(Ahhh! I looove the HinaSasu coupling! I don't care what anyone says! Actually now that I think about it I like Hinata with all the bad boys lol like Gaara and Itachi and Sasuke of course! Even Kakashi! Haha I am sooo twisted! Then again who isn't these days? Enjoy the story folks!)

Misfits: The First Song

"You better not mess this up Hinata!" Hiashi spoke harshly. Hinata nodded and bowed in respect before tuning to walk onto the stage. A rough hand pulled her back and forced her to turn around "Remember your representing the entire Hyuuga family." He said firmly.

"Yes father." Hinata bowed again when Hiashi released her. She took one last breath to calm her raging nerves. She clutched the neck of her violin and stepped into the limelight.

You can't make a mistake. If you do father will disown you for sure.

Hinata heard the calm and dignified clapping of the audience. She lifted the violin to her shoulder and began to play. Music filled the air and echoed through the theater. The audience held their breath as the sorrowful music left its mark on their souls. Here Hinata was professing her deep sadness and distress to hundreds of people but no one could understand her unique calls for help. Her pleads as the music began to crescendo. No one could hear it. No one could understand. Her cries became whimpers as her bow began to softly stoke the strings creating a beautiful decrescendo.

The audience was silent when she finished. Another applause was heard. Even a few whistles from the more bold participants. But they couldn't hear the tiny error she made near the end of the piece. She played an A natural when it was supposed to be an A flat. Hinata bowed to her ignorant audience. And left the stage. There was no doubt Hiashi heard it. He always did. He was gifted with perfect hearing. His ears could catch every mistake, every slip up. And he never hesitated to flame her with insults. Hinata tried her best she really did. But her best was never good enough. No matter how hard she tried.

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It was silent at the dinner table as usual. The quiet before the storm. "You have failed me again Hinata. Are you trying to make a fool of me?" Hiashi spat harshly. Hinata filched away from his words. "Well what do you have to say for yourself?" he shouted.

"I-I did my b-best." Hinata whispered. She avoided her fathers scrutinizing eyes and instead stared at her cousin Neji. His eyes were glaring at his stake while he roughly sawed into it with his knife.

"And you're stuttering again? I thought you were over that by now!" Hinata's father continued. "I don't know where you got that despicable habit from! You sister has never stuttered in her life."

Her sister Hanabi just moved her food around on her plate avoiding Hinata's eyes. She clearly wasn't enjoying the complement at her sister's expense.

"I am sorry." Hinata slowly pronounced the words to prevent her stutter that seemed to resurface whenever her father became angry with her. Which was just about all the time.

"That doesn't take back the mistake of you being born."

Hinata closed her eyes as a tear threatened to slide down her cheek. Why, why couldn't she be as perfect as Hanabi? Why couldn't she be a genius like Neji? What did she do to deserve such treatment from her own father?

"Your weakness disgusts me. Get out of my sight." Hiashi ordered. Hinata pushed back her chair and stood to bow at her father. She then left to her room leaving behind a full plate of food for the maids to clean.

Hinata locked her door and began to slide off the evening gown she wore to the concert and to dinner. The Hyuuga dinners were always formal to Hinata's great displeasure. She hated the strictness of her home, if she could even call it a home. Everything about it was so fake. The only reason their house was even bought was to impress the world and show the Hyuuga status. Hinata continued to fume and rant in her mind as she dug to the back of her closet where a secret compartment was hidden. She pulled a panel away the wall and found her hidden treasure.

A bass guitar. Hinata stared fondly at it. Her savior, her sweet escape. The one thing in her life that made her feel like she was something. Further back in the compartment was a giant pile of clothes. Not pale colored evening gowns, or expensive dresses that were made to be 'casual'. It was a large amount of dark daring pieces of clothing that ranged from skinny jeans and hoodies, to checkered skirts and leather jackets. All of them were colored black, red or a deep violet.

Hinata threw on a short sleeved hoody over a fishnet top, jeans, and sneakers. She sat down at her vanity and reached towards a decorative wooden box. Under her required collection of pastel colored make up kits there was a small amount of dark eye shadows and eyeliners. Hinata pulled her waist long hair into a high ponytail and began to apply a large amount of dark make up. She took a deep breath and peered at her reflection. Her usually gentle features were given an edge thanks to Hinata's carefully practiced skill.

When all this began Hinata could barely put on eyeliner but she practiced whenever she had the chance to be alone and soon enough she was able to make herself look like a whole different person. She gave her reflection a nod of approval before strapping her bass to her back and opening her window. A cool breeze ruffled her midnight blue hair as she crawled onto her roof. She glanced around for security and let out a sigh of relief when she noticed they weren't at their posts yet. Hinata edged herself to the edge of her roof and positioned herself to slide down onto the carport. From there she could easily jump off. She dashed silently to the gates that marked the entrance to her home. Mumbled voiced were heard as light streamed from flashlights the guards were using. Hinata cursed the day her father hired them. All the security did was make it harder for her to sneak out.

If they cant catch a teenaged girl, how do they expect to catch a criminal?

The guards were soon too distracted by their conversation to notice Hinata was able to sneak away and shimmy over the gates of her house. Hinata breathed in the night air and smiled confidently.

Mission accomplished.