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  <title>Hyuuga Hinata</title>
  <subtitle>Hyuuga Hinata</subtitle>
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    <name>Hyuuga Hinata</name>
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  <updated>2007-10-02T20:12:13Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:a_hyuga_shamed:3549</id>
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    <title>Happy... conception... day??</title>
    <published>2007-10-02T20:12:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-02T20:12:13Z</updated>
    <category term="babies!"/>
    <content type="html">Anou...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; According to Shizune and the other medics, I'm officially 3 months pregnant this week.&amp;nbsp; That is to say, they believe from their calculations that it's been almost exactly 3 months since... well... Sasuke and I succeeded. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; And in a big way as well.&amp;nbsp; I've been told there are twins in my growing belly.&amp;nbsp; Apparently I take after grandmother. So this week is a good week for me, as the chances of my loosing them drops quite a bit now that I'm in the second trimester.&amp;nbsp; And my morning sickness is starting to ease as well. Perhaps I'll be able to enjoy this pregnancy after all.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Bannin was home for the twins announcement, and is absolutely ecstatic. I'd almost think he'd been replaced by a clone or something.&amp;nbsp; I used to have to fight him to get a smile on his face, now he's the one always trying to cheer me.&amp;nbsp; He's finishing the house, and says we'll be able to move soon. I will miss our little apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="I'm getting so round it's embarrasing..."&gt;I told Sasuke if we don't move soon, he'll have to pack me up as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://pregnancy.about.com/library/belly/9912a.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So big already... I wonder how much longer they'll be able to fit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt; I wonder if Sasuke is as scared as I am...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm told they should begin moving soon, at least, enough that I will be able to feel it.&amp;nbsp; So much going on, it seems I'm running out of time... and I still haven't any names for them.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:a_hyuga_shamed:3117</id>
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    <title>another thoughtful moment...</title>
    <published>2007-09-08T19:32:36Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-08T19:32:36Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;(more scribbles added to the notepad, this time with girls names... cause you never know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Kaito&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Koji&lt;br /&gt;Kiyoshi&lt;br /&gt;Masao&lt;br /&gt;Tadashi&lt;br /&gt;Takeo&lt;br /&gt;Akinari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amaya&lt;br /&gt;Etsuko&lt;br /&gt;Harumi&lt;br /&gt;Hatsuka&lt;br /&gt;Hikari&lt;br /&gt;Hitomi&lt;br /&gt;Ikuna&lt;br /&gt;Isako&lt;br /&gt;Kasumi&lt;br /&gt;Keiko&lt;br /&gt;Kaminari&lt;br /&gt;Kioshi&lt;br /&gt;Michiko&lt;br /&gt;Mitsuko&lt;br /&gt;Miwa&lt;br /&gt;Miyuki&lt;br /&gt;Moriko&lt;br /&gt;Nari&lt;br /&gt;Sachi&lt;br /&gt;Sayomi&lt;br /&gt;Sen&lt;br /&gt;Takara&lt;br /&gt;Tsukiyo&lt;br /&gt;Usagi *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;Yume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ps- if you haven't for a while, go look at the hyuugavision. da babies look like... BABIES!)&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:a_hyuga_shamed:2969</id>
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    <title>boys names are so hard...</title>
    <published>2007-09-02T06:55:28Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-07T19:07:15Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;(scribbled on a note pad on the coffeetable, horribly incomplete for now)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akio &lt;br /&gt;Akemi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Kintaro &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takeshi&lt;br /&gt;Kenta &lt;br /&gt;Daichi&lt;br /&gt;Madoka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Hikaru&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hajime&lt;br /&gt;Kazuki&lt;br /&gt;Hiromi</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:a_hyuga_shamed:2617</id>
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    <title>behold...</title>
    <published>2007-08-27T21:24:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-27T21:24:22Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="the baby bump ^.^"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... commence squeeing &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="" src="http://pregnancy.about.com/library/belly/0109b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; [borrowed from the bellygallery]&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:a_hyuga_shamed:2514</id>
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    <title>three long... restless weeks...</title>
    <published>2007-08-26T13:15:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-26T13:19:58Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I knew I would be sick and tired for a while, but I never imagined it would be quite this bad. It probably doesn't help that I'm afraid to sleep anymore.  My dreams have dwindled down until there are only two anymore, the first of memories of a man and place my waking mind refuses to recall, and the second more painful not because of violence or bloodshed, but because of the real promise that someday, at some point, the ending will become reality. After all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="not even the great Uchiha Sasuke can escape this..."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream always starts out the same, the two of us sitting beneath the ancient willow by the river.&amp;nbsp; He is playful and teasing, trying to teach me to growl again and nuzzling me when all I can manage is a timid purrr.