Hey guys...
I'm so sorry that the new chapter took so damn long ^^ "My life is going through an incredible change at the moment ...
Nya, I hope there are still a few loyal readers who still enjoy this story and continue to follow it. Even if I can't promise when the next chapter will come. I swear to you that one thing will come;)

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Chapter 3:

new friendship?

"So folks, this is your tests written a week ago! As I had thought, about half of the class has a five or a six. And the rest is three and four, except for one student." He opened up Hinata, who was sitting on a single seat, gave her her test. "Very nicely done. Apparently someone who still takes care of the school." The blue-haired woman looked down at her test and saw a large, circled, red A in the middle of many red ticks.Happy about her grade, she put the test in her pocket and, as always, followed the class diligently and with disapproving looks and comments from her classmates.
Then she had a double mathematics lesson in which she had to write her exam. She sat there excitedly, ignoring the murmur around her and going over in her head what she had learned.
Two minutes later her teacher came in and hit the table. Silence immediately returned to the otherwise undisciplined class. But when Mrs. Monday was there, everyone was quiet. "Put the pens out, shut the flap and there will be no cheating!", She practically barked.
Everyone nodded and she handed out the leaves. Then it started.

Two hours later, when the math teacher disappeared, everyone was talking at once. Everyone asked everyone what they had written down as a result of this and the task. Hinata, however, sat alone in her seat, as always, and didn't know what to do. She had no one to talk to.So she decided to go into the corridor, where it was at least a little quieter. But as soon as she walked out the door, she bumped into someone.
“Oh, sorry.” She looked up and saw the boy who had given her information about her Japanese teacher.
He smiled. "It's okay. Hey, don't we know each other?" She nodded briefly. "Yes ..." His smile seemed to widen even further. In general, it looked like he wasn't doing anything else all day. "Well, okay. I have to go on again. Ciao!" Again only a short nod came from her and she went back to class.

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"Hinata! Finally cook something, damn it! I'm hungry!" Hanabi stormed into her sister's room angrily. Her voice wasn't loud, but it was sharp. There was no doubt that she was Hiashi's daughter.
“Yes, I'll be right there.” Sighing, she got up from her desk chair and was about to leave her room when her phone rang. Neji! it shot through her head.She took long steps towards the phone and picked it up. “Hinata Hyuuga here.” So she always answered when she answered the phone.
"Hey, Hinata! It's me, Neji. How are you?" Before answering, the blue-haired woman turned to the door to see if Hanabi was still there. But luckily she was already gone. "Well, I miss you. I have no one else to talk to. And how are you?" He sighed. “All right, but I feel guilty, Hinata.” She was surprised. "A guilty conscience? What about?"
"Because ... I left you alone."

After Hinata had finished talking to her cousin, she quickly went to the kitchen, where her younger sister was waiting impatiently. When she saw the older one, she rolled her eyes. "Well, finally! Now finally make something to eat before I still starve!" In order not to get in trouble, Hinata hurried to cook. But when she put a bulging plate in front of Hanabi, she snorted contemptuously."What is that? If I eat that, I'll get fat! I have to watch out for my line, so make me a light salad or something!" Hinata looked at her, puzzled. "I thought you were hungry. Do you think a salad is filling?" It was only meant nicely, because even if her sister apparently hated her, Hinata didn't reply. In some way she liked Hanabi, she was her sister, her blood relatives. Hanabi, however, jumped up from her chair and glared at her. "How do you know what makes me feel full, huh? Besides, it's none of your business, so make me a salad and get out of it!"
Inwardly hurt, Hinata nodded and did what her sister asked. Then she retired to her room. But she couldn't take it anymore, so she went to her father and said she had to get some school supplies. He just nodded and sent her out of the room.

Since she really needed new stationery, she went to the nearest stationery store.There she wandered through the aisles looking for a particular booklet. Just as she was about to reach for something she was looking for, someone else reached for it too. She withdrew her hand and looked up. That boy again! "Hey!" He grinned. "H- Hey ..." There was a moment of silence in which they just looked into each other's eyes. Then the blond boy broke it.

"You are sad. And hurt."

