Naruto Fic: Flow of Words Part 1: Beginning
Lo, but I have been scarily productive (for my usual sullen, unproductive nature anywy) in writing Naruto fic as of late! Here's another short story, which I hope to eventually parlay into a series of fics exploring Hinata, both as a person and in relation to others...
Title: Flow of Words
Rating: PG
Pairings: Multiple pairings, including: Hinata X Neji, Hinata X Naruto, Hinata X Sakura, Hinata X Sasuke, Hinata X Gaara, etc.
Summary: Tracking the life of Hyuuga Hinata, one year at a time. Assorted collection of short stories and drabbles.
Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Masashi Kishimoto. I don‘t own anything but the actual phrasing of the words in this piece
Note: There's (hopefully!) plenty more short stories/drabbles of this nature about Hinata to come in the future. As always, reviews really help motivate and shape my writing, so if you like-- or dislike-- this piece, please let me know!
Part 1: Beginning--
In the white, high halls of a veritable castle that lay upon a hill, a girl lay upon a futon, gasping desperately for breath that lay deeply compressed within her chest. A little less than a month ago, someone she had always thought of as a brother-- and someone who had always hated her in turn-- had pressed his body to her own as they had fought and had almost collapsed her lungs entirely. Rather understandably, Hinata had not been doing so well since then.
Her recovery had been erratic ever since, and attended mostly by her team mates and jounin sensei, who had visited her in the hospital almost every day she had been there. They had held her hand when she had been at her worst (Kurenai), told her of the intense training Shino had been doing for the finals of the Chunnin exam (Shino), and even bought her exuberantly colorful sprays of flowers to cheer up her bleak hospital room (Kiba). She was back home now, without the comfort of her team besides her. In the end, however, she had also bought her flowers with her, despite the look her father's servant had given her when she suggested it. He had been branch house, however, and she of the main, so he had finally given in to her quiet demand.
It was one of the few times Hinata had ever felt thankful for the ridiculous hierarchy of her family.
Even now, those flowers flanked her futon like colorful sentinels. Even dying, they still crowded her room-- almost as bleak as small and bare as the one she had had in the hospital-- and let her believe there was a little more to her life than contained here. Even still and wordless, they called to her of summers past and the sweetest of her memories: training with her team, running her fingers through puppy fur, receiving a smile from Kurenai sensei, catching an irrepressible glimpse of gold and orange at the stools of Ichiraku...
They are some of the only consolation she has in the home-but-not-a-home she finds herself within.
This is Hyuuga Hinata, age 12. Some people would say that in her sometimes suffocating silence and shyness, she's almost incomprehensively strange. But no one would say that if they knew even a fraction of what she faced.
Title: Flow of Words
Rating: PG
Pairings: Multiple pairings, including: Hinata X Neji, Hinata X Naruto, Hinata X Sakura, Hinata X Sasuke, Hinata X Gaara, etc.
Summary: Tracking the life of Hyuuga Hinata, one year at a time. Assorted collection of short stories and drabbles.
Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Masashi Kishimoto. I don‘t own anything but the actual phrasing of the words in this piece
Note: There's (hopefully!) plenty more short stories/drabbles of this nature about Hinata to come in the future. As always, reviews really help motivate and shape my writing, so if you like-- or dislike-- this piece, please let me know!
Part 1: Beginning--
In the white, high halls of a veritable castle that lay upon a hill, a girl lay upon a futon, gasping desperately for breath that lay deeply compressed within her chest. A little less than a month ago, someone she had always thought of as a brother-- and someone who had always hated her in turn-- had pressed his body to her own as they had fought and had almost collapsed her lungs entirely. Rather understandably, Hinata had not been doing so well since then.
Her recovery had been erratic ever since, and attended mostly by her team mates and jounin sensei, who had visited her in the hospital almost every day she had been there. They had held her hand when she had been at her worst (Kurenai), told her of the intense training Shino had been doing for the finals of the Chunnin exam (Shino), and even bought her exuberantly colorful sprays of flowers to cheer up her bleak hospital room (Kiba). She was back home now, without the comfort of her team besides her. In the end, however, she had also bought her flowers with her, despite the look her father's servant had given her when she suggested it. He had been branch house, however, and she of the main, so he had finally given in to her quiet demand.
It was one of the few times Hinata had ever felt thankful for the ridiculous hierarchy of her family.
Even now, those flowers flanked her futon like colorful sentinels. Even dying, they still crowded her room-- almost as bleak as small and bare as the one she had had in the hospital-- and let her believe there was a little more to her life than contained here. Even still and wordless, they called to her of summers past and the sweetest of her memories: training with her team, running her fingers through puppy fur, receiving a smile from Kurenai sensei, catching an irrepressible glimpse of gold and orange at the stools of Ichiraku...
They are some of the only consolation she has in the home-but-not-a-home she finds herself within.
This is Hyuuga Hinata, age 12. Some people would say that in her sometimes suffocating silence and shyness, she's almost incomprehensively strange. But no one would say that if they knew even a fraction of what she faced.