Konichiwa Mina !
This is a completely gory horror story with Hinata Chan as the main Protagonist.
Some of you may not enjoy this story, so only if you really love dark , twisted fanfics then you are welcomed to read this! (^.^)
-Miyuki
"The discovered conclusion
disappearing
outlines fading to black
In the darkness, theres no such thing as light
From the inside of madness
Sayonaara " -Vocaloid-Insanity English lyrics
PROLOGUE-INSANITY
A beautiful girl, thrown into the darkness by her cold-hearted father...but this time she must be kept away. For when the clock strikes twelve, instead of loosing all her riches and looks, she looses something much more... her sanity...
A small child sits in a dark dungeon in the dead of night, staring with tired yet fearful lavender eyes at the imposing clock on the wall.
Five minutes to midnight...
Her arms, fragile and weak wrapped around herself as she tried to find her head; if only she could keep it, but she knew that it would surely be lost once midnight came for her mind...
She sat within the confines of a dungeon; Dank, stone walls slick with moss, cold hard floor and bars across the wall. This is where she slept every night, waiting...wishing...dreading...
Only three minutes left...
She shivered, wrapping her arms around herself, staring, always staring at the clock on the wall.
All this began a while back with the death of her mother...inexplicable, completely irrational , and she couldn't control it, no matter what.
Her father, Hyuga Hiashi , was a well known politician throughout Japan, cold and heartless of Noble descent. He had told her it was a curse left with her mothers death; a curse of revenge once her father found love in another...and he did. He had. In fact their relationship began long before her mothers death. Nobody outside the immediate household knew how she died-some say of a broken heart, but Hinata knew it was simply a cold blooded murder at the hands of her father and his new mistress, Misaki Nomiko.
Then the curse had began, isolating and tormenting herself and those around her.
Ten seconds left...
The girls arms were wrapped around her like a straight jacket, constricting her heavy breathing.
Five seconds...
She shook violently at what came every night , and would come every night in the future...
one...
Her innocent lavender eyes darkened as soon as the silent chime of doom rang through the air. A smirk played upon her small blue lips, frozen from the cold. Slowly, she walked over to the metal bars, the only thing standing between her and her freedom.
She gripped them,shaking them violently, laughing and screaming in psychotic joy. Her quiet, trembling self long gone as she gave in to the madness within. She shook the chains around her ankles, laughing as they rattled on into the darkness.
With hooded eyes and a small smirk playing on her pale lips, the child whispered-
"murderer"
waiting, always waiting for someone to hear her...
All traces of sanity gone, once the clock strikes twelve. Each and every night she lays in wait...
Always waiting...
TEN YEARS LATER
...
Hinata sighed as she scrubbed the floors silently beneath her step mother and fathers gaze. They both hated her, despised her- the only reason that they kept her was so they could lock her up,so that she wouldn't harm them once midnight arrived.
"Scrub faster you little bitch, we haven't got all day!", sneered her stepmother ,kicking her already bruised stomach from previous beatings. Her body shook from the pain, the pointed stiletto heel digging into her skin.
"I-I'm t-trying", she whispered, her voice always stuttering meekly beneath her fathers hard gaze.
Hinata scrubbed faster with her deathly skinny arms. Her long ebony hair,dirty and unkept hung in her face, covering the fresh cut across her cheek. Her bright lavender eyes shining with unshed tears of pain.
"You are a disgrace", Hyuga Hiashi hissed scornfully in her ear, pure hatred in his white eyes.
Hinata stilled, her eyes cast down in shame as he stood up and walked away. The soft sound of her fathers footsteps echoing painfully in her heart.
Despite the beating, despite the scars. Hinata held no hatred for her father, just shame.
Shame at being born...
"We should just kill you like your mother", Nomiko sneered.
Hinata stopped scrubbing, "T-Then w-why d-don't y-you?" she shot back in her quiet stuttering voice. That was what she wished for more than anything...death.
"HOW DARE YOU!", She winced and dropped the brush, trying to get away in a desperate attempt to avoid a beating that was already striking at her heart.
The first few blows were to her face, the red marks and purple bruising already standing out vividly against her pale skin, mingling with those from days before. Her stepmother grabbed a knife from her dress pocket and lifted up Hinata's face. The perfectly manicured nails clawing at her skin as she observed the broken child before her. What she saw never failed to fuel her hatred.
