Masquerade-

I heard the colored fish swim within the pond; it was illuminated by the blue moon within the dark. I stared at it wanted to be the fish within the pond, even if they were imprisoned within the confined rocks and dirt that surrounded the pound they were happy, they had their family together, how she wish for such happiness but alas such wish will never happen in this lifetime. She saw her face being reflected by the water, but it wasn't her own but someone else, she didn't have blue colored eyes or blond hair, 'how strange' she thought while trying to move the body she was jailed in for the time being but found that this body moved on its' own. The girl in the reflection seemed sad, her eyes in the blink of crying, yet she refused to do such thing her eyes glared at the water then the fish with its tail hit the water causing it to move and the reflection disappear. Steps could be heard a few feet away, 'hey… um miss there is someone behind you' she tried to warn the girl who was in the blink of tears but the girl seemed to not notice or not care. A twig snapped, alerting the girl that there was someone behind her, she snapped her head to the direction of the sound and found a boy standing there. Hinata couldn't see his face the darkness didn't permit it but she did see his piercing jade eyes looking at her but what caught Hinata attention was that this boys eyes were void of any emotion. Her sight became weary and disappeared leaving the darkness behind, Hinata felt herself being pulled out of her slumber.

Groaning she woke up to the sound of the morning birds chirping away, greeting the beautiful day 'who was that boy' she thought but then dismissed it as a dream. Today would be the day her father and the head council will decide her fate as the Hyuga heiress with the fight with her sister, Hanabi but before this catastrophe there was to be a ball, a masquerade ball to be specific. I guess you could call it the calm before the storm. She rouse up from her bed in a sitting position she looked outside her window, the sun was shining within her room, warmth filling it but it didn't warm her up, she felt cold. She didn't want to fight her sister, no, quite the opposite she wanted to care for her and be with her since her mother didn't get the chance to. She stood up placing her pale feet on the cold marbled floor, the blanket she was covered with falling from her form to the floor.

When she was about to head for the bathroom she heard a knocking at her door she stopped and turned facing the enormous double wooden doors that reached up to her rooms ceiling, she responded "y-yes… um w-who is it?" she whispered after a few seconds with no respond she was about to ask again but was stopped by the doors handle turning silencing her and everything around. A creaking sound filled the silent room as the door opened to reveal Hanabi, to her surprise, went in the room and stopped a few steps away from the door indicating that she was going to leave the room soon. Hinata smiled at her little sister, but she wasn't little anymore, no she had grown up to be a most beautiful women many men would stare and drool over her; her black hair which was cut short to her neck and her hour glass form and pale skin with a hint of color, that was smooth as silk, Hanabi is a beautiful women, more than her. At the moment Hinabi had on a silken red colored dress with small bows on her side, red gloves and black six inch heels, her face held a little bit of makeup which consisted of a tint of red eye shadow and bright lip gloss, colored pink blush on her neck rested a necklace shaped like the sign of the Hyuga house hold. She smiled at her sister with love lighting the room more then what it already was. Hanabi just looked at her sister with cold eyes, she hated Hinata because she wasn't the murderer of their mother because her mother died giving birth to her and because she was a weakling, but at least she was stronger than her and Hanabi took pride in that. "Wipe that smile of your stupid face Hinata, father told me to come get you since it's already time for breakfast and you were taking too long" Hanabi said with such malice that if anyone that didn't know them to be sister, would have thought of them as enemies and would kill each other at any given time. Hinata flinched and her smile faltered, she knew Hanabi would say that and it hurt her but still she loved her sister, it didn't matter how much venom she spat at her or glared at her with such cold eyes that would freeze up a room, no, she didn't care she still loved her. Hinata smiled more at Hanabi and walked too her until she was merely a few inches from her.

"Thank you f-for te-telling me Hanabi I-I'll be there i-in just a few, k-kay" Hinata said with warmth as she raised her hand to touch Hanabis face. Hanabi saw this and took a step back while she hit Hinatas hand away with the back of her hand. "Don't you fucking dare touch me weakling, and Please! Do you think I would waste my precious time on you, if it weren't for father telling me to come get you I wouldn't!" Hanabi screamed while storming out of the room and closing the door with such force it shook the room. Hinata just stared at the spot Hanabi once stood with wide eyes as a tear rolled down her face. She wiped it off and headed for the bathroom to take a quick shower, with a fast pace, she didn't want to anger her father more than she was certain he already was, neither Hanabi.

