Chapter 2: "pardon my intrusion.."

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8 more years later

Hinata sat starring at the girl in her vanity mirror. Nothing could bring her comfort or

ease the spasmodic butterflies that fluttered in her stomach. Not the sun warming her

back, the feel of her silk gown she had worn to bed, and especially not the small diamond

necklace that hung around her neck. She touched the jewel gently, letting her eyes stray

down to its shimmering surface. It was so light yet it felt so heavy; like a noose rather

than I necklace. It wasn't actually the necklace but rather what it symbolized. It was

passed down from Hyuga generation to generation at their sixteenth birthday. It saddened

her to think of how many mothers had clasped the chain around their daughters neck.

Hinata had to do the clasping since her father had the lack of expertise of putting on

jewelry and her mother was long gone. She knew tonight was going to be a big deal.

There would be at the least 400 guests attending. She knew it would end up around five

to six hundred and that made her feel even sicker. She didn't do well around people, she

never had. She was quiet and shy, not at all a leader. She would most likely stumble

down the stairs at her grand entrance, spill food on her dress, or some how burn the castle

down. She sighed as she stood up from her velvet stool. It didn't matter now, there was

nothing she could do to stop this from happening,

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Hinata took a deep breathe and was certain that she was going to faint. She took one last

glance in the mirror before she went downstairs to meet her doom. She had a diamond

tiara set in front of her curly bun. The diamond necklace now had complimentary

earrings her sister had bought her. She wore a strapless white shining dress that was

excruciatingly tight down to her waist where it let go and flowered out to a graceful

slope. There were outlines of violet flowers covering her dress. When she was done with

her final inspection she couldn't find a reason to stall any longer. She was already well

past fashionably late.

She walked as slow as she could, still in disbelief that she was

dreading her own birthday "party" despite the understatement. She stood before the

grand doors leading down to the ball room, listening to her introduction. When the doors

began to open she rolled her eyes one last time before giving off that radiantly fake smile

she had acquired over the years. The room started to buzz with claps and cheering as she

made her way carefully down the stairs. She could hardly believe her luck when she

made it all the way to the marble floor without landing on her face. The music and talking

quickly started up and she was glad she could remove the all to sweet grin from her face.

She scowled, but only for a second in fear that someone would see. She was about to take

off across the ball room when she found out that her scowl had gone unnoticed.

She could hear a chuckle coming from her left where three teenage boys stood

dressed in solid black pants that were tucked into thin and tight black boots with white

straps running up them, what looked like a black kimono but was the length of a

shirt(sasukes shirt from the shippuden episodes), and a white belt for the shirt to be

tucked into. One of the boys had shaggy black hair and deep circles around his eyes. He

didn't even mind to look at her but instead gazed off bored in a different direction. Next

to him stood a blonde boy with blonde hair and a black head band. He was the one

snickering. And next to the blonde stood a familiar face. Brown hair, red face paint, no

hair band, it was Kiba all right. She had never talked to him despite her growing

curiosity. She blushed a deep red before turning around on her toes and quickly walked to

the other side of the room.

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Standing just inside the door was Hachi. A rather large square shaped man with a

hard face and big hands. Just like his outward appearance, he was a rugged man who

went straight to point about everything. Right now he sat on a bench just inside the giant

oak doors the front entrance of the castle. He had a cigarette hanging from between his

pressed lips and his face leaning against a balled up fist. He could hear a nock at the door

and the second the sound echoed from the oak a mousy look butler came hurrying across

the floor with the pitter patter of his small feet. He reached the door murmuring

something about how guests should show courtesy and show up on time. Hashi just

chuckled to himself and turned his face away, staring at the golden floral patterns on the

wall.

"Why who are you?" said the irritated butler.

"Pardon my intrusion but I have blood to spill."

There was a slash, a grunt, and a two thuds. Hashi whipped his head around to see the

end of a blade extended past the wooden door, dripping in blood. On the floor laid the

beheaded butler, his fingers still twitching and his eyes still searching.