My first NaruHina, or at least, an attempt at it.
-Naruto's POV-
Eight long years I have been abroad, travelling and seeing the world with Jiraiya-sama, and I would not have undone it if the choice is given.
I have learnt much from being on the road, and I wish to continue learning.
You see, my departure from Konoha is actually a clever ploy of Tsunade to fool the villagers and probably everyone else. Everyone in Konoha, even Kakashi is led to believe that I am dead. For eight long years, these idiots believed I was dead, while I happily wander the world. According to Jiraiya, when the word of my death hits the street, there was a glorious celebration of some sort, as if a great evil had vanished from the surface of the world.
How beautiful it is, to be no longer hated. It is a great freedom, as if a heavy weight had been lifted.
Now, I am returning to Konoha. Eight years ago, I would have been given these stares that pushes the limit of my sanity further, but now, I have grown, taller and hopefully, stronger. Again, it is wonderful to be strong, and I know that true strength comes from within, so within myself, I have cultured that drive, let it breed and run wild.
But my happiness of not being hated was short lived, when I received word about a friend, Hyuga Hinata.
-Hinata's POV-
Light, how I wish I could be like you. Clouds, how I wish I could drift away.
But no, but no, for I am cursed with pain.
No longer a ninja, a trait I have given up some eight years ago, after his departure, after his death. Without his existence, I would no longer have anything to prove. Nothing. I do not see genuine need from myself to prove my strength to my parents. No, I did not. All I did was to hopefully catch his attention, but now, I am like a kite without strings, left to the wind, drifting to the gust of fate and destiny.
Over those eight years, I have chosen an escape. No longer I was bound to being a ninja. No, I wasn't anymore. Now, I could freely indulge myself in something I find pleasurable, and something that could serve as a place where I could pour my broken heart, my tattered soul. I am a painter, writer, musician and artist.
These things have became my medium of expression, the ways for me to tell the pain and misery I am left to deal with, alone.
Consciously, I stared out the window and into the ever blue sky, and somehow, I feel sick once more. It is a habit that I now have, to just stare at things without much thought, to admire and envy things in it's natural form.
But my choice had it's implications, and it too has brought me great pain. Pain never comes alone, and it never leaves alone either. My family, or I should call, ex-family, has disowned me. I have ashamed them, I am a humiliation beyond description. Why? Because I chose art, over weapons.
Yet I know that they could never see my view, because I have lost my purpose, a ship caught in a maelstrom, lost aimless at sea. When there is no purpose, I know I would fail. It is just has been my destiny to lose everything that I hold dear, and I know how cruel fate is to me.
Life is never fair, and I know from the loses of mine. When you are an artist, you will observe others in good times, or bad times. But when I examine them thoroughly, I realize they are much happy than I do, because they have not known the pain, they have not known solitude, they have not known the misery of salvaging one's life.
I am like a fallen flower, waiting for time to turn it to dust.
-Naruto's POV-
There she was, and she could not see me.
What I have heard saddened me greatly, because she had sunk into isolation and depression. Yet, over the past eight years, she had grown into a beautiful young lady, one that would have garnered many suitors, if not for the sadness the seems to hang on her face. Her eyes seemed devoid of life, even from afar, and from the way I see it, it is life a fireplace, cold after long time of inactivity.
There was this itching feeling inside, to just run up to her, and smack her for letting herself fall to what she is.
Eight years, and I have seen many facets of mankind, it's worst, and perhaps, it's best as well. The manifold identity that humanity could assume, is confusing; but it adds unpredicability into the norm, and for that, it is life. She represent those who have lost everything, something he had seen many, but yet the void in her silver eyes pierced him so deeply, that he barely could resist the urge to cry.
But first, I must know how she is. I could not just barge in and tell her what to do with her life, when I know nothing of her life.
-Omni's POV-
The large shadow cast by the building provided enough cover for Naruto to sneak up close to her, but how would she respond after seeing him? His cerulean eyes scanned the surroundings for cover, and then, his inspiration lit up.
"Henge!" He called quietly in the shadows of the alley, and he came out a different person, a large gauche man.
