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Hinata Update:
So... Um... >///< I'm really sorry that I haven't been on at all...
I just wanted to let you know that I will be leaving this group because I'm always so busy. Thank you for letting me join and being so nice to me!
Feel free to unfollow me and take me off the list!
Love,
Hinata
Okie!
I am at your mercy! ^//^ Hehe
Anyone looking to RP? ^//^
A single figure stood against the heavily damaged wall of one of the city’s buildings. Taking out a can of red paint, the individual proceeded to spray obscene words on the already…
Crimson Rain: ((IM ALMOST BACK GUYS!))
Hinata frowned in concentration while she quickly rolled up her sleeve and lifted the spray paint can up after looking around again just to make sure no one was around. She then pointed the nozzle at the wall.
She made sure that her aim was far enough away from Gaara’s previous artwork. She pressed down on the white top and made a surprised sound when the paint came spraying out much more differently than she had pictured. Her eyes went wide and she looked over at him. Her small line of paint, dripping down the brick wall. “I-I’m glad it’s an o-old building. I’d hate to upset anyone…”
Hinata looked down at the spray paint can in her hand and then tentatively looked over at him again, her eyes shining. “Y-Yes it is. I didn’t think you’d remember me since w-we’ve never really talked before.” She held out her hand that wasn’t gripping onto the can and smiled shyly, her blush deepening. “It’s n-nice to finally talk to you Gaara-kun.”
Gaara chuckled softly as she sprayed the wall. The look on her face upon seeing the smear of paint on the wall was priceless. Moving closer towards her, Gaara put his hand on top of hers and pressed on the spray. Slowly, he guided her hand to create a small flower.
“That’s how you do it.” he murmured into her ear. Normally, Gaara was the type of person who avoided physical contact with others, but today… He wanted to touch Hinata. To feel that soft pale hand beneath his equally pale and calloused hand.
“No one’s going to mind if you practice on this building some more.” Gaara whispered. He slowly slipped his hand away from hers and stepped away, urging her to continue painting the wall.
“Ah, yes. We’ve never talked before….” Gaara murmured to himself. Looking up, Gaara tilted his head to the side.
“Nice to talk to me?” He furrowed his brows. Never in all of his seventeen year old life has someone admitted that it was nice to finally talk to him.
Hinata drew in a sharp breath when his hand fell against her own slightly, shaky one. His larger hand was more calm and the warmth it bared was shockingly pleasant against her cold skin.The blush she was constantly keeping grew exponentially at how rough his hands were compared to hers but their skin melded together perfectly, their complexions quite similar.
She was concentrating her eyes on their connected hands and she was surprised to feel that she wasn’t draw away like she usually was from such intimate touches, instead his hands felt calming and direct not just in the way they felt but in the way he was holding onto her; soothing her nervous aching in her fingers.
Her eyes raised up slowly when he began to direct both of them, easily creating a beautiful flower against the grotesque brick wall. Her mouth fell open lightly and her hand tingled from where he had once been guiding theirs. “I,” She turned her eyes over to him, her heart beat increasing the more she stayed close to him, “It’s beautiful Gaara-kun.” She lightly grazed her tongue over her bottom lip and gave him a small smile that fell away quickly when his gaze flicked away from hers.
When he began to look confused, she fully turned her body to him, her hand reached out and it lightly brushed his arm, she quickly drew it back though when those eyes looked right through her again. She moved it to rub against her arm still clutching onto the spray paint can. “O-Of course it’s nice to talk with you Gaara-kun. I’m sorry we’ve never gotten the chance to speak to each other before this… I sort of have a hard time approaching people on my own.” She pulled away her hand from her arm only to brush at her hair, her eyes falling to his nose, he had faint freckles adorning his face and she would have smiled again if there wasn’t a slow tension building up in her chest.
Gaara gave her a confused look as she rambled on about something. Honestly, he had stopped paying attention when she mentioned to him that it was nice to have finally met him. Nodding, Gaara slowly faced her, an unreadable expression upon his face.
“You’ve always wanted to talk to me?” he repeated, his voice hollow. Running a hand through his hair, Gaara shifted uncomfortably. He shook his head and avoided looking at her. At her cute nose and rosy cheeks. And those eyes. Those pale blank irises that intrigued him so.
