His Sunny Place

Untitled Part 4

I don't own Naruto.

Hinata sighed as she sat on the front steps of the main house of the compound, just looking up towards the sky at the clouds that passed overhead. It was another one of those days where Mito was visiting, so Hashirama was off with her once more. She chose to stay as far from the redhead as she could, the woman truly didn't like her and yet Hinata had never said a single word to her. It seemed she lingered around more often now, or as Kaira had said... Lingered like a bad smell in a small room. Sure, that was a little harsh, but Hinata wanted to train with Hashirama and the redhead was stealing away any time she would get to do that.

She looked across the way to see Tobirama sitting beneath a tree and sighed, she wondered if he was going to be mean to her today too. A chill went down her spine as she realized she had met his gaze. She looked away, trying to act as if she had not been caught staring although she knew she had. He made his way over to her and she jolted to look down at her feet, not wanting to meet his gaze once more. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to her feet, he was surprisingly gentle with her for once. "Come with me." He grunted and she followed behind him sullenly. He led her to a room in the compound that housed their weaponry.

He opened one case and looked down to the blade within. She just watched as he ran his fingers over the shining steel of the blade. He pulled it out and sheathed it, offering it to her. "The brothers use blades as well as Jutsu. Today you will learn how to use one yourself." He bit out and she nodded as she took the blade from his grasp carefully. She looked over the braided blue, black, and white of the hilt, then back up to him as he reached to pull his armor on. His color scheme matched the blade perfectly and she couldn't help but wonder if the blade was once his.

"Don't stare at me like that. We aren't friends, nor will we be. I don't make friends." He muttered and she nodded as she looked down to the blade in her grasp once more. He secured his armor into place and set some more armor on the table before her. She reached up and ran her fingers over the white armor before her. "Father had that made for you." Was all he said as he turned his back to her once more. Hinata just watched him as she secured her new armor into place. He was still rude, but he wasn't being excessively harsh today which was a surprise.

As if he had noticed her confused stare he looked at her once more, only releasing a sigh. "I figure that since you have wind style, you could possibly learn how to use the wind with a blade to enhance the performance of a blade." He explained, as if having to explain it to her was a bother to him. She frowned but nodded, that wasn't the slightest bit what she was confused about... but whatever. She watched as he grabbed his blade and motioned for her to leave. When they exited the building he made his way out of the compound, not even looking to see if she were following him.

The only sound that signified that she was following him was the soft clinking of her armor. He led her to a large clearing where trees surrounded them on all sides and stopped in the center of it. He approached her and she flinched and squeezed her eyes shut as if she expected him to hit her. She cracked her eyes open slowly to see he was giving her a sad look, but the moment he realized her eyes were open it vanished. "Show me how you hold the blade." He said, his tone stern but not mean. She held the blade out before her tilted to the left slightly. She wasn't sure what exactly he wanted her to do, as she had only ever used kunai. Her eyes went wide as he carefully grabbed her elbows and pushed them to where her arms held the blade straight up.

He placed his hands on her upper arms and used one of his feet to slide each of hers into a proper stance. He then proceeded to urge her to straighten up her form by placing a hand on her lower back and forcing the slight slouch out. A small blush coated her cheeks and he crossed his arms over his chest as he looked at her. "This is the proper stance for sword fighting." He said and she looked around at the way she was holding herself and nodded to him. He fell into the same stance and pulled his own blade, the sheath still on.