A/N: Yet another story. I just get these ideas in my head then they won't leave me alone so here's the first chapter of We Are Circus Freaks. Thought I would try something that was a little different. Enjoy!

"Talking"

'Thinking'

*Change POV*

I don't own Naruto

On with the story!

*Hinata POV*

I never thought that this is where I would end up. Sure, I knew they hated me and one day I was going to be married off into another family. But this? No, I never thought he had the guts to do this to me. It began like any other day. Getting up, making the breakfast the usual. It all went downhill when dinner was served. I laid the plates out and poured the wine for my father. I sat in silence as I usually did while Father and Hanabi, my younger sister, spoke of their day. I was use to the hostility that they showed towards me yet everyday it hurt me to see that they had a bond that I could never be a part of. When my Father's sharp, glaring gaze turned towards me, a look of utter disappointment clearly etched into his features, I knew before anything happened that today was going to be my last in the house. He stood from his chair, as graceful as ever, and turned to exit the room. My sister turned to me, a slight smirk drawn on her lips. She laced her fingers together and watched as I followed my Father out of the room. He said nothing to me as he picked up a back-pack made from old fabric and thin leather and walked slowly in the direction of my room. He placed the bag on my neatly made bed and his gaze was upon me once more. Shivers ran through me as my heart raced while I stood in the archway of my door. He opened a small draw in my dressing table and took the folded clothes and put them on my tiny bed. He did the same with the few dresses and shoes that I had in the small wardrobe on the opposite wall to my bed. All of my clothes were in small bundles on my bed. I didn't have much, only a few items of clothing, enough for two weeks worth of wearing and then they would need to be washed and re-worn. He made it crystal clear that I was to pack everything in the bag and leave the premises. He watched me like a hawk as I put everything in the bag. I was surprised when it all fit and the bag closed properly. He showed me to the door and pulled out a small leather pouch. I still remember the last words he spoke to me as he handed the small pouch to me, "Here, for the crap that you did for me."

So here I was sitting on the train tracks three hours away from the large house I used to live in. I was waiting for a train to come by so that I could maybe, if I had the guts to do it, I could jump on and go wherever it took me. My Father had given me a bit of money and so far I had used none of the money yet. I had to make it last for a while because I was on my own from here on out. I pulled my jumper, which was a size too big for me, tighter around me to keep the cold at bay. It was the end of winter and the beginning of spring yet the wind was still very cold. I stood and decided it would be better to try and find somewhere to stay for the night. So I headed towards a small town that was near the train tracks. It was a difficult place to get since my father decided to live in a large house in the middle of the woods because he liked the privacy. Everything was either a really long walk away or near impossible to find.

The sun was setting slowly. The sky was filled with bright orange and red colours. I loved watching the sun set; it made everything peaceful and calm. Within minutes I was surrounded by darkness. A few lights flittered on in the trees quite a distance away. I could hear people talking, their voices like whispers against my ears. I could see a few more lights coming on through the thick of the forest. I was curious as to what was going on so I made my way cautiously towards the murmuring voices and soft yellow glow of the lanterns.

I hid behind a tree a few metres away from the commotion. The voices were loud now and there were many children and young adults. They were all dressed in fancy clothes, dresses and high shoes with glittering diamonds and rubies, their hair in curls and tight buns. The men were dressed in their suits and tuxedoes with their shiny Italian shoes and hats. Their cigars firmly placed between their lips or fingers. Even the children were dressed in fancy clothes. There was an exciting buzz around the people. A young couple came into my view; they stood next to each other as they spoke.

"Oh I wonder what it's going to be like!" The woman said excitedly, her gloved hands clapped together and she turned to the man beside her. Her curls bounced around her shoulders as her crimson stained lips formed a happy smile.

"It better be good, I paid a fortune for these tickets." He stated taking a drag of his cigar. The smell floated towards me and made me feel sick. I was never a fan of the horrid smell.

"Oh please," the woman stated playfully hitting his arm with her silver purse. "Stop being like that. The show will be great!" She laughed as he made an unhappy face at her.

