You know what my biggest pet peeve is? Idiots who talk in the library. ; wh00t! Chapter 18! We shalt forthwith throw a party, chia! My apologies. Kiba's P.O.V.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Or Trans-Siberian Orchestra.

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...In the night and the dream as it gusts through the night,

With the whisper of snow as it starts to deploy,

With the depths of the of a night that's about to begin

With the feeling of snow as it melts on your skin.

And it covers the land with a dream so intense,

That it reopens us all to a child's innocence,

And what you thought lost that could never retrieve

Is suddenly there to befall on Christmas Eve.

"The Lost Christmas Eve" by Trans-Siberian Orchestra. (The tune suits it. ;)

Why was she the one who was punished for my ridiculous actions? I should be the one in there, not her. Never her. Hinata-chan shouldn't be the one struggling for her life right now. I curled up in a ball, covering my eyes with my hands, crying. I felt so ridiculously stupid. An idiot, that's all I am.

Naruto was pacing back and forth, as if something was heavy on his mind. I didn't care. All I could do was feel sorry for her an myself. I wanted to die so bad, I wanted to just strangle myself. My head spun. Oh, man, this sucked. Please, please, let her live. If anything, at least kill me in her stead, just don't let Hinata-chan die. I squeezed my knees closer to my chest. Please.

What went wrong? I let her go, to protect her. Yeah, that definitely worked out well. She's not trying to live or anything with the lack of blood loss or anything! My mind raced with thoughts I did not want to comprehend. This was the worst possible thing to happen. I had already explained to the best of my knowledge of as to what happened to the police. They thought I attempted murder. What the fuck, I could never do that to her. Just the thought mortifies me. I doubt this was an attempted murder. I wished it wasn't, so I could kill someone in vengeance.

Though, Hinata-chan wouldn't like that. She would probably either yell at me, or possibly kill me. I would so want her to do that to me right now. I wanted to take a time machine back, to that alley way, and let her shoot me. Maybe then, she'd be okay. And then, when I would be dead, Gaara would come around, alive, and save her from her drug addiction.

She would have been better off without me and with him. So much better. I clenched my hands into fists. If I had the power to do that, I would. Even Naruto, if Gaara wasn't able to. And he'd make her go back to school, and she'd be an honor roll student, graduate, and live happily ever after.

But no, she was stuck with me. How fucked up was that? Instead of all that, she had to deal with psycho whores, blood-thirsty drug-dealers, fire arms, and a dog who can't even fucking protect his girlfriend. Why the hell was she with me even so? It had to cross her mind at least once, right? I'm fucking more useless than... than Kabuto. Than dirt. Than pond scum.

The only thing I'd be useful for would be disappearing out of her life. If she had one left by the end of this. I bit my lip, causing it to bleed, yet I felt nothing. All I could tell was the taste of blood lingering inside my mouth. The blood that was around her... She tasted that. She was there, alone, dying, tasting her own blood! What was going through her head during that? Did she even care that she fell?

Or did she blame herself, and never once cared about the fact that she could end up dead by the entire ordeal? Was that because of me? Somebody, please, wake me up from this living nightmare! I know, was in reality. But this was lasting hours on end, and my nerves could barely stand it. I wanted to know if she was going to be okay. What was taking them so fucking long?!

The white walls seemed to close in around me. I tightened my grip around myself. The ticking of the clock, the lone sound that had a repetition among other noises, seemed to add to my misery. As the sky faded to black, all light that once lit up the world was gone, replaced by a darkness that froze life into place.

How I hated it. How I resented it. Night, the taker of life and colour, it shouldn't even exist. The stars, the moon, the dark... Death. I hated it all, I wanted it all to disappear. To go away, and never come back. To let light come again, and never fade to black.

The only possibility for that to happen was if time froze into place. And, judging by the ticking clock, I would believe that it hasn't happened yet. It may as well have. I felt sick in my core. I got up, having to move. Naruto stared at me for a moment, nodding slightly as if seeing my anticipations, and resumed to pacing around the room. I stepped outside into the darkness, meeting it face to face. The bitter chill of autumn nipped at my hands as a slight wind came through. It was the kind of wind I never had liked, the kind that indicated autumn was ending and winter was soon to come.

I walked around a little bit, trying to calm myself down. I was thinking too much, that much was apparent. But I couldn't seem to get a grip of myself. I saw the falling leaves off a dead tree, moonlight giving them one last attempt to shine their colour. And I watched as they landed onto the brown grass, dead. At that, I let out a wailing sob. Anyone but her, even me. Please! I reached for support for the tree, my hands slipping and I fell.

I debated whether or not to get up again. What was the point? Shivers went through my body from the cold. At that, my body reacted for me, getting up and heading back to the hospital. I wiped the tears that seemed to freeze upon my face, and stepped through the door. It seemed like nothing new has happened yet. We still didn't know whether or not she was going to live or not.

"Kiba," Naruto seemed to shatter the never-ending silence. "Whatever happens, remember that this wasn't your fault."

"But it was," I stifled another sob. "I-If I hadn't left her like the way I did, would she be in this situation? I think not!"

I curled back into a ball. Naruto stared at me for a long moment, the ticking the only thing making noise during that time.

