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Hanabi reclined in a floral, bubble bath located in the Main Branch's master bathroom. Hinata's former maids attending to her every need from receiving a relaxing mango facial, coconut deep- hair conditioning rinse and of course the perfect manicure and pedicure. She had to look perfect for tonight's formal event.
"Nee-san!" Her voice was harsh, unrelenting.
The sound of startled, hasty footfalls were heard as the fearful Hyuuga stumbled none too gracefully into the master bathroom. "Y-yes, Hanabi-sama! How can I be of your assistance?"
Hiashi Hyuuga finally realized who the real failure was in the family. It has been a year since Hinata Hyuuga was stripped of her title of the Main Branch's successor and it was given to her younger sister whom was the more physically capable of the two whom held a lust for power, brute strength and the same sick desire as their twisted father, senseless violence: Hanabi Hyuuga.
"Come here." The younger Hyuuga snapped. Hinata flinched at her aggressive tone and hastily obliged, careful not to meet translucent orbs lest she upset her unstable sister's wrath. The familiar jolts of searing pain assaulted Hinata's senses as her sister's formidable "Torture Fist," struck her body. The silent, but violent jutsu was the creation of the new Hyuuga successor, left no mark on the victim's body, but felt like one was slowly burning to death. There was a rumor that this jutsu was responsible for the death of Neiji Hyuuga whom's murder is still unsolved. Hinata fell to the floor writhing in agony, clutching at her sides as it felt like needles were crawling up her body, ripping her skin open and burning as if her own flesh were on fire.
"Do you know why I'm doing this?" The younger Hyuuga asked.
Hinata shook her head, confusedly moaned, "No… Hanabi-sa-sama…"
"I don't know either!" The girl cried out as she increased the justsu's intensity. "It just feels so damn good to watch you suffer after all of these years!" Hanabi's laughter mingled with the tortured screams of Hinata into the night.
Gaara just entered the village of Konohagakure. He did not externalize his thoughts, but internally he wanted to believe a change of scenery would relax the restless Shukaku in him. He recalled the words of the Elders had left him a week ago.
"Your brother is dead. You murdered him."
Gaara 's jaw tenses in anger, fists clenching. He stands completely erect and mute, refusing to allow a single trace of emotion through his impenetrable facade. Baki speaks first, his expression hard and unreadable.
"The village already fears you enough. Now you have gone behind our backs and started a scandal again. We cannot cover up an incident such as this. The villagers are not fools, no one would ever dream of assassinating your brother. The villagers loved your brother whom they regarded as a father, war hero… their beloved Kazekage. The only one they wish to kill is… not him." The man trails off awkwardly, trying to make it sound like he wasn't implying someone else.
"Why did you kill him?!" A blonde woman with shoulder length hair and fiery green eyes crashed into the tent, interrupting the secret meeting. "Tell me, Gaara! Goddammit, he was your brother!"
Gaara was completely shocked at the undisguised hatred in her eyes. There was not only loathing, but revulsion and a the distinct smell of fear the Shukaku craved. He knew that his sister hated him, but he had never witnessed it so close and personal with how he always avoided his siblings.
"Know your place, woman." Gaara snapped. He knew his self-control is already slipping away with how the room started to fade black and grow colder. The last thing he noticed was the Elders evacuating out of the tent.
Rip her eyes out.
"Would that really help?"
For how she looked at you is worthy of a bloody death.
"I thought you were changing. I was wrong." Gaara started to feel nauseous, the Shukaku fighting through the control he was losing. "You are nothing, but a coldhearted monster!" Temari screamed at Gaara, the grief-stricken woman lunging at him not caring if she lived or died. Gaara's sand reacted at her attack, wrapping around her body and Gaara stared into jade eyes that were identical to his. Then a sickeningly, shrill voice that did not belong to the Shukaku starts screaming in his head.
Don't kill her! Not that one!
"Ugh…" Gaara moaned, excruciating pain in his head cause him to temporarily loosen his grip on his sister. Temari took this chance to escape and teleported behind Gaara's head, kunai willing and ready to slice his jugular and at long last to put an end to her brother's insanity. However, a blow to the head knocked her unconscious.
We will leave you for now.
Then Gaara blacked out.