"It better be, they said they had a rare white lion performing."

"Really? I heard there was a woman who could perform with rare weapons. Oh this is so exciting!"

"Please darling, everyone knows a woman can't wield a weapon. It's just not right."

They headed towards the crowd of people who were now forming lines. Music began to play as the people slowly walked in. It was then that I noticed that there was a huge tent right in the middle of a clearing in the woods. The tent rose up high into the sky with a single light at the top of it. The white material fluttered as the wind floated by.

A rustling noise behind me caught my attention. I whipped around and held onto the tree behind me. The bark dug its way into my skin but not enough to break it. I studied the scenery in front of me. It was pitch black and I could hardly see anything. Something moved above me, my head moved up towards the sound. Something was sitting in the tree before me. I heard a chuckle and squinted my eyes to try and see where exactly it was coming from. My heart began to race as a bird flew away from the tree.

"Are you scared?" A soft, deep voice asked. My face flushed a little bit as my heart sped up its frantic beating. Each thump from my heart, I could hear in my ears and feel on my neck. A soft yellow glow spluttered into life as the figure in the tree lit a small lantern. I saw him for the first time and was nothing I expected. He sat on a thick branch of the tree in a lazy manner. His left foot dangling off the branch and his right leg propped up supporting his right hand that held the lantern. His white shirt was open completely showing off his, from what I could see, smooth stomach and chest. He wore a pair of form fitting trousers with boots laced up and stopping at mid calf. A smirk was plastered on his face as his dark eyes captured me. He stroked something that was wrapped around his entire being. It was laced around his neck looking almost like a thick scarf, and moved around his torso and arms.

"N-n-no…" I finally answered his question after examining him quickly. The sound of a tinkle made him alert. He looked up and then moved on the branch, he jumped off with ease. It amazed me that he just stood from his crouching position and walked casually towards me. Now that he was closer I could see that the scarf around his neck was actually a very, very, very large snake wrapped around his being. I gasped and backed up against the tree as he took a few more steps towards me.

"Hmm," He mused to himself. He leaned in towards me. His breath was light and warm on my cheeks as the head of the snake popped up over his shoulder. It scared be half to death when the serpent hissed at me with its golden eyes glaring at me. "If you're not scared, why don't you join them?" he asked.

"I-I do-don-don't ha-have a tick-ticket."My stuttering was worse than ever.

"I'm sure I can help you with that." His voice was sounded like danger and sin, his whole being screamed danger and sin yet I was so intrigued and fascinated with him. He reached up to stroke my hair, when his smirk broadened and his hand pulled away a gold piece of paper was placed between his index and middle finger. I was shocked at the little trick he pulled on me. He placed it in my hand and pulled back. He turned around and began to walk away, as he was about to disappear behind the tent he looked over his shoulder with a smirk.

"Have fun." Was his last words as he disappeared around the corner. I held the ticket and picked up my bag from the floor. Another bell sounded as I looked at the ticket. In each corner of the golden ticket was a small spiral type of symbol with a small triangle and a flick off the end of the spiral. In the middle read 'Circus of Wonders' with the number seven on it. Instead of wasting a perfectly good ticket that a stranger gave to me I decided it would be best to use it. So with that thought in my mind, I headed over to the entrance where a few people were standing waiting in line. A man with a cigarette and wild beard asked for my ticket. When I gave it to him he smiled at me and told me to enjoy the show. I took my seat at the end of the row near the back. A little boy no less than twelve years old sat next to me, his mother hushing him as the lights dimmed.

A large explosion made some people shout out in fear. I jumped a little when it happened; the smoke filled the huge tent and disappeared as soon as it formed. A person was left standing in the middle of the circular ring that was left for the performers. He was clad in a form fitting green jumpsuit that sparkled and shimmered every time he moved. An orange cape was sewn around his neck and finished with a large buckle with a golden Y in the centre.

