It starts on a lazy Sunday...

Chapter two

(Hey I should note that there may be something triggering in this chapter. It is heavily insinuated self harm, but I will mark it so that you can skip it if you want to. It will be marked like this: TEXTTEXTTEXTTEXT

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We return soon after, just in time to have missed the boy getting ready. That same boy from earlier is now standing in front of his doorway, clad in an orange shirt and a pair of normal black trousers. A yellow tote bag hanging at his side, stuffed by some random things, a stick of mint flavoured gum and his keys. "Well, here's to going out for the first time in a while..." He says to himself before he puts his hand on and turns the handle, peaking his head out, cautious. *And where did I fuck up in life to be in this moment? I'm supposed to be the bright ray of sunshine in the village, if that's not me who am I?* The dumb blonde thinks as he steps out into the open, shutting his door behind him. *Right it's because of that fucktard...* (Note: Fucktard is a home-brewed insult in my family, being a mix between fucker and retard.) The blonde thinks to himself as he walks off to where he believes Kakashi will be. He puts a smile on his face as he walks, putting on the façade that used to be who he was oh so long ago. He waves at a few familiar faces, cursing himself for his inability to feel how he used to. *Fuck... You useless fuck! Why can't I just...* His thoughts are interrupted by one of the goddesses that the pink haired girl mentioned before. "Hey Naru. You heading to Kakashi?" The grape haired goddess questions him, as she falls into step with him. *Fuck can't they just go away...* The boy thinks, before flashing her a smile. "Yup sure am! Excited to see the old man and maybe he'd be with mom." He says, putting on that façade once more. "Mom? Oh right I forgot that's what you called Iruka!" The girl says, bubbly. "How did you know where I was heading Hinata?" He asks, a bit disturbed having wanted a calm walk. The girl's cheeks slowly dust with a light pink, as she is a bit embarrassed by the truth. "Well Sakura told me so that I would be able to keep an eye on you." The girl says, looking down at her feet and twiddling her thumbs together. *Why would I need to be looked out for? I'm fine...* The boy thinks to himself, looking at the girl, he clears his throat. "And why did she think I needed to be looked out for? I'm not a little kid anymore! I can walk around by myself!" He says, half yelling at the end as he snaps. *I'm a fucking responsible person they can just leave me the fuck alone!* He thinks, anger boiling up to the top of his surface. "Well, it's just because..." The girl starts, trying to keep her tone as calm and soft as possible no matter how insulted she feels by his words. TW IMPLIED SELF HARM!!!

"We worry for you, you seem to be in a bad place since Sasuke left. We have noticed that you come out less and are sad most of the time. And I can see your arms..." She finishes in a worried tone, looking at him in the eyes. *Fuck... I thought I hid it well...* He thinks, looking away and wrapping his arms together, trying to hide them from sight. "What's on my arms? I don't like what you're insinuating!" He says quite defensively, trying and failing miserably at faking innocence. "Just... Fuck you know what I'm talking about!" She says, now letting her frustration peak through her calm exterior. "Drop the subject please, I don't want to talk about it." She sighs, looking at the boy, deadpan in the eyes before nodding her head. "You know that I don't want to but I will, for fucking now and no more." She says, sounding quite upset. "Thanks..." He replies quickly after, looking down at his feet.

END OF TW "Well I better get going, you're only slowing me down with your incessant chatter!" The boy says moments later, putting on a grin and faking happiness, looking at the grape haired girl. "Byeeeeee!" He says as he walks off in another direction, waving at her. *Atleast I got her off of my case...* He thinks as he walks away, gazing at the distance, not paying much attention to his surroundings, putting his hands in his pant pockets. 

(Hey, I should probably note that I have no update schedule in mind but... Expect to get a new chapter or two every week. Also I added stuff to the cover! And sorry it's short one again...) 

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