&amp;nbsp; It's a face I know he saves only for me, and soon he is kissing and loving me gently, his hand slipping past the hem of my clothing to rest firmly on my stomach as he whispers in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the tug comes at my sleeve, and suddenly Hanabi is there, touching my swollen abdomen, asking me questions and teasing that she already knows what I'm having, offering to save me the suspense if I wish. Others take their turns, touching and joking:&amp;nbsp; Gaara's eyes wide and almost fearful, not even daring to touch me... Kiba and Shino arguing who should be godfather... Neji's hand lingers as he tells me it's definitely Hyuuga, having already mastered prenatal jyuuken... and Naruto presses his ear against me, his hands careful as he tells my belly the stories of his antics and adventures with Sasuke.&amp;nbsp; A hand reaches around me to shove the blond head playfully, correcting his exaggerations and asking him kindly to "stop manhandling my wife." It's then I realize I've been sitting in Sasukes lap, supported against his chest as we all sit beneath the tree. He kisses my cheek, telling me how proud he is as his hand moves toward my breast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To rest gently on a fuzz covered head there, his thumb stroking over the downy wisps of black hair as our baby nurses quietly.&amp;nbsp; It's eyes are closed, tiny hands flexing and relaxing against my skin as it drinks.&amp;nbsp; I'm enthralled by this tiny creature, how small and delicate and dependent on me. And my husband, his face is oddly peaceful, his eyes enraptured by our child.&amp;nbsp; I ask him if he's happy as he leans to kiss the soft head, and he turns to me, kissing me again and whispering he soon will be, his hand sliding around to my stomach again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a gentle thumping where his hand rests, and as I look down it is all gone, replaced by another swell resting in my lap, and a toddler with dark eyes smiling at me, trying to wrap his tiny arms as far around my stomach as possible. His one hand has a death-grip on the tail of a stuffed orange fox that looks as if it's been drug through every street in Konoha. I lift my son high into the air and he giggles in a sound of pure joy.&amp;nbsp; A miniature version of his father, an almost exact copy scaled down to the size of a child just shy of two years, and the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. We play till he gets tired and curls against my chest, his bottom resting atop his unborn sibling, foot twitching whenever he gets kicked. I seem to doze off with him, awaking when Sasuke is scooping him up to hug and toss in the air. Naruto appears at his side, both dressed as if returning from a mission, and argues that's no way to play with his godson. He steals the squealing boy away and the two run off to roll in the grass together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasuke comes to me and offers to give me a hand. Reaching up to him, I'm surprised as instead of being lifted to my feet, he takes another small child from me. He hugs and tickles him as Naruto comes back, the child on his back now about 5 and asking to play with his brother and sister. It's then that I notice the little girl in my lap, the same age and size as the one just taken from me, but with my eyes this time. His father nods and sets the little one down, telling them to keep in sight and away from the water as the older boy takes&amp;nbsp; the twins by their small hands leading them off to go exploring in the reeds.&amp;nbsp; Sitting down with me under the tree, he tells me how good I am to him, pulling me into his lap and growling playfully in my ear.&amp;nbsp; As I turn to kiss him and his hand finds the skin through my yukata I'm pulled away by the sound of crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grey eyed girl runs to my arms, yelling over her shoulder how mean they are to her as her brothers laugh, the two boys looking more of a matched set then their sister.&amp;nbsp; At my disapproving glare they're suddenly trying to hide the few strands of her hair they had managed to cut off with a kunai and complaining about what a cry baby she is.&amp;nbsp; Neji appears between them, telling them sternly he won't help them practice for school if they keep messing around and they are instantly silent,&amp;nbsp; getting back to work on their chakra control.&amp;nbsp; Smiling back at her beloved uncle, the girl whispers to my once again round midsection to please, please for the love of god be female and not another stupid boy before running off to join them. A voice out of nowhere agrees with her, perhaps we should have another girl, and I look down to see Sasuke draped across my lap, having a one sided conversation with the "youngest Uchiha" and listening to the quiet sounds coming from within me. I tell him how glad I am he is home with us and he smiles, saying he wouldn't miss this for the world.&amp;nbsp; We stay like that for what seems the longest time when an argument draws my attention once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 12 year old girl who looks startlingly like her aunt Hanabi is crying and arguing with Shikamaru, stating repeatedly that it's just not fair, she's never been separated from her brother before, and there must be some way to change this horrible mistake.&amp;nbsp; Shika, for his part, is telling her that it's just not allowed for siblings to be placed on the same teams in case of accidents or ambush. "How troublesome would it be to make me have to tell your mother we'd lost both of you?" there are four other youths with them, one looking awfully similar to the annoyed sensei makes a comment about he doesn't want a crybaby like her on his team and it would be far easier to just let them switch.&amp;nbsp; In the blink of an eye the boy is on the ground with a bloody nose, my son glaring over him and growling that he should be honored to have her on his team, that no one dares call his sister a crybaby, and if god forbid anything should happen to her... his dark eyes flare red for a moment before turning to console his partner, telling her they'll be alright and offering the reassurances that only her twin can provide. Once everything is settled they both come to me, promising to be safe and come home early, that they know how much I worry.