AUTHOR'S NOTE: I've been doing some editing and realized that this story, when published, had a lot of grammar mistakes and it changed overtime. Initially, this would've been a SasuHina fanfic with minimal NaruSaku interactions and implications. However, when I continued writing, it changed. So, to clarify: this is not a SasuHina, NaruHina, or even KabuHina fanfic. There will be implications towards SasuHina and there will be interactions between Sasuke and Hinata, but they can be interpreted as either "platonic" (this is a stretch. It wouldn't be considered friendly, at all.) or romantic. I am anti-NH/SS, but I won't bash the ship. Also, when I began this story, I was pro-Hinata, but during writing, I became Anti-Hinata. I do not like Hinata, mainly because of Studio Pierrot and Kishimoto's portrayal of her. I'll continue writing, but this will be semi-OOC, because I hated the depiction of her.
Now that mostly everything is covered, enjoy!
Tsuyoi
Summary: Hyuuga Hinata wasn't kidnapped by a Kumo nin. Instead, she was kidnapped by Orochimaru who was curious about the Byakugan. How does this change the outcome of the Shinobi world?
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. I wrote this fic because I was desperate for a strong!hinata fic. I found only about one or two good ones, and both of those were in complete. So, here I am. Please excuse any typos. I wrote this on my iPad.
The night it had happened, it was cloudy, bleary, and the skies were tinted with the shade of gunmetal.
December twenty-seventh, Hyuuga Hinata had a kunai at her throat. She was curled up in her bed, her stomach filled with food and her skin were glowing, when she heard the metal glint and clink; she felt the cool kunai as it met with her bare, pale throat coldly. She was only three, but even she knew of the smell of dried blood and the scent of it was lingering on the metal kunai. Fear rippled through her body. She wanted to call out, or run, or do both.
Everything else was fuzzy. The cold, bitter night was gnawing at her cheeks as she was slung over the mysterious kidnapper's shoulder, her wrists hurting from the harshness of the thick ropes. Her eyes were shut tight with bandages as she felt herself soaring through the air.
Otousan, she had thought as her vision was obscured and her body was craving a stretch. Her throat had hurt. Her wrists were red, and her hands were scarred from the scratching of her nails. She was weeping silently.
Would anyone save me?