Chapter 1

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A/N: English is not my first Language so there might be some error. Read and let me know, what you like and what you don't like. So I'll correct it the next time. Hope u enjoy it.

In this story Uchiha's are not from Japan. So they find Hinata and her name different.

Summary:

When orphan Hinata once again meets the billionaire gorgeous brothers, Itachi and Sasuke Uchiha, forbidden feelings are awakened and old flame ignites.

Orphan Hinata is accustomed to being rejected, hated, bullied, and unloved. When she is adopted by the wealthy Uchiha family, she works hard to earn her new siblings' trust and love. Her endeavour, however, ultimately leads to a series of unfortunate incidents.

CHAPTER 1

Sayonara, my beautiful daughter. You are like the sunshine that brightens and brings life to many things, so lovely and full of life and color. You are here in my life for only a short time, enchanting me with your innocent beauty and kind soul, and a certain period later you are gone again, out of my life. Thus, I shall name you Hinata. I am sad, my darling daughter, to leave you behind. I am sad to never see you grow up, feel your love, or hear you call me "Oka-chan." But I am not a worthy mother. Thus, sayonara, my beautiful Hinata. I will miss you my little sunshine.

Hinata, with no last name, was found in spring on the doorstep of Brooke Orphanage in a small town called Konoha in Hidden Leaf Island. Her mother mysteriously disappeared after leaving the baby girl in a basket along with a note that said My daughter's name is Hinata and a beautiful necklace with a Bluish-violet diamond pendant in the shape of a sun.

Hinata was a shy, quiet girl. Her childhood lacked the love and affection that one receives from one's parents. From very early on, she knew she didn't have a mother or a father and longed to have them. She did not interact much with the other children in the orphanage, knowing she looked different, having half-European and half-Asian blood, and therefore she was constantly picked on.

Mrs. Haruno, the headmistress of the orphanage, didn't like Hinata very much and neither did her pretty little daughter, Sakura Haruno, who was Hinata's age and her worst nightmare. It was apparent from very early on that Sakura was destined to be Hinata's enemy. The little pink-haired, green-eyed girl enjoyed tormenting Hinata and making fun of her, isolating the girl from the rest and setting her as a target for her amusement.

Sakura knew she was pretty and everyone adored her. She had her mother and most of the staff at the orphanage wrapped around her little finger. Many times she would tell her mother, and everyone else for that matter, lies about Hinata. That Hinata worshiped heathen gods other than their Jesus Christ, spoke to the devil, stole food from the kitchen, bullied her or the younger children, and many more.

Mrs Haruno, always believing her beloved daughter, would punish Hinata many times, slapping the little girl on the cheeks, spanking her backside, taking away her toys and books, denying her meals, and making her kneel on the concrete floor in the church from midday until midnight without any food or water, all in order to teach her a lesson. Hence Hinata lived in the orphanage being bullied, hated, and ignored.

Eventually, she grew accustomed to being alone and learned to endure the harassment. When she was told to pray to God for forgiveness for being a naughty girl, she prayed instead she'd get adopted by a nice family who loved her and to leave this horrendous place where no one liked her. Then she'd daydream about it happening, about her going far away and living with her very own family. Every night she'd imagine, smile, and thank the Lord for making her dream come true before it happened.

Such was the power of positive thinking, for Hinata's dream did come true one day.

The family she wanted to belong to appeared after she turned seven years old. It was during the summer, and the children of Brooke Orphanage were invited to have a picnic with the Uchiha's, the wealthiest family on Leaf Island and sponsors of the orphanage.

Hinata knew the moment she stepped out of the bus and onto the neatly paved pathway and exotically beautiful garden that she wanted to be here. When she stared up at the enormous mansion like those castles in fairy tale books, she sucked in her breath with pleasure. Her head spun in delight as she gazed up at the building that stretched high above her.

"Whoa! So pretty! So big!" the children murmured with delight And Hinata agreed with them.

The man of the house came out to greet them. He was very handsome with Black-gray eyes and shiny-ebony hair that everyone loved. He had a nice smile on his face as he greeted every one of them, and Hinata felt her heart quicken with happiness as his eyes met hers. There was kindness within those eyes that Hinata had never received from anyone before.

