Author Note - Okay, just to make it clear, Neji and Hinata will not be related to each other in this fanfic! Also, I've had this written down for like 8 months, not sure if I should publish it. Honestly, I don't think people are into NejiHina these days.
Anyway, if you do wind up reading my shit, enjoy!
Withered Flower
Prologue
"You are useless shit Hinata-sama. There's no denying it."
"I can't believe, and I won't believe, that the future of the Hyuuga Company lies in your clumsy hands. You are not fit to be the heiress."
"If I were given a dollar for each minute I hate being your bodyguard, I would be a rich man. A very, very rich man."
"It's not like they want to do this, you know. They're only making you heir because you're the only child of Hiashi-san that's old enough. If we waited aroind for to get older, Hiashi-san would have already been dead, and the company would have already fallen."
"Why can't you just die Hinata-sama? No one wants garbage like you, let alone need. Your existence in this world is meaningless."
Hinata took a deep breath of the cool night air. It smelled of something she couldn't quite put her finger on. But one thing was sure, it didn't smell of bad things like it usually did.
It didn't smell like burning incense that would result in her cruel bodyguard's burning of her hair. It didn't smell like blood when Neji would hit her repeatedly for doing something that seemed unpleasant to him.
No, tonight the air smelled like freedom to her.
She smiled a small but happy smile, for she knew why the air smelled of freedom. Hinata was finally going to escape the hellhole that she once called her own home. She was finally going to stop the torture that came from Neji, and the company people.
Hinata was free. Truly free.
Clutching her duffel bag tightly, she walked out past the gates. And for once, she didn't look back. She never, ever did from that point on.
Author Note - Soo.. How was it?
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