The carriage was bumpy and crowded for his liking, noisy as well he didn't like it at all but he isn't one to complain about his state of comfort, it just annoys him especially his sister Temari who was chatting away with Kankuro, his older brother. His father on the other side by the window just looked calm and collective no emotion what so ever as expected from the king of the sand. His red hair somewhat wild and his green eyes scanning the outside for fools who would dare to attack him. Next to him were Kankuro and Temari while Baki, his father's personal assistant, was beside Gaara. He thought that it would have been better to ride with the other carriage but his father wouldn't have permitted it.

Gaara hated his father, and his father hated him it was the only mutual feeling they had nothing else. When Gaara was small his father wouldn't pass a day without reminding him he's a murdered, the kingdom looked at Gaara with hate not only for his mother's death but also because of his tremendous magic control over the sand, he was a menace by everyone's' standards. He hated his power at first because of the great trouble it would bring him, but after his uncle Yashamaru, was killed by his father he saw this menacing power as a gift to destroy all those in his way, it was like a cloak that covered his whole being not letting a single drop of blood touch him. He turned to face Temari and Kankuro, his brother and sister, they were no different from the rest of their disgusting kingdom, the first time they meet they wouldn't let go of their fathers leg, they would run away until Temari tried getting close to him, the key word tried, Gaara wouldn't let her, why let a bitch like her try to reach him. Because of his father hatred towards him, the kingdom disregard and bad treatment he became cold and distant with murderous intent, he became what the kingdom and his father told him he was a murderer, a monster. He trusted no one, didn't want to be with anyone he wanted to be alone he loved himself and no one else at least that is what the word love that is engraved on the left side of his forehead means.

Garra smiled putting any activity within the carriage to a stop. Garra remembers when he tattooed his head; his father went on a rampage saying he was right and that Garra was nothing but a monster, a demon that was born into this world to destroy him. Garra would have done it himself with his magic but thought it would put his father on edge more if some else did it since they would be going against his father law, to not attend the monster of the Sand Kingdom.

Garra stopped smirking noticing that everyone except his father was staring at him, he glared and everyone turned around minding their own business but Temari, "Garra don't be all grumpy, come on enjoy yourself for now, your outside the palace walls and no one really knows you within the Leaf Kingdom and it will be a masquerade ball so you don't have to show your face or just … just stop being so… so please." She tried hard to give him a warm smile but failed miserably making it seem as if her lips were twitching. She didn't know much about her brother even though she tried really hard to be friendly with him and tried to act as a family but the kid wouldn't budge. He wouldn't smile, he wouldn't engage in a conversation with her or anyone just straight to the point, or a node, sometimes not even that.

Garra just looked at his sister for a few seconds before responding to her, "Mind your business" was all Garra said before turning to face the window ending any form of conversation. Temari sighed and turned to look at Kankuro signaling with her hands to try to make a conversation with him, Kankuro just shook his head causing Temari to sigh again. The rest of the trip went without problems or conversation what so ever just a few 'are we there yet' from Kankuro.

Hinata took a shower she thought best that way and because that would be the best thing to do after an argument (by Hanabis part). She looked at herself through the grand mirror within her bathroom as she sat on the edge of what is said to be a bath tub but the size of it is kike a pools', the mirror covered most of her bathroom and she loved it but at the same time she hated it. The reflection was that of a whore or so her father would keep reminding her as if he were a broken record. Her long dark blue hair fell to her waist, smooth and shiny it was well kept and she loved it but that was about all she liked about herself, her face was pale with a tint of red on her cheeks, with a little bit of fat but not enough to be considered chubby cheeks but not thin enough to be considered boney and her mouth was a bit pink and thin but not too thin, her eyes the color of the ocean with long curve eye lashes. Too many, her face would look perfect but to her father, Hanabi and herself it looked like that of a perfect whore, since many men would come after her.

Her body was an hour glass shape; wide hips and a firm behind, long firm legs, the upper part of her body was well formed; her chest a D-size, while her stomach isn't chubby but not too skinny, plain and lean. A body that would attract men and succumb them to her will, she hated it, she despised it but this is the body that her mother gave her so she loved and adored it even if there isn't a day her father tells her how much of a skank she is and looked like.

She sighed, her father hates her no doubt even though she tells herself many times that her father still loves her. With that came another thought, her father loved and adored her at some point in time, when she was an only child her father despite his responsibilities would smile and play with her and when it came to training he was gentle and would instruct her at her own pace. But after her mother died he became cold and wouldn't smile at all, he became aggressive too aggressive to the point of hitting her especially in training but it wouldn't be as worse as Hanabi, she was ignored and left to be tended by a midwife. Most of the time the midwife would leave her sister alone, Hinata told her father but he wouldn't care so she would take care of her. Hinata came to the conclusion that she must become week to make her father love Hanabi at least a little, since most of the time the only praises she would get from him were of her improvements in training. Hinata wanted her to be loved even if it meant sacrificing the little love and attention her father gave her. She thought her time was up and that Hanabi deserved it.

