こんな夜に: On This Night

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

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Chapter 1: Believe

The cough was not the only sound, but among the rustling of sheets and the humming of the air conditioner and the clicking of keys, it stood out like lavender amongst a sea of daffodils. It was small, and frail, and so quiet it was painfully obvious it was someone's best attempt at keeping quiet.

But the cough was quickly followed by another. They gradually increased in force until it was impossible for her to contain them; and all the while they burned and tore at her throat, her chest, her entire body-

She gasped, leaning backwards. Her hair pooled over the pillow like murky water, tendrils of a blue so dark it was almost black. Her eyes were screwed closed, tight, shut, as if this would somehow keep the pain from coming back. As quickly as it had come, it had vanished, and now she sat alone, gasping in a vacant hospital room with plain white walls, skin pale and trembling and shivering, and meanwhile the bare, bare moon looked down at her, laughing at her as it let white beams of light fall through the clear, glass window.

Laughing because if she didn't laugh, she would cry, because the scars on her body only reminded her of an empty past.

The moon was so like her.

Hinata slowly opened her eyes; her Mother had often told her they resembled the moon. Her Father had said they resembled pearls.

She thought they resembled the hospital room: lonely, plain, BORING, just like her. As good as vacant.

She turned her attention to the laptop sitting in her lap.

Hei!K7

Members: Haruno Sakura

Sai

Uzumaki Naruto

Former: Uchiha Sasuke

She sighed softly and closed the window, and then shut the laptop off. She closed the lid.

This laptop alone brought color to her moon-pearl-vacant eyes.

It came in the form of YouTube and music videos.

She was, she liked to think, the ultimate fangirl: bedridden but still dedicated. Her computer was chock-full of pictures and videos and music related to her favorite band.

K7.

It was short for "Konoha 7," a band formed three and a half years ago by Hokage Entertainment Industries. Hei!K7 was the official name, but fans usually shortened it to K7. For years, the group had dominated music charts, grabbing #1 so often it had almost been deemed a monopoly.

But then they had disbanded.

Uchiha Sasuke had left to pursue a solo career with O-Sound Box Corporation ("Time to learn your OBC's") and ever since, Uzumaki Naruto and Haruno Sakura had struggled to stay within the top 5.

Around that time, Hinata's health had begun to decline. It was a coincidence that brought twice the pain: the day her heart was broken became the day her life was pronounced a time bomb. She had something obscure, something the doctors said was fatal. She knew what the disease was, but she didn't care to ever learn its name. She was dying, and she could feel it. Her one comfort in life had been the music Hei!K7 had brought into her life, but that had been ripped away from her as well. It was brutally unfair, and she knew it, and she couldn't accept it.

But she couldn't fight it, either. It frustrated her to no end. She hated dying. It hurt like hell and felt twice as bad.

She put her orange laptop on the empty bedside table beside her and flopped back onto the bed with a wince and a frustrated huff.

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That night, she dreamed of him.

A golden boy with a golden smile and a golden voice.

In her dream, he was onstage, singing something heartfelt. It was so mesmerizingly beautiful and sad that she cried in her dream.

He hopped off-stage and joined her, patting her consolingly as he continued crooning, this time directly to her. And she held onto him, and he held her back, and she looked into his blue eyes and began to tell him how she felt, how she'd always-

A series of coughs brought her back to reality. Her head swam as she came to so suddenly, and she felt her eyes water.

She had been so close, yet so, SO far.

Perhaps it was this thought that made her do it. Maybe it was the fact that she still felt the haze of her dream hanging over her, maybe it was her heart finally, FINALLY taking charge.

She grabbed her laptop and turned the webcam on as she went. As soon as the desktop greeted her, she began recording.

"Hey," she rasped, choking back the coughs. "My name is Hyuuga Hinata. I'm 17 years old and a huge Hei!K7 fan." She coughed quickly, then turned back to the screen, blinking tears back. "They say I have a year to live, if I'm lucky." She turned the laptop and webcam around in her lap.

"This is my room, number 398. It's so empty, just like my eyes." She leaned in to the webcam. "See? Hyuuga all have eyes like these." She leaned back, wiping her forehead in an attempt to control another coughing fit. "I'm 17, and Im going to die before I get to live. It's so wrong." She shook her head, tears in her eyes again. She wiped them away furiously. "I wish I could see Hei!K7 perform together... I wish I could do lots of things, but I can't. I could leave, if I wanted to -" she gestured to the door of the room - "but there's no point. I died the day K7 disbanded. More than anything, I wanted to meet them, and hear them, but I wanted to go to college, and become something..." She bit her lip. "I wish I could LIVE."

She stopped recording.

Almost as if she were dreaming again, she uploaded it to YouTube. It took time, but it made it.

She closed her laptop, satisfied, and went to sleep.

She thought it would be a good way to leave something of herself behind, to be discovered by family years down the road, to be smiled at by someone browsing around.

She didn't expect it to go viral.

AN: I felt angsty today. Don't worry, it will have a happy ending! :D I so love my happy endings!

I had this idea and just went for it! Tell me if ya liked it!