This story is just... I don't know. I woke up in a cold sweat, its 2:00 AM and I just have to write this, for I hope it will depict what a female must face. Which is a lot for all of you stuck up perv boys who don't know nor care?
Disclaimer: Naruto isn't mine. He's Hinata's and we all know it.
Chapter 1: Rebirth
A girl, a little over thirteen, stands hiding behind a tall pillar. Her eyes, spying, staring, perhaps even lusting for a particular boy of similar age as he walks out through two massive gates. An older man with white hair following behind him. A blush had crept onto her pale white complexion. But became inconspicuous within mere seconds. Followed by a look on her face that had seemed quite sullen. And she looked down. All she could do was watch her love walk away. No words of hope, nor any words or descriptions on how she would miss him. All she did was aim to be pretermitting. Which wouldn't help solve any of her problems? So there he continued to walk, oblivious to the girl standing mere yards from him. Her watching from afar.
At that very moment though, inside of her, something boiled. Something in her began to hate herself for not having a backbone. Something in her began having a few misanthropic thoughts because of what she is. She began to have many a gut wrenching feeling as her anger stirred. She began to realize that she knew that she needed to change. And it was going to happen now, she thought. And with this, Natta (Nae-tuh) had been born.
That thing in her began to tear her stomach. She turned sharply to look away from him, causing the pain to subside. Slowly she made her way home, thoughts of old drifting into her head. New pains crawling into her stomach. She opened the door. The house appeared empty. But if you look closer, you will see the normal life of the Hyuga. Neji out, maybe training, maybe upstairs screwing Tenten. Hinata will only be able to tell if she hears moans through the wall when trying to sleep again. Hanabi was out. Maybe training, maybe wandering. Hinata is supposed to be chaperoning her, but no one really cares anyway. And she certainly didn't.
She snuck through the compound. Trying at all costs to avoid her father. It was a Wednesday. Every Wednesday her father became good friends with scotch. Usually he just got drunk, started talking to himself about his wife who left him, drank more, and then passed out on the couch. Rather simple if you thought about it. But sometimes, he didn't just pass out. Sometimes, he decided to get aggressive. When this happened, Neji took Hanabi upstairs as fast as he could. But Hinata was always left behind. All hell broke loose.
No one really knew what happens after that. Neji and Hanabi would hear Hinata screaming, and crying for him to stop. Sometimes they didn't even know what they'd heard. Just that it sounded painful. Then it was over, with a simple thud. Hinata was thrown out of her father's room. Eventually she would just stagger to her room, count how many wounds she had, and then pick which one of her jackets would suit for covering her scars.
But just then, she figured something was a little odd. Neji and Hanabi both gone. And it was a Wednesday..... Then a hand put itself onto her shoulder. She turned around and grimaced at the sight of her father. A bottle of half emptied scotch in his hand. She was dragged into his bedroom. The fun began.....
Yeah it's short. This story is most likely going to be a bunch of small chapters.