The man ushered the children to the large garden with a gentle, rolling lawn and magnolia trees, where delicious food and sweet drinks waited for them to enjoy. That was when the whole family came out, and Hinata instantly fell in love with them and knew she wanted to be with them.

They were a big family, just like she'd always wanted, and she did her best learning their names when they were introducing themselves to everyone.

The nice father's name was Fugaku Uchiha, and the pretty mother's was Mikoto Uchiha. The oldest son was Madara, who was twelve years old and had shiny-ebony hair and black-gray eyes like his father, complete with glasses. He looked kind and at the same time serious, just like his father. Then there were the ten-year-olds, non-identical triplets: Shisui with onyx hair and onyx-blue eyes, Izuna with black-brown hair and black-gray eyes, and Itachi with Raven-black hair and Crimson eyes. The boy with spiky-black hair and black-violet eyes was eight-year-old Obito. He had a mischievous look about him as he introduced himself. Next to Obito were the non-identical twins, Sarada and Sasuke, at six years old. Sarada, the older sister by a mere three minutes, had pitch-black hair and pitch- black eyes, and Sasuke, the younger brother, had raven-blue hair and mauve-gray eyes. And then there was the baby of the house, Tobi, at four years old, with pale-black hair and black-gray eyes, hiding his face behind his mother's skirt.

Hinata couldn't take her eyes off all of the children because they fascinated her. She felt a pang of longing as she watched them play with the other children, especially with pretty Sakura.

It wasn't until late afternoon that Hinata became aware of one of the boys, Itachi, watching her.

"Where are you from?" he asked. "You're not from around here, are you?"

Hinata shook her head as she gazed at him, marvelling at his raven-black hair that glittered like black gold under the sun and his crimson eyes, the same color as the Red Moon in legends.

She knew very well what he meant, for the majority of the population living on Leaf Island was white, and she, a half-bred little girl who'd been cast away by her own parents, was a rare specimen indeed.

"Her mother threw her away when she was a baby," Sakura said behind Itachi. "Mommy said she's tainted, a devil's daughter, and no one wants her."

Hinata felt her heart thumping furiously in response, her face flushing with shame. She felt like running away to hide because she didn't want this beautiful boy to know she was a throwaway, a piece of rubbish no one wanted, not even her own mother or father. Perhaps Sakura was right.

Perhaps she was tainted. Perhaps she was a devil's daughter, and that was why no one wanted her.

"How could a mother throw her own daughter away?" Madara asked. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his fine nose and made a frown very much like his father when he was contemplating something very important. "That's just mean."

Shisui stepped toward her and pulled her hair. "Maybe you are the devil's daughter. Your hair is Bluish-lavender-black."

"And your skin is so white," Izuna put in, pinching her cheek. Hinata whined.

"If she's the devil's daughter," Sarada butted in, "then we shouldn't be playing with her. We shouldn't be talking to her at all. She might give us the pox or something." The pretty girl shivered and pulled a face. "Has she given you anything nasty yet, Sakura?"

Sakura laughed. "No, not yet. Not unless nightmares count. Mama said she cries at night and it sounds like a ghost. So we shouldn't talk to her at all. Otherwise, she'll give us nightmares."

Sarada shivered and hugged Sakura. "I don't want nightmares." Go away, you devil witch. You're a bad witch just like the Wicked Witch of the West in the Narnia."

Itachi frowned at his sister. "Don't be silly, Sarada. She's no witch, and she won't give us nightmares. She's just a little girl."

"Oh? How do you know for sure?" Sarada remarked.

"You're so skinny and short like a dwarf," Obito said. "But those dwarves in books aren't that skinny like you."

Hinata blushed, feeling a bit overwhelmed at being the center of attention. She could feel herself shaking from nervousness and took a few steps back to get some space.

"I think she looks like Snow White," Sasuke said. His hand reached out and stroked her hair. "Really bluish-lavender black hair and really pale skin."