"Hello!" He shouted while taking a bow. "Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls of all ages, I welcome you to the extravagant Circus of Wonders!" He booted out to the audience. They clapped and whistled as he walked around the ring. "I am your host for this evening's show and I do hope you enjoy!" His voice was still loud yet held a mysterious tone to it. It was as if something that only he knew was going to happen, and whether it was bad or good, we could only sit back and watch as it commenced. "Opening the show for us will be the wonderful and beautiful Sakura Haruno!" He disappeared in a cloud of green smoke as something fell from the top of the tent.

It spiralled down in pink ribbon and landed gracefully on the stage. You had to admit that she was beautiful. Her hair was the colour of the ribbons around her and she was also dressed in a pink leotard. The diamonds on her outfit sparkled as she jumped up in the air performing all sorts of fancy twists and turns in the air. She used the ribbons to support her as she spiralled down towards the ground again. She made everything look so easy and flawless, so light and airy. The music played in the background as the performance she did matched it to the beat. She ended the act with a graceful swirl that made her short pink hair flare out and swooped down into a bow. The green puff of smoke was back as the Host appeared and the woman disappeared. The audience applauded them for the act.

"For our second act…" the show went on with the host introducing each act as they came on. The next act was a man who used puppets on the stage. He was magnificent at what he did. The strings couldn't be seen at all, there was no one around or at the top of the tent who was controlling them. He interacted with the audience and made a little girl help him with a few of the tricks. The puppet that was supposed to be evil and bad attacked the girl and she disappeared, some of the audience members screamed and shouted out but a few minutes later she re-appeared and the puppet that was good saved her. He exited the stage in a swirl of fabrics and the host appeared.

The third act was a woman who had her hair up in two buns. She looked like something that fell out of a story book. She was dressed in clothes that made her look like a pirate. An assistant was with her, a male with long hair and a stern expression on his face. The act was all about different weapons that she used. At one stage the two performers decided to have a little battle, he was to doge all of her attacks while handcuffed and blindfolded. It was amazing how he knew exactly where to go and when to dodge. A person from the audience shouted out to them that it was fake and that was how they rehearsed it. When she threw a rather large knife at him and it hit his chair between his legs she asked him if he wanted to come up and take over. He had gotten up from his seat taking out the knife that was embedded in the wood and made his way down the metal stairs. Once he was in the ring, she took out a scroll and asked him which weapon he would like. He decided to take a samurai sword and yet another puff of smoke was made. Once the smoke cleared she held in her hand a deathly looking sword that shone in the bright light of the tent. She handed it to him with a pleasant smile and said loud enough for the people to hear, "take your best shot, remember to aim low!" her smile was still there when he turned to look at her assistant. It was rather comical that every time he took a swing, the blade would miss by mere millimetres. At one stage the assistant was trapped in a corner and as the man took a swing at his face both of the performers vanished and re-appeared in the middle. The assistant no longer had the handcuffs or blind fold on as he took the woman's hand and they bowed together.

The next act was with a man who hid his face and body with a long green jacket. His hair was spiky and wild as he appeared on the stage. His act was wonderful and so beautiful. A woman was with him, she had long blonde hair and her outfit was very revealing. She was dressed in a purple outfit with a top that only covered her chest and a skirt that only reached her mid thigh. Their act was extraordinary. There was no way to explain it. They did tricks where butterflies emerged out of their clothes and flowers popped up out of nowhere. At the end of their performance they vanished in a whirl of dragon flies, exotic flowers and butterflies. The audience went crazy at the end. I was amazed at how wonderful they made everything.

The following three acts were spectacular. A blonde man came onto the stage with a huge grin plastered on his face. His bright blonde hair was wild and stuck out in odd places. He was dressed in a similar fashion to the stranger I met earlier. His performance was with an unusual creature. It had nine tails from what I could count and was really big. Together they did unbelievable tricks. At the end the blonde was held up in the air by the fox's tails; it formed a sort of chair. Another man came on the stage from the entrance to the circus, riding on a rare white lions back. A large white dog ran alongside it and the audience gasped as he stood on the lions back. The blonde vanished in a puff of smoke and left the brunette that looked just like the blonde but only he had brown hair and a red triangle of paint on each cheek. The three did loads of tricks involving rings of fire and dangerous weapons. In the end, when they bowed the audience screamed in fascination.