The girls eyes were sunken, yet the pale lavender still glowed softly with tears. Those eyes were huge, framed by incredibly long black eyelashes. They stood, soft and innocent, capturing your attention and standing out against the hollow contours of her face.
Nomiko hated those eyes...
Her stepmother brought the cold metallic blade towards Hinata's face, a smirk graced her painted red lips.
The girl before her was delicately beautiful, with glowing pale skin and long ebony hair, but along with her eyes, what drew peoples attention the most was the stitches...
Stitches from the corner of her mouth to the edge of her cheeks, tattered and wonky stitching sealing the two parts together, across her skinny shoulders and legs. Stitching where they cut her up, slid the knife to remind her they were in control.
Two more were made today, one across her bulging chest, the other running the length of her back, adding to the grotesque collection.
Hinata never said a word throughout the whole thing. Even as her stepmother dragged the knife along her back, careful not to touch her spine. Not a sound escaped her mouth, just silent tears of blood that ran down her cheeks and stained the floor beneath her feet.
As soon as it was done, her stepmother stood over her, bloody knife in hand.
"Stitch yourself up and then clean the floors. We can't have your dirty blood tainting the ground, The woman growled, spitting on the floor next to her. A pool of blood formed around the limp figure as she waited for her stepmothers clacking of heels to fade away.
Silently, she got up and scrubbed the floor, her tattered body stinging and aching;it was best not to anger them though. Angering them only made it worse, only made more stitches.
The chelsea smile was the first one she got;it was after they finally got married, and they did it with the hopes that it would scare her other self, but it only caused that side to get angrier.
After she had mopped up the blood, she stood up, hunched over due to the pain shooting up and down her back, limping silently towards a small door in the corner, a smail trail of bloody footsteps left in her wake. She would have to do this quickly before they saw the footsteps;that would only make them hurt her worse.
Behind the door lay a staircase, sharp,narrow and steep, leading into a pit of darkness bellow. She stumbled down the stairs,tripping and slipping on her own blood, dripping down her back and running down her chest until she made it to the bottom.
She lit a small candle with a matchstick in her apron, the dim yellow light illuminating the room. It was fairly big; a small fireplace-containing the cinders, where she used to run and hide when her father was enraged. She still saw the dried blood there from the first time her stepmother cut her, telling her to always 'put on a smile' , before ripping her cheeks into this wonky, fake smile.
She slipped off her dress, revealing a patchwork of skin, drawn together with thick black stitches, infected scars running across her body, some places stained with blood from previous torture, some purple and blue from bruising. Despite this she still held a good figure, if she was not scarred, if she was not cursed, she might have considered herself beautiful. She was very skinny, from being starved and abused, but she still had gracious curves and a full bust.
They had ruined her life.
Turned her into a monster...
On the other side of the room was a dungeon. A cage built into the wall, steel bars encasing it and a small barred window up high in the corner. It took about half the room she was in, and laying on the floor were thick shackles, chains thrown messily across the floor, shining with a bright ruby liquid.
The girl took the needle and thread that lay on the small stool and got to work. Standing in front of a mirror, spotted with age and soot, she turned and began.
She slid the needle under her skin, pulling through the thick string; the only thing her father would give her to mend herself. The string made the wounds worse-adding to most of them, but the cuts her stepmother made always made the skin separate, and if she didn't sew it together, she would surely fall apart. In and out the needle went, skin stretching painfully as she pulled the stitches tight. She quickly got to work on her chest, the same grueling process repeating itself as fresh blood ran over her pale skin, staining the floor with the crimson liquid.
As soon as she was done, she tugged her tattered dress and small apron on, scuffling back up the stairs; She was still hunched slightly, limping a little from the pain, but if she left the bloody footprints there, they would only hurt her more, always hurt her more...
Aaaand the prologue is done! do not worry, Hinata will definitely get her revenge and Naruto, Neji, Sasuke and Gaara will make an appearance! YAY!
Hope you all don't hate me for torturing Hinata, I LOVE HER! DAISUKI!
She is my favorite female character from Naruto so I guess that is why I always use her in my dark fanfics.
Review onegai.
And no hateful comments! as I have already said, read this story if you love horror (^.^)
Jikai Made!
_Miyuki