"Would she blame you for it, though?" he asked suddenly.

I would be wrong if I said 'yes'. Hinata-chan was Hinata-chan. She never blamed anyone but herself. I bit my lip. I knew that too well, I knew her too well.

"Of course not, 'ttebayo," Naruto placed a hand on my shoulder. "She wouldn't--"

"Whether or not she blames me isn't the issue!" I yelled. "She never blames anyone! Blame isn't it! I still was the cause, blame or not! So will you shut up and--"

"--let you destroy yourself over this?" Naruto interrupted. "I think--"

"--you will," I glared. "This is my fault."

We stared at each other, unmoving for what seemed to be centuries. It was a sudden burst through the door that startled both of us. I blinked. More medics, carrying somebody else in. It hurt. It hurt so badly to see that. I watched as they rushed through the swinging double doors, trying to save the person.

What drives us to save each other? To try to help each other? Why didn't we all just let us die? I stopped. What the hell was I thinking? Obviously, because not helping somebody would just be cruel. Right?

I saw someone come through the door. A nurse. She seemed to look around, and then caught glimpse of us, and walked towards us. I clenched my fists together, suddenly having an ill feeling. Did I want to know? Should I know? I couldn't seem to bear it. Naruto slightly squeezed my shoulder. No doubt he was worrying, too.

"You two are Hyuuga Hinata's friends?" she asked politely.

Naruto nodded. I felt myself trembling. Please... Please... I stared down, not able to make eye contact. The nurse cleared her throat.

"...I'm so sorry, but we couldn't do much for her," she started, her voice filled with sympathy. "We managed to stop the bleeding, but the blood loss was too great. We couldn't... save her. I'm so sorry for your loss."

Lies. They had to be lies. She couldn't be dead. No. No way, there must be a mistake. Tell me this is a joke. Tell me I fell asleep. Tell me anything, just not that. Naruto was crying loudly. I stared blankly. Most of the nurse's words washed right over me, never computing. She looked at me then, directing something.

"You may see her if you wish."

That was the last thing I wanted to do.

I didn't want to see her. Not dead. Not lifeless, with those eyes blank and distant. I wanted her alive, why wasn't she alive?! I wanted to scream. To scream in anger and hatred of myself, of everyone who was still smiling and people who thought life was great. It wasn't.

Life sucks, and then you die.

Some, too earlier than others.

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I found myself home. I was awake, but not by choice. Onee-chan was out, said something about shopping. Her eyes were so sad towards me. I didn't care anymore. Akamaru whined. It didn't take a dog to notice that I was obviously broken. She was dead. Hinata-chan was dead, as of last night. Why? Why?!

I looked at my hands. I told her I hated her, right in her face. How could I ever forgive myself for that? Never. I couldn't even think of forgiving myself. It wasn't possible. I sat there, staring blankly at nothing. My life had no purpose. None, what so ever, other than to be a low-life dog that I am. But that had already been established. I am the most pathetic of all.

I looked at the clock. Onee-chan had just left five minuted ago. Now what? My life had no purpose. I walked up into my room, staring at myself in the mirror. I saw a boy, who looked so pale, so lifeless. Was that really me? Was that why Onee-chan was so worried? Why was she?

I smashed the mirror with my fist, blood running down my fingers. Damn me to hell. I want to see her again, how could I wish for that? I don't have the right!

My eyes wandered to the locked box in the corner. I walked over to it, breaking the lock, and opening it. I examined it. A gun. We owned a gun? I never knew that. If I did, I would have done something much quicker.

Kill myself.

I pulled it out of there, loading it with three bullets. I walked into the middle of the room, pointing it at me. Akamaru barked ferociously, obviously against my plan.

I'm sorry, Akamaru. I'm sorry, Onee-chan.

I'm sorry, Hinata-chan.

I pointed it at my chest, firing it three times. It hurt. It hurt a lot. But the pain was slowly fading. I fell to the floor. Akamaru panicked, running in circles. I felt the blood starting to pool. I felt my thoughts drifting. My eyes wandered to the table in the corner of the room, barely able to focus. It was the picture of me, Hinata, and Neji, at that picnic. My eyes welled with tears. That was when everything was perfect, everything was okay, and nobody was dead or hurt or dying. That was when Hinata-chan was still the same. That was when I knew I loved her. It took me so long to tell her... And now, it was gone from my fingertips.

Because she was gone. Gone someplace I would never be able to go, because she was still innocent. She was still pure. She was still the Hinata-chan everyone knew and loved. No one hated her, in the end. I felt my strength lessen and my eyes growing weary. The pain was fading faster. My eyes were almost shut, Akamaru's frantic barks growing farther and farther away. My eyes finally closed.

Goodbye.

END.

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Yeah, I swear to God, those people talking in the library shall perish. Anyways, the series "What went Wrong?" is over! Thank you all for reading! This final chapter is dedicated to all of my fans, all of my readers, my family... and my friends. Okay. Did you like it? Hate it? Love it? Destroy it? Hit me with a review, please! ...I can't say I'll see you next time. Because there is no next time. But! I will be writing a new series, "Ninja of the Rings"! We're just about done the first chapter, so please check it out!

Ciao!

--Kurokumo Soratami