I've had this idea on my mind for about 2 weeks now and it won't leave me alone. So here I am writing this tory for you people who have no lives and like to read this crap. Oh, please take notice of the warning. Thanks!

Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto… There would be no Sakura. End of story.

WARNINGS: Possible Sakura bashing, incest, and slight religious beliefs. Any flames on any of these topics will be used to help me set my 'friends' house on fire. Alright now kiddies, on with the story.

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Hinata woke up to the barely auditable sound of her phone alarm vibrating on the wooden nightstand. She turned her body away from the alarm and towards her father's bare chest. She felt empty waking up almost every morning like this. Before she even realized it her father had wrapped his arms around her thin waist and pulled her close to him.

"Haruna…" (A/N I don't know her mom's name so I just used a random Japanese woman's name. sorry) He mumbled. Hinata flinched. He did it again. He called her by her mother's name. She let out a small yawn and then spoke, "N-no father. It's Hinata. I n-need to go now. C-can you p-please release me?" He responded with a nod and she felt his arms let go of her. Hinata sat up and reached for her still vibrating alarm and turned it off. She stood up and walked over to the closet and grabbed her grey fuzzy robe to cover her naked body. Once tied around her she rushed out the room and to her own.

She quietly but quickly closed the door behind her. Hinata looked to the side of her that had a shelf full of pictures. She looked at all the pictures. The first one was of her when she was just 10 years old. She was standing in between her two best friends Shino and Kiba. She felt her hand reach for the picture and she held it close to her. It's been years since she has seen either boy. She placed down the picture and moved on. The next one was of her and her mother. Hinata was 6 years old, sitting in her mother's lap. Hinata smiled a sad smile. Its feels like only yesterday her mother was killed. She remembered her father opening the door to find a policeman on their porch, then seeing her father nod and close the door only to fall on his knees. Hinata had been 13 and have been growing up to see your father always so strong; it was pretty difficult to see him become so weak so quickly. Of course, she didn't exactly know what had happened. Only after had she joined her father on the floor.

Hinata turned to look at the time, 6:13a.m. She placed the photo down and walked over to her dresser. She began shuffling through her piles of sweaters and sweat pants and jeans. She decided on a pair of black sweat pants and a red sweater that was about 3 sizes too big. Then she grabbed some undergarments and walked to the bathroom her and her younger sister, Hanabi, shared. She turned on the shower and peeled off her robe. She stepped in and let her body soak before grabbing a cloth and scrubbing her body. After the suds went down the drain she grabbed the shampoo and lathered her hair and finished up her shower with a face wash. AS she stepped out she felt the cold air hit her like a wave. She quickly grabbed a white towel and placed it around her voluptuous frame. Hinata dried off and slipped on her clothes. Then looking in the mirror she pulled her hair into a tight ponytail and placed her glasses on her face. She really didn't need them but she always felt more…invisible when she wore them. Now Hinata never paid much attention to looks. She was worried she might get obsessed with looking good and end up like all the other A-class popular girls at her school. So she never used any make-up.

Stepping out if the bathroom she walked to her sisters room and crouched down at the side of her sister's bed. She gently shook her sister's shoulder and told her to get showered and ready for school. Hanabi nodded then sat up begrudgingly. Hinata walked out and made her way to the kitchen.

After 20minutes, Hinata was setting down two plates that had toast and eggs on them. She sat down and began to eat. Her sister came to the kitchen and joined her. They ate in silence. Not much was ever spoken between the two girls. It wasn't like they had a bad relationship or anything. No, in fact they had a really good relationship. Ever since their mother died and their father has begun his merciless acts upon his eldest daughter, they have counted on each other to keep them stable. They both confided in each other when needed. Hinata remembered the first night her father raped her. She felt so confused and lost. That night she crawled into her sister's bed and held her sister, just feeling the comfort of another presence. Though she tried hard to keep her sister from knowing, her sister eventually found out and had begun to hate her father. Over the years the hate has died along with the hope that things could change, and that was the last thing Hinata wanted to see in her sisters eyes.

Hinata looked up from her plate and saw her sister had rarely touched her food. Hanabi also looked up and into her sister's eyes. "Do you think Father will ever get better?" Hinata didn't have an answer. She didn't have an answer because she knew deep down there was nothing wrong with their father. He was just a confused and lost man, but Hinata still hoped that maybe he would just wake up and see what was really happening around him. "Hanabi, I t-think its b-best we head t-to school now." She gave her a small smile and picked up both their plates.

No later than 10 minutes were they at the end of the driveway saying their goodbyes. They both wished they could walk to school together but Hanabi went to elementary school on the east side of the neighborhood, while Hinata's was on the west. "Hinata, are you sure you want to go to school today? You look a little worn out." Hinata just shook her head, mumbled 'I'm fine' and turned the other way to walk toward her school. Hanabi sighed and began her journey of another day.

Hinata walked down the road she's come to love. Hinata loved being able to have time to herself and walking to school was the only time she had. The familiar scent of the small restaurant around the corner filled her nostrils. It was a small family owned business owned by family that lived near her house. They were really big on breakfast so they always had a crowd in the morning full of kids walking to school or the hectic adults attempting to make 8 o'clock meeting on time.

