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ⲃⳙⲧⲧⲉⲅ⳨ⳑⲩ	By : Sessakag Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Hinata Views: 4852 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Four
One Secret Unveiled

May 4, 2016
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He blinked, surprised even though he really shouldn’t have been.
Now he understood why she didn’t wanna talk…
Hinata Hyuuga…stuttered.
Why the hell hadn’t that thought crossed his mind? It made so much sense now. She probably had other kids teasing her about her lingual disability growing up. Hell, he knew some catty girls and shitty guys, people his age on the cusp of graduation, that would make fun of her even now. There were shitty adults too, so even after their third year ended and she left for university or started working, some asshole somewhere was gonna make fun of her.
That really had to suck for her.
His own strange way of speaking had gotten him teased constantly before he’d gained the confidence to tell those other kids to go fuck themselves, even though his verbal tic really bothered him in his early youth. He was more than at peace with it now, thrilled even. He always loved standing out, loved being different yet uniquely remembered by others.
Dattebayo accomplished that.
He studied the female next to him. Her shoulders were painfully haunched, embarrassment radiating hot red on her cheeks.
No.
It wasn’t simple embarrassment.
It was…shame.
Soul deep shame.
Her eyes were shimmering, and he could see moisture collecting in their corners. There was tension in her delicate shoulders, a whiting of her knuckles as she gripped her skirt. She was bracing herself for his reaction he realized. Expecting something cruel and mocking to come out of his mouth.
Her lip trembled.
He rubbed the back of his neck.
He didn’t really like tears. He didn’t interact with a crying girl all that often. His mother rarely cried, her volcanic temper burned away any semblance of moisture in her eyes. Sakura was much the same. He’d never seen her cry, even when they broke up the millions of times they had. He didn’t really know how to deal with this current…situation, and wasn’t really sure he wanted to.
But…he couldn’t just sit there and ignore it. To not even try to make her feel less embarrassed about it. He wasn’t that type of guy and she had shown him a flaw in herself she hadn’t wanted to reveal for the sake of helping him.
He couldn’t let that gesture go unanswered.
She had guts to open her mouth knowing what would come out. If nothing else, he respected people that had guts.
“It’s not that big a deal, ya know,” he told her quietly.
He wracked his brain for something else to say. Anything that would make her feel better and turn this awkward situation into one that was bearable for both of them.
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed it but I got some issues talking too. Minor, granted, so I can’t really compare it to yours but it gave me grief when I was little. Got me picked on a lot,”
Though it hadn’t lasted long. He had been a rough, loud mouth boy with his mother’s short temper and his father’s quick hands. It got him into trouble but he’d had no problem laying kids on their ass when they mocked him. It took six months of bloodying noses and blacking eyes for his peers to leave him the hell alone about the way he talked. Since then, he rarely if ever had that problem.
He doubted the delicate creature next to him would yell much less knock the snot outta some deserving bully.
“I got a verbal tic from my mom,” he continued, “her’s is dattebane, mine’s dattebayo. I’m the last person to make fun of how anybody talks, so you don’t have to feel uncomfortable when you talk to me. I won’t make fun of ya. Honestly you’ve got more ground to tease me than I do you. My verbal tic is pretty stupid. At least you’re saying real words,”
She still looked incredibly uncomfortable despite his confession and attempt to lighten the mood. In fact, she didn’t look like she wanted to utter another word. She looked like she sorely regretted opening her mouth in the first place.
He held back a sigh.
“I…w-wouldn’t do that…”
Just as it had been the first time, her voice was barely above a whisper. It was soft and willowy, smooth and lilting. Considering the pretty picture she painted with her delicate features, shiny dark hair and ivory skin, the gentle, feminine sound perfectly suited her. He just wished it were a few notches louder so he didn’t have to strain to hear her.
He chuckled.
“Thanks, haven’t been made fun of in years, it’d suck having to go back to being the butt of somebody’s joke, ‘ttebayo.”
She opened her mouth again, but closed it a moment later. Confused, he started to ask why when the answer presented itself. A student passed by. Her lavender gaze shifted to the boy that passed, then a girl coming the opposite way.
Too many people in hearing range for her to risk talking.
“Hey, wanna study on the roof?” he asked, “there’s never anybody up there and its close to homeroom. We can avoid the crush on the way back to class.”
