Porcelain Doll [ON HIATUS]

Chapter 8-The Night Sky

Finally, a disclaimer! I do not own Naruto or it's characters, only Hitomi and the minor characters I have used in a previous chapter: Karina and Keiko. Everything else belongs to Masashi Kishimoto(except for my fanfic itself, of course.)

Hitomi's POV-

After my conversation with Gaara...

...I don't want to go to the festival. It's a waste of time, and besides, Gaara probably hates me now. I sighed in frustration.

"Hitomi." I heard a masculine voice.

I jumped slightly, expecting Gaara. But it wasn't him. It was Kankuro.

"Hehe, excited for the festival?" He asked, chuckling.

I sighed, and nodded quickly. If it was Gaara, I wouldn't know how to respond.

"Something on your mind? You look troubled." "No, nothing," I replied quickly, too quickly. He narrowed his eyes.

I tried to avert my eyes from his.

"Relationship problems? Something wrong between you and my little bro?"

"H-How-?"

"Your facial expression. It looks frustrated." He laughed.

"Usually, boys aren't good with love advice, but I'll give it a go," Kankuro said, sitting down, and motioning for me to join him.

I did, and took a deep breath, about to spill everything. "Where should I start?" "From the beginning." "I knew you'd say that."

I told him about how Gaara had asked me what I felt toward him the previous day, and how I'd answered. 

Kankuro listened quietly, nodding and saying, "Uh-huh, go on," occasionally. (He didn't seem so interested, though.)

"Seems frustrating."

"It is," I mumbled.

I kept going, saying how confused and lost I am, unable to make a decision, because if I chose one, I would hurt the other. I obviously couldn't choose both, and so I worry day and night about when I'd have to choose. I also talked about how I wasn't even sure of my feelings toward the boys, and how everything seemed so forced, and rushed.

"You think you can help me?" I asked, running a hand through my hair.

"Hm...At this time, I'd probably try to joke around and say, 'Pick my brother, he's related to me, so he's obviously the better choice,' but it seems too serious to joke around about. I'm not sure how to help, but I'll try anyways. If I fail horribly, you can ask Temari for advice."

I nodded, ready for whatever he was going to say.

"Follow your gut instinct. Some part of you will have already decided, whether it's your gut or your heart. I said to trust your gut instead of heart because saying 'follow your heart' sounds too cliché and girly. But if you follow it, you'll get your decision."

I thought about that in my head as he walked outside to get some fresh air and walk around town. Honestly, it wasn't very clear, or helpful, but I was grateful he tried. I think I caught him about to fall asleep somewhere during my explanations.

I was about to get up, when I heard someone coming down the stairs. I jumped, snapping my head towards the sound. Was it Gaara?

...

Aaand, nope, it wasn't. It was Temari. I took deep breaths, trying to get my heart to slow down and resume to the pace it was beating at.

"Temari-san," I greeted, nodding in her direction. "Oh, back to Temari-san now, is it?" she teased, pouting, yet ,somehow, with a playful look on her face.