Prediction is very difficult, espec

Prediction is very difficult, especially of the future."

- Neils Bohr

The first thing Hinata really registered was Neji's face.

And the smile that was glued to it. And not the smile he used at home to put her at ease, the smile that only pretended to be happy so maybe she'd have one less thing to worry about, but a true one that covered the smooth plains of his chin and cheeks.

Or what used to be smooth, for now it seemed a long jagged scar ran from his forehead to his chin, a deep slash she knew had taken more than only days to heal. It made his left eye droop sleepily, and his face was no longer so coldly aristocratic. It was warmer now, if not pleasant.

Neji had always had the face of a soldier, cold and impassive, but now with the scar he seemed an honored veteran who'd earned it as valiantly as she could ever have imagined. Other than the obvious blemish he was completely the same; his hair was still long and smooth; braided loosely behind his back to keep it away from his eyes and the bandages he still wore round his forehead to cover his seal. He was dressed in a lofty tunic belted at his waist and dark pants, various buckles and straps holding it together in a vague resemblance of his old ensemble. His eyes looked at her with a distant fondness; like she was the little sister of a very good friend. Only inches away from being his own, but still untouchable.

And for some odd reason, Hinata did not look away from him as she normally did but stared directly into him, searching for the ultimate change in him that she could see without eyes. More surprising still was that she could not have thought him any other way but this one.

He fit so perfectly, blending in around him with an ease she often tried to mimic, that she could not be as shocked as she'd really wanted to be. It was if the very corners of her brain had pulled him into thin air saying 'This is what he will look like, this is what he will be like. We know.' and it had come true.

"Chichi..." The voice was a whisper of violets on a field and Hinata's eyes were instantly pulled downwards at the sound, snapping her back to the present. It was a little boy looking at her very severely, tugging anxiously at Neji's sleeve and pointing at her as she stared.

Hyuga eyes and a stern little face looked back at her.

"Tetsuya, you should be silent when your Father is speaking." Hinata watched the odd display as Neji put a large hand on the boy's milk-chocolate hair, stroking so softly she might not have noticed the movement of his hands.

The boy's mouth closed and he stood, staring at Hinata, with those wide eyes, almost expectant in his stance. Neji pulled his eyes away from the boy, who looked so much like Neji it couldn't have been anyone but his son and back to Hinata.

"How are you Hinata? I feel like we haven't spoken for ages..." Hinata shuddered at the thought as Neji's eyes probed hers, his hand still on his son's head, and she just blinked.

"W-well..." She kept staring at the child who was staring back, a queer look passing over his sharp little features as he opened his mouth again.

"You're not my aunt." Sakura stopped smiling and stared at the boy, who couldn't have been older than four, and Neji stopped speaking to Hinata and looked down at his son severely.

"Tetsuya, that is no way to treat Hinata-hime. Do you hear? You are not to be so brash." The boy stared up at his Father indigently and then raised one pale little hand.

"That isn't Hinata-hime." Hinata stared at his accusing little finger and blushed scarlet. Had he really seen through her that easily? Neji gave another cold look to his son and bowed his head towards Hinata.

"My apologies Hinata, Tetsuya is at the age of speaking what's on his mind." If Hinata hadn't been so upset that she'd been found out by her four-year-old nephew, she might have seen the tiny look of affection that pulled at Neji's mouth. But she was upset and found it rather hard to focus on a coherent thought as those scrutinizing eyes questioned her as violently as his little cunning voice did.

"Who are you? Why do you look like my aunt? Where is she? Bring her back!" Sakura smiled sheepishly and stole a nervous look at the dumb-struck Hinata. She looked as if she were about to cry.

"Good grief...told off by a four-year-old..." she mumbled, putting a protective hand on her shoulder, attempting to wake her up from her stupor. Neji pinched Tetsuya's arm through his Chinese shirt and the boy yelped.

"That is enough Tetsuya. Your Mother and I will have to talk about this mouth of yours." The boy scowled and began to glare at the still quite frightened Hinata. Sakura ran a hand through her hair and bowed towards Neji briefly.

"Ah, It's quite alright. Hinata and I have an errand to run...maybe she can stop by later this week, she's been a little sick." She squeezed Hinata's shoulder sharply and Hinata gasped so loud she began to cough, air running every which way through her body.

The Hyuga prodigy nodded solemnly and gave Hinata a soft look.

"Yes. Hinata-hime should take better care of herself. She's looking rather pale." Sakura smiled and gave a happy wave goodbye as the two disappeared within the crowds of people and then began to drag Hinata away from the spot she was glued, still coughing like a crazy person.