Hinata gasped at the intimate contact and turned to look at him, her eyes shining. No one had ever stroked her hair before, and for him to do so caused her heart to flutter with joy.

Little Sasuke grinned at her, his eyes sparkling as he moved his fingers to caress her face, marvelling at the soft, pale skin.

Hinata shyly returned his smile, liking his warmth and his gentle, feathery touches. Her wee heart glowed, and she felt warm all over. She wondered if this was what it felt like to have a real family, to have someone love you and care for you.

Sakura laughed hoarsely. "Don't be silly, Sasuke. She's ugly and a devil's daughter. Don't go near her." She grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him back, away from Hinata.

Sasuke glared at Sakura. "Why'd you do that for?"

"Just get away from her!" Sakura snapped, frowning darkly at Sasuke.

Sasuke scowled. "I don't want to. I like her."

"Sasuke!" Sarada shrieked. "How could you like her? She's the devil's daughter!"

"She's not the devil's daughter!" Sasuke replied firmly, taking Hinata by the hand.

Sakura looked as though she was about to scream her head off but held herself in check before she embarrassed herself in front of the Uchiha siblings.

"What's your name?" Madara asked.

Hinata was so conscious of Sasuke's warm hand clasping around hers that she didn't hear Madara. When he patiently asked her again, she glanced up, licked her lips nervously, and said, "Hinata."

"Hi… What?" Obito asked.

"Hi-na-ta," Hinata said again.

"What does it mean?" Shisui butted in, his head cocked to one side.

Hinata shrugged her small shoulders and lowered her head to avoid their gazes. She felt rather ashamed that she didn't know what her name meant, but she was determined to find out once she got back to the orphanage.

"That name is too hard to pronounce," Izuna said to himself. "Why don't we give you another name? A nickname?"

Hinata glanced up, her heart pounding with delight. Oh God, she thought. They are giving me a nickname. Does that mean they're my friends?

"Why would you give her a nickname?" Sakura asked in annoyance.

"Yeah! Why?" Sarada shouted at her brother.

"I want a nickname, too," Sakura demanded, furrowing her pretty brows. "Your name is easy to pronounce," Itachi said. "And I don't feel like giving one."

"How about Hannah?" Madara suggested. "It's a popular name, and it means princess."

Sakura butted in instantly. "But she's not a princess. She doesn't even look like a princess. She's a devil's daughter."

"She looks like Snow White to me," Sasuke said again, smiling at Hinata. "We can call her Snow or something."

"What? Just because she has black hair and pale skin?" Sakura muttered unhappily. "She's plain and ugly like Mommy said. So we should give her a plain and ugly name."

"Yes, we should do that," Sarada said, nodding her head furiously.

"What about Sally?" Itachi suggested. "Yes, Sally sounds about right," Sakura said, nodding her head. "She is silly, after all, and it rhymes, I think. Hinata is a silly girl. Sally and silly." She laughed loudly. "Silly Sally."

And so Hinata had a nickname that she herself did not have a vote in, and soon the children returned to their play and forgot all about her.

Every night after that day, Hinata prayed the Uchiha's would adopt her into their family. Then one day her dream came true in the most bizarre way.

The orphanage was on fire and the whole building burned down, killing Mrs. Haruno, though all of the children and staff escaped. After some hard and fast investigation by the police, it was found that Mrs Haruno had been smoking in the kitchen while the gas was still on, thus leading to an explosion.

However, a rumor was spread that Hinata was responsible for starting the fire by leaving the oven gas turned on. Though she had done no such thing, she could not rebuke the claim that Sakura and her friends made as witnesses to the whole ordeal. Soon Hinata found herself hated by everyone who knew her, and she lost all hope of an adoption.

One week after the incident, Fugaku Uchiha walked in, claiming that such a nice young girl couldn't have done such a terrible thing, and since she had nowhere to go and no one would take her, he and his wife would adopt her.

Hinata was so relieved and happy over this man's kindness that, for the first time in her seven years, she cried in front of everyone. Fugaku wiped away her tears, told her everything would be all right, lifted her into his arms, and took her home to his family.

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