In case you haven't read the thingy up above, this is a Sasuhina. This will also be my last full length fanfic ever unless I magically get sucked back into the world of manga, which I seriously doubt. I hope you like it.

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I hate my life.

Period.

Every day it's the same thing, over and over again. A monotonous schedule, a timeless tedium… I go to school where I am feared, hated, and yet loved by all. I am feared, because I hate everyone. I am hated, because they can never be like me. I am loved because girls are crazed hormonal creatures.

No one understands me. No one could possibly understand the anguish, pain, and harsh responsibility thrust on me at a young age.

Once again, I hate my life.

Perhaps it's time to end it.

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*Hinata's POV

Father called me into the family room. I think he really means business this time. I took my time flying to our house from my favorite café, thinking up several excuses to cover for my incompetence. Father lets me know daily that I'm the most worthless out of all his children.

I sighed, leaning against the wall four feet down from the door to the family room. I angled my body slightly to stare out the window. The sky was pink today. A large rainbow crossed the city. It was the third fastest form of traveling outside of flying and the train. If I stared hard enough my eyes would zone in, like a telescope, and I would see the people crossing the rainbow. There were no guard rails because everyone had wings.

I know, why cross a rainbow when you can fly? Well sometimes we fairies like to fly.

I didn't introduce myself did I? My name is Hinata Hyuuga, and according to my Father, the most worthless fairy alive.

It's alright, I'm used to his criticisms by now. I guess he dislikes me mainly because I look like Mother, one of the most famous fairies alive. Unfortunately she died some time back. Believe it or not fairies do die. Some say it was an accident but I know it was suicide because she was always so unhappy around father.

"Hinata! I can see you! Get in here this instant!" My Father bellowed from inside the family room. I don't know why it's called that; they should call it a conference room. We're hardly a family anymore.

I sighed. I had forgotten about our family's special ability to see through things. I walked through the door and paused. Instead of just seeing Father seated in his favorite green armchair, I saw several older fairies also seated around the room. It took me three seconds to recognize them.

Some of them were from our family but the rest were a collection of counsel members from across the city.

"Sit down." Father snapped.

I ducked my head "Yes Father."

I kneeled cautiously on the mat. It was only used for people under judgment, and guessing by the scrutiny on their faces, I knew I qualified.

"Hinata," Father began, his voice gruff. It's always gruff. He used to smile when I was very young but now he does no longer. He is pure business. I only call him father out of obligation. "You are a disgrace to our family name."

I heard these words almost every day of my existence, and yet I still winced. How could a father treat his daughter like that? If I ever had children, I would treat them with kindness and love, like they deserved. I knew that I wasn't as talented as Neji or Hanabi, but I didn't deserve this. No one deserved this. "Yes Father." My voice was a mere whisper.

"I have confided in the counsel about our current plight, and we have come to a decision."

Years ago, when Mother died, he truly started to hate me. Ever since I was born everyone said I was the spitting image of her. We had the same skin tone, same hair color, same face shape, same everything. I was young and terrified, I thought that maybe if I didn't look like Mother so much then, maybe then Father would love me. I took a pair of kitchen shears to my hair, ruining the indigo locks that she was so famed for.

Father was furious, whether about my hair or just at me I did not know. I went to a hair dresser to have it styled, but refused to grow it out. Even now he argues with me about it, but I know it's the one thing about me that he can't control.

I was proud of myself for my moment of rebellion, but now I felt ashamed of my messy, spiky hair. "A d-decision Father?" I whispered once more after realizing he was waiting for some form or response. Was he going to banish me to the outer edges?

"You are nothing like your Mother."

"I-I know." Mother was bold, fun, and inviting. I was a little coward who used her hairstyle as warfare against a dictator. I never spoke my opinion. Instead of telling people how I cared for them, I preferred to show it.

Father leaned back, turning his hard, critical gray eyes to the counsel members. They in turn slowly nodded to him, as if urging him to go on.

Of course they were on his side. The Hyuuga are a long line of fairies, descending straight from the very first fairy ever born. We are said to be born of pure light, yet now there is darkness in his heart.

"We are sending you to earth."

I gasped, my eyes widening. "W-what?" I cursed my stuttering, yet another fault he points out frequently.

"You are worthless here." he said simply, his hard gaze boring into the depths of my soul "You have but one chance to prove that you are still of worth to the Hyuuga family, otherwise…"

I felt myself grow cold "Otherwise?" I foolishly prompted.

"You go to the Outer Edges." He was all business.

The Outer Edges… several miles from our glorious city into a barren wasteland where monsters roamed freely. My hands trembled "W-what must I do?" I gasped desperately.

Father leaned back into his chair, relaxing in the cushions. "You must go to earth and become a fairy godmother for exactly one year."

That was it? For the first time since I entered that room, I felt relief. I could become a fairy godmother. I would never become as famous as my Mother, who was fairy godmother to Cinderella, but I could try. "A-alright." I offered a tiny smile. Perhaps he had some mercy after all. Perhaps deep down inside he still cared for me.