She looked a little panicked by the offer and for the life of him, he didn’t understand why. She had a crush on him, and from his experience smitten girls usually jumped at the chance of being alone with the object of their affection. Maybe she though he was gonna jump the gun and do something to her while they were alone.
“What’s the matter?” he questioned, “do I make you uncomfortable or something? I promise I’m not asking to go up there to do something weird. I’m not that type of guy, ya know.”
She startled, milky orbs shooting to his.
“I’m s-sorry, I didn’t m-mean t-to imply that-”
“No it’s okay,” he refuted, waving away the apology, “I know you weren’t accusing me of anything, I just assumed that’s where your head was. Figured I’d clear the air about it, dattebayo. Girls kinda have to be careful about stuff like that. I get it. We don’t have to go up there if you don’t feel comfortable. I just thought all these people walking around close enough to hear you talk made you nervous.”
Her eyes swept the room.
“I-It…does…”
“Then where you wanna go? Doesn’t have to be the roof. You pick.”
She fell silent, twisting her fingers in her skirt, quietly struggling to make up her mind. He tried not to get impatient.
He had never, never met a girl this timid and meek.
Never.
She was a exercise in patience, something he had always lacked.
“I’m s-sorry,” she whispered, “I don’t w-want to t-trouble you but I…would feel more c-comfortable on the roof.”
He closed his book and hers, grabbed both and stood.
“It’s no trouble at all,” he assured her as she too stood but took a half step away from him, “I actually like being up there. I go up there all the time.”
Today was definitely roof weather. The sun was warm but not overbearing, covered as it was by fluffy white clouds. Ocean blue rivaling the vividness of his own eyes stretched far above the city. A gentle breeze whistle softly through his hair, the brisk air current further cooling the bright yellow rays above. There was a shady spot beside the outer wall of the stairwell they’d just exited. He wandered over to it and plopped down.
She shuffled over to him as he set their books down.
Following a brief hesitation, she settled beside him, folding her legs and skirt beneath her. Theres was quite a bit of space between them.
More than was necessary.
Not in the mood to make a fuss about it, he opened both books to the chapter they’d started and sat his notebook down.
“Alright, here comes the bullshit,” he sighed.
He looked down at the numbers, letters and nonsense symbols then at the directions.
“Find the derivative of f(x)=105√x3−√x7+63√x8−3?” he read aloud, “guess I’ll try it first then you can tell me where I fucked up at, ‘ttebayo.”
“O-okay.”
Five minutes later, he glared at the book, blonde brow twitching.
“You don’t even need to tell me where I fucked up,” he muttered, “the moment I picked up the pencil is where I fucked up, dattebayo.”
“T-That’s alright…c-calculus can be t-tricky…” she murmured, taking the notebook and sliding it to face her, “t-try it this w-way.”
Her penmanship was clear and feminine. She breezed through the problem, haltingly explaining as she worked, giving him tips and tricks she used to help her solve the mathematical equations. He was a little slow on the uptake but eventually began to focus, and with her gentle patience, found patterns that would help him when she wasn’t next to him giving him assistance. He always felt antsy and impatient when being tutored by anyone other than his father, and that was because his tutors usually got impatient and antsy having to teach him, a teenage ball of energy that would rather be out and about than hitting the books.
She was neither.
Like a calm river, she remained serene and steady.
By the time the bell rang he knew a hell of a lot more than he had before. He was no where near proficient in the new techniques he’d acquired, but he definitely felt more confident. With this session, he might be able to accomplish an average score rather than barely acceptable.
“Well shit…” he muttered, a little surprised with himself, “guess I been going about this calculus stuff all wrong.”
He grabbed both their books and stood.
“Thanks a lot,” he grinned as he reached a hand down to help her stand.
She hesitated longer than he expected before she slid her little hand in his. Delicate, petite, his own roughened tanned hand fairly swallowed hers. Pink bloomed on her cheeks as she gained her feet.
“I really appreciate the help. Mind making this a regular thing?” he asked, “we can meet on the roof again, next study hall.”
Again, she hesitated before giving a slow nod.
“O-okay…”
“Cool, next study hall then,” he confirmed, handing her the text book she’d brought.
She took it, slid it into her bag.
“Better head back, we have history next and you know Shimura-sensei is a hard ass.”
Danzo Shimura was more than a hard ass. Fanatically interested in World History and disgustingly exacting, he was one of the least popular teachers among their group of instructors. Heading for the door, Naruto stuffed his own book in his bag.