For the next act the host came up and introduced the second to last performers. He had said that they were a brother and sister act. When he disappeared everything was silent. Something shifted on the stage, a few more movements that could not be seen but heard. Out of know where a coffin made entirely of sand formed in the middle of the ring. It opened up to reveal a person, a boy, with hair made from blood and the darkest eyes I had ever seen. His eyes were closed and he looked as though he were sleeping. A sudden breeze floated through the room and a woman with a large fan floated down from the sky. She made intricate movements with her fan that was pure white and had three dots of soft purple on it. She danced in the air as the boy stayed in his sandy coffin. When she was safely put on the floor her face contorted into something that looked evil. Her fan was shut closed and she took one swift stab at the boy. His eyes flew open and a wall of sand was formed to stop her. She continued to attack while walls of sand kept stopping her advancing attacks. I was hooked and fascinated by how they did their tricks. My heart raced as she cracked the sand wall with her fan and it collapsed. The boy stood with his arms folded and smirked at the audience. A gush of wind blew down on the ring and the two performers began an intricate sort of dance with each other. It wasn't a dance as such but looked as though they were working together. When her fan snapped open and his arms smashed onto the sandy ground a huge dragon made entirely of sand zoomed up out of the ground and flew around the stage. The audience screamed in excitement and clapped as they made other various animals out of sand. They vanished in a flurry of wind and sand and the host was back. The lights dimmed to cast an eerie shadow over the entire tent. The Host's voice became a whisper that sent tingles of anticipation down my spine.

"For our final show, Ladies and Gentlemen," he began his voice dead serious and scary. "I ask that all children and adults stay seated. Please, no sudden movements or loud noises, for this next act requires silence from all the audience." A soft drumming was heard from the music. A flute sounded and then all stopped dead in its tracks. The audience seemed to hold their breath; I clutched the edge of my seat tighter with my fingers. The little boy next to me shivered as he held onto his mother's hand.

The lights were still casting that ever-real glow across the stage. And then it happened. Something slithered onto the stage. It coiled itself up and simply sat there. Another thing made its way onto the stage, then after that another. The things seemed to slither up silently, in a deadly manner and simply sit or lay in the centre. More began to come out from nowhere. I heard a hiss to left, by the stairs and gasped when I saw a snake slithering down the steps towards the centre of the stage. There were about fifteen of them wriggling around on the floor. The drumming was strong and powerful. When the final beat played a loud bang sounded throughout the tent. The people in the stands gasped as a man emerged from the pile of snakes. His shirt was open and hung off his shoulders, the form fitting trousers tucked into his boots and a large albino snake hung from his neck. It was the stranger that I had met earlier. The snake contrasted against him. His hair was as dark as the stage, if not darker. His eyes matched and held a hint of mischief and mystery in them. The snake almost blended in with his pale skin, but he was slightly, oh so very slightly, tanned. He seemed to look straight at me as he smirked. The snakes at his feet slithered up his body, coiling and melting against his frame. He seemed to pay no attention to that as he made his way towards the edge of the stage to where I was. He kept eye contact until he was standing right at the bottom of the staircase.

"I hope that you have enjoyed the show and I leave you with this final act." He turned around and waved a hand at the top of the tent. "I would like to introduce you to my assistant." The woman, her name was Sakura, floated down in a flurry of blue ribbon. She landed in a swooping bow. This time her outfit was a dark blue and black instead of pink. The man made his way towards her. She didn't look all that comfortable with the snakes around her but she seemed to keep it to herself. He handed her a snake, a pure green snake with beady red eyes. She held it out towards the audience and walked around the edge of the ring. They seemed to be entranced by the way she smiled and asked if they would like to touch it. No one did touch the snake, they were too scared. The man in the middle took out an object that was tucked into his trousers and brought it to his lips. A soft melody sounded throughout the tent. He stood in the middle, facing towards me, his eyes never leaving mine as he played the little flute in his hands. The snakes seemed to dance to the music. They rose up to the sky and slithered off his body. With each tune he played the snakes did something. A simple tune sounded and the snakes created a pattern on the floor, it looked like a dragon. Another tune and they created an elephant. The audience made soft 'ooh's and 'ahh's at each pattern. Near the end of the show, the snakes began to form around the ring of the tent.