-Naruto's POV-
Never one to be a stalker, but I consider it a spying mission of some sort, to see how much she, a fine lady that could have been, has deteriorated.
Following her through the thick crowds would have been difficult, but my experience and training as a ninja has made me well versed in the art of tracking and spying. Hinata walked slowly, as if she lacked drive to do anything, as if she was malnourished, but she probably wasn't.
When I heard she was disowned, I fell extremely sad and angry. How on earth could a father disown his own daughter? No matter what evil she has done, she remains as his daughter, and always will. But what would he know, when he had never been a father, no, a leader of an authoritative clan in Konoha.
She continued to walk, carrying the pieces of art she would sell later at the market. I could feel her sorrow, the subdued torment, the misery she kept to herself just by looking at her, and it is indeed discomforting that a girl like her is forced to live with such weights on herself. In a way, she reminded me of myself when I was still 'officially' alive.
Tracking her was easy, but making contact would take some effort.
She sat at her art shop, a small place but packed with many of her works. Even with a short glance, a person could tell out her great talent, and if inspected closely, I could feel her pain, as if all the art had emotions.
Walking closer towards her, my heartbeat rised. It's been a while I have spied, and I have never spied on a friend, so this is....disconcerting at best, dishonorable in another.
"I would like this one, please?" I asked carefully, choosing a small painting of clouds and the sky.
Hinata was quiet for a while, as if lost in her own dream.
"Miss?" I continued.
"Yes. That would be 200 dollars please." She replied, and then she handed over the painting after I gave her the money.
Taking the oppurtunity, I asked, "You look tired, are you okay?"
She smiled, but her smile was forged and forced. "No. I am fine."
"Seriously, you need some rest."
Her body language contradicted her words, "No. I am okay."
"Well, I really hope you are, because I think you look drained of energy... and life." I hoped I would not be misunderstood, I am in my henge form, after all.
"Mister, I am okay." Hinata replied softly, her voice still held her feminine flavor.
IIII
Stop here. Make your own conclusions, this is a one-shot, unless you people review and say otherwise.
-Naruto's POV-
Eight long years I have been abroad, travelling and seeing the world with Jiraiya-sama, and I would not have undone it if the choice is given.
I have learnt much from being on the road, and I wish to continue learning.
You see, my departure from Konoha is actually a clever ploy of Tsunade to fool the villagers and probably everyone else. Everyone in Konoha, even Kakashi is led to believe that I am dead. For eight long years, these idiots believed I was dead, while I happily wander the world. According to Jiraiya, when the word of my death hits the street, there was a glorious celebration of some sort, as if a great evil had vanished from the surface of the world.
How beautiful it is, to be no longer hated. It is a great freedom, as if a heavy weight had been lifted.
Now, I am returning to Konoha. Eight years ago, I would have been given these stares that pushes the limit of my sanity further, but now, I have grown, taller and hopefully, stronger. Again, it is wonderful to be strong, and I know that true strength comes from within, so within myself, I have cultured that drive, let it breed and run wild.
But my happiness of not being hated was short lived, when I received word about a friend, Hyuga Hinata.
-Hinata's POV-
Light, how I wish I could be like you. Clouds, how I wish I could drift away.
But no, but no, for I am cursed with pain.
No longer a ninja, a trait I have given up some eight years ago, after his departure, after his death. Without his existence, I would no longer have anything to prove. Nothing. I do not see genuine need from myself to prove my strength to my parents. No, I did not. All I did was to hopefully catch his attention, but now, I am like a kite without strings, left to the wind, drifting to the gust of fate and destiny.
Over those eight years, I have chosen an escape. No longer I was bound to being a ninja. No, I wasn't anymore. Now, I could freely indulge myself in something I find pleasurable, and something that could serve as a place where I could pour my broken heart, my tattered soul. I am a painter, writer, musician and artist.
These things have became my medium of expression, the ways for me to tell the pain and misery I am left to deal with, alone.
Consciously, I stared out the window and into the ever blue sky, and somehow, I feel sick once more. It is a habit that I now have, to just stare at things without much thought, to admire and envy things in it's natural form.
