Hinata likes to believe that she is a princess, locked away in a far away tower. She is alone, trapped away in pale walls that are cracking underneath. Sunlight comes through mocking her of her entrapment. A dragon, roars angrily at her and if she dares to disobey, she will burn. This dragon circles around her tower, never letting her leave, for he owns her. But she believes, one day she will soon be reunited at home in her castle, happy and loved.
But the truth is little girl, this is your kingdom.
(You are the heir of the Hyuuga Clan.)
Her companion, that flaps though the darkness and into her room, sings to her. It's wing are soft and beautiful to touch. Her friend would tell her stories of the woods, secrets that only the trees know. They'd dance together, forgetting the darkness that forms outside, for there is only now. And when this child begins to feel suffocated, her friend would wrap its wings around her and lull her to sleep. Blissfully, this princess would remember nothing of the day before.
She breaks, when her friend does not return the next morning.
(Poor child, to lose a mother at such a young age.)
But she keeps dreaming, long past believing in fairy tales and yet not quite in to the realm of reality. She knows one day a prince will come defeat the dragon and save her from the evil witch. He will come in his armor, up to the dragon and rip its heart from its chest. He will fall in love with her and as a present, he will give her the heart. Never will she go through such torturous pain again.
She cries, for her prince is dead, killed by betrayal.
(That Naruto, first-class loser. He will never amount to anything.)
It is when she is in her late twenties, when she no longer believes in children's stories, in dreams or even herself. She has been lied to her whole life, by her sensei, who promised she would make her stronger. By her mother, who said she would never leave. But the worst by Naruto, who promised that he, would change the village. Liar, she would scream into the sky, the curse seal imprinted upon her forehead by her sister who surpassed her long ago.
She lies there, blinded for they had carved the Byakugan out of her eyes. There is no happy endings as a shinobi.
(For they are cursed, forever as tools to be disposed of.)