Goodbye Blue Skies
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Naruto › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,512
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Naruto and I as much as I'd like to get into that sweet blonde ass I never will.I also make no profit off the writing of this work of fiction.
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[A/N] I'm going to tell you right off the bat what wouldn't fit in the description : This is Semi-AU, one-sided NaruHina with a healthy serving of angst on the side, and NejiHina yes. NEJIHINA. NEJI+HINATA. INCEST. If you don't like incest please don't complain to me about it. I'm warning you right now so you can leave.
For those that don't mind incest, enjoy.
R&R is loved very much so.
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Seven days
Seven days since war torn Konoha had finally given up.
Seven days since Godaime Hokage had lapsed into the fatal coma and passed away.
Seven days since Pain had come, and obliterated what five generations of shinobi's blood, sweat, tears and dreams had been built upon.
Seven days since she'd risked everything.
She was still. It was so silent now, the rain steadily drumming outside her window, tiny pinpricks of droplets spilling under the glass and down the sill to compile into the ever growing puddle on the floor. Maybe the puddle would eventually reach her bedmat, soaking it, soaking her, and she'd die of pneumonia.
Maybe.
Hopefully.
Anything was better than this lack of feeling, this numbness that deprived her of even the most basic emotions. It was a breakdown, From complex, to simple, to feral, primal, then nothing. Not even the slightest twinge. Something had changed inside her, and she knew it.
There was a dull throb of pain in her stomach, reminding her that she hadn't left her room for the last five days, and no-one that was permitted bothered visiting her for the last two. But that suited her just fine. She wasn't about to be bothered. Wallowing in despair soothed more deeply than physical sustenance did. Maybe she'd ignore the pain, it would ebb eventually, and she'd waste away until only a husk, a borderline nostalgic reminder of what once was remained.
Like the village
Like her hopes and dreams.
Like him.
It's then, that she feel feels something
It's then that she breaks
Her fist clenches involuntarily over a scrap of clothing that she'd held in that hand for the past seven days. The metal plate digs into her already cracked, scarred hands, and blood runs over the embossed leaf symbol and seeps into the black material, mingling with the blood already staining the fabric.
She should have listened. White eyes brimmed with tears threatening to spill over down over deathly pale skin. God maybe, just maybe, if she hadn't interfered, it would've been different.
He'd still be here.
It all came flooding back into her mind in a mere instant.
Oh god, t-the blood, the blood, HIS blood. The metal steaks piercing through his body.. .
But most of all, she remembered his face. The look of a man who had lost everything. The look that changed to just a glimmer, a trace of hope when she'd jumped in, playing the heroine she'd always dreamed of being. His heroine.
The look when all hope was taken from him once again. That look that singlehandedly had her world come crashing down.
It had been seven days since Uzumaki Naruto had been captured.
Seven days since Uzumaki Naruto had been killed.
Seven days since Hyuuga Hinata failed to save him.
For those that don't mind incest, enjoy.
R&R is loved very much so.
*********
Seven days
Seven days since war torn Konoha had finally given up.
Seven days since Godaime Hokage had lapsed into the fatal coma and passed away.
Seven days since Pain had come, and obliterated what five generations of shinobi's blood, sweat, tears and dreams had been built upon.
Seven days since she'd risked everything.
She was still. It was so silent now, the rain steadily drumming outside her window, tiny pinpricks of droplets spilling under the glass and down the sill to compile into the ever growing puddle on the floor. Maybe the puddle would eventually reach her bedmat, soaking it, soaking her, and she'd die of pneumonia.
Maybe.
Hopefully.
Anything was better than this lack of feeling, this numbness that deprived her of even the most basic emotions. It was a breakdown, From complex, to simple, to feral, primal, then nothing. Not even the slightest twinge. Something had changed inside her, and she knew it.
There was a dull throb of pain in her stomach, reminding her that she hadn't left her room for the last five days, and no-one that was permitted bothered visiting her for the last two. But that suited her just fine. She wasn't about to be bothered. Wallowing in despair soothed more deeply than physical sustenance did. Maybe she'd ignore the pain, it would ebb eventually, and she'd waste away until only a husk, a borderline nostalgic reminder of what once was remained.
Like the village
Like her hopes and dreams.
Like him.
It's then, that she feel feels something
It's then that she breaks
Her fist clenches involuntarily over a scrap of clothing that she'd held in that hand for the past seven days. The metal plate digs into her already cracked, scarred hands, and blood runs over the embossed leaf symbol and seeps into the black material, mingling with the blood already staining the fabric.
She should have listened. White eyes brimmed with tears threatening to spill over down over deathly pale skin. God maybe, just maybe, if she hadn't interfered, it would've been different.
He'd still be here.
It all came flooding back into her mind in a mere instant.
Oh god, t-the blood, the blood, HIS blood. The metal steaks piercing through his body.. .
But most of all, she remembered his face. The look of a man who had lost everything. The look that changed to just a glimmer, a trace of hope when she'd jumped in, playing the heroine she'd always dreamed of being. His heroine.
The look when all hope was taken from him once again. That look that singlehandedly had her world come crashing down.
It had been seven days since Uzumaki Naruto had been captured.
Seven days since Uzumaki Naruto had been killed.
Seven days since Hyuuga Hinata failed to save him.