“U-Uzumaki-san…”
He turned and gave her a questioning look.
“Please don’t t-tell anyone…”
Her threadbare plea and scared eyes made his chest hurt.
He really did feel for her.
“I won’t,” he assured her, “you know, there’s a lot of people that don’t care about stuff like that. My friends wouldn’t make fun of you. In fact, if we ever got wind that somebody was making fun of your stutter, we’d punch their lights out.”
Her eyes widened.
He shrugged.
“Girls too. We have a few girls in our group not afraid to talk with their fists.”
She looked even more startled. Amusement curled his lips. She looked painfully innocent with those milky doe eyes. Clearly she didn’t come from a background where violence to get a point across was an acceptable answer.
“We’re a little rough around the edges but we’re cool, I promise,” he grinned, “once you get to know me better, let me know if you wanna meet everybody. I can explain the situation for you or you can let them find out for themselves, it’s up to you. Either way, they’re not gonna give a shit.”
Looking uncertain, she seemed at a lost as to how to answer.
“Think about it,” he said, “let me know or just come over and sit with us. Whatever you wanna do.”
And he meant that. She didn’t have any friends, and with her stutter, didn’t seem too interested in changing that. She had to feel lonely being on the outside. Knowing his social circle as he did, they’d welcome her without hesitation.
Well.
Mostly everyone.
Sakura would either be all attitude or she’d put on a front of indifference, but that’d be aimed towards him rather than her. While she was passionate and didn’t hesitate to speak her mind, his temporary ex-girlfriend wasn’t a bully or prone to going after people that didn’t deserve it. Not that he had to worry about any of that right now, she was on full blown cold shoulder along with the rest of the female counterparts of their group.
Kiba though…he’d really have to have a conversation with him.
That pervert would be salivating all over her if he didn’t put him on notice ahead of time.
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Naruto shrugged off his shoes at the genkan, then moved to make room for his guests. Kiba, Choji, Sai, Shino, Lee and Shikamaru trudged in after him. He led the group through the living room and into the kitchen. Choji reached for the three containers in the fridge, the usual snacks his mother left for him and his friends, while the others grabbed drinks.
They headed to his room as they’d always done at least twice a week for the last twelve years. More so in the last five years considering his room offered the most space and the most privacy. Midway through the trip, Shikamaru stopped at his hall closet and yanked on the door. When it didn’t budge, he pulled again, harder this time. The resistant wood popped open.
Annoyed, the teen questioned over his shoulder, “when are you gonna do something with this door, Naruto? Every time we come over somebody has to fight to get the damn thing open.”
“Soon,” the blonde answered.
“You said that last year,” Kiba reminded him as he too ducked into the storage closet.
The pair returned with a few black beanbags and placed them in their normal spot in his TV area.
With a careless shrug, Naruto tossed his bag down on the floor near his bed, then plopped down in his favorite spot on the couch.
“I keep forgetting.”
Once the guys were seated, and a game of Shinobi Storm 7 was started, Naruto took the opportunity to speak to his friends about the new developments.
“So look, Hinata might be coming to sit with us at lunch some time soon, don’t ask me when, I don’t know for sure,” he announced, eyes glued to the screen, fingers sliding with expert ease over the buttons on his controller, “Anyway, when she does, try not to scare her off being idiots, dattebayo. At least let her get used to us before you all go full blown stupid,”
“You’re one to talk,” Kiba snorted, “you’re worse than me.”
“Nobody is worse than you, Kiba,” Choji laughed.
The others nodded their agreement.
“Fuck you guys,”
“No thank you Kiba-kun, I am not of that proclivity,” Sai interjected.
Naruto sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, the group at large mimicking his exasperation with gestures and sounds of their own, everyone except for the usual odd man out, Lee. Even though they were in an active match, the blonde and Nara called a momentary cease fire as they processed the current social mishap.
“He wasn’t being serious,” the bowl cut wearing teen explained, “it’s an expression of vulgar dismissal,”
The suspected robot blinked.
“Oh,” was his response, “…I see.”
“Do you?” Kiba huffed, “do you really?”
“No.”
“Course not.”
“Lay off him Kiba,” their chubby friend chortled, “he’s trying his best.”
“His best ain’t enough. He sucks the fun outta everything.”
“And you make everything unnecessarily lewd and disgusting,” Shikamaru countered.
