Hi Hi! I have returned! It took me a few days, (3 to be exact o/o) but here I am!
I finally finished the first chapter :) I kept getting discouraged and wrote at least 3 different versions of this chapter, but decided to just go with the first one I typed. Hopefully I made the right decision.
But never mind the details for now. I'm proud present to you chapter 1! But first-
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any its characters :'(
Warnings: I think there's a curse word somewhere in here. You've been warned.
And now! Without further adieu here's the first chapter of Sometimes I Think . . . Enjoy! ^_^
Chapter 1:
Hinata's P.O.V
"Hey, Hinata! What did you wanna talk to me about?" He asked, while smiling his trade mark grin. I always liked that about him. I liked how he'd always smile when he talked to someone-even when that someone was me-he always smiled back.
"N-Naruto-kun . . . I-" I started to feel hesitant. I started to stutter in fear. I was standing beside him, standing beside Naruto, in such close proximity. I felt my muscles tense up, and my breathing began to make haste competing with my heart-I wonder which would make me hyperventilate first-and I felt our bodies getting warmer since our skins were nearly touching. I felt my face getting warmer because his eyes were locked on my own. I'm so weak. I'm so afraid.
Sometimes I even think . . . I'm so-
"N-Naruto-kun . . . I l-like you! P-Please go out w-with me!"
Another thing about Naruto that I liked was his kindness. I liked how he was always kind; Naruto was so kind, even when he was rejecting someone-even when that someone was me. He could've said "Look Hinata. I don't date ugly girls, like you. Don't bother me ever again!" But, he didn't. Instead, he smiled, like always, and said . . . . .
"Sorry Hinata. I only date pretty girls, like Sakura. You understand right?"
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I awoke to the resounding beeping of my cell phone's alarm clock. It was 6 a.m, Monday morning, and when I should have been getting dressed for school, I was instead wiping away the tears that were forming at the corners of my eyes.
I got out of bed and stepped into the bathroom. I hadn't owned a mirror ever since the day when Naruto rejected me. I hadn't seen my own face since I was 12 years old. It may sound sad, but it wasn't. I wasn't. Never did I want to see this hideous face again; I'd hide it from myself. Not just from me, I'd hide it from everyone; I'd hide it from the world.
That was the promise I made to myself 4 years ago. I've only ever broken that promise once, but that was all in the past now. Never have I broken it after that.
I really do think that hiding my ugliness from the world is the best thing for me; it was the best thing to do. So when I started dressing like a freak, going out in public, going to school, just going wherever, with a brown paper bag over my head, even though people still laughed and stared and teased me, it was alright . . . it was alright because I knew they weren't laughing at my face. No. They weren't laughing at my ugly face. They couldn't laugh at it. They couldn't because they couldn't even see it. They could only laugh at me, my stupidity and my brown paper bag.
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I put on my school uniform-a simple white blouse with a red tie and a black pleaded skirt-and tied my hair up into a messy bun. I grabbed a fresh brown paper bag and a black sharpie marker from a dresser in my room and then drew a sad face on it, before poking in some holes for my eyes and mouth, and slipping it over my head.
I began to my trek down the many corridors of my home. I hated how the house was so big, and yet so small. It was always so easy to run into somebody. And I meant that literally because right now I had a run-in with a very firm, very muscular chest.
"Hinata? . . . . ." I recognized the voice almost immediately, and like a reflex I backed away and bent over slightly, apologizing-over and over, again and again-way more than necessary.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry father! I'm really very sorry! I hadn't seen you coming! If I had I wouldn't have . . . sorry! I'm truly sorr-" I stopped apologizing when he started to cut me off.
"Hinata? Are you really going to go outside . . . to school like that?" I hated the way he always said my name like it was some sort of question. As if he was questioning if I really was his daughter, or inquiring my very existence.
"What do you-" I was going to ask him what he meant, but the answer was, as clear, as the scowl implanted on his face. "Yes, father. I was just about to head out."
". . . . . Make sure Hanabi gets to school then" was his late response, before he walked past me and down the end of the next corridor.
"Of course" I mumbled to nobody.
