Chapter 1: Meeting Her

Disclaimer: I will never ever ever own Naruto!


Hinata squirmed in her comfy futon, feeling restless. Her skinny legs ached from intense training her father had put her through. Entering the Academy gave him another reason to beat her sensless during their spars. She wouldn't call them spars, though. More like he punched her around like a rag doll and she let him. It was so horrible, that Hyuuga medics stood nearby ready to heal her wounds. There was the mental wounds that would never leave her though. Hinata inhaled sharply at the feelings of despair sitting heavily on her chest. She yearned for company, someone to assure her that she would be fine. A warm embrace or an affectionate kiss she had seen parents do to their children.

Life was terrible.

Tears pricked at her eyes and she quickly scrubbed at them. Crying every night did her no good. It only made the ache in the pit of her heart hurt more. Her father couldn't stand her and she couldn't stand this.

Hinata crept out of the luxurious futon and soundlessly padded out of the depressing room. She activated her byakugan and searched the house for any guards or maids. The kitchen staff were scrubbing pots and pans and the maids were folding the laundry. She let out a small breath of relief. There were no guards expect for the ones standing next to the clan gates, waiting to attack intruders. The servants weren't allowed to use their byakugan, courtesy of her damned father.

She internally gasped at her thoughts and silently prayed for forgiveness for her wretched thinking. Why would I even think something like that? It was absurd to curse her fathers name and she would get a good beating if her father ever heard her.

Hinata shook her head and continued out toward the door that would lead her away from her nightmare of a home. She silently put on her sandals and took off her slippers, easily sneaking out. The biting wind hit her with great force, knocking her off her feet. She stumbled back inside and retrieved her coat, entering the cold winds with protection this time. Hinata wandered off to the secret spot she had found, away from the guards prying eyes. She trudged towards the little hole in the ground that led to the outside. It was right under the gates and big enough for a body to fit through. She had discovered it many nights ago when she had wandered restlessly in her backyard. Every day she came home from the Academy she would dig out more until it would be ready to enter. Tonight, it was ready.

She exhaled and watched her breath become wispy shadows of white. She was sneaking out, disobeying her clan. The notion filled her with anxiety and excitement. Being the heiress meant she was sheltered from the rest of the world and she only traversed to the Academy and her clan grounds. Even then, she was accompanied by a guard watching her every move. Now, she would be alone to explore Konoha even if only for a single night. She timidly moved her limbs and slowly wiggled through the hole. Her body fit perfectly and she continued crawling forward, excited to start her journey.

Hinata was met with the starry sky when she made it out.

She felt breathless and oddly giddy. I'm free! No one to watch me anymore! Hinata went forward, onto the gravely paths to the center of Konoha. Even from here she could see the bright lights and cheery atmosphere. It called to her and she started running with all her might, free from everything. A true, genuine smile began to show on her face and no one was there to correct her informal behavior. Hinata had longed to feel this since she was born.

Bright lights and laughter reached her senses until she walked right in the middle of all of it. Children happily walked with their parents, shinobi drank and ate with their comrades, and adults laughed and merrily sipped their green tea. Konoha was alive and Hinata was witnessing it for the first time. She walked through the swarm of bodies and stared in awe at the cute shops and delicious food being served. Her tummy growled at the sweet scents and she wandered into a small tea shop, the lights attracting her attention.

Hinata pushed opened the door and seated her self on a stool, eyes scanning the menu. Should I get dango or cinnamon buns? Or both? She patted the change that was in her pocket and figured she could purchase both.

A blonde haired waitress walked her way with a warm smile. "Welcome to Chika's Tea Shop, what would you like to order?"

"An order of dango and a cinnamon bun, please," she answered timdily, though shocking herself by not stuttering once.

The waitress nodded and dashed away to retrieve her order. Hinata patiently waited and scanned the near empty tea shop. There was only a few people at the establishment, an elderly couple and a lone purple haired woman that was ferociously eating dango. She eyed the woman warily and turned her back to the lady, just in time to come face to face with her treats.