Father continued to glare. He held out a crystal orb, a magical device used for finding people, it was no bigger than a baseball on earth. "Here is your godson."

The rainbow of colors dissipated to reveal a light skinned, brooding boy with dark eyes and messy black hair. He was standing behind a building of sorts. I saw a flash of flame. I narrowed my eyes for a better look. He was lighting a cigarette. He brought the cancer stick to his mouth.

"This boy is hateful, angry, and suicidal." This time a counsel member spoke. It was a wizened old man with shocking violet eyes and a few wisps of gray hair clinging to his scalp. "If you do not bring happiness to his life within a year, you will be sent to the Outer Edges."

No! Impossible! I stared hopelessly at the boy who was to be my godson. I had never met anyone like him before. He was like one of those cruel characters on earth television. I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but no words came out. I finally forced my lips to form a 'No'.

"You will." Father said firmly, his hands clenching the armrests "If you succeed you will be brought back into the Hyuuga household, then, and only then will I consider you worthy of the Hyuuga name."

I couldn't believe it. I was going to go through literal hell just to earn his approval? Was that what I truly wanted? I stared into the cruel gray eyes of the man who was my Father. Would he love me then?

"I understand." I found myself saying.

Father nodded. "Go to the gate and begin."

He offered no parting words, no consolation, not even a friendly 'good luck'. I rose up and left the room slowly. I would not miss the Hyuuga home; I would not miss anyone in this building. I had several friends outside though. Perhaps once I accomplish the mission then I would move in with one of them.

I was outdoors before I knew it, back into the bright ray shine. Our city needed no sun, pure light that seemed to be coming from the magic itself. Magic is what kept our city running. It brought a warm glow to the city, and would slowly fade into a cool as night begins.

"Hinata!" I turned sharply just in time to see my best friend Kiba barreling towards me.

I braced myself as he slammed into me, wrapping his warm arms around my circumference to keep me from being sent flying. I laughed as he spun me in a fast circle before setting me down. I stared up into his dark eyes. Being around him reminded me of how short my 5'4 was to his 6 feet.

"You're in a good mood." I observed, smiling brightly the whole time. Kiba was one of the few people I never stuttered around. He and I had been friends since infanthood; he was like the family I never had all wrapped into one hulking package.

Kiba chuckled, the red stripes on his cheek standing out. "I am! I asked Rayne out and she said yes!"

Rayne was a gorgeous, purple haired fairy who lived on the other side of town. She was a talented musician, and played for local clubs. "That's great." I said enthusiastically. Being around Kiba was like being injected with morphine. I instantly forgot all my problems.

"Where ya goin anyway?"

My good mood instantly dropped. "Oh yeah…"

Kiba's eyebrows furrowed. "Hina?" he lightly tapped my cheek "What's wrong?"

I shook my head slowly, feeling fear for the first time in years. What if things didn't work out alright? What if I never saw my best friend again? "Kiba I'm leaving."

"Leaving? Where?"

"To be a fairy godmother." I plugged my ears just as he began yelling. My fingers weren't good sound mufflers; I could still hear the faint outline of his colorful expletives.

After five minutes of Kiba cursing my whole family and the counsel, he finally calmed down. We held hands as we walked towards the gate, me slowly retelling the incident as we did. He was still angry and sometimes muttered curse words under his breath, but was considerably calmer.

"You're just going to let them do that to you?" he demanded angrily. His posture had been tense during the whole walk. I knew he was two seconds away from punching my father in the face. I'm not too sure if I would've stopped him either.

"He's my father." I said, as if that was reason enough for him to treat me the way he did.

"Hina…" Kiba growled. We were right outside the gate now. It was nothing special, just a large golden gate. I just needed to step through and would be instantly teleported to my destination. "You're letting this guy walk all over you!"

"Hm?" I blinked distractedly. I had forgotten that he was talking to me. I was too busy trying to work up the nerve to walk through the gate. The sky changed to a soft hue of orange.

He grabbed me roughly by the shoulders "If anything happens to you, I swear I'll beat that bastard to a bloody pulp!"

I forced myself to smile "Which one?" I said lightly.

Kiba gave me a hard stare for a moment before chuckling roughly. "Both of them." He promised, ruffling my spiky halo of indigo hair. "Take care of yourself."

I knew he was practically pushing me through the gate now. He knew me too well. If there was no one to force me through, I'd probably end up running away like I always did. Not this time. I squared my shoulders.

I would prove my worth or die trying.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped through the gate.

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*Sasuke's POV

School's out for another day. I shoved my books into my locker and slammed it as hard as I could. Screw school, screw the faculty, and screw these god-dammed fan girls, no wait, they'd like that if I did.

"Sasuke! Leaving so soon?" I'd recognize that voice anywhere. I didn't even turn to give Sakura the time of day as I shouldered my book bag and elbowed past her. I was in no mood for her stupidity today. Just because we dated for three months in freshman year did not mean she had a license to use me. I hated her and her stupid pink-haired self.

