The day I was born, my shrill cries filled the halls of the Hyuga household. The quiet whispers of the maids and my mother trying to assure me that everything was alright. While the women cooed over my pale, porcelain skin, my father looked upon the scenes with little interest.
Now I am 16.
My name, is Hyuga Hinata. When people ask me if I am a Hyuga, which is obvious, I simply tell them no. The Hyuga are the people and kind that I may have spawned from, but I am not one of them.
Welcome to my story. This is the story of my death.
