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"You're weak." Neji said that once again. I tried to count how many times he had said that in the past hour. At least once a minute. I was tired. Tired of being called weak. I had just been knocked to the ground by him. I knew that he was not as mad at the Main Family anymore, but he always was vicious on the anniversary of his father's death. I stood up.

"No, I'm not. You just judge by a different system of power. To you, power is all strength. But it's not. But if you want strength, I'll give you strength." I was emitting an aura, an aura of white chakra. I punched him so hard he flew into the wall, and coughed up blood. My father heard the smash and came in.

"Who interrupted your training session, Neji? I know that Hinata could never-" I punched darling daddy too. I looked up at him.

"I couldn't do what, Dad? I couldn't possibly be strong enough to do this? Is that what you were going to say? Well, you're wrong. You've always been wrong about me. I'm tired of being called weak. I'm going to my room." I stomped off. I sat on my bed and looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were different. They first looked white/lavender, then white/red, then white/blue, and they kept changing. The when they changed it looked like white fire reared up. If I had to come up with a name for the way it looked, I would say that it looked like angel fire. I sat there for sometime. Finally, I got up and started to pack. I took a few books, some of Hanabi's clothes, some of her makeup, my mom's stuff, all my money. I would run away. I would run away, and train, and never come back. I am only 12, but I can make it on my own. Especially with my new ability, angel fire.

8 Years Later

I walked back into the town that I swore never to come back too. It hadn't changed a bit. I would only stay here for a little while, until I moved on to the next town. I had been all around the world, and trained everywhere. I had probably surpassed Neji with my development of the byakugan. I had perfected my angel fire. I only came here to rub it in my father's face. I would be impudent, sarcastic, and I would say everything I couldn't say to him when I was twelve. I was well over Naruto. I hated Neji, and my entire family. Hate, rage, these were the things that had activated an ability presumed lost in the Hyuuga family. It was called Angel Fire, and no one had had it since my great-great grandmother. I had suppressed my rage, until it finally found it's way out in my hidden ability. I was the only one who had it in the entire family. It had improved my byakugan, and everything else. I would have a short visit, and then continue on my traveling. I walked into the Hyuuga compound. Luckily, my father was training in the front training ground.

"Hi dad, miss me?" I said, acid dripping from my words.

"Who are you? What are you doing in the Hyuuga Compound?"

"Oh, dad, it must be true what they say. When you get old, the mind is the first thing to go. Maybe you will remember me like this." I bent my head down and played with my fingers.

"Hinata? Is that you? What are you doing here? Where have you been?"

"I've been traveling, training, perfecting my new technique."

"What technique is that?"

"Why are you so interested? I thought that I was barely worth looking at, I was such a failure. I'm sure you were ecstatic when I ran away. That meant the Hanabi would be the heir. Well, she still is. I'm only stopping here so I can beat you, her, and Neji, proving myself. It will be hard, won't it?"

"If you are talking about beating all three of us, then yes, yes indeed." He was frowning, most likely wondering why I would dare to talk to him like this.

"No, I meant having an heir that's second best. An heir that doesn't have a certain ability presumed lost." Just then, Neji came in talking to Tenten. The both stared at me. I suppose they didn't recognize me. I was wearing something I wouldn't have dared to wear when I was younger. I was wearing a tight, turquoise and black striped shirt. The stripes were horizontal, and the neckline was a low, straight line. The sleeves were short. I also wore tight, black, cargo pants. I chose this outfit because it made me look great, and totally different than I had when I was 12. My hair was long, and perfectly straight. I was also wearing some makeup.

"Uncle, who is this?"

"Neji, you don't recognize me. I'll give you a hint. The last time you saw me, I had punched you through a wall."
"Hinata! What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I'm just here so I can kick your ass, dad's ass, and Hanabi's ass. I've become a very bitter person. Maybe it's all the 'You're weak's' I had to endure."
"I challenge you to a fight." Neji was fuming. Perfect. I knew exactly how I would beat him. But, now was not the time. First I would beat Hanabi, then Neji, then Dad.

"No, I will fight Hanabi, then you, then dad." And with that, I left the compound.

Hinata won't always be this mean. PLEASE REVIEW! I need ideas. Any little idea, no matter how stupid, will be appreciated. Thank you!

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