"Ah, t-thank you," Hinata thanked the waitress before taking a bite out of her sweet bun.

She gave a relieved sigh at the flavor and distantly planned on sneaking out more. Hinata would happily disobey her clan to explore Konoha by herself, to experience more moments like that. After her mother's death, she didn't know who to confide in. Her cousin Neji hated her and wanted nothing to do with the pale eyed heiress. Hinata's step mother was a with and she disliked the woman with all her being, only having sympathy for her little sister that was soon to be born. All in all, she had no one.

Pathetic.

She tugged at her black jacket and continued devouring her cinnamon bun, licking the icing from her fingers.

"Are you gonna eat that?"

Hinata jumped at the sudden noise and whipped her head to find the purple haired woman she saw earlier staring intently at her stick of dango. She shifted uncomfortably and pushed the plate toward the woman. The woman grinned gratefully at her and inhaled the sweet balls in seconds. Hinata just watched in amazement as the female licked the stick clean.

"Wow, that definitely hit the spot. What's your name Hyuuga?" the female inquired already ordering another plate of dango.

Hinata bristled at the woman's questioned, but forgot that any intelligent person could tell she was a Hyuuga. Her silver eyes were basically screaming she had the Byakugan.

"Er, H-Hyuuga Hinata, miss," she answered with a squeak.

The woman chortled at her answer and gave Hinata an affectionate slap on the back, frightening the poor girl. "Ha! Miss, huh? You're the first Hyuuga I don't hate. I'm Anko, kid."

"U-Um t-thank you?" Hinata flushed with embarrassment and slight fear of Anko.

Anko grinned sharply at the Hyuuga heiress. "Since you gave me your dango, come see me again one day. Oh, and I'd leave soon if I were you, your eyes are just begging to be stolen, kid."

She blanched at the warning and slapped money on the table before rushing out of the shop, only giving Anko a nervous wave before running back home.

Anko was right. Next time, I need to hide my eyes somehow before venturing out at night. It hadn't even been a long time since my kidnapping.

Hinata moved at a fast pace and crept closer to her compound, her makeshift hole in the ground coming into view. She wormed her way into the hole and pushed herself from the ground once she was on the other side. With a breath of relief, she sneaked to the main house and silently opened the door, stealth skills coming into play. Her hands slowly closed it, only a soft thud sounding from the movement. The pale eyed girl removed her shoes and jacket before soundlessly going to her room.

Once in the security of her room, Hinata settled back into her futon and smiled slightly. Excluding the strange encounter with Anko, she had enjoyed herself greatly.

I am definitely doing that again.


The next following days Hinata took in stride. She dealt with her fathers intense spars and didn't back down once despite the exhaustion she had felt. She even went as far as asking Ko to train her. The bodyguard had gently explained to the girl why he could not and Hinata almost threw a fit. She couldn't train with her entrusted caretaker since it was her fathers duty to train his child.

It almost made her laugh at that statement. Her father never took the time to explain the basics to her, but still expected her to get top scores at the Academy and beat him in their spars. She was only five years old! How was she expected to be the best when no one showed her the way?

It made Hinata angry, an emotion she was not accustomed to feeling. It had been slight prick to her heart and then slowly grew into a fast-spreading inferno.

She glared at the kitchen floor and chewed angrily on her rice. The servants had been cautious of her strange behavior and made sure everything was in order, not sure how the heiress would react when irritated. Not wanting to find out, they meekly excused themselves and watched from a distance.

"Come see me again one day."

How? She was confined to her stuffy compound and Ko would be glued to her side everywhere she went. It was pretty obvious Anko was a shinobi from her attire and perception of things, but it would be hard to seek the woman out for training.

"Hinata-sama, it is time to go to the Academy. Please gather your things," Ko called out, already ready to go.

