto-chan behind him looking as stoic as him. Neji-nii-san was nowhere to be seen, as usual. Ever since he became genin last year, he'd disappear for hours on end while everyone else worries about me. I'm going to be a ninja starting the day after tomorrow and I wonder if they'll all treat me differently. But I know they'll never see me in that light ever. I'll never be recognized as anything but a wallflower or a weak princess that needs protection and punishment.

His punishments were almost brutal but I know otou-san has given up all hope for me and gone on to Hanabi-chan's training. I envy Hanabi-chan's prowess. She's younger than me by five years yet she beat the crap out of me when I was her age now and I was immediately placed in the academy for it. Imagine being defeated in battle by your two year old sister. Okay, I'm exaggerating! She didn't beat me at age two, she beat me when she was four. Happy?

"Hinata, why are you so late?" Otou-san asked, his penetrating white eyes piercing through me like a blade. Even though all the Hyuuga's eyes were the same, each one is a different shade. For example, I have light lavender eyes matched with my dark blue hair and pale skin. Hanabi-chan's eyes have a slightly darker shade of lavender in them together with waist-length dark brown hair (as was Hyuuga tradition of all members of the clan for growing their hair out). My otou-san's eyes were always white no matter what state it was in. Neji-nii-san has a lighter shade of lavender eyes compared to mine, making it look whiter than it already was. When my byakugan activates my eyes change from lavender to white, although it looks more intimidating than what it is now. Sigh.

"I was…" I started to say when I hesitated.

"She was in the infirmary at the academy." Hitomi-sensei said, her face now completely steeled against that of Otou-san's. "She was injured today so I treated her while she recovered. I am merely returning her to you so she gets to you unharmed."

"I see." He said, eyes narrowing even more. "Who injured my daughter?"

"I cannot get an answer out of her. She's too stubborn." Hey, I thought she was on my side! Then again, she's facing against my father, the infamous master of intimidation.

"Oh. Well, thank you for seeing to it that she is alright. You will be repaid as a token of our gratitude." He said, and bowed his thanks to her while Hanabi-chan was indifferent to the whole situation and could really care less. Because of tradition, all the girls in the family acted far more mature than their actual age, so in terms of maturity, she far surpasses me which I secretly envy her for. "May I ask to talk to you in private?

With that, HItomi-sensei disappeared into one of the rooms in the house and chatted about certain things while Hanabi-chan stared at me slightly unnervingly. She always managed to make my blood freeze upon first glance. She and I just stood there staring at each other, or in my case, staring at her feet.

"You are a fool, you know that, onee-sama?" she said, being the archaically polite person she was raised to be, even though I didn't like to be called 'onee-sama'. That made me sound 'haughty' or 'all that.' I'm not, honestly.

"Huh?" I muttered unintelligibly.

"Letting yourself get beat up at school." Hanabi pointed out bluntly. Yes, I know that I was a wimp and a dummy for not fighting back, but what could I do in a five-on-one battle? "Why did you not fight back?"

"Wait, how did you know I was beaten up?"

"I just know." She said enigmatically. "You are not good at keeping things away from me. I will always find out."

"What do you think of me, Hanabi-chan?" I already knew the answer.

"You're a fool." She said again. She walked toward me this time, which was very unusual for her. She cocked her head slightly to the side and looked me over. She placed her hand on her hip and said to me straight. "You were crying."

"H-How c-can y-you…t-tell?" I stuttered, and I was shocked that she could read me so easily when nobody else can. I guess it's a sister thing, right? Sisters always tell things about each other, especially feelings and when the other was sad or anything like that.

"Your eyes are red and puffy."

"Oh."

"You should wash your face. You look horrible." She said bluntly, and turned to enter the house since it had gotten chilly outside. Brrr! How could she not get cold? After all, she was still wearing her sparring uniform which consisted of a black tank top with a fishnet shirt underneath with black pants that ended at the ankles, bandages around the ankles, and black shinobi sandals. She's not even a ninja yet, and she gets to wear the official sandals. Mine aren't like that at all because my otou-san spoils her too much and leaves me with the leftovers. Sigh. I followed in after her and did as she told me; wash my face in the washroom.

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A/N: This is basically what would have happened after Hinata woke up and I based the OC Meguru Hitomi's character off my school nurse after she treated me for my injuries. I recovered about four to five days after the 'incident', except for the crying part (I do not cry!) I was reluctant to tell her who exactly beat me up. I swear she's a psychic of some sort, or maybe she's very experienced in the ways of medicine, yet she's younger than thirty. I wouldn't know. Anyway, please rate and review. Let me know what you all think! Thanks! Until Next time! Sayonara!