Drifters (SasuHina)

1. The Head of the Hyuga Clan

I do not own Naruto (SasuHina would have happened if I did)

This is a SasuHina fic but it's mainly focused on Hinata. I was upset by how little we got to see her in the entirety of Naruto especially since she literally married him. Therefore, Hinata will be super strong in this fic and I really don't care if it doesn't make sense xD Hinata supremacy is my nindo.

This story starts about a month after the Fourth Shinobi War. So Hinata and Sasuke are about 16-17 years old(?)

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Drifters

Chapter I - The Head of the Hyuga Clan

The sky was blue and beautiful even if it wasn't cloudless. It was only the start of spring after all and it was just starting to get warmer. The birds chirped, people laughed and merrily chatted and she could hear it all. All the sounds outside flowed into her room together with the soft breeze through her open window.

The house and room she grew up in, the same in which she learned how to stand on her two feet and where she spoke her first words suddenly felt cold and empty as she sat on her bed staring down at the newly sharpened kunai that lay on her lap.

Her renowned albescent eyes stared with hopeless sorrow. She wondered if today was going to be worth it. When the sound of children laughing passed through her windowsill and into her room, she wondered if she could just run away. Her family didn't have much hope for her anyway, she knew it. She'd been disappointing her father ever since she was a child, what more had she to lose if she were to disappoint him just one more time?

Because Hinata Hyuga was exhausted. She was so tired of trying to live up to her clan's standards. She was tired of having people look at her as the elder daughter of the Hyuga main branch who had her title as the heir snatched away from her by her younger sister.

Would they believe her if she told them that the title of the heir doesn't matter— never mattered to her. It was the truth. Her sister— who she adored to bits— had always been more fitting for the role as heir out of the two. Being a shinobi and of service to the village she loved was all she ever asked for. She never asked to be the leader of a clan.

Years ago, when the her title as the heir was withdrawn, she would admit that it had hurt her but it was mostly and almost completely because of the utter look of disappointment on her father's face. That day, even though a part of her breathed in relief over the fact that she would no longer be bearing the burden of an entire clan on her shoulders, the look on her father's face made her want to crawl into a hole and never show her face to anyone ever again. But it passed and soon enough, it stopped mattering to her.

All of that could change today and she didn't want it to.

So, as she sat on her bed in deep thought, fully dressed and equipped in her fighting gear, her sensitive and highly trained ears almost missed the sound of the lightest intake of breath outside her door.

She instantly knew who it was.

"Come in," she said gently, "Hanabi."

There was silence for a moment before the doors of her room slid open.

Hanabi— also dressed in her fighting gear— stood on the other side, with her hands behind her as she looked down at her bare feet.

Hinata mustered up a smile. "Come here," she said. "What's wrong?"

Hanabi remained quiet and unmoving and Hinata patiently waited. She would come around.

Sometime later, Hanabi finally looked at her smiling elder sister whose smile faltered when she saw the frown on her face.