Hello everyone! So, this is my first Naruto fan fic andmy first SasuHina story. I'll tell you right now, that I do not watch much of the anime, but because I wanted to right my story so badly, I will be getting assisted from wiki/Narutopedia . Before we start off, i'll go ahead and put the disclaimer so I won't have to every chapter of the story.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY PORTION OF NARUTO, NOR WILL I EVER.

Thank you. Without further adieu, let us begin!


"Please! I just need a little more time."

Fugaku mentally sighed as the man in front of him began to grovel like a lowly peasant. Despite the pain of having to witness such a pitiful act, he couldn't help but feel a sense of joy deep inside. It was always fun to watch the weaker beg.

"I've given you more than enough time, Hiashi. Almost a year, I believe." When Hiashi didn't answer quick enough, Fugaku decided to poke at him for entertainment. "Unless you're calling me a liar, which wouldn't be the smartest idea. Just ask your friend here."

A cold smile graced Fugaku's lips as he gestured to his left, where a man sat tied to a chair. His shirt was ripped and torn, the skin exposed red and bruised. His head was leaned far back, which was mostly a blessing seeing as Fugaku's henchmen had done quite the number on face. His still chest confirmed that he was no longer alive, although had he been, he would have begged for death as the ultimate punishment.

Hiashi made a face so ugly that Fugaku had to use all his might not to laugh. The terrified man stared at the body, his breathing becoming heavy. Fugaku allowed Hiashi his time to take everything in, because if it came to it, the same fate would follow for him.

Time passed, and Fugaku could feel himself getting bored. He cleared his throat just barely, but it was loud enough for Hiashi to hear. The man's head snapped around so fast that Fugaku thought he heard a snapping sound.

"Oh, please! I beg you! Let me live. I'll do anything. I swear it." Hiashi's tone sounded hopeful, which made Fugaku instantly upset. If there was one thing the man took seriously, it was his money.

Fugaku took a step forward, and then another. Terrified, Hiashi rose from his spot on the ground and made a break for the door. Fugaku kept walking, his hands behind his back. He knew he didn't have to chase after the poor man. His henchmen would take care of that for him.

Just as Fugaku had predicted, Hiashi had been brought back to him by two tall and built men. They held on tightly to his arms, causing him to squirm uncomfortably. One yank and growl from one of the guards, and the pitiful man shrunk back in fear.

"I don't like playing chase, Hiashi. I also don't like thieves." Fugaku spoke coldly. He stared the other man down, feeling like the dominant dog he was. Fugaku gave a sickening crack of his knuckles. Usually, he would have his guards take care of his dirty work, but not this time. This time, it was personal.

Hiashi glanced down at Fugaku's hands, then swallowed hard. Seconds later, he was twisting and jerking around in the henchmen's hold. They shook him violently, which only made him resist more.

"You evil bastard! I have my rights! Who do you think you are?"

Fugaku raised an amused eyebrow. Although he knew the question was rhetorical, he couldn't help but feel the need to answer. He took a step closer and watched in satisfaction as Hiashi tensed and became as still as a rock.

"I am Fugaku Uchiha, head of the Uchiha clan." Fugaku came closer to Hiashi, so close that they he could smell the fear coming off the man. He grabbed a handful of Hiashi's long brown hair in his hand and gripped it tight, tugging it back so forceful that Hiashi's head had no choice but to follow. "You knew this would happen from the beginning." Wanting to poke a little deeper, Fugaku decided to get personal. "Did you really think that stupid fairy tale of yours would last long? That she would always see you as the rich, honest prince you pretended to be? Wake up, Hiashi! I gave you money. I gave you a fighting chance! The only reason you have her is because of me. You dug this whole yourself, Hiashi. And now, it's time that you pay up."

Fugaku's arm reeled back, his hand formed in a tight fist that promised only pain. Out of instinct, Hiashi flinched hard, his whole body jerking as a result. Fugaku drove his fist forward, feeling a bit satisfied with how terrified his victim was.

Then suddenly, something caught the Uchiha's eyes. A small picture fell from Hiashi's coat and floated gracefully to the floor. It landed right side up, revealing a picture of a girl, no older than three, smiling at the camera. Her eyes were closed, and in her hands was a purple stuffed rabbit. She was smiling wide, her happiness radiating for the photo. It was only then that Fugaku noticed that his fist was inches away from the shaking man. Pulling his arm back, Fugaku kneeled down, picked up the picture, and examined the picture closer.

