Whispers In The Dark

Missing Sun

Hinata sat in Naruto's apartment. She didn't really understand why she gone back there. Perhaps because even with the new support of her father, sister and cousin, Hinata still felt safest in the home she shared with Naruto. The medical and psychological evaluation file explained Naruto in a very medical standpoint but...how does this reflect him in the once familiar light of her friendship with him?

She had loved him for so long.

She thought she knew him but...if what Inoichi had written down from the many psychiatric meeting he had with Naruto then...the boy she knew didn't really exist. Who was even Uzumaki Naruto? The Prank King of Konoha? Or was it the serial killer that haunted the alleyways and sewers of Konoha, dragging his victim down to be melted into nothing but goo? Was he the happy hardworking boy aiming for the peak of the Shinobi career, a Kage, or was he this obscure character haunting her steps because...what? His obsession, his infatuation of her?

The strange morning came to her mind.

Followed by his nightly need to hug her and spoon her, pressing his rigid member against her back.

The way he gasped as he rubbed his member between her thighs, cumming right against her crotch dangerously even with the rather useless barrier of sodden panty in between.

She knew he lusted for her if the name he called as he did that was any indication.

But...Naruto can be considered an extreme method actor. Every action was calculated. Every move measured. Inoichi described a much younger Naruto as empty. He lack any sorts of emotion or dream or even the will to live. There were even notes on thoughts of suicide. He wrote how Naruto saw waking up as hard because he didn't feel alive, simply existing monotonously. Naruto has no fear, no hatred, no anger, no happiness and no sorrow. He mentioned how Naruto didn't even cry when the matron of the orphanage he grew up in locked him in a cupboard without food or water for being a 'creepy little demon'. He simply sat there starving half to death until the Sandaime visited him. The matron was sent away since, unable to be trusted around children.

The change came after a painfully familiar date; the date of Hyuuga Hizashi's wake.

He kept escaping the ANBU headquarter where he was held after murdering a barber who almost sliced his ear off with scissors when he was almost three via a rather familiar trap. He was only caught because he didn't plan it through. He had cried and that was what tipped off the Hokage. Naruto behaving like an ordinary child when he was well known to be uncanny was what caught him as the murderer.

Tracking him lead to the area surrounding the Hyuuga Compound.

A hazy memory came to her; a cold winter evening, her crying her heart out instead of swallowing her pain like the elders expected her to, a child her age hidden by the shadow of the street lamp, golden hair and warm hand leading her home. Strange words to comfort her, giving her courage, brushing her tears and telling her to be grateful because she have a place full of people like her.

"I don't cry! Because there's nothing to cry about! Your house looked so warm, dattebayo! I'm sure the people who live here are also warm!"

She knew now that the strange boy who told her to see her dearly departed Uncle as not dead but free of the world was Naruto. She didn't know why she didn't remember his verbal tic; dattebayo. It was so uniquely him.

From the file it seemed he kept returning but he never showed himself. He described his behavior as cowardly because she's apparently so special it made his heart feel sick. In fact, in another file Naruto had to be sedated because he attempted to cut his chest open to see what makes his chest hurt so much whenever he saw her. He described her as pure like a new born baby, untouched by the world and he was moved by her pure eyes. He had vowed to keep her pure always and described as his 'Pure White Lily'.