Setting: Medieval Europe [AU]

Pairings: SasuHina, NejiHina, one-sided InoHina/HinaIno, etc.

Medieval Cross-Dresser

Chapter One:

Survivor

'It…It hurts…' Hinata held back a cry as Hiashi plunged his length into her butt. They had just gotten married, as it was a tradition for the father to marry the eldest daughter, if the wife dies.

They were the Hyuugas. A mercenary clan composed of blood related individuals that was lead by Hiashi.

Hiashi was a good man, who loved his deceased wife. Why was his wife deceased? 'That's right.' He thought. 'She is dead because of her.' Hiashi scowled, feeling his rage build up as he looked at the back of Hinata's head. Just then, she struggled to turn around, wanting to look at him. Her face was wet with tears, and her eyes were hurt and pleading, but it all just made him feel content. That was what she gets for killing his beloved wife. He continued pumping her butthole, getting harsher by the second. By now, it looked raw and swollen, with rich blood dripping down on his manhood. Hiashi haft smirked, half sneered. The fact that his length was humungous compared to Hinata's small, thirteen-year-old body, just added to his torture.

Thirteen years ago

Around nightfall in the forest, the wagons of the Hyuuga clan were passing by. Hiashi and some other men were mounted on horses to guard everyone from possible attacks.

"Where are you going, Hitomi?" Hiashi asked when his wife got out of her wagon—barefoot—and ran away.

"Hitomi!" In an instant, Hiashi's calm face distorted to panic and worry. With his full strength, he kicked his horse and galloped through countless branches of trees. Two men went with him, while the others stayed to watch over the wagons.

Dried leaves scrunched under the horses and scattered in the air, adding to the noise of heavy horse feet. Then it was quiet, besides the sound of a panting Hiashi. He was out of breath when they found Hitomi, not because he was tired, but because he was so scared and anxious, he thought he would die. Hurriedly, he unmounted his horse and run where his wife was crouched. Upon reaching her, relief flooded him. He crouched behind her and moved his arms around her, but he felt something odd. Curious, he moved to glimpse over her shoulder. He first saw a head, then a face with hallow cheeks, under the chin were two small fists, and further down was a thin torso and skinny legs. It was practically skin and bones. Its umbilical cord was still connected to its belly.

"What is it commander?" One of the men asked as they approached the married couple.

"Aye! Is that a baby? It's still alive?"

"Yes, it's alive." Hiashi observed as the infant seemingly snuggled closer to Hitomi's chest.

"Commander, they say it is bad luck to pick up a corpse's child." One of the men said, looking worriedly at the dead bodies on the side. There were about three bodies scattered on the foot of a dead tree. One was lying on the ground, near a puddle of murky water, where the child was presumably born. It was a woman, the child's mother.

Hiashi pulled Hitomi up by her upper arm, not caring about the baby at all. All he cared about was Hitomi's safety, especially with her current mental condition.

"Aa-" Hitomi let out an unintelligible sound as her hold on the baby loosened when she was being pulled up. It was accidentally dropped and landed safely on the puddle, but was awakened and started crying.

"Aa!" Hitomi protested as Hiashi was pulling her away from it. She was desperately reaching out to the crying child. It surprised Hiashi how strong Hitomi is resisting, despite her weak body.

"She's probably thinking it's her child, commander."

"Poor woman suffered from her miscarriage, aye?"

Eventually, Hitomi managed to break free from Hiashi's hold. She crouched on the puddle again and picked up the trembling child. She hugged it tightly as tears of relief ran down her face. The child stopped crying once it felt Hitomi's warmth. Eventually, its hollow eyes fluttered halfway and gazed at Hitomi.

"What the hell! Look at its eyes, aye! Look at the eyes!"

"Commander, it's a Hyuuga!."

10 Years Later

"Hinata-kun! I'll catch you!" Hitomi shouted, happily running after a giggling Hinata. They had been going at it since morning. Hitomi finally caught up and the two ended up as a giggling mess on the grass. It was a nice scene, for Hiashi at least.

"I'm still worried about this Commander. What if, it's truly bad luck to pick up that child?"

"But, Hitomi has never been so happy. Let's just leave it for now." Hiashi reasoned, looking calm while sitting beside his tent. They were resting after a successful battle.

