I've had this idea for awhile, but just barely writing it down. Just so you know it's a naruhina sasusaku story and is au.
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING! Only a Hinata plushie on my pillow. -_-
In the italics: voice over thoughts
*…*…*…*…*…*…* Hinata's POV*…*…*…*…*…*…*
I don't know when I first started hearing the voices inside others heads…
I strained to look out the window of the current family limo we were using, but they were tinted so dark it was impossible to see through. Sighing in defeat, I turn to listening to my father's thoughts hoping to get a clue of where he might be taking me. Unfortunately he was smarter than that, he didn't really believe I could hear thoughts, but he was taking no chances. Instead he thought of stocks and things like, "I need to fire that one maid" or "business is up, maybe I should make a new branch," information that me, a five year old girl, wouldn't even hope to understand.
Maybe it was when I began to talk and started answering questions that no one had said aloud…
I had almost hoped that the driver would be thinking of where we were going, but then I found out that he was getting turn by turn directions from another source. I sighed again; my father was taking no chances. This time I turned to my father and tried to push a thought into his head, thankfully I didn't have to try hard to make it stick, "where are we going?" two breaths and he registered it, "yes, we're going to… to… no mustn't think. No chance, she's just crazy, but taking no chance… the shame of the Hyuuga Corporation…" I zoned out. His thoughts tend to hurt the little confidence I have. My father made it no secret that he didn't approve of me as heir. Instead I tried not to hear the voices of thought, but rather stare into oblivion, waiting for whatever fate brought me.
My father undoubtedly caught the maids whispering of this and came to a normal conclusion instead of accepting his daughter might be 'different'…
I didn't have to wait long, the limo's engines finally stopped, and I could feel the tension from my father release for a moment before building back up again. His eyes, pale purple that runs in the family, were cold and distant. Tell-tale wrinkles from the stresses of leading a major corporation were evident on his face. He was visibly steeling for what he was about to do. My door opened up and a saw my 'home' if you could call it that, for as long as my father dictated. I almost started to cry, my heart was in agonizing pain. It was a run down building with fading letters surrounded by an endless forest. Konoha Metal Institute.
And so he followed the advice of the assistants and sent me away…
But…
If he hadn't…
I would have never met him…
R&R