Yoh! Mp here! I don't own Naruto………………….that is all.

Thoughtless

Prologue:

Cold. It was frigid, num biting cold. The raven haired teen could have told you that right off the bat. It was, in fact, the only thought that crossed her mind. All of her senses where in use, and she tried desperately tried not to remember what had just happened. She was running, with no destination, only with the drive to get away. She felt a droplet fall on her face, but she was so numb to her surroundings that she couldn't register in her brain if it was a raindrop, or a tear.

She looked up at the cloudy sky, praying it had been a raindrop. It had been a mistake, however, and she tripped over a loose stone. She fell, hitting the ground hard.

Her long hair fell around her head as she lay sprawled out on the cold, hard street. It hurt. Everything hurt. Her cold, wet body, drenched from sweat, the re-opened gashes on her legs and arms from the intense training she put herself through, but also the small, and undeniable piece of pride she had clung to for so long.

She attempted to stand up, but her legs buckled, and she collapsed face first onto the cruel ground. She lay there, taking it in, taking it all in. She was nothing. She was worse than nothing. Her father denied her, detested her very existence. Her sister surpassed her, and rubbed it in her face when ever she could. Her cousin, well, he wasn't the worse. He was kinder now, but he was still greater. He could do anything, while she could do absolutely nothing. She would never equal to these people, she shouldn't carry the title of ninja, or even the title of heiress. She was too timid.

Just this morning, she had overheard her father talking to her younger sister. He told her that anything that her sister had accomplished in life was luck. And the sister had agreed, saying that her older sister was a dud, unfit for the title of Hyuuga.

Of course she was lucky. Lucky to be his daughter. Lucky to have to attempt, and fail, at HIS hellish expectations.

She closed her eyes. It hurt too much to leave them open, it hurt to much to think, to feel, to breath. Every thing went dark for the girl, but somehow, it held an unbelievable promise of peace.