“Speaking of disgusting,” the blonde cut in, “you’re gonna have to knock that shit off when she’s around us. Last thing girl’s wanna hear is the nasty shit that comes outta your mouth. We don’t even like it most of the time, we just tolerate it since we know your ass was raised by a pack of angry dogs,”
“I’ll make sure to let mom know that, asshole,” Kiba responded.
“Who do you think told us that story?” Naruto questioned, brow raised, “apparently they carted you off from the hospital, then dropped your ass off on her porch five years later once they got tired of you.”
Choji howled with belly deep laughter.
Kiba gave them all a glare laced with death as pink tinted his cheeks.
His mother really had said that.
More than once.
Tsume Inuzuka had no chill. She was worse than his own mother and that was saying something. While far from easily offended, even Kushina found the aggressive woman more than a little abrasive.
“Whatever,” the Inuzuka snapped, “don’t need a damn warning, I know how to behave around girls.”
“Ino, Tenten and the other girls would say you’re full shit,” Shikamaru pointed out.
“They don’t count,” he refuted, “I’ve known them too long to put on a front. Sakura’s stuck on this idiot.”
He pointed at Naruto.
“Temari is stuck on that idiot.”
He pointed at Shikamaru.
“Karui’s stuck on this idiot.”
He pointed at Choji.
“Ino is stuck on that…whatever he is.”
He pointed at Sai.
“And I’m pretty sure Tenten isn’t on team sausage, so I don’t see the point in behaving. No play with any of them.”
Shikamaru sighed, “that’s not the point. They’re still females and don’t wanna be subjected to your filthy mouth. Have some respect man.”
“I respect them. I don’t sugarcoat shit. I’m real with them, what’s more respectful than that?”
The group again shook their heads.
“Whatever,” the exasperated Uzumaki dismissed, “point of this conversation, watch your mouth while she’s around, otherwise you’re gonna have more than the girls punching you in the throat, ‘ttebayo.”
Rolling his dark eyes, Kiba crossed his arms. Though flippant, he knew the blonde wasn’t one to make idle threats.
“Like I said, I know how to act around girls, don’t need a damn warning from you. Besides, I get to look at her during lunch, think I’d say something to fuck that up?”
Naruto gave the teen a long stare, then sighed.
“You’re not sitting with us,” he decided.
“Oh come on! You’re really gonna cut your best bud outta the action? It’s not my fault she’s fuckin-”
“Hot, yeah, I know, she’s also really fuckin shy, so either act like a normal human being or go sit somewhere else. Only warning your gonna get.”
“I got it, jeez. I was just kidding. Not tryna fuck this up for you. I’m a good wingman.”
“Like I need one,” he snorted, “not once did I need help from you or anyone else to get a girl. Save it for somebody that needs help, ‘ttebayo.”
“Well aren’t we Mr. Tall Blonde and Arrogant.”
“It’s called confidence, you should look for some instead of wasting so much time chasing girls to hit and quit.”
“Who the fuck asked you, Naruto,” he muttered.
“Excuse me for tryna help your ass out. Much as you talk about girls, you’re the only one here that’s never even had a girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend for what? I like my freedom.”
“Fine, keep your freedom then, the rest of us are tryna actually build a relationship over here.”
“Some building you’re doing,” he scoffed, “all this building’s why Sakura’s giving you the cold shoulder?”
“You clearly don’t know shit about relationships. Ever heard of a rough patch?”
“Hate to say it but, that doesn’t seem to be what you and Sakura have going on. Rough patch implies things were smooth at some point,” Shikamaru injected, “rough patch is you guy’s standard.”
Naruto gave him an annoyed glance.
“I’m just saying.”
“He’s got a point, Naruto,” Choji added.
“He ain’t got shit,” Naruto muttered, “give it a month or two, shit’s gonna be smooth as butter.”
“We’ll see,” Kiba said, “you might not even wanna go back to her after you get your hands on that transfer student. She don’t talk much but hell, that’s not exactly a bad thing. You might like it more than getting your ear chewed the fuck off every other day.”
“I’m confused,” Lee piped up, “get his hands on the transfer student? Hyuuga-san?”
“Yeah, he’s gonna date her for a little bit, get Sakura all jealous and shit, then hope she’ll take his ass back and finally be nice to him,” he explained, ignoring the irritated stare from the teen in question, “I don’t think it’s gonna work. She’s too used to him being her punching bag. I think he should just move the hell on.”