My father unknowingly had this peculiar ability to always leave me in a state of bewilderment-guessing and even thinking-about the various ways he would act (react) towards me or just the way he'd phrase certain things.
Maybe it was him. Or maybe it was just me. But, sometimes I'd think . . . maybe hiding my face just wasn't enough.
Sasuke's P.O.V
"Asuma-"
"-It's Sarutobi-sensei to you Uchiha Sasuke."
"That may be the situation at the academy, but when you decided to hire me and my team outside of school that was no longer the case. This is a binding contract between my team, Taka and you, Asuma." I stated coolly, my infamous smirk shown on my face.
"You'd better watch how you talk to your elders Uchiha! That pretty little face of yours can get fucked up pretty bad if you don't learn to watch your mouth!" he said yanking me towards him, fists balled in the white fabric belonging to my uniform shirt.
"You wanna know what I think Asuma? I think you should learn a little more about the people you choose to deal with, before you start getting ahead of yourself. Otherwise . . ." I made my hand into a fist and punched him hard in his gut. I pushed the fist farther and farther into his abdomen, until I heard the sweet, alternating sounds of various stomach bones snapping, like twigs, before finally letting go. "Otherwise, you're gonna find yourself half-dead in a hospital bed, or better yet . . . just plain dead."
"You son of a-" I watched dully as he emptied his insides out onto the ground, along with some other bodily fluids, one of which I recognized to be blood. "All I need to know is . . . did you kill those two, like I asked of you?"
"You think I'd be standing here if I didn't?"
"I see you got jokes still Uchiha. Well laugh it up while you still can!" He through a large travel case at me. I caught it with ease and opened it up. Roughly 6.5 billion yen was inside the case; I smiled smugly.
"It was a pleasure doing business with you, sensei."
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"So how'd everything go Sasuke? Did ya get the cash? Did ya kill him?"
The job was a simple one. My team and I were hired to kill the wife and child of Asuma Sarutobi, otherwise known as my history teacher, Sarutobi-sensei. His wife was a pretty young woman with black hair and red eyes; she was expecting to give birth to a flesh-and-blood baby in a month tops.
Apparently, her occupation before encountering him was that of a local street whore; a prostitute if I were to be blunt. Asuma paid for and had 'unprotected' sex with the woman and before he knew it she was at his doorstep spurting out notions of her being 'pregnant' and 'blackmailing' him into taking responsibility for the baby. With his job on the line and reputation to worry about, he could only do so much. Of course, he could only put up with it all for about 8 months, that's when he lost it and that's also when he hired me and my team, to get rid of her and 'the little shit', as he would so lovingly call it. We made a contract, and so I got rid of 2 of his many problems in life, in less than an hour.
And only after, receiving my end of the barter had I made my way outside, away from the rendezvous point, and met up with my team back outside. I was a simple person and so my team consisted of only 3 people, and that was enough. Those 3 people were all I needed.
"Hn." I said tossing the travel bag over to the nosy boy. I watched him fumble around, until he finally regained his 'lost' balance. Everything was such a comedy act with him, I swear. His name was Hozuki Suigetsu. He was really thin, surprisingly strong and carried around a large sword. I didn't actually like him; to be honest he reminded me of this one knuckle headed person I knew, still knew, and that-in its' own little way-was reason enough to dislike him or anybody really. He always asked too many questions that he'd already known the answers to and always had this uncanny reflex too suddenly die of dehydration, a few minutes after we had just took a break, almost like a fish out of water. And let's not forget the lover quarrels with another one of my self-proclaimed #1 fangirls.
"Suigetsu you're such a nuisance to Sasuke; he's obviously tired and doesn't want to be bothered with answering your stupid questions! . . . Isn't that right Sasuke-kun?" Speak of the devil. I swear she's either a nut, or fluently skilled in the arts of multiple personalities, which would explain why she can go from angry-bitch to rabid-fangirl in no time flat. Her name was Karin. Just Karin. She was, like a female Suigetsu, loud and annoying. She just had this annoying presence about her-especially in the surprisingly annoying way her hair and eyes were the exact same color: red-and her eyes boy were those lecherous orbs always devouring my body from the inside out: a skill that many young girls seemed to have mastered and imprinted into their DNA coding lately. The only reason I keep her around is because she was remotely useful in her own little irritating ways.