So know she sits here at the edge of her bath tub being scorned, hated, and disgraced from the two people she loves most. Life is, excuse her language, a bitch, but despite that she wouldn't change what happened, she would do it again and again, it doesn't matter what happens to her as long as they are happy.

Hinata got up from the corner of her tub and walked toward her towel that was laid a few feet behind her, drips of water fell from her body and hair landing on the tiled floor. She stopped at the front of her towel and grabbed it without bending. The movement made from the towel made Hinata shudder "c-cold" she whispered. Hinata wrapped it around her middle section. She loved them she did and it hurt she thought a lone tear slipped from her eyes and traveled downwards from her check landing with a loud 'plop' on the white tiled floor. Hinata shook her head sending many water drops from her hair to scattering within the room, she walk to the door that connected her room and the bathroom. When she opened the door cold air rushed inside the bathroom exiling the warm fog within, making her shiver and get goose bumps. She walked to her closet; it was across from the bathroom door. She pulled it opened reviling a closet stock full of beautiful and different colored dresses and kimonos. She Went inside the closet and looked around for about two minutes before finding a beautiful white dress; it had blue outlines and was cut at the side revealing some of her legs, there was a blue flower were her stomach was to be petals fell from it and stopped at the end of the dress.

She liked it, but couldn't remember when or where this dress was from 'strange' she thought before slipping it on. With it she put on Blue high four inch heels and white shawl. She didn't apply makeup to her face, even though the servants said she didn't need it she didn't put it on because of that but because she didn't like it. When she finished looking at herself for the last time on the mirror hanging on the closet door she headed out of her room and to the long white hall way.

Walking through the hall way she saw portraits of every generation, Each generation had a family portrait but not hers, The family portrait they had before was burned into ashes nd was replaced with a portrait of Hiashi Hyuga her father and Hanabi Hyuga but not her. She sighed, 'Well at least Hanabi is happy and has father attention' Hinata gave a small smile, she didn't hate Hanabi she could never, and she loved her and always will. She reached the ends of the hall way, huge stairs were now in her way as she walked down the stairs, her heels didn't make noise.

"Miss Hinata, Master Hiashi is waiting for you within the dining room, please hurry he doesn't seem pleased". The servant huffed and turned away without giving Hinata a moment to reply.

Nonetheless she gave her thanks to the servant. 'Even the servants disrespect me, well I never scold them and I don't mind actually' she thought while she walked away from the stairs into another hallway. The castle would seem like a maze if a guest was here but to her family and the servants it was normal; since many lived their life within the castle walls. Hinata wondered how many servants thought of her as a nuisance, a weakling or both. After walking through a few more hall ways she was in front of the grand dining room doors. The doors had dragons, monsters in war with themselves engraved within them, a very intimating designee but that was the Hyuga house hold 'intimating'. There were at least a thousand or so Hyugas' within the Leaf Kingdom, there were about three households with the Leaf each with high positions and a great assets for war, the first being the Hyugas, then the Uchihas, last the Inuzukas. The Hyuga house being the strongest house but lower from the King of the Leaf Kingdom, Naruto Uzumaki, Naruto was a great friend to Hinata and was once her lover when they were about twelve but because she was of the Hyuga household she couldn't marry or be with anyone outside its compound unless her father said otherwise, even if he was the prince the law was the law. The Hyuga are the first of the households because of its abundance in the economic world and because in some generation they have the sight to see the future, perfect to anticipate the outcome of the war and convert it to their will. The Uchiha household was next because of its power to influence and the sight to see the enemy's movement, a powerful weapon in war. Last in power was the Inuzuka household because its people could transformed into animals and control other animals to do their bidding; when an Inuzuka is born they transform into a certain animal then revert back, they don't transform again until they are of age then they could control their transformation with their transformation they gain whatever power their animal has along with a companion, a powerful advantage in War as well.

War was very common at this generation because many wanted land and power there were some organizations such as the Akatsukies who want to not just gain power and land but rule the world also. For that reason many Kingdoms would make their citizens gain battle knowledge even the women and children over thirteen.

Hinata took a long breath before nodding slightly to the two servants along the door, they grabbed the handsels and pushed the two doors outward.