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16 April 2009 @ 11:11 pm
Waiting for Tomorrow  
Title: Waiting for Tomorrow
Author/Artist: tasogaretaichou
Pairing: Hyuuga Neji x Hyuuga Hinata
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: #25 fence
Disclaimer: Naruto and it's characters do not belong to me. I just borrow them for my own twisted purposes.


Every morning, for the last two and a half weeks, she's gotten up early. Slipping her feet into the familiar black sandals, she brushes her long hair back from her face and makes her way down that old, worn path. Sometimes she stops along the way, greets old friends and faces from her childhood, other times she simply walks with her attention elsewhere, drawn upward and outwards as though focused on a melody that no one else hears. She walks the path at sunrise, and again at sunset, to stand in her silent vigil again each night.

When it rains, a simple red umbrella shields dark hair and pale face from the heavens' torrential downpours, the soles of her shoes squelching in the thick mud of the pathway and yet she still makes the journey every day. As the autumn turns to winter, and the coloured leaves begin to give way to cold breezes heralding the coming snows, she simply adds a woolen shawl to her shoulders, the edges drawn tight against the chill.

Her path takes her along the edge of the village, through the older districts and past familiar landmarks and structures. So much of it is different now, changed forever in Akatsuki's attack, the older lines and edges weather in some places and contrasting with the sharpness of the broken pieces of that old life. Not that her current life is so much different. It's not, at least not in the way that anyone might have assumed.

Missions, clan, friends... most all of them stay the same, day after day.

Most... but not all. Her path ends soon, ends at the remains of an old worn fence that once marked the edge of Konoha's boundaries long before the village became what it is today. Long before she was born, long before her father was born, the women of the village, those left behind as their loved ones left on dangerous missions, would stand beside the fence. Stand and wait, hopeful and attentive, anxiously awaiting the return of a smile, a whisper, a kiss.

She is not a wife. Not a mother. And yet, each morning she waits. Waits until time and duty force her away, until her own missions must take her attention from that old path winding through the woods and another day's vigil ends and the cycle begins anew. They've told her that it's useless, that there is no hope. That the one she waits for, the one with eyes like hers and a cold reserved stare will never walk down that path again. The mission failed, the team lost. No survivors. Yet in spite of that, she still waits. She waits because she believes, and because somewhere within herself, she knows she's right. That as long as she waits, as long as she keeps faith and stands by the fence, she'll be rewarded one day. Rewarded with the sight of a tired figure in scuffed white armour making his way back up that dusty and overgrown path. That she'll see those tired white eyes lift, see his gaze find her, and then... everything will be alright again.
 
 
 
Noor: NejiHinanaureen_rally on April 29th, 2009 02:31 am (UTC)
thats so inspiring. and so much as how i imagine hinata