Naruto - Hinata/Naruto - # 8, A Gift of Childhood
Title: A Gift of Childhood
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: # 8 Fairytales
Pairing: Hyuuga Hinata/Uzumaki Naruto
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
Summary: Fairytales are for children, but they help them grow, one is a hero destined, the other a princess waiting.
When Hinata was little, as in small and blessed as a child-like cherub Hyuuga, age five and below her mother would read her stories. Her father, stern and strict during visual clan business would relax his taunt muscles and lean against the door frame of her room watching the pair of them giggle over the appropriate parts. So young, so free, so unaware of the future would bring, as the noble heiress to the noble clan, whose history is not slated by sweet things and talks but satiated by blood and pain. The stories filled with unicorns, princes, and that fairytale woman, or girl-child, who would be saved because ultimately in the end she was somebody’s princess. Not necessarily because of birth, but because she was worth something to someone, but when Hinata was young she just believed every girl was a princess, because her mother told her that was true. In essence that is true because once again, every girl is somebody’s princess, no matter what they say, so Hinata would wonder what her prince would be like. Before Hanabi was born and the Hyuuga household became nothing but suffering for her, Hinata imagined her prince similar to her father, after she was her father’s princess in all manner of the word. When Neji-nii-san saved her from a group of older Uchiha bullies, she wanted her prince to be just like him, her knight. However, when childhood ended for her with bitter aftertaste and regret, her prince was the one no one would ever picture in that role, the blond stigma.
Naruto never had much of a childhood he could recall, that was filled with happy tales and happy faces, but he had been a child. He had no parents to tuck him in and read him stories of brilliant deeds by a hero who saved the world, but most often saved the girl. The few stories he heard of before he himself could read somewhat was of a terrible monster, one strong and fearsome who brought death wherever it lingered. Naruto would shiver consciously as he listened to the tales of the rampage of the Kyuubi, but they would always trail off at the end horror and sadness coloring their features. Then one day the old Hokage told Naruto the end of the story, of a man, strong and wonderful, sacrificing his life to save the precious village he had come to love. His blond hair wind-swept from the passing judgment that was the fox’s tails, his blue eyes filled with love and acceptance for all who had come before and would come after him. Naruto wanted to be that man, strong, acknowledged, and selfless, he wanted to be a hero. However, the lesson that should have been imparted is that not all fairytales end happily, and history has its own fairytales. Naruto would discover how this tale would change his world further isolating him from his peers at the cusp of twelve, but he wanted to be somebody’s hero because nobody had been his, so he would become the ultimate hero. As you know heroes need somebody to rescue, to comfort, to care and lead, Naruto chose the whole village.
Hinata’s prince wanted to be the village hero, but only she saw his ability to conquer all the challenges set before him. She knows now she picked the perfect prince as he pushes Ino gently behind him as he stands in front of Sakura to protect them both from the bullies that roam the school yard, and she sighs wistfully. This last until the bullies grow bored tormenting and heckling the trio, and Naruto encourages softly that Ino take Sakura away from here. Ino with her eyes close nods and tugs insistently at the pink-haired girl away toward the area where she had left her parents. Seconds after the small girls disappear into the horizon, Naruto collapses favoring his bruised stomach from the repeated punches of the older child while protecting the girls. He smiles brightly to the sky, eyes watering as the clouds drift by, he had protected someone today. Naruto admitted he wasn’t a true hero yet, but he was well on his way, hoping up after the pain in his stomach lightened, he grimace, now if only he could get that technique to work!
Hinata watched from behind the tree as he struggled to perform the bunshin jutsu. It was a slow and disheartening process, one Hinata would have surrendered, but not her prince, he merely continued to try long after the sun began its descent. Tracking time by the glimmering orange ball she silently wished her prince good-night and scampered off toward the Hyuuga grounds, aware as always of her knight who kept a close, but cold eye on her. Tragedy had stained the Hyuuga household, and she was the princess waiting for her prince to come rescue her, but first, he had to save the world. Slipping into her room, she picked up the olden book of fairytales and caressed the leather-bindings with nostalgia and sighs, opening it’s cover she smiled down at the picture of her mother sitting in its place. Delicately she fished out a newer picture, one that Iruka-sensei had given her with a jovial laugh, and placed it beside her mother. Looking down she smiled sadly, her mother and her prince, both so close, and yet ever so far. Laying against her pillows, she snuggled in to the warmth the sheets provided, and hugged her precious burden to herself, delving into dreams where happily ever after actually existed frequently. Elsewhere the blond who would be a heroic prince hugged himself as he drifted into a feverish sleep filled with the lull of the moon and the call of the sun, sweat staining his brow with stars.
