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Back to the Village Part 5 Hinata stood in front of her father, he looked up at her from his seat on the floor before returning to his work. "What is it Hinata? You know I am very busy." His voice was flat and emotionless. "Father I… I've been, well, uhh." Hinata looked at her feet and played with her fingers. "Spit it out Hinata, I don't have all day." "I've been seeing Naruto, father." Hiashi stopped his work and looked up. "Hinata, you know how I feel about that boy." Hinata looked up from her feet. "But father, he makes me so happy." "Hinata, I don't want you seeing this boy anymore." "No… father you don't even know hi

Back to the Village Part 4 Hinata sat in the corner of the handicapped stall, the sounds of the party were muffled as Hinata sobbed into arms and hands. Someone opened the door and all the music and laughter became clear, only for the door to close after a few seconds. Hinata held her breath and buried her head trying not to make a sound as she watched their feet walk on the tile floor. "This is really cool Ten-Ten, I can't believe Sakura and Hinata put it all together." "I know… I wonder where they are Temari. We need some serious girl time." Hinata listened as the two girls talked, she wiped her existing tears and waited for new o

Back to the Village Part Three The movie theater wasn't all that crowded. There were maybe six other people watching the movie, everyone was scattered out to their own favorite spot. Naruto and Hinata sat by the aisle on the far right side of the theater. The lights dimmed in the theaters and the previews started. Naruto and Hinata giggled at the funny looking movies and got a few dirty looks when they started whispering about how dumb the scary movies looked. Eventually the movie started and the two sat hand in hand, Hinata's eyes were fixed on the screen but Naruto kept looking back and forth between Hinata and the movie. He couldn't dec

Whisper to the dead I wonder why we whisper to the dead. Is it because no one else can comfort us in times of pain and suffering? Can they hear us, and pity our foul mistakes. Or are we just talking, hoping someone would listen. What is so important that we must ask of the deceased? Is it because our one listener finally finished their time? Or no one will listen to your simple call of help, only pleading that someone would sit down and actually take life seriously. A fallen comrade, an old friend, a lost family member, or someone you never knew but wished you had. Only their deaths can make us think about anything important. Only their de

Back to the village Part two “BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!” The annoying buzz of Hinata’s alarm clock woke her up. She ignored the side of her that wanted to sleep longer. Hinata sat up and kicked her blankets to the end of her bed. A small yawn escaped her lips as she stretched. Hinata looked at her clock, “Six O’clock,” she remembered setting her clock a little early. She had a strange feeling that something would happen today. Hinata skipped her usual shower, today she wanted to leave the mansion early. She grabbed her regular clothes: A hoody and dark pants that rested above her ankles. As Hinata made her way

The obedient one I was always the obedient one. I was the one that would only seek adventure if my homework was done, or I’d finished all my chores. Instead of thinking of the fun I could have, I thought of the trouble I would get in. And as I walked the crowded streets I waited for something to happen. This was my time, a twelve year old against the world. I had a chance I would never, as a kid, get again. I awaited adventure, as my normally patient self turned against me. There were hundreds of possibilities waiting to be chosen. But I couldn’t choose one. I thought about my choices as I made my way through mobs of people walkin

Back to the village Part one “NARUTO!” Hinata’s voice brought Naruto back to reality. He didn’t know what was going on. Everything was blurry. Everything seemed silent, until he heard the familiar sound of sandals hitting the ground. He looked up just in time to see three sound ninja racing at him. One of the ninja wielded an oversized katana, and on either side of him were ninjas pointing their spears ready to attack. Naruto jumped to the side of the group of ninja just in time to dodge their attacks. But it wasn’t over yet, and Naruto was well aware of this. Where was he, what was going on? Nothing came to mind.