Chapter One: Haruno Sakura

Her pale face and midnight blue hair was stained with the blood of a cherry blossom. Eyes wide open from anger and sadness that turned into shock. She killed her. And she couldn't stop grinning.

She killed the bitch.

Hyuuga Hinata Killed Haruno Sakura.

But what caused the small, innocent, and scared Hinata to brutally kill Sakura in a way too graphic to describe that would even make the most stoic of ninja react in a most embarrassingly, afraid way. How could shy, little Hinata … kill at all?

It was all because of that whore Sakura. She triggered her own death by the rage and wrath of a Hyuuga.

Sakura knew Hinata liked Naruto. That's why she kissed him.

Sakura knew Hinata's love. That's why she accepted his marriage proposal.

Sakura knew Hinata's lust. That's why she made him fuck her every, single night.

…And Hinata would only tremble when she heard Sakura moaning his name, and Hinata would silently scream, and cry when she heard him shout out Sakura's name as he came. As if they weren't beasts enough.

All because Sasuke denied her, and said he'd prefer Hinata or Ino over her.

But she couldn't bring herself to hate Sasuke. After all, he used words, but Sakura used actions.

Hinata walked away from the indistinguishable corpse covered in its own blood and guts. She held something in her hand that was still beating, beating with her own charka.

She ran to Naruto as quickly as she could so that all the freshly spilt blood wouldn't leak out, and so she could show him that she was better than that slutty bitch.

She knocked on his door in all her sanguine glory, and as he opened the door he was met with a fresh beating heart and a psychotic looking Hinata covered in dried blood that cracked and peeled off.

"What happened? What's this?"

"This is her heart. I thought you might like it"

"Who's her?"

"How wonderful. You do not even know that your own wife's heart is beating in my hand."

"W-What? You killed her?" The blonde haired boy started crying. Pathetic.

"I wouldn't use the word 'kill' it sounds so childish-"

"But why?

"You wanted her heart; she gave you her filthy body. She never wanted to love you. She only used you as a substitute for Sasuke. But I love you, so if you wanted her heart-"

"Get out." She was stunned by his serious tone.

"But wh-"

"I Hate You!"

"What? But-"

"I HATE YOU! GET OUT! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!"

The Hyuuga heiress went silent and simply dropped the disgusting object on the floor right in front of him, and she started to walk away. The small scroll inside of it exploded when the last bit of charka used to sustain it was used up. A small explosion with only a six inch radius. She heard him shout in agony as the organ burned before his very eyes into tiny ash in the wind.

Now Sakura's heart was as broken and burnt as Hinata's but just not as hurt.

She disappeared in a cloud of smoke and reappeared at the entrance of the inner Hyuuga mansion, blank faced, not a smile nor a frown on her perfect mask, but the tears wouldn't stop flowing.

Briskly, she walked to her room, leaving rouge footsteps behind as she walked between the hallways ignoring the looks and stares she got from the other clan members.

She opened the door, entered her room, slammed it closed and locked it, went to her bathroom and took all her clothes off and sat in the bath tub. She turned on the hot water letting it fill the tub. Three snow white water lilies sat upon a polished black dish by the edge of the bathtub.

Hinata picked up a flower and started taking off the petals. 'He hates me. He hates me, he hates me.' His last words echoing in her broken heart. Each a petal in the hot water. And she did this to the other two lilies repeating to herself like the first.

And smiled.

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It kind of twisted I know. It's for a friend who loves Hinata.