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Author remembered something about fanfiction telling about author's note. I'm so sorry about last night. There really was a party from the neighborhood. Such a distraction. I'm not high anymore. Also fixed some minor errors. :)
Hey guys, guess who's back? XD Uka, my dog will be joining us in our journey!
Uka: ...k.
He's a mixed Finnish Spitz with some breed I don't know. You don't know how much I missed my dear readers so much! That's why I was gritting my teeth and biting my nails the past week deciding if I should publish this story or not. Well, guess what... I couldn't help myself so here it is!
This time! I have a very special partner with me who flourishes, beautifies, and proofread the chapters of this story. Give him a round of applause... Serious Sam-san! (He's my Beta in other words. Hihihi. I'm such a happy little girl.) I'm really glad that he agreed to work with me in this story. If you don't know him or if you still haven't stumbled on his own masterpiece "My Precious People", then you should look it up right now 'coz it's freakishly awesome!
Okay then. I hope to see familiar readers in this story. And I would like to thank all of you who supported Beyond an Heiress' Purpose! Ahhh! I feel so loved~
Please stay with me until the end of this new story. :)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Naruto... yeah. I cry every time.
Sanctuary of the Wounded
Kidnapping the Hyuga heiress was a success and it brought great turmoil to the clan. News traveled that the Kumogakure ninjas involved with the kidnapping were attacked as they attempted to return to their village, and no survivors were found alive…not even the heiress. However after several years, a Ninja Hero manages to find her…in an abandoned laboratory.
Prologue
"Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces."
-Richard Kadrey
As long as I'm around…you will never find happiness.
A dark, sadistic voice rang in her head again, as it had for a countless number of times before. Pale, lavender eyes shot open, struggling to see the source of the sound – knowing all too well that her efforts would be futile. Ever since that event – she refused to call it for what it was, thinking it would only make the memory stronger –this dark, cruel and sinister voice echoed through her mind whenever she had moments of lucidity and peace. When there were times she could imagine herself far from here, safe and happy.
Beads of sweat formed along her smooth skin, trailing down her beautiful pale face in rivulets as the drops grew larger. Arms weak, she struggled to sit up on her futon, reaching for the lamp beside her. She turned it on, dimly illuminating her small, confining room – which had also doubled as her prison during her time here.
Everything had been going well for the entire week.
For so many years… she never thought that she would be able to feel this way again.
To feel cared about, other than as an experiment… to feel happy, surrounded by joy…
And to feel loved, and love in return…
She was willing to throw away the past several years, never allowing them to haunt her or cause her fear anymore. She was willing to banish those thoughts – forget everything that made her feel weak and defenseless. She was willing to move on and start anew…a life born again, the future uncertain and full of wonder, putting the trauma of her painful past behind her.
Whatever needed to be erased, she would erase. Whatever needed to be forgotten, she would forget.
You will never be able to get rid of me…
The voice rang in her head again and a shiver ran over her flesh, giving her goosebumps from the grating tone and underlying hiss. Even though she could only hear it, she also could feel the sinister intent. She could almost see the smirk on its face, mocking her hopes and dreams, laughing at her predicament, finding pleasure in causing her fear. For two straight nights it had spoken to her, promising unknown horrors in such a way that she would quiver in fear and hug her knees… making the memories of all the suffering and pain she had gone through the last fifteen years seem fresh and new. And just as it had many times before, the horrible voice had succeeded again this very night.
She curled her knees close and buried her face in them, placing her hands on both of her ears in an attempt to block her out – but the effort was in vain. Crystal clear, it was making her remember those memories that she wished badly to forget.
A blinding light. A maniacal chuckle. Screams. Other people's screams. Her own screams. Blood. Cursing. Explosions. Pitch black.
And no one ever cared.
She shut her eyes tightly, breathing heavily until she was hyperventilating, her whole body trembling in fear of those memories that haunted her every waking moment.
She had always been weak.
She had always been easy to break.
All she had ever been able to do was cry and hide and plead for mercy.
It was a deal, my lovely dear…
The voice echoed in her mind once again, freezing her on the spot.
Hinata, you and I… forever, we are bound and you cannot do anything about it.
She inhaled sharply when she suddenly felt an indescribable pain on her left shoulder. It was a pain new to her and far worse than any other she had suffered in that horrible place. Her weak, fragile body fell back on her futon as she writhed in agony. She could not even find her voice to scream out for help – the only thing she could do was endure the pain until darkness overtook her mind and body.
No one will ever be able to save you from me.
To be continued…
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That's it for the first one! Tell me what you think, please.
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