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: # 8 Fairytales
Pairing: Hyuuga Hinata/Uzumaki Naruto
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
Summary: Fairytales are for children, but they help them grow, one is a hero destined, the other a princess waiting.
When Hinata was little, as in small and blessed as a child-like cherub Hyuuga, age five and below her mother would read her stories. Her father, stern and strict during visual clan business would relax his taunt muscles and lean against the door frame of her room watching the pair of them giggle over the appropriate parts. So young, so free, so unaware of the future would bring, as the noble heiress to the noble clan, whose history is not slated by sweet things and talks but satiated by blood and pain. The stories filled with unicorns, princes, and that fairytale woman, or girl-child, who would be saved because ultimately in the end she was somebody’s princess. Not necessarily because of birth, but because she was worth something to someone, but when Hinata was young she just believed every girl was a princess, because her mother told her that was true. In essence that is true because once again, every girl is somebody’s princess, no matter what they say, so Hinata would wonder what her prince would be like. Before Hanabi was born and the Hyuuga household became nothing but suffering for her, Hinata imagined her prince similar to her father, after she was her father’s princess in all manner of the word. When Neji-nii-san saved her from a group of older Uchiha bullies, she wanted her prince to be just like him, her knight. However, when childhood ended for her with bitter aftertaste and regret, her prince was the one no one would ever picture in that role, the blond stigma.
Naruto never had much of a childhood he could recall, that was filled with happy tales and happy faces, but he had been a child. He had no parents to tuck him in and read him stories of brilliant deeds by a hero who saved the world, but most often saved the girl. The few stories he heard of before he himself could read somewhat was of a terrible monster, one strong and fearsome who brought death wherever it lingered. Naruto would shiver consciously as he listened to the tales of the rampage of the Kyuubi, but they would always trail off at the end horror and sadness coloring their features. Then one day the old Hokage told Naruto the end of the story, of a man, strong and wonderful, sacrificing his life to save the precious village he had come to love. His blond hair wind-swept from the passing judgment that was the fox’s tails, his blue eyes filled with love and acceptance for all who had come before and would come after him. Naruto wanted to be that man, strong, acknowledged, and selfless, he wanted to be a hero. However, the lesson that should have been imparted is that not all fairytales end happily, and history has its own fairytales. Naruto would discover how this tale would change his world further isolating him from his peers at the cusp of twelve, but he wanted to be somebody’s hero because nobody had been his, so he would become the ultimate hero. As you know heroes need somebody to rescue, to comfort, to care and lead, Naruto chose the whole village.
Hinata’s prince wanted to be the village hero, but only she saw his ability to conquer all the challenges set before him. She knows now she picked the perfect prince as he pushes Ino gently behind him as he stands in front of Sakura to protect them both from the bullies that roam the school yard, and she sighs wistfully. This last until the bullies grow bored tormenting and heckling the trio, and Naruto encourages softly that Ino take Sakura away from here. Ino with her eyes close nods and tugs insistently at the pink-haired girl away toward the area where she had left her parents. Seconds after the small girls disappear into the horizon, Naruto collapses favoring his bruised stomach from the repeated punches of the older child while protecting the girls. He smiles brightly to the sky, eyes watering as the clouds drift by, he had protected someone today. Naruto admitted he wasn’t a true hero yet, but he was well on his way, hoping up after the pain in his stomach lightened, he grimace, now if only he could get that technique to work!
Hinata watched from behind the tree as he struggled to perform the bunshin jutsu. It was a slow and disheartening process, one Hinata would have surrendered, but not her prince, he merely continued to try long after the sun began its descent. Tracking time by the glimmering orange ball she silently wished her prince good-night and scampered off toward the Hyuuga grounds, aware as always of her knight who kept a close, but cold eye on her. Tragedy had stained the Hyuuga household, and she was the princess waiting for her prince to come rescue her, but first, he had to save the world. Slipping into her room, she picked up the olden book of fairytales and caressed the leather-bindings with nostalgia and sighs, opening it’s cover she smiled down at the picture of her mother sitting in its place. Delicately she fished out a newer picture, one that Iruka-sensei had given her with a jovial laugh, and placed it beside her mother. Looking down she smiled sadly, her mother and her prince, both so close, and yet ever so far. Laying against her pillows, she snuggled in to the warmth the sheets provided, and hugged her precious burden to herself, delving into dreams where happily ever after actually existed frequently. Elsewhere the blond who would be a heroic prince hugged himself as he drifted into a feverish sleep filled with the lull of the moon and the call of the sun, sweat staining his brow with stars.