“Oiii…” the blonde growled.
“I see…maybe he’s right, Naruto,” Lee murmured, “Hyuuga-san seems like a really nice person. Rather than trying to make Sakura jealous, why not date her just to date her?”
“Cuz he’s hung up on Sakura and nobody can change his mind. He’s as stubborn as she is. Misery loves company. They’d rather be unhappy together than happy with someone else.”
Naruto was up and out of his seat before he finished.
“You know what-”
Shikamaru was there in an instant, and much as he always did, placed a restraining hand on the most hotheaded of his friends.
“Chill out Naruto,” he cautioned, then called over his shoulder, “Kiba, unless you wanna go home with a black eye, knock it off.”
With an annoyed click of his teeth, Naruto retook his seat.
“Anyway, you made your point, Naruto, when she sits with us, we’ll be cool,” Shikamaru promised for the group, though he looked pointedly at Kiba.
“Another thing,” the blonde continued, picking up his controller, “don’t react when she starts talking.”
They threw confused looks his way.
“Hold up,” Kiba commented, moving closer, “first of all, what the fuck does that mean? And second, she talked to you? Like said actual words to you?”
“Obviously, why the hell do you think we’re having this conversation? She came by the library and tutored me up on the roof. Kinda hard to do that without talking.”
“How the hell was anybody supposed to know that! You didn’t say shit about it at school! Next time start with the important stuff first!”
He had forgotten that bit of it during their back and forth.
“My bad, I forgot. Anyway, yeah, she talked to me.”
“What’d she say? What’s she sound like?”
“Why doesn’t she talk at all even though she can?” Lee asked.
“What she said and how she sounded ain’t important, what’s important is that she has a…understandable reason for not talking, and no I’m not gonna tell you why. I gave her the option of letting me tell you all before she sits with us, or letting her do it, she hasn’t given me an answer yet, so I’m not gonna say. Hell, she hasn’t even decided if she’s gonna sit with us or not, but anyway, it’s up to her what she wants you guys to know. Either way, if she comes to sit with us at lunch, don’t make a big fuss about how she talks.”
He wasn’t worried about them making fun of her, or laughing at her, but surprised looks and stunned expressions probably wouldn’t help her stuttering situation. It’d be better if there wasn’t any reaction at all. She’d feel more comfortable and confident if nobody batted an eye when she stuttered.
“Now I’m really fucking curious,” Kiba muttered.
“Stay curious. Unless she gives me the okay, or opens her mouth herself, I’m not saying anything, dattebayo. Like you said, I’m as stubborn as Sakura-chan. Don’t waste your breath.”
“I can’t believe this shit! It’s only been a week and not only is she not running away from you, she’s talking to you,” Kiba complained, “lucky asshole.”
“That doesn’t sound right,” Choji laughed, “wanna rephrase that?”
“Nope.”
“Disgusting,” Shikamaru sighed.
They returned to the game and snacks.
“Fuck,” Naruto huffed a few minutes later, “always with the back hand shit. I don’t see how the hell you keep wining when I have way more chakra than you. Shit doesn’t make sense, ‘ttebayo.”
“You’re too upfront and open,” Shikamaru shrugged, “you go with brute force rather than thinking ahead. It’s not hard to get around it when you pretty much announce what you’re about to do.”
“Works most of the time,” he shrugged before handing the controller to Shino.
“I’m home!”
His mother’s faint call brought a sigh from a few in the group.
“Play time is over,” Choji murmured, munching on a sweet smelling fruit, “your mom’s home.”
They moved as one, reaching for backpacks and pulling out homework.
She was opening the door a few minutes later, all smiles and bright violet eyes.
“Good evening boys,” his cheery mother chirped.
“Good evening, Kushina-san,” from his friends.
“Hey mom,” he greeted, hoping she wasn’t gonna call him sweetheart in front of his friends again.
It had taken weeks for them to stop ribbing him about it the last time it slipped from her mouth.
“I see you all are hard at work,” she smiled, “do your best and let me know if you need anything.”
“Thanks mom.”
“Thanks Kushina-san,” made their rounds.
“Are you all staying for dinner?”
Only two declined.
“I have to get home and feed Akamaru soon,” Kiba said, “mom’s working late at the vet tonight.”
“I see, well maybe next time. Tell your mother and Akamaru I said hello, dattebane,”
“I won’t be able to stay for dinner either,” Shino announced, “Torune will be back from his doctor’s appointment soon. He may need care.”
