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Love’s Misconstruities
Chapter 21
The evening breeze was
beginning to turn into the colder chill of night, but Hinata did not feel
it. She could barely even taste her
dinner as she sat at Ichiraku picking at her noodle dish, completely lost in
thought.
‘I knew that this
might happen, after all… And even if he
didn’t throw me out…even if he did agree to my marrying Gaara…I would have left
anyway, so…why should this bother me? I’ve
never wanted to be his successor… I
just… I just…wanted him to…to…accept
me…to be proud of me…’ she admitted to herself, biting her lip in effort
not to start crying. It had taken long
enough to stop the last time and she refused to start again, especially now
that she was in public. ‘But that was
a lofty goal, wasn’t it?’
“Hey,
if it isn’t Hinata!”
‘I could never be the
daughter that he wanted…’
“...Oy, Hinata…”
‘I’m weak and pathetic
and-’
“Hinata?” So startled was she at the hand suddenly
touching her shoulder that she fell from her stool with a shriek, taking her
bowl of ramen with her. “Hinata! …ehh… Are you okay?”
“N-N-Naruto-kun!” she
acknowledged to the concerned boy kneeling beside her.
“Are you okay?” he
repeated. “You’re not burnt, are you?”
asked the boy, gesturing to Hinata’s ramen-covered jacket and pants with his
left hand. His right, Hinata noticed,
was heavily bandaged and in a sling.
“Oh, Naruto-kun,
you’re injured!”
“Oh,
eh, this? Ha! This is nothing. You should’ve seen the other guy,” Naruto
snickered. “So you’re okay then? No burns or anything?” he repeated, turning
the attention back to her.
“Eh? Uh…n-no…
It was…already getting cold…” she explained half-heartedly as she sat up
and began to pick off the stringy noodles from her attire. ‘Great…now I have to go back home and get
some clean-’ She paused mid-motion as
she realized that such an option was no longer open to her. Her gaze dropped as she sat helpless on the
floor. She didn’t notice the shopkeeper
and the blonde exchanging looks of concern and whispering a few words to each
other…her mind was locked away in self-pity.
The only thing that brought her attention back to the here-and-now was
Naruto taking her hand in his. The young
girl abruptly looked up, shocked at the physical contact, but strangely enough,
a blush didn’t even grace her cheeks.
Naruto grinned at her as he stood and gently tugged at her arm, urging
her to do the same. She did so, but
dropped her gaze once again.
“Uh…if you’d like,
I’ll buy you another bowl,” the boy offered.
Hinata forced a weak
smile, but declined the offer. “It’s
okay…I’m not hungry. I… I have to go somewhere anyway…”
“What, right now? Where?”
“To, uh…get changed,”
she lied, her voice trembling as she turned to leave. “Thank you for the offer, Naruto-kun. You’re...really...too kind. Now, if you’ll excuse me,” she said, bowing
and beginning to walk past him. Feeling
that she was losing her battle against her tears, she lowered her head, but not
quickly enough to hide it.
“Wait, Hinata,” But she didn’t. Instead, she quickened her pace, maneuvering
aimlessly through the thinning crowds of the village until, at last, she found
herself alone in a darkened dead-end ally where she finally allowed herself to
collapse against a brick wall as she wept once again.
‘Why… Why can’t I be stronger? Why can’t I stop these outbursts? I even made a fool of myself in front of
Naruto-kun…’
“Um….you know…” came a voice from above her. Hinata jumped once again as she looked up
through blurred vision at the blonde boy who stood sideways on the building
above her. “I know it’s none of my
business and all, but…if whatever’s bothering you is bad enough that you’d
forget to pay for your ramen, then…maybe you should talk to someone about
it.”
“Oh,
no! I have to-”
“It’s
okay, it’s okay. I took care of it. But you owe me a bowl next time, okay?”
Hinata wiped the tears
from her face before slowly nodding.