A couple jocks called out greetings which I caustically ignored. I didn't care about these people. I wanted nothing to do with them. Besides, they'd all be strung up on drugs in a few years. I needed no attachments.

I climbed into my car and drove off, ignoring the occasional brave fool trying to make small talk with me. The only person I did even pay attention to was Naruto, a lifelong friend. We had grown apart over the years but he still was my main connection to the past. I nodded to him as I drove past him and his group of goofy skater boys.

After a fifteen minute drive I reached what once was the glorious Uchiha estate. It was now a tired, empty, old mansion with no one save the occasional servant and my forced guardian Itachi.

I hate Itachi more than anyone else in this world. He didn't even care about them, yet as soon as they die he inherits the fortune. The only drawback was that he had to take care of me until I could stand on my own two feet. I had no doubt that he wanted as little to do with me as possible.

I parked in the garage and took the inside door in. Speaking of the devil, there he sat lounging in the kitchen. He lowered his newspaper "How was school?"

Why did he insist on asking the same dumb question? "Abso-freakin-lutely great."

Itachi scowled at me, I scowled defiantly back.

I finally broke the silence by digging in the freezer for a frozen pizza. I didn't like all the excess toppings, a plain tomato sauce pizza would've done. I'd peel the cheese off later.

Itachi stared at me for another moment before leaving the room.

What's the point?

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*Hinata's POV

I landed hard right in his bedroom, one foot from his bed. Oh the irony. I rubbed my sore backside while surveying the area.

The room was three times as big as my old room back in The City. The walls were dark blue and barren, the room was well furnished. The only sign of personality were a stack of classic novels right next to a beautiful acoustic guitar.

I stood up warily. He was nowhere in the vicinity. That was a good thing, right? His dresser was an old fashioned one with a large, round mirror attached. I surveyed my reflection. My hair was growing pretty long, the messy spikes were now four to five inches long. Quite a few locks were framing my face with one or two strands brushing my pearl gray eyes, while the rest stood in any direction like a halo. I was wearing my favorite outfit which looked a little outrageous in the human world. I wore a white sparkling tank top with a short, frilly pink skirt over lavender leggings. For shoes I wore my pale yellow ballet slippers.

I wore my favorite charm bracelet on my right arm, a charm given to me by my Mother two weeks before she died. There were only three charms on the intricately interwoven chain. One was a tiny wand; one was a bird, and the other a heart with the word love on both sides.

I looked a little over dressed. My charge wouldn't mind if I changed would he? I quickly slipped out of my clothes and dug up a plain black t-shirt and an old pair of jeans that were probably too small for him now. Did he ever throw away old clothes? I folded my clothes up and watched them disappear into thin air. It was a convenient storage system. I could call them back easily later.

Just then the door opened. I froze. I was not ready for this.

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*Sasuke's POV

After eating the whole pizza I stormed up the stairs towards my bedroom. I had no idea what I would do in there, maybe go online and look up a movie or something.

I swung the door open and stopped short in my tracks. In the middle of MY floor in MY room was a short, spiky haired girl wearing MY clothes. A flash of irritation went through me. Albeit she was somewhat attractive, I couldn't help but fight the urge to kill her. A pretty face meant nothing to me. If I wanted sex I could easily get it.

"You girls stop at nothing." I growled disgust laced in my tone.

The girl's light gray eyes were wide, like a deer frozen in headlights. "I-I-I…"

I had no idea what she was going to say, and had no desire to hear it. "Get out before I call the police. What the hell are you doing in my clothes anyway?"

"I-I-I"

I rubbed my temples. I was getting another stress-induced headache. Great, just great. "Never mind." I groaned, my head pounding harder than usual "Just get out of here."

She stared at me blankly, wringing her hands in a familiar anxious motion. I remembered how my Mom used to wring her hands like that when she was holding a secret. Just thinking about her raised the intensity of my headache.

"Are you stupid or something?" I was seriously pissed.

"I can't!" she squeaked suddenly, her face panicked.

I folded my arms tightly "You can and will." I ground out through gritted teeth.

"I-I really can't!"

What was her problem? Was she doing drugs or something? Why was she wearing my clothes? I glared hatred at the obnoxious female. Later on I would berate Itachi for not turning on the security system. I was dreading the forced interaction, but maybe then I could keep the posessed girls at bay.

The girl took a step forward, her eyes shining with fear. Her hands wrung faster than ever. If she were so afraid of me, why was she even in my room? Was it some kind of dare?

"M-m-my name is Hinata Hyuuga!" she said almost too fast for me to understand "A-a-and I'm your fairy godmother!" she covered her head with her arms "P-please don't kill me!"

What the hell?

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End Chapter

The next chapter should come within two weeks depending on the reviews. I hope that somebody likes my last stand; it'd be really cool if I reached a thousand reviews, but that's just wishful thinking.

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