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Hinata had been taught two important things as a child.
Know your place.
Always use your manners which includes, but is not limited to, 'don't speak out of turn', 'remain still at all times', and 'no staring'.
Take a guess which one she was currently breaking.
Hinata continued to stare at Sasuke for a solid ten seconds while the sounds of bickering continued on in the background. Her eyes were in slits (or as slit-like as they could be because she really did have wide eyes) and were guarded by an air of distrust and confusion. She had her chakra settle close to her eyes so if the need be (aka if Sasuke attacked any of them *cough cough* Naruto*cough*) her Byakugan would be easily accessible. Her body was tense and though she was still unable to touch the ground, her legs were on autopilot and were ready to twist into the gentle fist stance. Chakra, though not yet visible, began to pool towards hands.
The Uchiha stared at her with raised eyebrow and an amused expression. His eyes flicked over her rigid form before he turned to Naruto who was trying seperate Sakura, Ino, and some red haired female.
Hinata felt something in her twitch angrily at being ignored as though she were nothing but a second thought.
"Jugo, put her down," Sasuke said without even turning his head to face who he was speaking to.
Hinata tumbled to the ground with the loss of the hands that had been lifting her up.
Getting up quickly, Hinata began to dust herself off while keeping her head down to hide her blush of shame for being caught off guard, and her less than graceful fall.
Hinata stood up and shifted into a position that was a more relaxed version of the gentle fist and resumed keeping her eyes on the last Uchiha (in Konoha).
Sasuke, though still not looking at her, rolled his eyes and began walking towards Naruto who was currently taking blows from Sakura's fists.
Hinata stiffened at how coldly she had been brushed off, but didn't ease off her stance until a large finger tapped her shoulder.
Curious, Hinata turned around to face a tall, orange haired boy wearing a bright smile, a too bright smile. Hinata held back the the shiver that threatened to rush through her body.
"I hope you are not too injured," he said pleasantly.
Hinata's first impulse was to thank him and tell him that she was not, but then the words repeated themselves in her head and the meaning seemed much more degrading.
It was a small slip, nothing too big, so how could he assume that it would hurt me. Do I really seem that fragile? Do I really seem that small? Do I really seem that weak?
The thoughts rushed through Hinata's head at the speed of a mile a minute, each one more worrisome than the last.
Under most circumstances Hinata would have simply internally frowned before replying with an 'I'm alright' and continuing on with her own business, but quite frankly she was having an awful morning, so she gave him the most scathing comment she had been able to think up at the time.
"I-I'm not f-f-frail," she practically whispered.
Goddamnit
The boy's smile, if possible, widened in an apologetic manner. It was honestly quite creepy, but Hinata was too polite (and frightened) to say that aloud.
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Hinata ~ Strongest of the Weakest and Rising
Fanfiction[For those who don't know (and probably won't care) this is rewrite of 'Never Back Down' which I thought was badly written .] Everyone grew stronger. She remained at a stagnate pace. Why couldn't she get stronger? Hinata was tired of being overlooke...