"As you say, Commander. On other matters, do you plan on conceiving a boy?"

"And why are you asking me that question?" Hiashi asked, feigning obliviousness. In truth, he knew what his close cousin was referring to.

"The others have been talking about the future leader of the Hyuuga. They are eyeing young Neji, as you have not trained little Hinata. They would only settle for the strongest."

Being the leader is the ultimate goal in the Hyuuga clan. It would bring honour to the family of the leader, together with the largest portion of food and the supply of the best equipment and clothing available. If Hiashi wants Hitomi to keep having the best life a Hyuuga could, he should make sure that the future leader would be his child. It would be alright if Hinata becomes the leader, but she was not Hiashi's blood and flesh, and Hiashi is a prideful man. He would like to be able to say "That's my boy/daughter." He wants to be able to say it with pride. So a month ago, he made sure to knock Hitomi up each night, hoping to conceive a strong boy.

"Mother!" A frightful shout broke through Hiashi's thoughts. It was little Hinata's voice. Panic suddenly ate at Hiashi's heart. He whipped his head in his wife's direction. She was on her back on the grass, struggling to sit up with shaky arms, while Hinata was sitting up on a branch of a nearby tree. It looked like Hitomi was trying to climb up, wanting to sit on the branch together with Hinata.

Hitomi was already sitting up on the grass when a worried Hiashi reached her. He pulled her up by the elbow and checked her for wounds.

"Are you alright?" Hiashi asked, but before Hitomi managed a reply, she shook in pain and held her stomach. Suddenly, a bloody thing—the size of an egg—fell from between her legs.

"Aa?" Hitomi, with wide eyes, made a move to bend down and look at it, but Hiashi turned her around and picked the bloody thing before Hitomi can. He was sure of what it was. He turned his back to Hitomi and held the thing tightly, but carefully. It was another miscarriage. It was the son he was wishing for. Slowly, with furrowed eyebrows, he turned to look at Hinata, who was now in front of him. She was curiously looking at the peculiar thing that came out of her mother. If Hinata hadn't climbed that tree, Hitomi wouldn't have had a miscarriage.

'That child is bad luck, commander…'

Hitomi, oblivious of the situation, ran pass Hiashi and picked Hinata up. She turned around to look at the bloody thing curiously. She's still not completely sane, still recovering. If she saw the foetus, she would revert back to her unintelligible self. So he called his close cousin and handed his dead son to him. He would bury it and mourn later, after he finished dealing with Hinata.

"Child, come here." Dilated eyes fell upon Hinata as Hiashi's spoke oh so calmly, but HInata shook with fear, sensing the dark air surrounding him. She wanted to hide in her mother's embrace, but as the seconds pass, Hiashi became impatient, and his mouth started to dip down into an ugly frown. Not wanting to make him angrier, Hinata wiggled away from Hitomi's hold, making Hitomi to put her down.

Suddenly, a hard object lightly hit Hinata on the shoulder. She jumped in a mixture of shock and fright, looking with wide eyes as the long, sharp and shiny object landed next to her feet.

"Pick it up." Hiashi ordered, and then he grabbed the hilt of his sword. He was looking at Hinata, unblinking, as he slowly unsheathed a slender and double edged sword.

Hinata's heart started to beat irregularly fast. Three frightful beats per second. She can feel it hitting her ribcage as she was frozen in terror, her little body involuntary shaking, her eyes wide and watery. A gentle hand on her shoulder brought her out of her frozen state. It was her mother's hand. The little child hastily turned around and broke out crying, repeatedly saying 'mother' in a pleading voice, with her tiny shaking arms held upwards. She wanted to be picked up again, but instead, Hitomi took Hinata's open palm and gleefully put the sword in it. Hinata looked at it, still crying. The terror came back full force.

"Fight like the man that you are, Hinata-kun. Father is finally going to train you!" Hikari squealed in joy and encouragingly pushed Hinata, her 'son', whose hair was cut like a boy's. Overall, Hinata was presented as a boy, wearing a shirt, long pants and boots, instead of a cute little dress and lady slippers. During the first miscarriage, Hitomi and Hiashi were also expecting a son. And so Hinata became a boy.