“Arigatou gozaimasu, Naruto-kun…
I’m sorry to have inconvenienced you.”
Naruto jumped from the
wall and landed crouched before his kunoichi comrade, staring at her intently
as if trying to figure out what to make of her.
Hinata shied away from his gaze, finally resorting to burying her head
against her knees which she had pulled up to her chest. “Hm…you’ve always been weird, Hinata…but not
like this. What’s wrong? Has someone been bullying you? No, that can’t be… Heh, you’d kick their ass. Hm…then…did you get in a fight with your
teammates? Did that creepy Shino guy say
something bad to you?” She shook her
head slowly, sniffling. “Did Kiba do
something?” Again, she shook her
head. “…hm…Neji,
then?”
“No, Neji-nii-san has
nothing to do with this.”
“Ah, then it’s
romantic problems, huh?” he guessed, finally earning him a startled gaze. “Bingo.
Wanna talk about it?”
“It wouldn’t change
anything,” the girl despaired.
“No, but… Eh…well, who is this guy, anyway?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“What doesn’t matter?”
Naruto said, slowly trying to coax the truth out of her.
“…It’s
okay, nothing happened between us.”
“So then why are you
upset? Isn’t it because of him?”
“It’s not his fault.”
“Whose?”
“Gaar-” Hinata
abruptly stopped mid-word as she realized she’d fallen into his trap.
“Gaar…?” Naruto
repeated, urging her to continue. Hinata
only looked away. “Gaar…something, huh?”
he said once again. “‘Ru?’ ‘Ri?’
‘Gaa-ri?’
No? ‘Ra?’ ‘Gaa-ra-something,’ then? Wait…‘Gaara’… …EHH?!
Gaara?! Sunagakure’s Kazekage?
That
Gaara?!” When Hinata didn’t
dispute it, Naruto laughed heartily. “Really?! Ha ha, that’s
great!! He never told me that!... Eh, then again,
he doesn’t really say a whole lot to anyone…
He’s like you when it comes to that.”
Hinata had tried to shrink as far into the wall as was humanly
possible. Her former crush was the last
person that she’d imagined discussing these kinds of problems with. “So, what’s up? If he’s not the problem, then…”
“Naruto-kun…it’s okay,
really,” she reassured, wiping at her drying tears.
“Alright, alright, I
understand,” he relinquished, finally standing and giving her some space. Offering her his hand once more he said,
“Well, why don’t you go home and get changed then. It won’t do you any good to be wearing wet
clothes all night.” Hinata, who had
begun to reach for his hand, halted mid-motion at his statement. Her eyes once again glossed over as her lip
twitched. “Eh? What?
Did I say something wrong?”
“…Gomen… Gomen, Naruto-kun…”
“Don’t apologize. Just tell me what I said wrong so I can fix
it.”
“It’s nothing you can
fix,” she sobbed.
At this, Naruto was
stumped. He felt uncomfortable as hell
standing above the distraught girl, feeling as helpless as she. But it would be wrong to leave her here like
this and he knew it. Deciding to make
himself more comfortable, he took a seat beside the girl and waited since it
was the only thing he could do.
“…I…I can’t go home…”
came the smallest of whispers after several long silent minutes.
“Huh?”
“…I told my father of
my intentions to marry Gaara and he disowned me.”
“M-marry?! Whoa…so it’s that serious, huh? Oh, eh, but...shouldn’t your father be happy
for you? I mean, you’re his daughter,
right?”
“He had planned on me
wedding someone else - within the clan…not from another village.”
“Huh? Oh…yeah, you Hyuugas are weird like that, aren’t
you,” Naruto recalled. “So…you don’t
have another change of clothes? Or a
place to sleep tonight?” he asked, focusing on the problems which he at least
had a chance of helping with. The young
girl shook her head. “Then come on. You can stay at my place tonight. You can wash your clothes there. I’ve got some extra ones you can wear until
yours are dry, okay?”
