Disclaimer: Any recognizable properties are NOT mine, and I'm obviously not the owner of Naruto 'cause if I was I would be rich and Neji would NOT die.
The only sounds distinguishable among the never ending voices were the persistent clap of thunder and the painful panting breaths of the room's sole occupant. If not for the harsh breathing one would think the room had never held life. For it could hardly be deemed usable as anything other than a storage closet. If one would care enough to investigate the source of the bone-chilling screams of pain and terror, the pitiful whimpered apologies, or the pleading cries for mercy that would never come they would find a girl no more than ten years old curled in a corner of the dark cramped room. The girl has dark blue hair, almost black from all of the dirt and blood mixed in it, which barely reached past her ears with crudely cut bangs almost falling in her eyes. Her wide white- lavender tinted pupiless eyes underlined by dark purple bags, usually dulled with pain and helplessness now flashed with determination and a newly discovered fire. Her slightly smaller than average body previously curled protectively in a ball now rose to shaky legs with a confidence never before felt. In the black void that was her prison the only thing visible was the paleness of the girl's skin rivaled the glow of a full moon on a clear night. The perfect flesh marred by a multitude of wounds inflicted by something sharp, perhaps a kunai or some sort of knife, some already faded to faint silver scars, others just scabbing over. Along with the crude cuts, bruises new and old littered the young girl's body. The abuse has been going on since the young child's mother died four years ago trying to protect her beloved family. Though the girl is positive everyone would have been better off without the brave sacrifice as she knows she is being punished by her father for being too weak and letting her precious mother lose her life for such an "underserving abomination." The child likes to think that if the other families and citizens of Konohagakure, or even her beloved Nii-san knew what was happening to her someone would put a stop to it, but her accursed father had solved that when he told everybody that she had died in the attack alongside her mother. Though as she stood bathed in darkness eyes shining with determination to escape her personal hell, and maybe more than a little madness the small girl laughed for the first time in four years. What started as an innocent girlish giggle soon turned into a crazed cackle as she felt her way to the other side of the room and noticed the voices were right, there in the corner opposite of where she was before was a forgotten kunai. And as the occupants of the compound settled down for the night, a wicked sense of foreboding filled the air. With the deafening sound of thunder ripping through the night nobody heard the whispered hiss filled with dark promise.
"Your mistake Otou-sama was underestimating me."
With the whispered promise of retaliation Hyuga Hinata started to plan the painful downfall of her father.
Kami help them all.
AN: Hey I'm new to this, but this idea popped into my head Monday and I had to get it out somehow, I love reading fan fiction so I decided to try my hand in writing it.
This chapter is just a tester to see if anyone will actually read the story I have planned. If I continue it I will mostly update on weekends.
Kami help them all.