"Sasuke . . . a little birdie just told me that we should get going, if we're planning to make it in time before the bell rings." What irritated me the most about him, Juugo, was that he really meant it when he said 'a little birdie told him'. I think him and Karin were both very frequent riders on this thing I'd like to call the 'Bipolar Express'. Sometimes he would just be talking gently to nature, or to himself, and then the next he'd be rampaging, like the Hulk. He was definitely what one would refer to as a freak of nature. But, unlike Suigetsu and Karin, he was quiet-and when he wasn't out on one of his bizarre rampages-pleasant.
"Right. Suigetsu you go put the bag in the usual place. Juugo, Karin, you both go on ahead to school. I'll meet you there." I said and then walked off in an entirely different direction.
'I guess I'll take the long way to school' I thought, making my way towards the large bridge that would inevitably take me to school.
Hinata's P.O.V
"Hanabi. Let's go to school now." I reached out to grab my sister's hand, but she slapped it away with her own.
"Don't touch me!" She yelled and walked out of the house . . . ahead of me.
I'd be lying to myself, if I said I loved my sister. Because, truth be told, I really hated her more than anyone.
Hanabi was pretty. She had the same pale skin as me, the same long hair, and the same lavender eyes; it would almost feel, like I was looking in a mirror sometimes. I say almost because unlike me Hanabi made all the features we shared in common look wholesome. Descent. Pretty. Attractive.
I didn't only hate my sister because she was prettier than me. I hated her because she was everything I wasn't. She was athletic, strong, brave, and smart. The word pretty just so happened to also be in her vocabulary. She had friends. And she had father. She had everything I ever wanted gift wrapped around all 5 of her fingers; she was a daddy's pretty little girl and I simply just wasn't as lucky.
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It wasn't long before we made it to Hanabi's school, Leaf Ville Middle, a private school.
My father was the CEO of the notorious Byakugan Corp. and so of course that meant my family had lots and lots of wealth. Hanabi and I were to inherit both the company and our father's money one day, as his heirs of course. And so we attended only places that our father thought were 'befitting' of an heir. Meaning, Leaf Ville Middle and Leaf Ville Academy; two schools made strictly for people belonging to high class families.
"Hanabi wait up! You forgot to take your bento!" I ran over to my sister who was now chatting away with small group of individuals. "H-Hanabi you . . . f-forgot t-to take this . . . here." I was out of breath by the time I reached her. Panting slightly, I tried to give her the bento, but she only looked at it and then to me and then turned away in disgust. I could only watch her retreating back; it was heading towards the entrance to the school building. As she continued to chat and walk with the group, I stood where she had ditched me, completely baffled.
"Hanabi, who was that person? She acted like she knew you." This one kid asked. I recognized him to be the grandson of this city's oldest mayor, the 3rd Hokage.
"I have no idea who that was Konohamaru-san. But let's just try and forget about her. She was probably just a little lost piece of street trash, trying to get it in good with my father, by pretending to know me. These things happen. No big deal really." she lied through her teeth.
"That must be dreadful Hanabi-chan. I hope you don't always have run-ins with people like her. I mean, did you see that paper bag, with the sad face on it, the one she was wearing? I hate freaks like her, they should just die!" Another one, this time a girl with a crazy up-do hairstyle, had spoken.
"You're right Moegi-san. Freaks, like her would be better off dead." Hanabi agreed.
I was pretty far away and from this distance and shouldn't have been able to hear her response, but I did. It was like she was talking so loud on purpose. She definitely wanted me to hear it, loud and clear. There was no mistaking it.
I hated agreeing with my sister and her stupid friends, but maybe they had, had a point.
'Maybe I should just die.' I thought, while leaving the school. Heading off instead in the direction of the bridge I needed to cross in order to get to the Academy.
Sometimes I'd even think . . . maybe a freak like me was just-like Hanabi had said-better off dead.
And there you have it! The first chapter! I tried my best and if I failed to please you I ask of you to remember . . . I TRIED MY BEST! :D
Sorry if it wasn't up to your expectations, but hey at least its something right?
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