“Eh?! N-Naruto-kun, no, I...I couldn’t-”
“It’s
okay, it’s okay! I promise,
nothing funny! I’d never dishonor
Gaara’s future wife! You’re my friend,
and Gaara is too so it’s my duty to help.
Now come on, you’ll catch a cold if you stay out here any longer,” he
finished, grabbing her hand and pulling her along.
* * *
It had been a long
night, and by the time they’d gotten Hinata changed, washed her clothes, and
hung them out to dry, they were both quite ready for
sleep. But before they did, Hinata just
had to get something off her chest.
‘If I don’t say
this now, I never will…and he deserves to know.
I don’t know if I’ll ever have the courage to tell him again,’ she
resolved. “Naruto-kun… For tonight, I give you my thanks,” she
declared, bowing.
“Oh, eh…really, it’s
no problem. No need to be so formal,
Hinata. We’re friends, after all.”
To this, Hinata
managed a small smile. “You’ve always
done so much for me, Naruto-kun…”
“Eh?” Naruto
questioned as he finished making up his bed and threw a few spare blankets on
the floor next to it. “Oy, everything is
a pain with only one good arm,” he muttered under his breath.
“You may not know
this, but I used to look up to you a lot…
I still do, I suppose.” Naruto
turned to face his guest, a confused expression coating his face. He watched as she fidgeted with her hands and
seemed to refuse to look anywhere near him, but still, she pressed on. “You were always so strong…so adamant about
following your way of the ninja. You
have a goal that you are pursuing and you won’t let anyone stand in your way or
tell you that you can’t do it.”
“Hinata,-”
“I, on the other hand,
was always told that my fate had been decided from the moment I was
conceived. I tried to go along with it
but it wasn’t what I wanted. It still
isn’t.” Hinata paused as a sad grin
lifted the corners of her lips. “Even if
I did want it, I could never become the person that my family needs me to
be. But I did try… I tried so hard for all of these years to
become stronger, to not let my family, my team, or Konoha down… I was able to do that partly because of you,
Naruto-kun,” she explained, tears beginning to fall down her pale cheeks. “Seeing you rise from being worst in our
class to what you are today…seeing your determination and strength…it gave me
hope. I really admire you, Naruto-kun.”
“Hinata…?”
“And, so, I just wanted
to thank you. I’m sorry,
I’ve just…wanted to say those things to you for so long… I’m sorry to have troubled you.”
The blonde watched the
shorter girl before him, utterly baffled.
She wiped at her eyes using the cuffs of his old jacket which she wore. He’d given it to her for modesty’s sake. His spare pants had fit her well enough,
though they were too long and a bit tight in the hips. The shirt, which fit him just fine, had
definitely not been designed with a woman’s bust in mind. When he’d first seen her after she’d changed,
he’d caught himself staring at the shapely woman she’d become. But Naruto, determined not to wind up as
perverted as his teachers, had dug through his closet until he found his old
and tattered orange jacket. Though it wasn’t
much, Hinata took it and thanked him, tenderly putting it on as if this worn
relic from his past were the most precious of garments she had ever worn.
“I know it sounds
strange, but if you hadn’t gotten drunk a few years ago and created all your clones
that terrorized the village…I never would have gotten to know Gaara. So, I should thank you for that as well.”
“Uh…yeah…”
Hinata finally worked
up the courage to look at him and almost chuckled at what she saw, but she
managed to confine her laughter into a small grin. “The way you’re looking at me… You must think that I’m crazy.”
“Well… I always thought you were a strange one,
Hinata,” he admitted, a smile growing on his own lips as well. “But people like you don’t deserve to be so
sad. I guess I’m glad if I was able to
help you become stronger, and even meet Gaara…though I wouldn’t go as far as thanking
me for trashing the village…” he added in a quieter voice before speaking up
again. “But, you know? That just proves what a great guy Gaara
is! Did you know that he paid back all
the tabs that my clones ran up that night?