She did not see the little boy look back at her with wide eyes, as if he'd known something she had not.

By the time they had reached the apartment building Hinata had gotten herself composed...slightly.

She was still frazzled and Sakura only shook her head as they climbed the stairs to Kakashi's flat, her heels clicking on the wood and Hinata's own shoes making soft steps. Hinata could not seem to shake that very violated feeling she'd received looking at the creature that was her nephew.

It was very discerning and Hinata could not help but feel like it was only the beginning of such a horrible sensation.

But for the present, Hinata had familiar butterflies at seeing the daring shinobi she remembered as Kakashi. The one who did as he pleased and went where the wind took him; who looked after people and himself like a friendly old man.

She was almost unhappy with her amount of faith that he could cure her, like it was a misinterpreted omen that she should be so eager.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Prediksi ini sangat sulit, terutama dari masa depan."-Neils BohrHal pertama yang benar-benar terdaftar Hinata adalah Neji di wajah.Dan senyum yang terpaku untuk itu. Dan tidak tersenyum ia digunakan di rumah untuk menempatkan dia di kemudahan, senyum yang hanya berpura-pura menjadi bahagia jadi mungkin ia akan memiliki satu hal yang kurang perlu khawatir, tapi satu yang benar yang menutupi dataran halus dagu dan pipi.Atau apa yang digunakan untuk menjadi halus, untuk sekarang tampaknya bekas luka lama bergerigi berlari dari dahi ke dagu, garis miring dalam dia tahu telah mengambil lebih dari hanya beberapa hari untuk menyembuhkan. Itu membuat mata kirinya terkulai mengantuk, dan wajahnya tidak lagi begitu dingin aristokrat. Itu hangat sekarang, jika tidak menyenangkan.Neji selalu punya wajah seorang prajurit, dingin dan pasif, tapi sekarang dengan bekas luka ia tampak veteran terhormat yang telah diterima sebagai gagah berani seperti dia pernah bayangkan. Selain noda jelas ia adalah benar-benar sama; rambutnya masih panjang dan halus; dikepang longgar di belakang punggungnya untuk matanya dan perban dia masih mengenakan putaran dahinya untuk menutupi meterai-nya. Dia mengenakan tunik mulia bersabuk di pinggang dan celana gelap, berbagai gesper dan tali memegangnya bersama-sama dalam kemiripan yang samar-samar Ensemble lama nya. Matanya menatapnya dengan kesukaan jauh; seperti dia adalah adik perempuan teman yang sangat baik. Hanya beberapa inci dari menjadi sendiri, tapi masih tersentuh.Dan untuk beberapa alasan aneh, Hinata tidak terlihat darinya seperti dia biasanya melakukan tapi menatap langsung ke dia, mencari perubahan utama dalam dirinya yang dia bisa melihat tanpa mata. Masih lebih mengejutkan adalah bahwa dia bisa tidak berpikir dia cara lain tapi yang satu ini.Dia cocok begitu sempurna, pencampuran sekelilingnya dengan mudah dia sering mencoba untuk meniru, bahwa ia tidak bisa terkejut karena dia telah benar-benar ingin menjadi. Itu adalah jika sudut sangat otaknya telah menariknya ke udara tipis mengatakan ' ini adalah apa yang dia akan terlihat seperti, ini adalah apa yang ia akan seperti. Kita tahu.' dan telah menjadi kenyataan."Chichi..." Suara adalah bisikan dari Violet di lapangan dan Hinata di mata langsung ditarik ke bawah pada suara, gertakan kembali ke masa kini. Itu adalah seorang anak kecil memandang dirinya sangat parah, cemas narik Neji di lengan dan menunjuk dirinya saat ia menatap.Hyuga mata dan stern wajah kecil menoleh padanya."Tetsuya, Anda harus diam ketika ayah Anda berbicara." Hinata menyaksikan tampilan aneh Neji meletakkan tangan besar pada rambut cokelat susu anak itu, membelai lembut dia mungkin tidak menyadari gerakan tangannya.Anak itu mulut tertutup dan ia berdiri, menatap Hinata, dengan mata mereka lebar, hampir hamil dalam sikap. Neji menarik matanya dari anak laki-laki, yang