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breakingdreams2007-08-30 06:42 pm
kitsuneasika.livejournal.com) wrote in breakingdreams2007-08-30 06:42 pm
naruto; Untitled [sakura/hinata]
Title: Untitled
Pairing: Sakura/Hinata
Summary: She hated the rain.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Untitled
She hated the rain.
It was cold, it got your clothes wet to where the friction against your skin was so uncomfortable that it was as if the Devil himself was torturing you, if you happened to be wearing white perverts would never leave you alone, it made your clothes stick to you so taking your wet clothes off was a hassle(and of course the perverts would strike)...the list went on and on.
Which is why she was not at all pleased when she came out of the hospital to see the rain.
And of course she hadn't brought an umbrella.
She sighed, kicking a rock as she walked by the training fields. She was positively soaked, and she didn't like it one bit.
Well, at least she wasn't wearing white. That was a plus, however a small one.
As she thought this, she caught sight of a petite figure on the fields, making their way to the path. The figure reached her quickly, and she imediately reconized the soaked form.
"Hello, Hina...ta...," she trailed off.
The Hyuuga had obviously been training in the rain for the last few hours. Mud splattered her shivering form, and she was soaked. Her eyes ran over the way her dark blue hair clung to her cheeks, and--
"Hinata, you look absolutely freezing," Sakura scolded, pushing her mind away from that trail of thought, "You'll get sick training out here. Come on, my apartment's closer, and we need to get you out of these wet clothes before you catch something."
As the girl stuttered her agreement, Sakura inwardly grinned, allowing herself to go back down that trail of thought.
Hinata was soaked.
She loved the rain.
Especially what it did to white.
Pairing: Sakura/Hinata
Summary: She hated the rain.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
She hated the rain.
It was cold, it got your clothes wet to where the friction against your skin was so uncomfortable that it was as if the Devil himself was torturing you, if you happened to be wearing white perverts would never leave you alone, it made your clothes stick to you so taking your wet clothes off was a hassle(and of course the perverts would strike)...the list went on and on.
Which is why she was not at all pleased when she came out of the hospital to see the rain.
And of course she hadn't brought an umbrella.
She sighed, kicking a rock as she walked by the training fields. She was positively soaked, and she didn't like it one bit.
Well, at least she wasn't wearing white. That was a plus, however a small one.
As she thought this, she caught sight of a petite figure on the fields, making their way to the path. The figure reached her quickly, and she imediately reconized the soaked form.
"Hello, Hina...ta...," she trailed off.
The Hyuuga had obviously been training in the rain for the last few hours. Mud splattered her shivering form, and she was soaked. Her eyes ran over the way her dark blue hair clung to her cheeks, and--
"Hinata, you look absolutely freezing," Sakura scolded, pushing her mind away from that trail of thought, "You'll get sick training out here. Come on, my apartment's closer, and we need to get you out of these wet clothes before you catch something."
As the girl stuttered her agreement, Sakura inwardly grinned, allowing herself to go back down that trail of thought.
Hinata was soaked.
She loved the rain.
Especially what it did to white.