Well...I could skip class. No no no! What if I got caught? No, because I would have an excuse, right? I could simply say that Anko seeked me out for more training and explain to father that she is a teacher at the Academy.

It was true, Hinata had seen the woman in the large halls of the Academy, teaching an older class of soon-to-be genin.

Hinata pondered hard on whether or not to skip and inevitably lie to her father or endure the spars, continuing to be weak.

The answer was clear. Any level-headed person would know the obvious pick.

"Ah, I-I'm coming, Ko-san," she replied, moving from her chair and hurrying to retrieve her things.

Hinata slipped on her shoes before exiting the door that was being currently held open. She smiled at Ko and they began the walk to the Academy, her nerves wanting to jump out of her skin for what she planned on doing.

Sneaking out and now skipping class? I'm going to hell.

With a gulp, she held on to Ko's hand and watched the passerby's of Konoha walk by, on their way to work. The sun was shining brightly and the clouds were clear, conveying a theme of security even though Hinata very well knew what she was going to do was wrong.

As the buildings of the Academy came into view and swarms of children wandered the courtyard, Hinata let go of her bodyguards grip, sending him a false smile.

"T-Thank you Ko-san, I will see you in the afternoon."

Ko's mouth curved up and he gave her an affectionate head pat. "Have a good day, Hinata-sama."

After her goodbye to Ko, she dashed to the front building, pretending to enter until Ko was out of sight. He lingered until she was next to the entrance before hopping on to a roof and rushing away.

Hinata sighed and crept to the back of the Academy, praying no one would notice her. That's silly. No one ever notices me. She hid behind the tall building until she heard the gaggle of children dim and silence met her senses. Just to be sure, she activated her Byakugan and searched the area for human bodies, thankfully finding none. Ko wasn't near the area either.

The young heiress deactivated her dojutsu and ran from her hiding spot, quickly finding the mass of Konoha citizens and became a nameless face in the crowd. Her objective was to once again enter Chika's Tea Shop and hopefully track down the woman for training. If not, Hinata was worried what would become of her if she didn't become stronger.

She needed to be strong for the sake of her clan and fufill her dream of removing the branding of the Branch Family, absolutely horrified at the treatment they received. Only Hinata could put her dream into motion and she needed to earn her clans respect first.

With a huff, she opened the doors of the tea shop and was met with a familiar woman rapidly reordering plates of dango, chugging sake at the same time.

Hinata gave a sigh of relief and approached the woman, steeling her nerves and trying to form some sort of confidence from herself. It partially worked.

"E-Er Anko-san?" she questioned the kunoichi, thumbs twiddling nervously.

Anko turned around, dango stuck between her teeth and managed to give a sharp grin. "Hyuuga! You came back, didn't ya? Interested in a sexy woman such as me?"

Hinata's face flushed at the comment and she vigorously shook her head. "I-I was thinking m-maybe you could...train me?"

She stared a hole into the floor and awaited Anko's response, desperately hoping she would agree.

"And why would you want that? Don't you have people at your beck and call to teach and train you?" Anko questioned with a raised eyebrow.

The pale eyed girl met the woman's eye and frowned slightly. "My father is the only one who is a-allowed to train m-me and he only spars with me, not lowering the use of his strength or teaching me. S-so I thought maybe you could."

"So you need someone to train you, huh?" Anko chewed thoughtfully on her ball of stick dango and contemplated the girl's request.

Hinata nodded shakily, spirits low, but hopes high.

"Do you, by any chance have a talent in making dango?"


It seemed Anko was content enough with the dango Hinata made her to train her during the afternoons. The heiress had lied to her father and requested permission to 'take extracurricular lessons after school hours because her teacher thought she was talented'. Her father had been slightly miffed, but Hinata had provided a fake note she had procured from Anko and he reluctantly agreed.

Now, she stood in front of the woman that was supposed to teach her for her first training session.