But my choice had it's implications, and it too has brought me great pain. Pain never comes alone, and it never leaves alone either. My family, or I should call, ex-family, has disowned me. I have ashamed them, I am a humiliation beyond description. Why? Because I chose art, over weapons.
Yet I know that they could never see my view, because I have lost my purpose, a ship caught in a maelstrom, lost aimless at sea. When there is no purpose, I know I would fail. It is just has been my destiny to lose everything that I hold dear, and I know how cruel fate is to me.
Life is never fair, and I know from the loses of mine. When you are an artist, you will observe others in good times, or bad times. But when I examine them thoroughly, I realize they are much happy than I do, because they have not known the pain, they have not known solitude, they have not known the misery of salvaging one's life.
I am like a fallen flower, waiting for time to turn it to dust.
-Naruto's POV-
There she was, and she could not see me.
What I have heard saddened me greatly, because she had sunk into isolation and depression. Yet, over the past eight years, she had grown into a beautiful young lady, one that would have garnered many suitors, if not for the sadness the seems to hang on her face. Her eyes seemed devoid of life, even from afar, and from the way I see it, it is life a fireplace, cold after long time of inactivity.
There was this itching feeling inside, to just run up to her, and smack her for letting herself fall to what she is.
Eight years, and I have seen many facets of mankind, it's worst, and perhaps, it's best as well. The manifold identity that humanity could assume, is confusing; but it adds unpredicability into the norm, and for that, it is life. She represent those who have lost everything, something he had seen many, but yet the void in her silver eyes pierced him so deeply, that he barely could resist the urge to cry.
But first, I must know how she is. I could not just barge in and tell her what to do with her life, when I know nothing of her life.
-Omni's POV-
The large shadow cast by the building provided enough cover for Naruto to sneak up close to her, but how would she respond after seeing him? His cerulean eyes scanned the surroundings for cover, and then, his inspiration lit up.
"Henge!" He called quietly in the shadows of the alley, and he came out a different person, a large gauche man.
-Naruto's POV-
Never one to be a stalker, but I consider it a spying mission of some sort, to see how much she, a fine lady that could have been, has deteriorated.
Following her through the thick crowds would have been difficult, but my experience and training as a ninja has made me well versed in the art of tracking and spying. Hinata walked slowly, as if she lacked drive to do anything, as if she was malnourished, but she probably wasn't.
When I heard she was disowned, I fell extremely sad and angry. How on earth could a father disown his own daughter? No matter what evil she has done, she remains as his daughter, and always will. But what would he know, when he had never been a father, no, a leader of an authoritative clan in Konoha.
She continued to walk, carrying the pieces of art she would sell later at the market. I could feel her sorrow, the subdued torment, the misery she kept to herself just by looking at her, and it is indeed discomforting that a girl like her is forced to live with such weights on herself. In a way, she reminded me of myself when I was still 'officially' alive.
Tracking her was easy, but making contact would take some effort.
She sat at her art shop, a small place but packed with many of her works. Even with a short glance, a person could tell out her great talent, and if inspected closely, I could feel her pain, as if all the art had emotions.
Walking closer towards her, my heartbeat rised. It's been a while I have spied, and I have never spied on a friend, so this is....disconcerting at best, dishonorable in another.
"I would like this one, please?" I asked carefully, choosing a small painting of clouds and the sky.
Hinata was quiet for a while, as if lost in her own dream.
"Miss?" I continued.
"Yes. That would be 200 dollars please." She replied, and then she handed over the painting after I gave her the money.
Taking the oppurtunity, I asked, "You look tired, are you okay?"
She smiled, but her smile was forged and forced. "No. I am fine."
"Seriously, you need some rest."
Her body language contradicted her words, "No. I am okay."
"Well, I really hope you are, because I think you look drained of energy... and life." I hoped I would not be misunderstood, I am in my henge form, after all.
"Mister, I am okay." Hinata replied softly, her voice still held her feminine flavor.
IIII
Stop here. Make your own conclusions, this is a one-shot, unless you people review and say otherwise.