Snow White and the Seven Shinobi Chapter 1, a naruto fanfic

Hello all, I thought I'd try my hand at another Gaa/Hina fic. Like the title says, it's a snow white story. So, enjoy, and let me know what you think. P.S. I do not own Naruto.

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Once upon a time in a kingdom far far away lived a princess who was most beautiful. Her hair was black as night, lips as red as blood, and her eyes were white as snow. Those who saw her believed her to be the fairest in the land, but not many saw her for she had a very shy disposition. Her name was Hinata.

Hinata's mother had died when she was very young. For many years she was raised by her father, but when she was about four, her father remarried. Hinata's new step mother prided herself on her looks and felt that it was her duty as queen to be the most beautiful in the land. She spent much money on beauty products and expensive new clothes. Although she was always nice to Hinata when the king was around, all the rest of the time the new queen ignored her step child.

Hinata didn't mind though. She spent her time by herself or in the library, where she studied nature and read fairy tales. She was very sweet and kind and all who knew her praised her beauty, just not in Hinata or the queen's presence. The queen could never bother to look beyond her own reflection to notice the beauty growing within the girl.

When Hinata was thirteen, the king died. Hinata cried for days on end. The funeral was the first time the queen had seen Hinata for a while. Due to her tears Hinata's eyes were swollen and puffy, her normally fair skin looked sallow and unhealthy. The queen was quite confident that she was the most beautiful woman there.

The years passed and Hinata grew more and more isolated. Her shy nature and her status as princess didn't allow for her to make many true friends. The friends she did have, she treasured, but she didn't get to see them that often. Eventually she grew so unused to speaking to anyone that she developed a stutter when she finally did end up speaking. The only time she didn't stutter anymore was when she sang.

One day when Hinata was 17 she strolled through one of the royal gardens and sang quietly to herself. It was a simple song, one she had heard the servants sing on many occasions. Because so few people ever heard Hinata sing, no one had ever told her if she sang well, but Hinata hoped she did, for singing was something that she loved, and it would devastate her if she were unable to sing well.

She started dreamily into a wishing well, enjoying the sound of her voice echoing back to her. If the echo was any indication, then Hinata was a very good singer in her estimation. She just didn't know how to approach people she could share her songs with.

Hinata heard a rustling behind her, and spun around quickly, stopping her song mid-note. There stood a man she had never met before. Hinata's wide eyes took in his appearance. He had wavy, almost messy red hair, a red tattoo on the left side of his forehead, and dark rings around his eyes. He stared at Hinata with an unreadable expression.

"E-excuse me," Hinata practically shouted, "I d-didn't k-know th-there w-was anyone out h-here. I-I d-din't m-mean to int-trude." With that sentence out of her mouth, she beat a hasty retreat to the sanctuary provided by the castle.

"Wait," she heard the stranger demand. "I just want to talk to you." Hinata was tempted to turn around and do that His voice was very deep and compelling, but her terrible shyness took over, so the best she could do was slow down her walk. "At least tell me your name."

From anyone else this would have sounded like pleading, but to Hinata, the sentence was still an order. "I-I'm H-hinata," she informed him quietly, not even sure if he heard her before she sped up and was through the door of the castle. Before she closed the door she peeked out of it, hoping to see the man one more time.

He stood there still, watching the door she had just gone through thoughtfully. When he made eye contact with her the right side of his mouth lifted slightly and he gave a brief courtly bow to her. Hinata eeped softly and shut the door quickly, her cheeks afire and her heart hammering loudly in her chest.

A small quiet voice in the back of her head said, 'I hope I get to see him again.'

Tayuya stood naked in front of her mirror, staring at the perfection that was her body. Tayuya had always loved this mirror because it never lied to her or any of its previous owners. The mirror was the reason she had become queen, and it was the reason she remained queen, even though her popularity with the people of the country was very low.

"Peasants," she scoffed aloud, "They don't know how to appreciate all that I've done for them. The fact that I am fairest in all the land gives our nation power. So what if most of the national treasury goes towards furthering my beauty? The more beautiful I am the greater this nation is."

It stood to reason, Tayuya received her power through her beauty, so therefore her country received it's power through her beauty. Just to be on the safe side, she checked her power level with her monthly ritual.

"Mirror mirror on the wall. Who is the fairest one of all?" she asked, sure that she knew the answer.

"Fair you are, and always will," the mirror began. Tayuya started smiling in pleasure, but was interrupted, "But snow white is fairer still." Tayuya let out and undignified squwack of disbelief.

Who was this "snow white?" She knew that thought the mirror never lied, it didn't always tell the truth. "Snow white was probably not the real name of the usurper, and usurper she was for whomever this "snow white was, she was surely stealing Tayuya's power.

"Mirror," she demanded. "Show me this "snow white."" This way the mirror could not turn her head with more riddles while it talked. Her reflection faded away only to be replaced by Tayuya's step daughter. Hinata's face was impossibly flushed and her breathing was very deep. Tayuya would have said she looked frightened or angry, except for the soft smile that graced her lips.

Eventually her breathing slowed down and her flushed features calmed down to a soft glow about the face. Tayuya watched as Hinata's mouth moved, but no sound came from the mirror. Finally Tayuya could take no more of what she saw, she twirled away from the mirror and threw the curtain over it. Dramatically she flung herself upon her bed and lay there, panting heavily. She was too angry to cry, so instead she plotted.

The problem wasn't that Tayuya's beauty was lacking, it was that Hinata was more so. If only there was a way to disfigure her so that she wasn't so pretty. 'But scars can be overcome. What ever I do has to be permanent.'

The idea occurred to her over supper that evening. It was so simple she was amazed that it took this long to think of, but there were still details to iron out. She chuckled softly to herself as she took a sip of her wine.

'I shall never have to worry about that usurper again,' she thought smugly.