I just poured my heart out
There's bits of it on the floor
And I take what's left of it and rinse it under cold water
And call him up for more
A gentle breeze persecuted sand as a man walked silently across a barren land. But within the midst of sand, he felt his thoughts coming together. The moon was rising, and it lingered up against the purple sky. The instant he looked up, he had to divert his eyes.
Everything that he saw was of her.
Having spent the past few days at Konoha, his work in Suna was being piled; his care for his village had swelled with guilt in his heart. Seeing the young lady sleeping in her bed, piles of white linen swarming her like a sea, and viewing her peaceful face, he had contentment for that moment and thought it was best to leave then and there before he changed his mind.
Now, making the voyage back home, eyebrows scrutinized his face as he concentrated on what to do. He couldn't trust the Hyuga family for anything: especially not for taking care of his beloved.
The thing he loved most about thinking was that only he and he alone, could hear what he was thinking. He could truly express himself without the worry that it would show weakness. Cold, teal eyes stared ahead as he wrapped his shawl around his face to blockade the sun.
Feet moved with haste. He had to make it back before anything got too out of hand. His village still had instability to it.
Gaara ran against the sand, curiously wondering to what she was doing.
She stared blankly ahead at the table, her elders surrounding her with discriminating glances. She had worn her cream kimono, which warmed her skin. Long hair was doubled in the back, and her bangs were pristine as they brushed against her high forehead. Hands clasped together as she turned her head to her father who had entered.
"Hyuga Hinata, we have called this meeting to discuss your actions of an earlier date. Is it true that you have lost your virginity to someone who isn't even your fiancée? Have you no shame?" An elder looked through her glasses, her nose turned towards the heavens in disgust.
All she could do was simply nod, staring straight ahead.
"If you care to give some excuse or statement to give why you have done such an incredulous action, please speak before the elders, Hinata." Her father stared with emotionless eyes. His gaze did not even reach the small girl before him.
"I-I hoped to fi-find love, father." Her eyes bore into his face, her eyes wide with innocence that made him feel ashamed to even have this meeting. If it was his choice, he would cage her in so he could keep her safe, but it was not.
A few smirks and rolled eyes of white were exchanged throughout the room.
"And, did you find this?" The Elder had spoken, his narrow eyes turned upon the fragile girl who had looked up in curiosity.
"No."
"So you failed?"
Her backbone stiffened as she nodded, not caring to even care. Her mind had only come to think of Naruto…she had to ask him herself what had happened.
"Is this all? May-may I leave?" She frowned slightly at her careless choice of words, but the crowd who had just grabbed words to stone her looked at her father who just acknowledged the request with a wave of the hand.
"We will discuss this later."
Her socked feet gracefully stood and left.
Sleepless, long nights that was what my youth was for
Oh teenage hopes are lying at your door
Left you with nothing
But they wanted more.
His fist uncurled and curled as his wide eyes blinked at lack of sleep. He wasn't sure what to do at the moment, just a sense of dread came over him, and ever since then he couldn't focus on work. The shrill sound of papers wavering in the wind gave him a superior headache than he just received.
Getting up, his bare feet came in contact with the stone flooring. Walking across his room, he looked out at the black expanse of a sky. The abyssal of stars seemed to draw him closer, their fingers outreaching for his mind and his attention.
A sudden knock at the door snapped him out of his trance, and he made his way back to the chair he was sitting in. Sitting up straight like a diplomat, his legs crossed like a native to the land, his voice echoed into the night.
"Come in."
Cold and monotone, a guard came in hesitantly with a stack of papers. Placing them silently on an over-populated desk of tasks and unfamiliar documents, a nod was the period to the burden of more work as the man left his leader alone.
As he looked down at his desk, he bit his lip. Lack of eyebrows furrowed into his forehead, and the looming feeling of ominous worry still ate away from the inside as he got back to work.
Hinata was shook as she made her way to the sickeningly familiar ramen stand. Her breath hitched a notch when she saw him eating his noodles with as much fervor as any carefree man would do. It was as if an arrow pierced her heart, she almost made a step backwards, her face blushing as if the sun was setting against placid skin.
No. She couldn't. She made her way forward, ignoring her heart racing. She saw a ray of yellow flash around, round, blue eyes pierced through her skin.
"Hinata-chan…" he whispered, looking ashamed and frightened. To him, he saw a ghost of a girl, and his tender heart was instantly filled with guilt.
"Ah…Na-Naruto-kun." She found this more difficult than she could ever process. Not only was he avoiding her ivory eyes, but the stares around of the villagers made her nauseous. "I was-was hoping we could…talk."
"Oh. Hinata-chan." He got up from his meal and went over to the short girl. He got on his knees; he bowed before her in a form of apology. "Gomen, Hinata-chan. I should have never done what I did. I thought if only I could love you, but I couldn't. Gomen. Gomen. Gomen." He felt water hit his scrunched palms, and looked up to see a wretched face crying silently as she stared up at the moon. She merely stepped away, backing away from her past, her life, and her love and ran.
Ran as fast as her short legs could carry her; far from the fear of being there. In that place.
She went past the gates, through the woods, and on ward letting herself finally become freed from her destitution. Her wings were taking flight on a current of sorrow. She made her way for any where at any time at any place.
Hours passed, and her limbs grew tired. So she fell unto the soft sand that caressed her skin. In that moment, she felt at peace. Wishing she could die so that the sensation of being free would be permanent.
Broken hearted, her consciousness drifted out to sea.
Gaara sat at his desk, his heart pounding as she kept entering his thoughts, making him avoid every piece of paper work; he swore and got up to take leave.
He hated the feeling of his heart being uncontrollable. At least with the Shukaku, he would be able just to feel hate.
Love definitely was something more powerful than his old lust for blood. Keeping his formal garb on, he grabbed a crimson shawl and covered his face and let it drape over his shoulders. Only telling his sister of his departure briefly, he left.
Stepping against the howling wind, he made his way towards Konoha to see her. He prayed silently for her safety, his intellect softly berating him for being a changed man.
He would have agreed if he didn't care.