Prologue
Weak...
Yes, she has always been thought of that way. Over the years her hatred towards her clan and others has grown and manifested itself into Hinata's once kind heart. Soon she was consumed by it, eating at her thoughts and heart little by little.
Hinata had tried to stop it...stop herself from hating and spiting them so much. Now, she barely knew herself. No one seemed to notice. No one. It cut through her like a knife through softened butter. No matter how hard she had tied to stop it, it was fruitless.
You cannot simply erase hatred, no. Hatred for your sister, father, cousin, and the rest of what she called "pathetic". To pour out all her hatred Hinata knew what she must do. It wouldn't be easy though. If she were to do what she intended, Hinata would require fierce training. Training that would exhaust her to where she could scarcely see and take her into near death conditions at times.
She didn't care though. Hatred was all that drove her, all she felt, all that occupied her pale lavender eyes.
Was there not anyone that can help her, save her from the dark thoughts that haunted her in her dreams and in her consious state? There is only one...the most unexpected one. That someone has felt exactly what Hinata is feeling right now. That someone is none other than...
Sasuke Uchiha.