He moved his arm away when her arm brushed against his. But after a few minutes of utter silence, he reached out hesitantly and brushed back a loose strand of hair away from her face. it puzzled Gaara greatly. He was usually an individual who shyed away from physical contact. Why then did he want to touch this girl so badly?
Hinata couldn’t breathe as his hand reached out and grazed against her cheek, his heated palm ghosting against her fiery cheek bone. Caressing her while his rough paint-coated fingers brushed her hair away from her face. Her whole face became ablaze and that usual heavy feeling fell onto her conscious. She kept her eyes on his though, he looked as lost as she felt. She had never felt so pulled in before, no one had ever locked eyes with her for so long and she hadn’t the faintest idea how to respond but to stare back.
Their soft touches unusual probably for the both of them as she licked at her lips, her heart slamming against her rib cage and making her feel dizzy through out her bones and nerves. Her rough coil of tension was released as she let out a shaky breath, her body now trembling as his hand fell away again, his knuckles now tentatively brushing against her skin. She moved her eyes away, trying to remain conscious as she opened her mouth to speak. Her throat felt tight and she gripped the paint can tighter, “I- I can’t really- Yes.” Her voice was unsteady and she felt foolish. All she wanted to do was to collapse or fall away into the Earth in embarrassment.
Gaara looked at her, his eyes boring steadily into hers. On the outside he looked so calm and controlled, but inside… there was a raging storm of emotions. Confusion, happiness, and other emotions whirled around inside of him after he had touched the girl in front of him. It gave him quite a headache. Licking his lips lightly, Gaara opened his mouth to say something but closed it again. He really had no idea what to say to Hinata. He shifted on his feet lightly and rubbed the back of his neck.
“You’re very red.” he pointed out rather bluntly. Immediately, Gaara smacked himself mentally as the girl colored even more. Of all the things that he wanted to tell her, he had to point out that she was blushing a lot. “I mean, you look… nice…” Gaara said carefully. He was actually not used to giving compliments- let alone, receiving them.
Hinata's blush increased mercifully when those rush of words came tumbling out of Gaara's mouth and it had her heart pounding more severely in her chest. A loud bang rang out in her ears and she numbly realized that the paint can was rolling away from her, she pulled her shaky hand into her chest and held it there with the other. She opened her mouth lightly but was at a lost for words and she was very worried that if she didn't tell herself to breathe calmly, she'd meld back into the old ways of fainting when her emotions sky rocketed, and so far she was acting quite calmly. She was embarrassed beyond belief that such a simple sentence had her frozen inside and her eyes bashfully gazed away from his fierce stare, unable to grab a hold of what exactly he was feeling at the moment. She lost her balance slightly but stuck her leg out a little farther, and forced herself to let out a shaky breath. "I..."
'Say something Hinata. You're probably worrying him.' Just breathe.' She tentatively raised her eyes up to his nose but was afraid to lift them any farther this time. She lightly chewed on her bottom lip before breathing in deep and letting out a loud shaky sigh. She could do this, she had many guy friends now and she was even able to stand around with Naruto without falling over into a mess of red and uneasy love. "Thank you Gaara-kun... You look- You... nice too." She continued to chant to herself to just breathe and focus on the comforting feeling of the ground holding her up but no matter what she did her pounding heart would not cease.
Hinata watched along with Kiba as Akamaru greedily chewed his jerky down and then turned her head to smile over at Kiba, trying to ignore the large mouthful of food his was talking around. “I come here often. It’s…” She couldn’t really say why the spot meant so much to her,...
Hinata smiled, a small giggle escaping her mouth in a brief rush of quiet air, a rarity when she fully laughed out loud. She lightly waved her hand at Kiba, smiling much more brilliantly as he kept lightly bowing his head to her, his hands clasped together while grinning like a fool. She put her bento box back together and then wrapped it back up before brushing out her pants. She stood up gracefully, smiling down at him with a slight blush to her cheeks. "I have the perfect place for you to practice Kiba-kun and trust me, not everyone starts out perfect. it took me a long time to finally grow in strength with my own bow."
She turned her head away and brushed away her hair from her shoulders and gathered the layers up on the top of her head and maneuvered it into a tight ponytail with a hair-tie. She turned back around, her hair twisting with her movement. She clasped her hands behind her back, twisting them together, a small smile still attached to her lips.
