Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the canon characters. All other characters are mine.
Warning: This book will portray Hinata with a darker view of the world. Not everything is black and white. The book will show the darker aspects of the world as well. There will also be an increasing amount of subtle meanings in the book as well as the story develops as the plot thickens. You have been warned.
Previously:
A second cloaked figure appeared with the silent grace of a seasoned veteran. "But no matter, she will fetch a high price on the market. And really that's all that matters." One could only see the the crooked yellow teeth through his black mask.
The other kids fell silent long ago, listening on this seemingly interesting conversation. But then what else was there to do?
The burly male hesitated, lingering on her pale liliac eyes. "Are you sure? She seems to be blind." The unspoken need not be said. No one wanted a blind servant.
The he tall cloaked man chuckled. "All the better. She looks like an exotic princess descended to the earth. She'll be a looker in the future for sure. There be no end to the men who'll want her as a slave. Especially since she won't be able to run in her condition."
"Yes, indeed she will."
Chapter 2
Hinata curled her arms protectively around her body and huddled in the furthest corner of her jail. She just wanted to get away. To get away from the noise, from the people, from this place. Hell, she wanted to get away from everything!
She bit back a whimper as her nails drew blood. And damn it! She was a Shinobi! A Kunoichi! Not some bloody princess. So why was her body so fucking weak-that even digging her nails into her palms would cause so much pain?
A puddle of murky water stared back at her. Even in the darkness, she trace out the contour of her face. She could imagine the position of every bone and organ. That was the benefit of using the Byakugan since young. But with that, she also knew how weird she must look to them. How much she stood out like a sore thumb.
Even in the short moments of sunlight she had, she'd managed to catch a glimpse of the other children. They had brown hair, black hair, blonde hair and even hair as good as Naruto's, but nothing as outstanding as her dark lavender hair or pale lilac pupil-less eyes. She doubted that they even saw a Hyuga before her.
A little boy crawled up to her confirming this fact. Well, not little, he was taller than her now but compared to the kids she knew-she'd been, he was the equivalent of a drooling infant.
Perhaps this was what it was like to grow up in a land untouched by the horrors of war. The continued existence of innocence and naivety in their wide sparkling eyes. Oh how she missed those good old times when she had no burden but her own to speak of.
"Hello~" He trailed of smiling shyly at her as he grabbed the corner of her clothes to call her attention upon him, not that it was actually needed.
"Hello." She replied softly. She might not have mastered the language yet, but observing was what she did best. Under Kurenai-sensei's tutelage, her team had blossomed into a excellent tracking and information gathering team. There was no way she would let this language barrier deter her, even if she felt like giving up at times.
Imagine if she could learn the language and bring it back to Konoha! Then they would have an additional security to their codes- it was an entirely different language for heavens sake with what seemed like nonsensical syllabuses and most likely an entirely different grammar structure-and conversations even if it could be decoded with time and effort.
The little boy tugged at the long flowing hair, twirling a strand with his fingers, as if trying to estimate the 'realness' of it. "Is it natural?" His eyes were burning with curiosity.
"Yes." She whispered slowly, rolling the strange yet foreign sound around her tongue despite not fully comprehending the words that poured out of his lips. His question was as clear as day to her.
Hinata knew she had to play along even if it meant being meek and acting like a blind little girl which she disliked. Passionately. But for the sake of information gathering she had to. She could not afford to alienate any possible allies of hers or set off her guards, lowering her chances of escape. She swore they could sense disobedience like a bloodhound to its prey. As a blind, meek, girl, they would be more likely to forget her and allow her to fade into the shadows-as much as she could with her exotic looks anyway, she thought grimacing.
The very first thing she was going to do once she left would be to change her looks with a henge or draw up a seal. There was no way she could go around like this. It was like painting a bloody bullseye on her back. As of now, it was too late to change anything anyway.
The Byakugan-hime shoved those thought away for a later time, trying to reconnect to her inner self-meditating. And when she found it, she almost recoiled in dismay. Her coils were a absolute mess. Her spiritual energy was thrice the size of her physical energy-it seemed like they had travelled back with her, but it made sense in a weird sort of way as spiritual energy is increased through the development of a person's mental capability and the developmental ones' spirit while physical energy is derived from the amount of ATP each cell could produce which would increase with the amount of training they put their body under. The fitter they are, the more ATP each cell could produce and thus the more physical energy they'll have. Since she retained her memories, it would be natural that her spiritual charka, gathered from more than two decades worth of experience far outweighed her measly five year old body's physical energy production levels.
Sure, due to her pure-blood Hyuga lineage, her charka levels were already higher than normal and her control better than most, but this totally changed everything. Darn it. This meant that she would have to redo all her charka control exercises and most likely would be unable to hold up a proper henge anyway. Why couldn't life just stop throwing hurdles at her? But no matter. This would be beneficial to her as well. This meant that she would be able to attain bigger coils now that she had more experience to do what she knew would benefit herself the most.
The little boy shifted next to her snapping her out of her reverie. She scrutinized the children around her, their ages varying from seemingly as young as 4 to the teens as old as 15 though the older ones seemed to be chained or tied up-most likely to prevent them from causing any trouble.
They wore ill-fitted clothes that seemed to fit the description of rags more, their faces covered with dirt and grime, their matted hair sticking to their faces giving them a rabid look. And the odor- it made her feel like puking. But then agin, she doubted she looked or smelt much better. Just where exactly were they anyway? And who were their captors? What did they want from them?
Hinata really wished she could speak the language then more than ever to be able to understand her situation more or even wished she had pressured Naruto more to further her knowledge in Fuinjutsu. Unfortunately, at her current level, there was no way she could create a language seal on the spot much less attempt it in blood on herself. She'll have to be crazy to that and she certainly wasn't that desperate yet.
The heavy iron door slammed open revealing the obese man who'd lugged her days before. "Move it brat." He growled at her.
Uncertainly she stood, her legs almost trembling from the strain before she reinforced her muscles with charka. At least reinforcing a general area with charka wasn't that beyond her abilities considering the fact that even the civilian kids back home did it.
Unscrupulously he towed her forward dragging her by her elbow out of her jail and into an endless maze of dull identical corridors before shoving her into another prison like room.
Hinata layer sprawled on the ground acting like the docile little girl she was supposed to be. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes. "P-please. I-I I'm sorry." Her peculiar accent and stutter only enhancing her image of a adorable innocent kid.
The man scoffed. He took a intimidating step forward, towering over her and lifter her jaw roughly to stare into her eyes. "It seems we will make something of you yet aye?" He grinned condescendingly-mocking her- leaving her very bones reverberating in warning at the turbulent times that were soon to be.
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