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Mistress
She had stopped trying to memorize the way to his room; she always failed. No matter how hard she concentrated, how much she committed to memory, she would always lose her way without his guidance. It was something about the way the Hyuuga household seemed to engulf her whenever she entered through its doors; it was something about the way the house seemed alive, an entity in and of itself.
Or maybe it wasn't the house, but its residents.
As she walked through the twisting halls, the walls didn't seem as solid, didn't seem as substantial. Somehow, she felt the eyes of a thousand residents – servants and masters, branch and main – staring, watching her every move.
It was a kind of paranoia, and it inspired the same uneasy feeling she felt when she first truly stared into thosecuriously white eyes – his eyes. The first time she was at the receiving end of his seemingly impenetrable gaze was the when she started to understand why the Hyuuga clan was so feared: they didn't just inspire fear with their fanciful, yet deadly techniques, but intimidated their opponents with an aura of tightly leashed and painfully tempered power. The only windows to that power were those famed white eyes.
But she understands now.
That's why, when she now walks through the Hyuuga halls, the curious halls that seem to twist around her feet, she always finds his room.
The house now twists and molds to her feet, as it should. For how can a house not respect its Mistress.
So, that was my first posted fanfiction, but my first one-shot. I'd like to know what you think. Did I have too much movement? Were you lost? Did you get lost? I definitely started off with something entirely different, but the flow somehow led me to this. So… meh.