Anko stood in front of her with a ton of weapons, some the girl had never even seen before. The kunoichi had been setting up and extracted a vial of liquid from her pouch, before dousing it on all the weapons.

"So, ready for your first lesson, kid? I'm not gonna go easy on ya just 'cause your the heiress, Hyuuga!" Anko chortled, a dangerous gleam shining in her eye.

"U-Um o-okay," Hinata replied nervously, stance opened, but nerves frazzled from curiousity

"Insult me."

Hinata gaped at her new Sensei and her features became puzzled with confusion. "Uh, w-what?"

Anko smirked and picked up a weapon from her pile. "Yikes! Time's up, try again!" she shouted before shooting a kunai at her face, not announcing her attack.

Hinata paled at the incoming attack and rushed to dodge the weapon, pulling her own kunai out and hitting the airborne object.

"Oh, did I forget to mention they're covered in a deadly poison? Whoops, silly me! Now, insult me Hyuuga and I'll stop!" Anko yelled before launching a horde of poison dripped weapons her way.

The young girl yelped and hit the incoming weapons, feeling her arms becoming tired already.

"U-Um, your shoes are unclean?!" she squeaked, still dodging the sharp objects that wanted to pierce her.

"Not good enough! Show me some anger, Hyuuga!"

Anger? All I feel is fear!

Hinata watched on with horror as one of the projectiles tore at her long sleeved shirt, narrowly missing her skin. She blanched and realized Anko was serious about not going easy on her. With a newfound panic, she spouted out all the insults she could think of.

"Your clothes are very revealing for a young kunoichi!"

"Um, you eat too much dango!"

"You are terrifying!"

Anko smirked at the insults and tilted her head. "Mmm, good try, but not good enough!"

Hinata shrieked at the top of her longs when the weapons came at full force, almost twice as much flying toward her. She struggled to keep them at bay with her flimsy kunai and felt her muscles flexing and twisting sharply as she moved to dodge them.

Anko sighed, realizing her tactic was not working and decided to try a different route. "Ha! For an heiress you're weak! No wonder you had to seek training from someone else, I bet your father couldn't stand those spars with you!" she shouted, hoping to entice a reaction from the girl.

The heiress's eyes widened at the harsh comments and she felt tears spring to her eyes, but she pushed them back suddenly feeling a new feeling bubble inside of her.

Anger.

Hinata shamelessly glared at the woman in front of her and blocked the weapons with a new form of adrenaline, her limbs moving quicker as she twisted her kunai in the air.

"Weak? I am not weak!" she defended herself, glaring daggers at the kunoichi.

Weak. Everyone believes I am weak and cannot do anything for myself. I'll just show them I'm the opposite!

"That's the spirit!" Anko cheered as she continued the onslaught of her attack.

Hinata huffed hard with unhidden anger, harshly shoving the weapons out of her way and inching slowly to Anko. A part of herself knew she was being toyed with so the woman could see her true talent, but she didn't care and wanted to prove herself worthy.

Slowly, the weapon throwing ceased and Hinata stood with her now blunted kunai, hissing in irritation and panting from exhaustion.

"First lesson: Don't take shit from anybody."

She wiped the sweat from her forehead and nodded seriously at the woman, taking her lesson into account.

She's right. If I let everyone step on me, the clan will never come close to seeing me as strong.

"Do you feel enlightened? Angered and pumping with adrenaline? If not, I don't think this set up is going to work out," Anko explained, scratching her neck with a sigh.

"What do you think?" Hinata inquired with a low voice, not even stuttering once.

Anko smirked.

And so, began the dynamic duo that would rock Konoha's population and make history.


A/N: Wow, wow, wow! I really enjoyed writing this! I certainly hoped whoever read this enjoys as well. The concept for this story appeared when I was watching the alternate world and the alternate Hinata. I thought to myself, what would happen if Hinata was trained by someone like Anko, who is slightly psychotic and doesn't take crap from no one? You'll get to find out the answer for yourself. ;)

-me :D