hyuuga's horror.

Having been banned from training until her body fully recovered left her restless. Staying home felt far too suffocating ever since her near brush with death. She had tried to bake to take her mind off everything, only to burn a recipe she's never had trouble with before. Little things kept piling up and with no outlook to relieve her boredom or frustration, it left her feeling useless all over again. Like the scared, fragile little girl she once was all those years ago. To make matters worse, she's barely been able to see Kiba and Shino since everything happened or anyone really. They were being kept busy with missions and honestly . . . she felt left behind.

Her head lulled to the side, subconsciously brushing her fingers against her side where she had been impaled straight through. Mulling everything over only made her feel worse. How pathetic was she that she couldn't even die properly? At this rate her body was going to give out and force her to retire before she even made it past her teens. If she even made it that long. What would happen to her then? The world would probably just keep moving. Like it was now, without her.

Hinata  was  alive,  Hanabi  was  alive,  and  Neji  was  alive.   They  were  safe,  and  it  seemed  like  the  fighting  was  over  for  once.   It  was  all  Nana  could  ask  for.   If  the  fighting  had  to  take  someone,  she  would  gladly  take  that  place;  and  the  gods  knew  it,  she  prayed  enough  for  it. 

“You  shouldn't  say  such  things,”  Nana  chided,  fluttering  a  paper  fan  in  Hinata's  direction.   “You  fought  so  bravely,  and  now  it's  time  that  you  rested.”   Nana  did  not  ask  if  she  could  occupy  the  place  next  to  her,  they  were  together  so  often  in  this  very  spot  that  the  grass  was  starting  to  wilt  and  brown.

He's going to introduce her to the werewolf porn he'd been into when he was a teenager. But he isn't going to tell her that until they're at the erotic bookstore that sells it.

They only have to duck into one bush to avoid an unsuspecting Hyuuga, and they're still picking twigs out of their hair when they make the leap over the wall and into the village outside of the compound. He plucks a leaf from her collar after they duck into an alley a few blocks away, a safe enough distance, snickering at her.

 No  fires,  no  broken  glass,  just  some  ruined  silk  and  running  makeup.   The  lady  could  fared  worse  if  Nana  was  feeling  particularly  vicious  that  day     …    some  ladies  in  the  clan  swap  their  horror  stories  of  broken  vases  and  overturned  tables;   speak  of  her  like  some  wild  animal.    All  the  while,  keeping  their  own  injustices  hidden  behind  their  paper  fans. 

Wild  animals  only  attacked  when  provoked,  after  all. 

“Not  that  it  matters,”  she  went  on.  “I  wouldn't  want  to  sit  and  play  cards  with  those  witches,  anyway.  All  they  do  is  gossip  and  whine,”  smiling  at  him,  she  added:  “  -  At  least  doing  those  things  with  you  is  fun.”   Being  with  Kakashi  was  fun,  especially  when  she  knew  it  displeased  her  clan  elders  and,  her  own  cheating  husband. 

" You ruined my dress," she says, finally. Looking him over she realizes who this is, the demon boy, or so they call him. Demon or not, at this moment he looked like a nervous child; one that had been screamed at far too many times. Perhaps she should be angry about the dress, but it wasn't her money being spent; it could easily be replaced.

Slipping into Sukea, the little seal on the inside of his arm that smothers his chakra into banked coals, unremarkable in every way. He smiles with his lips closed at people on the street and they look right through him, because they don't know him as anything more than a mildly familiar, pretty face. With a camera and a slightly dazed look on his face, it's easy enough to stumble his way into pretty much anywhere-- including right into the Hyuuga compound.

He's done this before, hasn't he?

It's been almost a month since he's seen @halfhyuuga , and he's getting pretty fucking tired of waiting for her 'seclusion' to end. The compound security is fairly tight, but he spent over a decade in ANBU running largely infiltration and assassination, and it'd be a shame to let those skills fall by the wayside when he can get a little practice in, sneaking Nana out of the compound at 11:37 in the morning on a Thursday. He'd told the kids to train on their own this afternoon, he's taking her out someplace nice.

Kakashi spider climbs the trellis a few feet from her window and then jumps over to hang from the sill, scratching lightly at the paper with his nails to announce himself, and then sliding it open. He hauls himself in without a sound, landing lightly on his feet and closing the window behind him before turning around, still in a crouch.

Nana  wonders,  briefly,  if  it  was  fast  enough  to  cut  her  finger  off  if  she  slipped  it  between  the  blades.  Not  that  she  would,  but  the  pain  would  be  a  change  of  pace.  Then  someone  would  have  to  talk  to  her.  If  she  had  to  spend  any  more  time  in  this  quiet  hell,  she  might  actually  go  insane.

At  least  the  rumors  would  be  true,  then.

The  voice,  although  familiar,  startles  her.  "Kakashi?"  No,  Sukea  today.  She  scatters  from  her  place  on  the  bed  to  the  window,  smiling.  "I  don't  know,"  she  folds  her  arms.  "I  think  they  really  need  me  in  those  important  clan  meetings."

She  tugs  something  decent  on,  it's  purple  and  to  her  knees,  almost  too  modest  for  her.  Feet  in  worn  in  sandals,  and  she's  reaching  for  his  hand  out  the  window.

❝ DID YOU SEE THAT?! ❞ his movements were a little clumsy, but the effort bled through every movement of the kata; and he finishes with a well placed konoha senpuu. it's different from the basic taijutsu taught at the academy, it's the movements of a master. . . performed by a small child. every time nana came over to watch lee while gai was on duty, the maito had something different to show her. he's getting stronger. FAST. ❝ i'm a maito, AND MAITOS ARE SUPER STRONG. ❞

With only a few weeks left, the Hyuuga girl was determined to prove them all wrong through hard work and perseverance. At least, that’s what she quietly told herself. 

She was somewhere in her head, daydreaming, when Nana approached her, inquiring if she’d like to promenade the grounds, and it was like a beacon had been lit, for Hinata turned to the young woman with the warmest smile. 

“ O-Oneesan, “ Hinata chimed, dipping her head in greeting. The girl’s cheeks flushed with color. “ Yes, I think I’d like that. ” 

Both girls exited the main room, walking down the hallway toward the front of the house, towards the engawa, which led out to the garden. It was a beautiful day for a walk, with the sun shining overhead, but the heat wasn’t too unforgiving. 

“Have  you  been  training  often?”  A  sentence,  Nana  is  sure,  that  Hinata's  heard  nonstop  these  past  weeks.  “I  know  you've  always  been  studious.  I'm  not  at  all  worried  about  you  passing  the  written  part  of  the  test."  Stepping  out  into  the  gardens  was  refreshing,  the  sun  was  warm,  but  not  hot  enough  to  make  them  perspire.  “I'm  sure  they  won't  make  you  compete.  It  would  be  too  risky,  yes?" 

On  the  other  side  of  the  river,  he  was  smiling  and  happy—with  a  lover  that  Nana  knew  to  be  the  one  who  made  her  shoes.  The  woman  sewed  the  intricate  embroidery  on  her  slippers  with  pearls  and  gems;  she  always  smelt  like  mint  and  leather,  and  coincidentally,  so  did  Hibiki.