"I would like to ask the audience for a volunteer." He said while looking at me directly as he said it. The snake around his neck hissed in my direction. "Right, who shall be my lucky victim?" He asked himself. He closed his eyes and held his hands out in my direction. He walked forward; the snake around his neck slithered its way onto his arms and reached out towards me. Half of the snake was supported by the man's arms and half of its body was hovering in the air. It hissed again as the man walked slowly up the stairs, the members of the audience gasping in fear and moving away slowly as the snake came near them. The child next to me held onto his mother for dear life as the snake man reached me. I was paralyzed as I watched the snake lick the air with its tongue. When he opened his eyes he smiled and reached for my hand. The snake retreated and sat happily on his shoulders. He took my hand in his and bowed down to kiss it.

"You shall be my volunteer." He stated, dragging me up from my seat to lead me down the stairs. My heart was running a marathon as his large calloused hands firmly held my smaller one. He walked in front of me with his snake looking over his shoulder at me with golden eyes. It seemed less scary than earlier. He led me onto the stage where the pink haired woman stood with a slight frown on her face. I looked at his back and then my gaze fell down a little, then a little bit more and the only thing running through my brain at that time was what a nice looking ass he had. The snakes had left the pink haired woman alone and were now slithering towards me. We stopped in the middle of the ring. From here everything was magnified. The audience looked smaller and the stage I stood upon was absolutely huge! He let go of my hand and took out the little flute a sad melody played from the small object, his eyes never left mine as the snakes gathered at my feet and pushed me towards him. I was as entranced as the snakes. It was like he was hypnotising me and I loved every dangerous second of it.

He stopped when I was stood right in front of him. He handed the flute to his assistant and nodded his head once. The music started up again as he took my hand and pulled me flush against his hard muscular chest. He stepped back and pulled me with him. We danced around the stage slowly. His white albino snake curled around his arm and slithered onto my arm; the soft silky scales made me shiver and close my eyes. I had long ago discarded my jumper due to how warm it was in the tent. Now I was in a dress that was busy fading in colour and the corset was getting too small for me. The snake made its way onto my arm and I was not the least bit disgusted or scared of the large creature. I felt as though I was in a daze as it curled around my shoulders but left my neck clear. The man in front of me chuckled at my expression and the music turned from a slow waltz into a skipping folk song. He pulled me along the floor as I tried to keep up. The snakes around us seemed as though they were mimicking our dance. On the floor there were the snakes each paired off with each other spiralling and twirling around the edges of the stage. We stopped in the middle where we began and the snakes trailed over to us. He dipped me down as the music came to a stop. I saw something poke out of the corner of his mouth and when he grinned and showed his teeth I saw them. His canines were long and sharp almost like from the books. The vampires who had long sharp teeth and killed people with them. But, as he leaned down I felt unable to move. I could only watch and stare at his onyx eyes and watch as he swooped down and nuzzled my throat. His tongue licked a small section of my neck and then I felt his teeth sink into the vein on the side. It didn't hurt at all. I felt tired suddenly as he pulled back, a tiny trickle of blood escaping his lips and rolling down his chin. He gently laid me down on the ground. Something slithered around my neck and around my shoulders. I felt the snakes moving over my form as I reached out to grab the mysterious man. My vision blurred and before the darkness could take me I screamed out for him. I was scared but too tired to care about what was happening. I could hear screams and cries in the distance but all I could think about was how tired I felt. Within seconds I was whisked away into a world of mysterious eyes and mischievous grins.

A/N: Sorry if it too short but it will get better and longer as the chapters progress. Well I hope you dudes out there like it. Please review (Good or bad comments, both are welcome) and thank you for reading the very first chapter of We Are Circus Freaks! Hope you enjoyed it! ^.^