tampak begitu banyak seperti itu tidak mungkin ada tetapi anaknya dan kembali ke Hinata Neji."Bagaimana Apakah Anda Hinata? Aku merasa seperti kami tidak berbicara untuk usia..." Hinata shuddered di pikiran sebagai mata Neji's diselidiki miliknya, tangannya masih pada kepala anak-Nya, dan ia hanya berkedip."W-Yah..." Dia terus menatap anak yang sedang menatap kembali, melihat aneh melewati nya sedikit tajam fitur seperti ia membuka mulutnya lagi."Kau tidak bibi saya." Sakura berhenti tersenyum dan menatap anak laki-laki, yang tidak mungkin lebih tua dari empat, dan Neji berhenti berbicara kepada Hinata dan melihat kebawah anaknya parah."Tetsuya, bahwa tidak ada cara untuk mengobati Hinata-hime. Apakah Anda mendengar? Anda adalah untuk tidak jadi kurang ajar." Anak laki-laki menatap ke ayahnya indigently dan kemudian mengangkat satu pucat sedikit tangan."Itu bukan Hinata-hime." Hinata menatap jari menuduh dan tersipu kain kirmizi. Itu ia benar-benar melihat melalui dia yang mudah? Neji memberikan dingin melihat anaknya dan menundukkan kepalanya ke arah Hinata."Saya minta maaf Hinata, Tetsuya adalah pada usia berbicara apa yang ada di pikiran." Jika Hinata belum sangat marah bahwa ia telah ditemukan oleh keponakannya berusia empat tahun, ia mungkin telah melihat tampilan kecil kasih sayang yang ditarik di Neji di mulut. Tapi dia marah dan menemukan hal itu agak sulit untuk fokus pada pikiran koheren sebagai orang-orang yang meneliti mata mempertanyakan dia keras seperti suaranya licik sedikit."Siapa yang kau? Mengapa Anda terlihat seperti bibi saya? Mana Apakah dia? Membawanya kembali!" Sakura tersenyum malu-malu dan mencuri melihat gugup ditempa bodoh Hinata. Dia tampak seolah-olah dia hendak menangis."Baik kesedihan... kepada off oleh empat tahun..." Dia berkata, meletakkan tangan pelindung pada bahunya, berusaha untuk membangunkan up nya dari pingsan nya. Neji mencubit Tetsuya di lengan melalui kemejanya Cina dan anak laki-laki yelped."Itu adalah Tetsuya cukup. Ibu Anda dan saya harus bicara tentang ini mulut Anda." Anak laki-laki merengut dan mulai memelototi Hinata masih sangat ketakutan. Sakura berlari tangan melalui rambutnya dan membungkuk ke arah Neji sebentar."Ah, ini adalah cukup baik-baik saja. Hinata dan saya memiliki tugas untuk menjalankan... mungkin dia dapat menghentikan dengan akhir pekan ini, dia telah sedikit sakit. " Ia diperas Hinata di bahu tajam dan Hinata terkesiap begitu keras dia mulai batuk, AC menjalankan segala arah melalui tubuhnya.Keajaiban Hyuga mengangguk khidmat dan memberi Hinata pandangan yang lembut."Ya. Hinata-hime harus mengambil lebih memperhatikan dirinya. Dia tampak agak pucat." Sakura tersenyum dan memberikan selamat tinggal bahagia gelombang seperti dua menghilang dalam kerumunan orang dan kemudian mulai untuk menyeret Hinata dari tempat ia menempel, masih batuk seperti orang gila.Dia tidak melihat anak kecil yang melihat kembali dia dengan mata lebar, seolah-olah ia tahu sesuatu ia tidak.Pada saat mereka mencapai gedung apartemen Hinata mendapatkan dirinya terdiri... sedikit.Dia adalah masih letih dan Sakura hanya menggelengkan kepalanya ketika mereka menaiki tangga ke Kakashi yang datar, sepatu mengklik pada kayu dan sepatu Hinata sendiri yang membuat langkah-langkah yang lembut. Hinata bisa tidak gemetar sangat melanggar perasaan dia menerima memandang makhluk itu keponakannya.Itu sangat cerdas dan Hinata tidak bisa membantu tapi merasa seperti itu hanya permulaan dari sensasi yang mengerikan.Tapi sekarang, Hinata kupu-kupu akrab melihat shinobi berani dia dikenang sebagai Kakashi. Orang yang melakukan sebagai dia senang dan pergi mana angin membawanya; yang tampak setelah orang-orang dan dirinya seperti orang tua yang ramah.Dia adalah hampir tidak bahagia dengan jumlah nya iman bahwa ia bisa menyembuhkan dia, seperti itu adalah pertanda disalahartikan bahwa dia harus begitu bersemangat.