Right, there are far to few Hinata-Hidan stuff so I figured I'd write a fic to add to a hopefully growing number. Btw, I recommend reading this when it's raining, if possible. It adds to the mood...

Also I want to warn you; I am slightly dyslectic, so if you find anything really disturbing, please tell me and I'll change it. I find reading baad spelling and stuff so enoying myself...

Right, so heres the story then:

Hinata was sitting in the Hokages office, dead quiet. At the moment, the entire village was quiet. The events of the night had shook the little society like an earthquake, and if one saw the Hyuuga-compound; it would be understandable if they thought that a real earthquake had in fact occurred. It looked as if the place had been smashed to the ground.

Hinata stared in front of her. She felt, from top to bottom, devastatingly empty. Everybody in her entire clan was either missing or dead. Both the branch-families and the main one. And it had been completely unexpected. An old feud with a family from Storm had arisen again after over fifty years of no violence. Though the families had never signed an official peace-treaty, one hardly expected a seemingly random attack after such a long interval of absolutely no hostilities. It was completely surreal.

Hinata stared at the Hokage. Tsunade hadn't said anything, and really, what could she have said? No words could change anything.

Hinata hadn't cried once. Not even when she found her little sisters half-cremated body in the ashes of her destroyed home. Neither Neji nor her father had been discovered yet, so the conclusion was made that they had both been taken away by the Tenmi-clan. It wasn't fair. Why had they slaughtered her sister? Hinata kept on staring blankly ahead of her.

She'd been on a mission with Shino and Choji. On their way home they had seen the fire painting the sky above the village. They'd heard the screams of women and children from miles away. They had all been waiting for her, all the Hyuugas. Her father was going to step down as a clan leader the very next day and let her take over the responsibility of trying to do everything right. Hinata blinked. Life simply was not fair. Then again, neither was death, or so it appeared.

Nobody had known. Nobody had seen. Not until it had been far too late. There had been an illusionary-jutsu cast over the entire compound. No sounds had escaped, no smoke had been seen. It hadn't been until Tenten had walked over to see if Hinata had come home after her mission yet that anything had happened. She had stepped into a burning inferno.

There had been walls of fire in front of her. She had gone to fetch help from the others, but they had been just as powerless as Tenten. Nobody and nothing had been able to penetrate the high walls of flames. Any weapons melted in an instant. Any other attack simply bounced off, not doing anything to stop it. All they had been able to do was remove the illusionary field that surrounded it, and that's how Hinata had seen it from a distance. And heard it.

It was the screams that kept them all going and trying. But nothing had helped. When the last scream had disappeared, the flames stopped in an instant, leaving the devistation for everybody to see.

Hinata rose from her chair and looked at Tsunade. The older woman had been crying, she could tell. She had been the first to set after the Tenmi-clan, but they all seemed to have evaporated into the thin air. They'd left no tracks, and not even Kiba or Akamaru could get the slightest trace of them with their perfect sense of smell. And he was the leader for the ANBU's tracking department, for crying out loud! Hinata didn't speak as she left the room. The air between them wasn't tense, it was just empty.

She stopped dead as she stepped outside the Hokages office. Everybody was there. From Uzumaki Naruto to Shiranui Genma. She knew them all. Though ANBU was big, she'd been around long enough to get to know them. They were like a huge clan themselves in a stange way. Then again... maby not. She knew just who'd fucked who, who was secretly, (or not always so secretly), inlove with who, which ones were the closest to mortal enemies you could come, who not to mess around with and who to ask for what when you needed it. Red tape could be such a motherfucker. You quickly learned how to get around it.

She'd worked with them all on a daily basis, and had had missions with every single one of them. Her eyes and medical abilities were highly valued, and everybody fought to have her on their team on missions. She'd definitely been ambitious about gaining her father's approval of... well, her entire existence really. She'd trained until her body was soar and bleeding. most people didn't end up in the hospital for training. It had turned into a habit for her. She had done all in her might to change herself, and she had succeeded. And now he was gone, the one she had done it all for, she stated it in her mind in a blank voice. Nothing she had done had mattered. It was over now. Everything and everyone was gone. She shrugged violently.

'Fuck no; this is the beginning of something I know I can't control. I will fight those motherfuckers who took it all from me, and I WILL WIN. JUST THEY TRY AND STOP ME.'

She walked past them all in the corridor, her face dead as ever. Her eyes fixed on the door which she intended to walk out of. But it held so much more meaning then to just walk outside for her. She was leaving this life she had built for herself to start something new. Revenge was beyond that door, the resurection of her clan and the future of who could possibly be left was in her hands. She wasn't sure of what, but she needed to do something. Needed desperately to keep her mind occupied or she knew she would break apart. And she would not. She could not afford to. She somehow needed to find her father and cousin again, and any other still-alive member of her clan. She had not fought this hard and come this far for nothing. She would not let this break her. She had made her promise to herself years ago and intended to keep it.

'I will never be weak again.'

She walked out to sit by the river. It seemed bluer than ever, slowly floating by in its usual, peaceful manner. She smiled at it. She had to. The emptiness was driving her berserk; still she knew she was probably just shocked. In a while she would start falling apart, and she did not look forward to it. She closed her eyes, her face seemingly fixed in the grin she'd produced several minutes before. She sighed and put her left hand in the ice-cold water. It burned her. An even colder wind nearly pushed but she grabbed on to something before she tumbled into the water. It was warm. She opened her eyes and looked up. It was Sasuke.

She looked at him, expressionless eyes studying his pale face. His eyes had an understanding look in them, but contained no pity or other empathy. He looked to her side, then back at her, quietly asking for permission to sit by her. She nodded, but only barely. Her eyes travelled back to the river, studying the cold water. She knew she would have to speak first, but she was in no hurry. Hours passed. She didn't look at him, and neither moved. The sky turned dark, and a cold rain began to fall. She hardly noticed, her skin was already cold as ice. She closed her eyes. No change, it was just as dark as the night outside of them. No thoughts passed through her mind as she drifted off into sleep. Perhaps she would die if she slept out in this cold, but she didn't reflect upon it. Everything went black in an instant.

She never felt two equally cold arms gently pick her up and carry her away from a cirtain death. She never felt the hundreds of eyes that staired at her from windows or streets. She never heard the sobs of her friends, thinking she was already dead, then the sigh of relief they made as her cold saviour shook his head at them and reasured them that there was nothing to worry about. She never felt warm covers being pulled over her as the everquiet Uchiha softly laied her down on a big futon in his own rebuilt family-compound. She was in a dead sleep, where no dreams would seek her. No dreams would seem like nightmares right now.

Right, first off, have some patience with me. I'm not an emo, so it won't stay this dark all the time.

I'm not sure of how I got the ide for this story, it sorta' hit me at 3am sometime and it's stayed with me ever since than, so now I figured I'd do something about it.

I hate the fact that there's no conversation in this chapter, but it just didn't seem to fit in, if you know what I mean. There'll be compensation for that in the next chapter though.

And as always, and I know I REALLY don't need to say this but all reviews are damn appreciated. Especially constructive chritisism. How else does one learn?