It was something about her that made his heart melt. That toothy smile. That hair color. This girl was no doubt the spawn of Hiashi and that woman.

Everything in the dark room had gone still. It was so quiet that one could probably hear a rat pissing on cotton. The henchmen glanced at each other, eyebrows raised in confusion. Hiashi watched his tormentor closely, ready in case of a surprise attack.

Fugaku didn't care. His attention was occupied by the little girl in this picture. It was something about her. Something about her that made him feel a million emotions at once. "Who is she?" He couldn't help it. He had to know.

There was a pregnant silence, and Fugaku became irritated. He hated repeating himself. Instead, he just glared up at Hiashi, who yelped.

"S-She is my daughter! She has just made three years."

"Her name?"

"Hinata."

"Is she-"

"She is. Hatsumi is her mother, and I am her biological father."

Fugaku fought back the urge to kill the man right then and there. Not only had he interrupted him, but he had actually conceived a child with that vile woman! Something washed over Fugaku. Something he felt only rarely.

Hate.

"I want her." He spoke suddenly, his voice as cold as ice. He stood up slowly, taking it upon himself to keep the picture as a souvenir. Taking his time, he looked up at Hiashi, who looked as if aliens had just appeared in front of him.

"W-What? Are you mad? That is my daughter, for god's sake! She is only three, you monster!"

"I'll pay you."

The look on Hiashi's face changed at least five times before finally settling. By now, the henchmen had loosened their hold.

Their was a brief silence before Hiashi spoke. "How much would you be willing to pay?"

Even though he had hoped that Hiashi would comply without difficulty, he suddenly felt sick by how easy the man had been won over. It was truly a shame how easily money could turn someone so innocent into something as pitiful. Not that Hiashi was a good person. He was far from being a saint.

"I'll give you fifty grand."

Hiashi narrowed his eyes for a moment. "Eighty."

Fugaku let a sadistic chuckle escape him. "You're one sick son of a bitch."

"Says the one buying a child."

He had a point. "Fine. Eighty thousand, and I won't kill you."

"Deal."

Fugaku snapped his fingers, and the henchmen suddenly let go of Hiashi, who began massaging his shoulders thoroughly. The built men gave a nod to their boss and walked away, but not out of the room. They were ready to pounce if their boss needed assistance.

After he finally finished checking himself for any permanent damage, Hiashi turned to face Fugaku. "So, when do I collect my money?"

It took everything for the Uchiha not to strike the man where he stood. "Hiashi, I want you to know that by taking my money, your daughter will belong to me. No regrets. No give-backs. You are lucky that I let you live another day.

Hiashi stood there for a moment, as if deciding on what to do next. His eyes hardened, and his hands clenched into a fist. "Money." He demanded again.

Fugaku chuckled darkly and shook his head, his arms folding over his torso. His motioned towards his henchmen, one of them leaving their post by the door and walking out of the room. A few moments later, he was back with a large duffle bag. With ease, he tossed it towards Hiashi. It landed inches from his foot, and landed with a loud thump. Hiashi immediately sprung to it, unzipping the bag to make sure he got his side of the bargaining. He was practically drooling as he picked up a stack of cash.

"Know this, Hiashi. As you said earlier, I would be a monster if I took her at such a young age. You see, I have plans for her, plans that would be too much of a burden for a child to carry. Fourteen years from now, when she is seventeen, I will come and collect her. She will no longer be yours, and I may do whatever I please with her."

Hiashi, who had been busy counting his new funds, came to a pause. The situation seemed to suddenly settle in, and he looked as if he wanted to take it all back.

But Fugaku wasn't going to give him a chance. Turning his back towards the man, he let out a grunt that made him feel twice his age. "Now, get out, before you end up like him." Fugaku gestured toward the dead man in the chair. He heard the sound of paper shuffling and the bag zipping. Everything grew quiet, and nothing could be heard except the sound of footsteps getting farther and farther away.

With a sigh, Fugaku snapped again. The henchmen came to his side immediately, almost like dogs waiting for their master's order. "Clean this mess up. The smell is making me sick."

As the henchmen untied the dead body and picked it up, Fugaku made his way to the metal staircase on the far side of the room. After today's events, he needed a long, hot shower.


So, I realize this chapter may not be the most thrilling or the most jaw dropping, but I did try. I mean, you have to start the story off somewhere.

I also realize that Fugaku is coming off as a pedophile right now, but I assure you there will be none of that.

I hope you all liked the story! Don't forget to review on your way out!