The redhead nodded, her pretty face arranged in an expression of concerned sympathy.
“How’s he doing?” she questioned softly.
Those around him listened in too. Shino’s adoptive brother was two years older than them, and wasn’t someone they interact with regularly, they were still friendly and concerned with his health. Battling a rare skin disease since birth, Torune’s health fluctuated weekly, sometimes daily.
“Better,” Shino replied, “he’s been responding positively to treatment."
“That’s good to hear, I’m glad he’s doing better. Send him my love and tell your father I said hello.”
“I will, thank you, Kushina-san.”
She gave him another gentle smiled before taking in the teens at large.
“Dinner will be ready in about an hour. Make sure you wash your hands before you come up to eat.”
Naruto stifled a sigh. It was mild in terms of embarrassment, but he could stomach it. She left shortly after, closing the door behind her.
“Too bad about dinner,” Kiba sighed, “Your mom’s-”
Naruto tossed his pencil, sharp point first at Kiba, cutting his favorite mantra off mid-sentence then grabbed another from his backpack and returned to his homework.
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“Hinata?”
She startled, moon colored eyes whipping across the table.
“What happened today, honey? You’re spacey again.”
Heat burned her cheeks.
“I’m s-sorry.”
Kurenai shook her head.
“It’s alright, I don’t bring it to your attention as a criticism, I’m merely wondering what you’re thinking. If it’s something I might be able to help you with.”
She was…starting to believe the older woman really meant that. Not once had she yelled at her for getting lost in her thoughts at the dinner table. Even though she was her caretaker until she was stable enough to function on her own, Hinata felt as though this woman was genuinely kind. That she wasn’t being nice to her just because she was being paid to…
Or maybe…
That was just wishful thinking on her part.
Either way, she had naught to complain about.
Paid kindness or heartfelt, it was infinitely better than the hostility and violence she’d grown up under.
“Did something happen at school today?”
She nodded.
“I t-tutored my c-classmate.”
“That’s great, honey. How were your anxiety levels?”
Her heart had been pounding for most of it, and a few times she had feared passing out or even worse, having a panic attack, but the blonde haired teen had been so laid back and engrossed in learning that slowly, she had been able to focus only on the task at hand, blocking out most of everything else.
“M-moderate,” she answered quietly, “a nine at t-the beginning, then a s-seven until s-study h-hall ended.”
“How was you speech?” she asked just as quietly, knowing the topic was a sensitive one.
Twining her hands in her skirt, Hinata turned her gaze to the table. She didn’t need to answer, her caregiver knew already.
“That’s alright, Hinata,” she told her, “it’ll get better the more you talk, the more you practice, the more comfortable you become in the outside world. It’ll take time and effort but I know you can do it. He didn’t make fun of you did he?”
She shook her head, fingers loosing in her skirt.
“U-Uzumaki-san w-was very nice. He…w-wants me t-to meet his friends. He says t-they’re nice t-too.”
“Uzumaki?” Kurenai repeated, “Naruto Uzumaki?”
Her dark head lifted, startled lavender meeting surprised crimson.
“Y-yes.”
“I know his father, Minato Uzumaki. He’s a very well liked and respected political figure, we were classmates a lifetime ago,” she smiled, “I haven’t had an opportunity to meet his son or wife, but from what I hear, they’re both very nice people.”
She hadn’t know his father was such an important person. Nobody had ever mentioned it within her hearing. People watching afforded her much in the way of news and gossip, but that hadn’t reached her ears. Knowing that now, she felt a tiny bit better that Kurenai had some knowledge of him, indirect though it may be. The description that Naruto was a nice person meshed with the image of his younger self in her memories.
“Do you plan on meeting his friends?”
She didn’t know.
A small part of her wanted to.
A larger part didn’t.
Having one person aware of her presence was scary enough. She wasn’t sure she was ready for one more person, let alone however many he wanted to introduce her to.
“I’m…not sure.”
“Take your time, Hinata. Move at your own pace, whatever you feel like you can handle, go for it.”
Hinata nodded, wondering if she even knew what she herself could handle. This was all new to her. Meeting people that didn’t hate her, that didn’t want to hurt her…talking with people her own age, studying and co-existing alongside them instead of being locked away in her tiny bedroom in the attic with nothing but her window to the outside world and studies to fill her time.
She was scared…
Petrified…
Hopeful…
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