A completely different fic that looks at Hinata from a completely different prospective.
Summary: Hatred is powerful emotion which overtakes the body and numbs the mind. Hinata finds herself loathing this emotion as she watches her sister and tries not to succumb to the powerful emotion.
Warning: A psychotic Hinata
The Love of a Sister
Watching as the sleeping figure's chest rose and fell, Hinata felt anger race through her body. She hated this feeling. She hated being inferior, she hated being second to her sister, she hated being unloved.
But most of all she hated the deep hatred she felt for her sister. She hated the psychotic detestation that overtook her body and numbed her mind, leaving only the intense loathing and lack of sanity.
She knew that her sister never meant to outdo her. She knew her sister never asked for her to be unloved by their father.
But this girl, this sleeping child was the reason for every hardship in Hinata's life. Despite being younger, she had been blessed with power.
Hinata felt her hand reach out and she gently stroked her sister's small pale neck. Malicious intentions pulsed down her arm, the desire to grasp her sister's throat and watch as the life fled from her. Hinata wondered who Hanabi would call for as her own sister murdered her.
Would she call for Hinata herself?
Would she beg for Hinata to save her only to realise it was her own sister's hands that wound tightly round her neck.
A malicious smirk tugged at Hinata's lips as she watched her sister coldly.
She let out a quiet bark of laughter, watching in twisted glee as her sister's eyes clenched slightly. The silence was broken only by a quiet whisper from Hanabi's dry lips.
"Hinata," she called lowly. Her breathing increased and she began to shake. "Please, sister, help me!" She pushed away the hand around her neck and Hinata watched with interest as tears sprung to the child's eyes.
"Don't let them kill me!" she shouted her tears trailing down her cheeks. "Don't let them hurt me!" Her scream was high pitched and blood curdling and Hinata felt the hairs on her neck prickle with intense pleasure.
Her sister's eyes blinked open, her pupils darting from side to side as she desperately panted, desperately pulled sweet oxygen into her young lungs. Hinata was grateful for the dark which masked the cruel smirk on her face as she bent over to brush her sister's hair from her face.
As she swept her child sister into her arms, she whispered sweet words of it only being a nightmare, savouring the sweet tears which soaked her clothes.
Hanabi breathed in her sister's scent, taking comfort in the loving way her sister stoked her throat gently, unable to see the crazed look in her sister's eyes.
The End
Well, that was different.