Only two blocks away from the school and she had only 3minutes until her first period bell rang. Panicking she started sprinting towards the school. As soon as she stepped through the main doors the bell went off. She mentally cursed herself as she made her way to ASL (American Sign Language. I just thought his would be a fun class to put her in). It will be her second detention this past two months. She didn't do anything bad for those detentions; she just was really bad a managing time. When she reached her class room she looked to floor and walked in. She could feel the heated stares and heard the hushed whispers about her. Hinata knew everyone saw her as the freak, the loner, and the silent. Yes, she's heard all those and more. She really didn't mind the silent one. After all it was true. That's why she was in ASL. She thought if she didn't have to voice it she could sign it.

"G-gomen Kurenai- sense, I-I wasn't a-aware of t-the t-time and I-I lost t-track…" Her sentence drifted off when she looked up. A substitute. There was a freaking substitute. She looked to her class mates who had their hands over their mouths trying to cover their snickers. Her face turned a deep crimson as she felt very humiliated. She looked back towards the substituted who smiled at her and pointed to the last seat available. It was all the way in the back next to no other than loud and obnoxious Rock Lee. Hinata wanted to cry. It wasn't that she had anything against him, no not at all. She in fact liked him. He was the only one that actually took time to notice her. They became friends but not exactly close friends. She just didn't feel like starting her morning out with flashy smiles and speeches about youth.

Hinata made her way to the back where she took the seat next to him. She mumbled a small 'good morning' and looked to the screen for the warm up.

Crap.

It was to sign to your partner the entire period. Hinata has never been more thankful that they have not learned the term 'youthful'. She turned to face Lee who was flashing a smile. (Signs will be in italics)

'Good Morning, Lee.'

'Good Morning, Hinata. How was your night?'

'It was same as every night. What about yours?'

'My night was good.'

It carried on like this for the rest of the class. Hinata was thankful there was no talking in that class. It made her morning a little bit more enjoyable than having to hear the annoying squeals of the 'popular' girls and what guys they liked or how good they 'banged ' them. It made Hinata feel sick the way they had just tossed their bodies around, but Hinata was not one to state her opinion. She stayed quiet and tried to be as invisible as possible.

When the bell rang Lee was up and out of his seat heading toward his favorite class. Gym. He was most certainly a curious case. Hinata numbly stood up from her seat grabbed he things and walked out the classroom. She made her way to her locker staying close to the walls as possible. She bumped shoulders with a few people but managed to make it safely without running into them.

Hinata typed in her combo and opened her locker. She then reached to her side to grab her ASL binder out of her bag, and as soon as she opened her bag and grabbed the binder her locker slammed shut she tilted her head a little and saw flashes of red, pink, and blonde.

"Would you look at this girls," a nasally voice called, "the little mouse thought she could avoid us." Hinata cringed as she felt freshly manicured finger nails press under her chin and force her to face the three girls. The one who had spoken earlier and was presently holding her chin was known as Sakura. Sakura had bubble gum hair and dazzling emerald eyes. Hinata thought she would be very pretty if only she didn't have her cover-up cracking on her face making it look like her eyes were covered in wrinkles. Or maybe if she lightened up the mascara, then maybe her eyelashes wouldn't be caked together.

"Sakura, look at her. She's trembling underneath your touch. Bet you she wants you to touch her more in other areas." Karin, the red-head, spat, lacing every word with venom. Now Karin wasn't much for make-up but then it probably wouldn't help even if she did wear some. She just wasn't all that pretty. Her face was thin as was her nose with her glasses always at the edge of her nose making her look like one of those librarians you saw.

"Gross, you mean she's lesbo?" Ino said while making a disgusted face at her. Ino was the average blonde with blue eyes. Nothing special about her. She always held her hair in a high ponytail and her bangs covered half her face. She wore the average amount of make-up. But between these girls Hinata felt plain. Hinata had midnight blue hair and pale lavender eyes that had no pupils, giving her almost a creepy look. "If she is I bet she has tons of STD's." Ino smirked.

Hinata always tried to look for the best in people, but with Ino… There was nothing good about her she was rude, conceited and always looking for someone to put down. Sakura quickly pulled her hand away,

"Gross. I can't believe I touched her." Sakura whined. This was the daily thing. They would make fun of her, thinking she was a lesbian for never having a boyfriend. Hinata didn't mind the name calling, but the thing that bothered her was how rudely they spoke of lesbians. She wasn't lesbian but she knew of an elderly woman how was and she was always very friendly to her. So she had nothing against homosexual people. Of course after they were done they would tell her she was disgusting then take her money and go. "Anyways mouse, where's our money?"

Hinata pulled out the 50 dollars and handed it over. She watched as they counted to money then began to walk away. Karin threw a wave over her shoulder. "Thanks, mouse. We'll see you later today."

Later today?

Did that mean they had more planned than just the usual? Hinata sighed. It was most certainly going to be a long day.

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Okay there you have it! I am officially done with the first chapter. Now here's what I need you, the readers, to do, I need you guys to let me know if:

My story was good enough and if I should continue?

And who should Hinata end up with?

Here are your choices for couples:

KibaxHinata

SasukexHinata

GaaraxHinata

ShinoxHinata

NarutoxHinata (Although I prefer not to... but if you guys want it I guess I can make a sacrifice)

Or if you have more ideas that would be great. Just leave your votes in a REVIEW or PM me your vote. Also this is just to see if I should keep going. After this I'm going to spend time getting a few chapters typed before publishing the next. So if updating takes longs it's because I at LEAST want to get 5 chapters typed before I update. But yeah… That's it.