// Really bad personal issues. On the verge of a mental breakdown. Maybe not be on for a bit.
//Take as long as you need Shika-kun and breathe. I wish you all my strength. <3 I hope to talk with you more and I'm so sorry I haven't introduced myself yet. ^//^
Hinata gasped lightly, her posture shooting straight up as soon as she heard her friend calling out to her. She stood up quickly, removing the bento from her lap and standing out from behind the tree, a bright smile adorning her face as a brief wind stirred at her hair. She...
Hinata watched along with Kiba as Akamaru greedily chewed his jerky down and then turned her head to smile over at Kiba, trying to ignore the large mouthful of food his was talking around. "I come here often. It's..." She couldn't really say why the spot meant so much to her, so she casted away her eyes, a light brush adorning her cheeks and her toed dug into the soft grass. She giggled as Akamaru lapped at his water bowl and saw a few droplets land on her pants.
"I just like coming here to practice my archery in peace when I'm not allowed access at school. The sunset is also very beautiful from here." She took a small bite and they both chewed in silence for a few moments before she turned her head over to him again, her smile warmer and more approachable. "If you'd like, you could try drawing my bow again as long as you promise not to break the string out of frustration again." She lightly bumped her knee into his, letting the joke float out into the air and hoped she hadn't sounded too harsh. She licked at her lips and lifted a star shaped slice of watermelon to her mouth. The sweetness melded away the salt from the sushi.
Hinata’s leg muscles thrummed tiredly as she led her bike through the deep grass, the shade of the trees looming over her and giving her skin a cooled texture. It wasn’t the warmest weather outside but the long bike ride from the inner city to the outside forest life was...
Hinata gasped lightly, her posture shooting straight up as soon as she heard her friend's name calling out to her. She stood up quickly, removing the bento from her lap and standing out from behind the tree, a bright smile adorning her face as a brief wind stirred at her hair. She waved and called out back to him, not as loud, but just as happy to see him. "Hi Kiba-kun! It's nice to see you- Oh no! Akamaru-kun don't!"
But it was too late before the words could fully leave her mouth, Akamaru was bounding over and had his huge paws on her shoulders, sending her down onto the grass. She let out a startled gasp as his tongue licked the entire left side of her face. "I-It's nice to see you too Akamaru-kun!"
She was gasping out in sharp giggles as the dog slowly moved away from her. She leaned up slowly, her clothes astray as well as her hair. She wiped at her face with the back of her jacket sleeve and let out another laugh when she looked over at Akamaru's face, his head titled to the side with his tongue lolling out. She reached up and scratched at his ears, cooning lightly. "Such a good boy, it's good to see you again." He answered her with a piercing bark and leaned more into her hands. A shadow loomed over the both of them and she gazed up with a brighter smile, a blush now taking over her upper cheekbones. "Hi Kiba-kun. Are you hungry? I think I have some extra food with me if you are."
Open Post: Bicycle
Hinata's leg muscles thrummed tiredly as she led her bike through the deep grass, the shade of the trees looming over her and giving her skin a cooled texture. It wasn't the warmest weather outside but the long bike ride from the inner city to the outside forest life was overexerting and her body was layered with sweat. She sighed as she bumped over a rough patch and rested her bike down on the ground. It was her mother's bike and she only took it out on the weekends when she had a large amount of free time on her hands. The bike stopper had long ago fallen off of the rusted bike but the rest of it worked just fine.
She ran her fingers over the basket she had paid to replace the original one. This one being much larger so she could carry more with her. She drew out a water bottle and a small bento box filled with her lunch. She blew out her bangs, away from her heated skin as she gazed down at the back of the bike, her bow, her arrows and other archery equipment securely tied to the rack. She would rest for a while to rejuvenate her strength before she got in her daily practice. The open field below her favorite large hill was the perfect place for long shooting.
She turned from her bike and walked over to her usual sitting place and leaned against the thick bark. She gazed steadily into the bright sunlight and nature beyond as she opened up her bento box to eat. Per usual the scenery caused her to remember the few times she had come here with her family, when her mother was alive, and the old sadness that use to pierce her heart didn't strike her instead she hummed one of the many songs her mother had taught her. Her humming only breaking when she chewed and drank large gulps of water. The sound of skittering squirrels and the sweet twirls of birds transfixing her into a pure and peaceful set of mind.
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