A/N: Yeah... another Hinata/Wolf story, but... hopefully this one is a bit different. (:

I do not own Naruto.

Hinata isn't sure what's going on.

It's like she's floating in the dark—which is incredibly unlikely, considering she was just fighting a member of the Akatsuki.

Unless, of course, this is what dying feels like. She wonders if she's dead.

She could be. She might be. She probably is.

She challenged Pein—the leader of the biggest criminal organization in the entire history of Shinobi—to save Naruto's life. She hopes she succeeded, even if it means that she gave up her own life in the process.

Naruto's life is more important than hers. Kami, she wishes sometimes that that wasn't true, but it is and it probably always will be. She is the (was the?) the heiress to the Hyuuga, but Naruto is destined to be the savior of a nation. She knew from the moment she saw him as a child, that he would be so very important. He'll be the Hokage one day, she knows. But what she doesn't know is if she'll ever be able to even see that happen.

She drifts in and out of conscious thinking, but never in and out of actual consciousness. Time seems to move at snail's pace, if it's even moving at all. She can't tell.

After what seems to be years, she finally sees a light, and blurry figures all around her. She smells the familiar scent of blood and she panics, letting out a screech.

Her voice is light and her eyes are still so blurry.

She reaches out, but realizes she can't. Someone picks her up and carries her as if she a small child. She struggles in their grasp—or, well, she attempts to. It's a bit hard, when she is wrapped in a blanket.

It's a bit embarrassing to admit, but it takes Hinata Hyuuga 3 days to realize that she is no longer a 16 year old girl.

She's a baby.