the fire that rages within

byakuganprince:

Finally all the kids that gathered around where nowhere to be seen. He was unsure if he had intimidated them or they were just startled by the presence of an adult. 

It was a reflex yet he could feel his body tensing, almost showing up his teeth as if he was an animal. Falling conscious of it helped him control it back, though. He probably had looked scary.

Dormant byakugan focused in the small body curling on the floor, a terrified sigh left his lungs as he approached it quickly, his hands cautiously getting in contact with the other’s arm and head. “Honou…”

   He felt so… useless… Hinata could feel the small Uchiha sob against the skin of his hands, he could see the Hyuuga’s tears roll down his dirtied cheeks. He saw the most beautiful contradiction of history be reduced to a scaried ball. His poor son. He felt bad. How could he not have noticed before?

          Swift movement brought the small body up on his arms. 

“Let’s go home, yes? I will talk with your teachers tomorrow, for the meantime, we need to get you some rest.”

        The Hyuuga’s tone was so soft and sweet. It was almost reserved uniquely for his family. And specially for his son.

He carried the young man all the way to their house, however, Hinata took all the shortcuts he could, passing only through mostly emptied streets. The least he wanted was to embarrass the dark haired. And he knew pretty well how he could take after Sasuko.

With total care he placed him down at the entrance of the kitchen, as he walked over to bring out his things to make some tea. “Young man, we need to talk.” Voice was as gentle as always, yet some seriousness rose on it. “W-why… Why hadn’t you told me about this? You know you can trust me, right?” Right? Hinata tried to convince himself.

The walk back home was a silent one; neither two spoke to each other, except for the man’s gentle humming to calm the slightly sobbing boy down. Honou’s face buried deep into his chest, small fingers gripped tightly on his jacket, and he was mentally glad that his father took path on the less-crowded, less nosy streets. He didn’t want people coming up to them asking what happened. It was already embarrassing for Honou’s father to see him in that disarrayed state, he didn’t any other people to know as well.

When they entered their small home, Hinata carried the boy towards the kitchen, placing him gently on the entrance while he prepares some tea for him. Honou thought Hinata would not say anything, so he took it as a sign for him to leave, to escape into his small bedroom and continue crying form there. But Hinata calls him, the serious but kind tone on his voice forced Honou to stop on his heels and turn back ot his father.

                            “I…” He bit his thumb, his other hand crumpled the hem of his own sweater. 

                                    ’ I do trust you. ' Honou wanted to tell him, but he felt his throat drying up quickly, maybe from crying really hard earlier, or because he felt a small lump form inside, making it harder for him to say anything at all.

                         He just wanted to run into his room. Be left alone.

A new tear rolled down his cheeks, and he hastily wiped it with his dirtied sleeve. He turned back to his father, a pained expression clearly written across his face, a want to be just get this day over with, not wanting to discuss about what happened. “I-It’s…hard…”