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a sad look in their eyes as they make their goodbyes and kiss their younger brother, sleeping in my lap with his arms wrapped tightly around that old abused fox toy. It's a look I see often as time goes more quickly now, the chibi in my lap growing rapidly leaving for the academy before joining&amp;nbsp; the older ones as well as friends switching between being there an not, all looking at me with the same, almost pained eyes. And after a while I realize why. Every time I turn I expect him to be there, to show up magically at my side, but no one does.&amp;nbsp; No hand rests on my belly to make me grow again, no babe appears suckling at my breast. No more growling lessons, No chin sitting on my shoulder as he whispers to me through raven hair how happy I've made him, what a lucky man he is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He isn't there to help me when I need to bury our son. He's not there to brag to the village when our daughter has her own child.&amp;nbsp; I've lost Sasuke somewhere, my Bannin.&amp;nbsp; The tears come, burning my eyes as I wake up sobbing, saying it's just a dream.&amp;nbsp; But he's not there beside me in the bed to comfort me. Even awake my husband is still gone and I'm alone, and I fear that it's already happened... it's not just a dream... and he's not coming back to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I miss you, Bannin...</content>
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    <title> baby tracker</title>
    <published>2007-08-16T13:22:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-16T13:22:35Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:a_hyuga_shamed:1642</id>
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    <title>private journal entry - you can never go home</title>
    <published>2007-07-06T23:16:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-06T23:25:05Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Went home today. Well, my old home. I haven't stepped foot inside those walls since after my marriage, after I gave up the name of "Hyuuga"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's all so strange still.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I catch myself heading that way when returning from the market or a mission.&amp;nbsp; I'll catch myself and wonder what I'm doing on that side of town before I realize the road I'm on.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I wander just a bit further, just till I can actually see the wall itself.&amp;nbsp; It's strange how different it all looks from the outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several of the branch members greeted me warmly.&amp;nbsp; Imouto is right, it appears that I am at least missed by a few.&amp;nbsp; It wasn't any of them I came to visit today, but someone it seems no one visits anymore.&amp;nbsp; I myself haven't been to him much lately... and for that I am sorry. But I had to go back today, I just couldn't forget, and couldn't stand that everyone else would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father was watching me, I could see him off to the side as I knelt on the flagstones, clearing away the dead flowers I had placed there when last I'd visited - the ones that I had brought for him from my wedding.&amp;nbsp; The white gardenia and stephanotis blossoms had been so lovely on and around his stone.&amp;nbsp; My heart breaks&amp;nbsp; at the thought that no one else cares anymore.&amp;nbsp; I wonder what otousan was thinking as he stood there.&amp;nbsp; Our eyes met briefly when I rose to leave.&amp;nbsp; He only nodded and turned away, his face as unreadable to me as always. Perhaps I am still a disappointment to him, or maybe even more so now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry niisan...&amp;nbsp; I didn't mean to leave you behind.&amp;nbsp; Though you were right.&amp;nbsp; It seems we've both found different ways to change our fate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Neji.&amp;nbsp; I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Hyuuga &lt;/strike&gt;Uchiha Hinata&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>wait a minute Mr. Postman...</title>
    <published>2007-05-17T01:58:00Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-17T01:58:00Z</updated>
    <category term="wedding"/>
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    <lj:music>Billie Joel - Always a Woman</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Joining:&lt;/b&gt; Everyone is invited! Literally XD&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; each characters individual mailboxes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Details:&lt;/b&gt; you'll have to click the link for that *giggles mischeviously* I am dying to know how everyone is going to react to this lil tidbit though.&amp;nbsp; please post! you know you want to respond to this one!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Possible Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13 (I hope) after all... I couldn't really see this needing more then that, then again... I could be wrong.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="postage costs me how much!?!?"&gt;The mailman heads away after tucking something into your mailbox.&amp;nbsp; You pull out a rather thick envelope, embossed with the crest of the Hyuuga clan. Tearing it open, you find the heavily embossed card stock of an announcement that reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="" src="http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o85/kyubiteaser/hinasasuwed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xposted to &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_ooc_snh' lj:user='ooc_snh' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/ooc_snh/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/ooc_snh/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;ooc_snh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>for Neji-mun...</title>
    <published>2007-04-05T05:30:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-05T07:30:07Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Casey Stratton - Summer</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="I'll miss you niisan"&gt;&lt;img src="http://chichi.bambina.jp/illust/top_e/top_07.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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