Okay, anybody remember when Kumokagure attempted to kidnap Hinata? Yep! I'm writing a story in which they succeeded, then gave her to a family that had Hyūga ancestry. Enjoy!
A smooth, striking movement. The footsteps. Almost perfect.
'Not good enough,' said the man, 'try again.'
The kunai flew through the air, spinning and slowly arching downwards. It hit the wood with a sickening crunch. Cracks split in every direction as it dug into the target. Another kunai was shot a moment after. The fourteen year old pursed her lips and threw another. 'Not good enough.'
The little girl had never felt so exhausted before in her life. Her limbs were aching and her head spun. 'Please,' the little girl pleaded, 'Can't we-'
'No.' Said the man, "Try again."
She spun and dodged and avoided every attack. Each movement was done with inexplicable grace, as she gracefully crept toward her opponent, weaving and ducking and moving until her katana was against her enemy's throat. "Again?"
She tripped over her own feet and almost fell upon her cousin, who stared at her with blank eyes and no emotion. She looked up sheepishly, before scrambling to her feet.
She tripped her enemy and once more put the katana against his throat. "Once more?'
"Her stance was wrong," he said.
She went under his legs and pulled him down by his own hair.
"Fix that." He ordered.
Caught him in a genjutsu.
'Train with me.' He demanded, in the early hours of the morning.
Produced three clones and had them attack, one by one, while the others hid in the shadows.
'You are weak.'
Her katana against his throat.
Weak.
Her dagger pressed to his cheek.
Weak.
Her palm, pulsing with chakra, pressed against an artery.
Weak.
Worthless.
X
When Hinata was younger, she asked her father what the dreams meant.
He was a kind man, with short scruffy hair and pale white eyes that, despite the Hyūga heritage, did not possess the Byakūgan.
But Hinata's eyes did.
'Maybe memories from a previous, life, perhaps?' He had remarked, swinging her up onto his shoulders.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head against his back. She liked feeling the movement in his chest when he spoke. She tripped the cloth of his shirt. "Now let's go play with Yosōchi."
Yosōchi was a cousin whose mother had died when he was ten. He moved in an apartment next to Hinata and her father's a few years ago.
Hinata, by no means, considered him her brother. He was related, through and through, but she didn't feel like that made him her brother. The relationship they had was somewhat between sibling and friend. Basically, Hinata didn't see him as a sibling,
However, the little boy with the eyes like hers that she sometimes saw at the border was a different story.
X
She was a prodigy.
She graduated from the academy a year after her cousin Yosōchi did. He had been twelve. She had been seven.
She was assigned an instructor who was to inform her about her role.
Hinata knew who she was.
She was nobody.
That's what being a spy meant. When she was old enough, she would be sent away to other villages, each time with different identities and different missions.
That was the first thing she was taught as a ninja.
You are nothing.
You will be nothing.
You have no name.
You don't matter.
You want to be someone who doesn't matter, who people won't pay attention to or a give a second glance. You have to be worthless.
"Worthless." The elders sneer at the trembling child.
X
Yosōchi sticks his tongue out at her as she practices with her katana. It is her favorite, not too long but not a dagger. About as long as her forearm. She fights with the ANBU - spies in training - that have all dubbed their masks. She out here own - she gets one, since she is destined to be ANBU. She wonders how her cousin knows it is her.
She slips on her mask and, just like that, seems to fade. People pay the ANBU no mind. They are a dark presence in an already dark world. These ninja have their own jobs to do.
Her first kill haunts her for weeks. The mission was to assassinate a man carrying a secret document. She had just joined the ANBU to learn how to become a sufficient spy. She had been fourteen.
(The deaths of her family members, excluding Yosōchi, had been coming back in her dreams).
She remembers the blood on her hands and the blood covering her dagger. Her mask had specks of the horrifying liquid flecked upon it, and when she raised her bloody hand to wipe off her mask, she ends up smearing blood over it.
It takes Sai (her ANBU captain) hours to calm her when he finds her crying hysterically next to the assassinated man.
The nineteen-year-old creeps through the crowd of people, nearing her target. The man is tall, with brown hair and green eyes, and is talking to a merchant. He laughs and turns to walk away.
He never gets the chance.
Quick as lightning, she darts up. Her katana slides through his flesh like a key into its lock. It is a weird feeling, to kill. But the same every time. She got used to it, long ago. She hadn't freaked out about a death since she was thirteen. Hinata sees the life in his eyes fade as he crumples on her sword. She extracts her weapon and the man falls, slowly, but surely.
The other ANBU are there to catch him when he does. Their gloved hands are perfectly aligned, as not to touch his injuries. They nod to her, acknowledging her kill. She stares back, then turns to leave.
Nobody eyes Hinata with accusatory expressions as she walks back through the crowd. It is curiosity, and, on the faces of children or mothers, horror. They can't understand the ninja world.
She cries out as the kunai hits her Father in the head with a sickening crunch.
She can't do anything. Can't move a muscle.
She really is worthless.
Okay so basically, Hinata is a ANBU. Her purpose is a spy.
In this story, Neji is her step-brother. Will be explained, etc. etc.
As for her cousin, dang, I'm proud of me. That was my first OC ever.
And I hate making OC's. But I actually like him. He's cute. But seriously, I don't like OC's. I normally would just use another character, but I couldn't think of who to use. Not Kiba or Shino or Naruto or Neji or Hanabi or anybody, because I already have roles for them to play.
Also, excuse the x instead of a line break. My computer won't let me do line breaks so I just do a x instead.
