Homecoming - Prologue
Homecoming - Prologue
When Hyuuga Hiashi sends his newborn daughter Hinata away to ensure her protection, he never in a million years thought she'd go missing for twenty. KakaHina.
Homecoming
Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine. Though I really wish it was.
AN. I know this is really, really short, but I kind of wanted to get this off of my chest. Please let me know if you liked it, I really want to know! Especially since this is going to be my first attempt at KakaHina.
Enjoy!
It was black, save for the minute amount of light the crescent moon emitted. This night was unusually frigid for April, the air freezing cold and skin-peeling dry. The razor-sharp wind did not help matters, and the young man fought back a shiver.
A soft murmur broke the night-time silence.
Looking down, Hiashi rocked the infant in his arms as gently as a shinobi could. His awkward motions seemed to stir the baby further, despite his attempts to keep her sleeping. He gathered her closer to his chest, hoping the warmth would seep through his clothes and provide enough protection against the bone-chilling wind.
Hiashi looked around, waiting for the man who would save his daughter.
The gurgle that came from his arms drew his attention. He looked down to see his own pearl-white eyes blinking up sleepily at him. The tip of her nose and the balls of her enormous cheeks were flushed but she seemed not to notice how cold it was. His heart swelled as she yawned and blinked up again.
"Sleep, Hinata," he choked out. Who knew when he would see her again-if he would even live to see her again.
"I don't think she can understand you yet, Hiashi-san."
Hiashi almost stepped back in surprise. It unnerved him how fast the man was.
"You are late, Hokage-sama," Hiashi said curtly, covering his surprise with discontent, although only slightly-the blond man was doing him a huge favor, after all.
"Hinata is awake now."
Namikaze Minato scratched his head sheepishly. "I'm sorry," he whispered honestly. "But Kushina got pretty sick. I couldn't just leave her alone."
Hiashi could not fault him for that. The younger man still had family to take care of, unlike Hiashi, who was very recently a widower and about to be (voluntarily) child-less.
"This is Hinata-chan?" he cooed quietly at the baby girl. She grinned toothlessly in pleasure and drooled onto Hiashi's hand.
"Hokage-sama." Hiashi's strained, rushed whisper garnered Minato's full attention. "You must take her now, before we attract unwanted attention."
"Why are you so intent on sending her away now? Hinata-chan is only what, three months-
"There is a traitor in my home. Tonight was the second attempt on Hinata's life."
"I see." Minato looked at his friend seriously. "Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?"
"What I want to do," Hiashi replied bitterly, "is much different than what I need to do."
"You most likely will not be able to see her for a few years. That is, if you live to see these next few years."
Hiashi did not take offense to Minato's blunt words. "I know."
The heavy pain and regret reflected in Hiashi's voice arrested Minato's concerns. He nodded abruptly. "Then say goodbye to your daughter. Who knows when this bloody war will end."
Hiashi looked down at the baby, who was falling asleep in his swaying arms. "Goodbye, daughter. May you be safe until we meet again."
"Give her to me."
Hiashi shifted Hinata into a more comfortable position and handed her over to the Hokage.
"Wait," he said suddenly.
The Hyuuga clan leader pulled off a necklace given to him by his father. The black and white yin and yang was the symbol of the Hyuuga for decades, and he would send it with his daughter-a reminder of her heritage, and more importantly, of the father who loved her enough to send her away.
"I'm off, then."
And in the blink of an eye, his daughter was gone, her location known only by the Fourth Hokage.
Hiashi would not see his daughter for another twenty years because six and a half months later, Namikaze Minato died, taking the knowledge of the location of one Hyuuga Hinata with him to the grave.
When Hyuuga Hiashi sends his newborn daughter Hinata away to ensure her protection, he never in a million years thought she'd go missing for twenty. KakaHina.
Homecoming
Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine. Though I really wish it was.
AN. I know this is really, really short, but I kind of wanted to get this off of my chest. Please let me know if you liked it, I really want to know! Especially since this is going to be my first attempt at KakaHina.
Enjoy!
It was black, save for the minute amount of light the crescent moon emitted. This night was unusually frigid for April, the air freezing cold and skin-peeling dry. The razor-sharp wind did not help matters, and the young man fought back a shiver.
A soft murmur broke the night-time silence.
Looking down, Hiashi rocked the infant in his arms as gently as a shinobi could. His awkward motions seemed to stir the baby further, despite his attempts to keep her sleeping. He gathered her closer to his chest, hoping the warmth would seep through his clothes and provide enough protection against the bone-chilling wind.
Hiashi looked around, waiting for the man who would save his daughter.
The gurgle that came from his arms drew his attention. He looked down to see his own pearl-white eyes blinking up sleepily at him. The tip of her nose and the balls of her enormous cheeks were flushed but she seemed not to notice how cold it was. His heart swelled as she yawned and blinked up again.
"Sleep, Hinata," he choked out. Who knew when he would see her again-if he would even live to see her again.
"I don't think she can understand you yet, Hiashi-san."
Hiashi almost stepped back in surprise. It unnerved him how fast the man was.
"You are late, Hokage-sama," Hiashi said curtly, covering his surprise with discontent, although only slightly-the blond man was doing him a huge favor, after all.
"Hinata is awake now."
Namikaze Minato scratched his head sheepishly. "I'm sorry," he whispered honestly. "But Kushina got pretty sick. I couldn't just leave her alone."
Hiashi could not fault him for that. The younger man still had family to take care of, unlike Hiashi, who was very recently a widower and about to be (voluntarily) child-less.
"This is Hinata-chan?" he cooed quietly at the baby girl. She grinned toothlessly in pleasure and drooled onto Hiashi's hand.
"Hokage-sama." Hiashi's strained, rushed whisper garnered Minato's full attention. "You must take her now, before we attract unwanted attention."
"Why are you so intent on sending her away now? Hinata-chan is only what, three months-
"There is a traitor in my home. Tonight was the second attempt on Hinata's life."
"I see." Minato looked at his friend seriously. "Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?"
"What I want to do," Hiashi replied bitterly, "is much different than what I need to do."
"You most likely will not be able to see her for a few years. That is, if you live to see these next few years."
Hiashi did not take offense to Minato's blunt words. "I know."
The heavy pain and regret reflected in Hiashi's voice arrested Minato's concerns. He nodded abruptly. "Then say goodbye to your daughter. Who knows when this bloody war will end."
Hiashi looked down at the baby, who was falling asleep in his swaying arms. "Goodbye, daughter. May you be safe until we meet again."
"Give her to me."
Hiashi shifted Hinata into a more comfortable position and handed her over to the Hokage.
"Wait," he said suddenly.
The Hyuuga clan leader pulled off a necklace given to him by his father. The black and white yin and yang was the symbol of the Hyuuga for decades, and he would send it with his daughter-a reminder of her heritage, and more importantly, of the father who loved her enough to send her away.
"I'm off, then."
And in the blink of an eye, his daughter was gone, her location known only by the Fourth Hokage.
Hiashi would not see his daughter for another twenty years because six and a half months later, Namikaze Minato died, taking the knowledge of the location of one Hyuuga Hinata with him to the grave.