Hers is a world of lavender-white eyes, of glaringly green marks against otherwise flawless pale skin, of lies and deceit and pain and hatred and anger.
Of kimono with little gray flames embroidered onto them; of siblings pitted against one another in a battle of life and death; of arranged marriages and formal dinners and tradition. Hers is a world where individuality is a disease, weakness is a sin, disobedience is unheard of, and a predetermined destiny governs over all.
Hers is a world where her cousins are also her servants, enslaved by fear of her and what she can do to them with a simple hand gesture. Where murder is not only accepted, it is encouraged—merely one of many other art forms that her father expects mastery of.
If you can do it well, good; if you can do it quickly, good; if you can do it without splattering red, red blood all over your standard-issue white Hyuuga robes, good
In a perfect world, Hinata knows none of that would ever be. She would still have her mother and her uncle and her aunt, would be able to study medicine instead of clan politics, would be able to sit and laugh with her father and sister. She has learned to hate color—green especially—hate distractions—her poultices and girlish dreams and most basic desires—hate disturbances—like Kiba-kun and Naruto-kun—and hate anything that wasn't endorsed by the Hyuuga.
She wants to believe that life isn't just black and white, but that is hard when all she ever sees is black hair and those white, white eyes she tries to forget there is green too; the green of curse seals and cages.
In a perfect world, she would get the same amount of love she gives out.
In a perfect world, she would not have to walk with head bowed and eyes averted.
In a perfect world, she would not have to live in fear of her father.
In a perfect world, the boy she cares for would care for her too.
In a perfect world…Hinata is flawed, though—heavily, tragically, fatally. Her eyes have blind spots, her muscles have limitations, and there is only so much abuse her mind and body can endure. She is weak in mind, body, and—because her father tells her she is—soul.
And she doesn't believe in "perfect" anymore.
Bah. Disclaimer.
Hmmm... Consider this "pre-chuunin exam Hinata", okay? My first attempt at writing her. I think this means that I've written something for each of the main five kunoichi (yes, even Sakura)... Don't I feel accomplished.