KakaHina

For days she had been staring out of the window, the soft breeze caressed her face, but she did not seem to register most of that. On the other side of the room, the tv was on, but no one was paying attention. People mostly just stared at their blank papers, or were socializing at their desks. They had been sitting in this dimly lit, small room for almost a month, occasionally people would bring them food or other neccisities. But overall, it was just them looking after themselves. Their task? Today it involved just writing letters to the people that have lost someone in the battle. The moment the war started, Hinata knew that Kakashi would

        Memento of spring. KakaHina.        Hinata was sitting in her house back garden and wondered. *Should I go? Or maybe no? Why me? Does he love me? Argh… Hinata give up already! There is no way that you could actually understand that guy…* She thought and closed her eyes. It was spring and sun was agreeably shining on Hinata's pale skin. –Hinata, someone is looking for you! – Hinata heard her father yelling from house. –Hai! – She yelled back and stood up. *Don't tell me it's him…* Hinata sighed. She walked in house and found out that it really was him. –Hello Hinata-san. – Said guy and smi