Seeing her mother suddenly giving attention to Hiashi, to someone other than herself, Hinata's face pulled down into a childish frown. Her mother was hers. As the daughters have to marry the father when the mother dies, same goes on the other gender, the son would have to marry their mother if the father dies. And Hinata, fully believing that she was a boy, have started to fantasize about marrying Hitomi, the most faithful and most beautiful playmate Hinata have ever had.

"Look at how father holds his sword. He's so manly, isn't he? Do the same Hinata-kun!" Another excited smile broke out of Hitomi, she was glancing admirably at Hiashi from time to time, which was the last straw. Hinata snapped.

A child's battle cry "AAARGH!" came from Hinata as she charged at Hiashi. Her little soft hands were having difficulty in holding and lifting an adult's sword, which was taller than her. An upward, diagonal slash was delivered by Hiashi, and he was not holding back, because this child killed his son. He watched with a steely face as Hinata pathetically blocked, with tightly shut eyes. She was on the verge of crying once more, losing her little burst of courage. Even though Hinata managed to block, the hit was still too powerful for her, and it sent her flying several metres back.

That was the first of Hinata's daily training. It's daily torture if you asked her.

Three Years Later

At thirteen years old, Hinata was easily one of the promising young swordsmen, but still not as good as Neji. Neji would be an elegant sabre, while Hinata was the dull kitchen knife, if you compared them. Neji was so out of their league that they have not seen him in person. He was always on an intense training with his father. Putting strength aside, Hinata was in the same ranks as Neji, when it comes to popularity among the young girls.

"Hinata-kun, would you marry me when we grow up?" One Hyuuga girl with dark brown hair braved to ask.

"I…I already love someone. I'm sorry…" Hinata tried to deny the girl's affection as gently as she could. She was looking down as she said sorry, feeling guilty for hurting the pretty girl, who ran away—sniffing—with her innocent broken heart.

"Hey Hinata-kun…" A new person hummed from behind. "Hitomi!" Hinata shouted gleefully, and then proceeded on the glomp attack, which Hitomi responded to with a fond giggle and a loving hug. Hinata blushed as she buried head between Hitomi's soft chests. She simply loves how comfy they felt, just like a pillow, but Hitomi's chests were much better. It was short-lived, however, when Hinata felt the tightness in her throat as she was yanked away from Hitomi. When she turned around, she found Hiashi towering over her.

"Get ready for your first real battle. You and the others are now official Hyuuga mercenaries." Hiashi spoke as he made his way beside Hitomi. The "others" that Hiashi referred to were Neji and the rest of the boys of the same age.

"Yes sir, Hiashi sir!" Hinata stood in attention, with her chin held up and her back straight.

Satisfied with Hinata's response, Hiashi dismissed her with no signal, whatsoever. He just turned his full attention on Hitomi, with his hand resting affectionately on her belly. He whispered something on her ear which made her cheeks turn a lovely pink, accompanied by a beautiful smile. Hitomi was glowing these days. But Hinata couldn't appreciate it very much because of Hiashi. Hinata wanted to huff loudly, but she suppressed it and to leave instead.

Maybe she should forget about ever marrying Hitomi. Hiashi was always around and she had accepted Hiashi as a father long ago. Maybe she should look at other girls instead? It made her think about the pretty girl she had rejected earlier. Would that girl still like Hinata?

Hinata was busy with her musings and didn't realise when her feet unconsciously dragged her on an open field. There was a young person present. Hinata noticed the person after breaking out of her thoughts. The person's back was turned to her and she can see the person's lovely chocolate hair, which flowed softly behind "her" back.

'It's a girl…' She decided, giving finality just because "she" has long hair.

"Swoosh…" A sword reflected the sunlight as it smoothly cut through thin air.

'A girl with a sword?..."

Hinata stared, unblinking, her big eyes sparking as heat rose to her face. A new object of affection brought the beat back in her young heart.

Did anyone guessed what this fic is based off? 8[)

I'm still not certain whether to continue this, because of the thing that I added; the tradition of marrying. It really happened a long time ago on some clans/families/tribe, I don't remember it clearly. You can just Google it if you want 8[)

xD