Here is number two in my The Language of Flowers series. For your viewing pleasure is Blue Violets, featuring Hinata.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

A blue violet means faithfulness.

Hinata smiles gently as she stoops low over the flowers. It has just rained, and Hinata is taking advantage is the cool to walk through a forest. Birds chirp everywhere around, and glistening water beads slide off of branches and leaves.

Settled in the fallen leaves of the forest floor, two fragile blue violets poke their delicate heads towards the sun.

Hinata is like these two flowers. Just as they loyally stretch towards the sun for sustenance every morning, Hinata supports her friends on her small, slight shoulder. Just as they depend on the warmth for their lives, Hinata depends on those same friends for emotional sustenance.

The Hyuuga heiress is always there for her friends. When Kiba is having difficulties with his mother or Shino just wants to talk, they come to her, and Hinata never begrudges them her time; to Hinata, supporting them is as natural as the sun rising in the east and setting in the west.

And it is not only Kiba and Shino.

Tenten herself is a regular visitor to the Hyuuga compound, not for Neji's company, but for Hinata's. Tenten suffers horribly through the aching process of growing up and letting go; Hinata, in her own way, suffers similarly. They rely on each other for comfort, growing close and sisterly over shared tears and experiences. They communicate through meals and sleepovers.

And Hinata has a solid rock herself. Kurenai-sensei has replaced the mother Hinata could barely remember. If anything, Kurenai is better than Okaasama, who always stood silent and timid in the shadow of Hinata's father. Kurenai works tirelessly to help Hinata become strong so she can be a true kunoichi, so Hinata can become something in the eyes of her father. Kurenai teaches her to be a woman people can respect, a woman that Hinata can herself respect. Kurenai teaches Hinata the meaning of self-worth.

And it is the same on the battlefield. Hinata is emerging from her shy shell in all walks of life. The process is slow and painful, but it is occurring. On the battlefield, Hinata no longer exists in the background, waiting for the fight to be over. She is right up in the forefront, braving kunai and fists, her gentle taps and touches doing more damage than Kiba or Shino's attacks.

Hinata tugs on her blue sleeve as she wanders through the forest. Her long black hair swishes behind her as she walks.

She is much like the two little blue violets. She is fragile and delicate, but filled with a strength as hard as steel. She faithfully lifts her head towards the sun and lets it fill her up with its rays. She never wavers, never fails to display faith and courage.

A blue violet stands against the darkness, waiting for the sun.

How does this work for Hinata? If you're interested in reading more The Language of Flowers oneshots, just wait until there's another oneshot in my profile with a flower title.