Extremely confused and at the same time puzzled, she looked at him. "Wh- I beg your pardon? How ...?" His smile turned soft and tender. He lowered his voice as he said, "I saw it in your eyes. They are the gateway to the soul, you know?"
"Yes, yes. But ..." Suddenly he interrupted her. “Come on, we're going to have an ice cream now.” Even more astonished than before, she allowed him to pull her into an ice cream parlor. He sat down across from her and grinned - as always.

Now they sat there. In an ice cream parlor without knowing the name of the person you're talking to. Or to know anything about the other person at all.But it didn't seem to bother either. At first they talked about trivial things until the young man moved on to something serious. “What I said earlier that you are sad and hurt, right?” It was more of a statement than a question. She just remained silent and looked away. "Well, if you ever need someone to talk to ..." He pulled a ballpoint pen from one of his trouser pockets, grabbed a napkin and wrote something down. “Here, my number.” Then he got up, put some money on the table and was about to leave when she stopped him. "Wait a minute! How ... What's your name?"

"Naruto." He went smiling.


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The blue-haired woman stood uncertainly in front of her father's mahogany desk. He was eyeing her test, but he didn't seem completely satisfied. "One minus," he said, "you should have done better. What's that mistake? A typo, Hinata! Unbelievable, you're sixteen and don't even know how to write that simple word?"The girl let her father's sermon go through her quietly, but thought her part. The simple word, as her father said, had at least eleven letters and was an absolute foreign word, the spelling of which she had discussed with her teacher. Yes she didn't mention it, what good would it have done?

Hinata wondered why he was being so strict with her. When Hanabi wrote a two, he was completely satisfied. Why was it different with her? She was just as much his daughter, was just as much the daughter of her sadly deceased mother. "Why ?!" suddenly escaped her. Hiashi looked at her. "What do you mean bywhy?"
"II ..." She didn't know what to say. Her father always looked at her immediately when she lied. So what should she do? He was getting more and more impatient, so she decided on an evasive answer. "N- Not so important, father." His gaze lingered on her for a moment, but then he dismissed her with the words: "Finally try harder at school."The young girl didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She was the best of her year and he told her to make an effort ?! Through these thoughts she came back to the why. Why was he like that to her? Why did he ask so much of her? She remembered a conversation she had with her mother a long time ago.

~ Flashback ~

“Mummy!” A small, blue-haired girl ran up to her mother and threw herself into her arms. “Hey, Hinata!” She smiled at the petite creature in her arms. "May I ask you something, Mommy?" The pretty, brown-haired woman nodded. "Do you know why Papa is always so strict on me? Sometimes I think he doesn't love me at all!" An expression of sadness fell on the face of the person asked. But he disappeared again immediately. She was determined to let her daughter know the truth when she was old enough. Unfortunately, that never happened.
"Oh, honey. Your father loves you! Very nice, actually, but he doesn't like to show that, you understand?"The little blue-haired woman tilted her head and looked questioningly." I don't know if I understand. But I think so. "

~ Flashback end ~

It was only now that she was sitting in her room thinking carefully about this conversation that she remembered that expression on her mother's face. She wondered if he meant something or if it was just because she had doubted the father's feelings?
Tired from all this thinking, she soon went to bed. But she couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned for hours. A look at the clock revealed that it was already 1 a.m. Damn it, she had to talk to someone else she would never be able to fall asleep!
So she got up and went to the chair over which her jacket was hanging. She reached into one of the pockets to take out her cell phone, in which Neji's number was stored. When she pulled out the cell phone, something else fell out. A light green napkin with the logo of an ice cream parlor printed on it.And the blond boy's number. She looked from the clock to the napkin and back.
Stop! Was she considering calling a stranger at 1am? She shook her head. She couldn't do that. So she dialed Neji's number, but no one answered. She tried again, but again nobody answered. Her cousin was apparently sound asleep.
Again her gaze wandered to the green napkin. She didn't know this boy. It could be that he was just playing a stupid game. Or he just talked to her for a bet or something like that. She had had enough experience with something like this. But still he seemed to have something reassuring.