Whew! When I got the bill from Oba-san
I almost passed out! He really saved me
there!” he chuckled. “You know, I’m
really glad that he was able to wind up with someone as nice as you. He had such a crappy life before…he really
deserves some happiness. It’s really
awesome. Everything’s finally coming
together for him. I’m really glad,”
Naruto admitted as he knelt down to straighten the blankets some more. Though Hinata could hear the sincerity in his
voice, she also recognized the faint tinge of envy.
“And someday, the same
will happen for you,” she declared with confidence, earning her Naruto’s
attention again. “I know it’s your dream
to become Hokage…and if you keep going down this path that you’re on, I just
know that it’ll come true eventually, Naruto-kun. And…as for Sakura-chan…” she added, noticing
that Naruto’s eyes widened at the mention of the medic’s name. “I can only hope that she’ll realize that while
you both chase after Sasuke-san, it’s you that is by her side…that it’s you who
is always, and always has been, there for her.
She’s a lucky girl to be loved by you.
I think that someday she’ll understand that.”
“Hinata… I, um…” Naruto began, fiddling again with the
blankets. “…Thanks.”
The rest of the night
had been uneventful. After Hinata had volunteered
to help the struggling boy straighten the make-shift futon, he had insisted
that she sleep in his bed for the night while he took to the floor. After some pointless arguing, Naruto finally
convinced her that it was okay and he didn’t mind. Soon after, the two fell fast asleep. The next morning Hinata’s clothes were still
a bit damp, but it was tolerable and she changed back into them, thanking
Naruto once again before taking her leave.
Naruto then decided to write a short letter and took it to be sent
before carrying on with his day.
* * *
“Yes, Hinata, what is
it?” Tsunade asked upon the girl’s entrance into her office.
“I, uh…I wanted to
request…um…” the girl stumbled, trying to figure out how to say what she
wanted.
“Does this have
something to do with the talk we had about a week ago?” the impatient Hokage
asked.
“Uh…hai.”
“Are you trying to
request permission to leave Konoha and go to Sunagakure?”
“…Hai…”
“Permission denied!”
“Eh? But, Hokage-sama-”
“There are some
important matters currently going on and I can’t afford to lose a shinobi with
your abilities right now. …When this is over and things calm down we can discuss this
further, but right now the answer is no.”
Hinata nodded, taking
in her leader’s words. “Hai! …What are these
new-”
“It’s classified…but
soon enough, I think it’ll be time to let Team 8 in on the action. For now, rest up while you
can. You are dismissed.”
“H-hai,” the younger
girl said, starting to rush off.
“Hinata,” called the
older woman, causing Hinata to halt and turn back around. In an instant, her reflexes worked their
magic and she caught the odd projectile which was hurled toward her. Opening her fist, she found a small silver
key.
Hinata raised an
eyebrow. “How did you-”
“I’m the Hokage,” was
her explanation, and Hinata just nodded in acceptance.
“Arigatou,” came her response as she bowed before going to check out her
new living quarters.
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Translations/Term Definitions...in no
particular order:
- ...Just an author’s note, really, I suppose... In Japanese, as opposed to English, instead
of having 26 letters of the alphabet, they have many different kana characters (or
combinations of kana characters) which make out a single syllable. So, when Naruto is trying to guess the name
of Hinata’s mystery-man, it’s really not that hard since he heard the first
part of the syllable, “r.” Naturally
then, there would only be 8 possibilities in the Japanese language to complete
this syllable: “ra,” “ri,” “ru,” “re,” and “ro,” “rya,” “ryu,” and “ryo.” Anyway, just thought that I
would make this point clear in case it seemed unrealistic that Naruto would
guess “ra” so quickly and realize that the name was just “Gaara” and relate
that to the one and only “Gaara” that he knows. :p I
have a lot of trouble writing the spastic blonde so I stress about the realism
of his character, or just the story in general...if you couldn’t already tell
by this note.
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