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,
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.
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.
