Chapter 1
Hinata was pissed. She was pissed beyond belief, and she was also depressed. She quit her job as a shinobi and locked herself in her room. She ordered servants to bring her meals at odd times of the day and night, and she began to start eating more. On quiet days, the servants in the Branch house could hear her crying softly to herself while mumbling Naruto's name to herself. Neji came to her door and asked her why she gave up her job as a shinobi, and she told him the exact same thing that she had said for the past 3 weeks: "I can't work under someone that is so disturbing that she would defile the values of the Hidden Leaf village." Neji asked her what she meant by that, and Hinata would stay silent after telling him that. He tried for a few days of activating his Byakugan to see Hinata's condition, but his eyes were always overwhelmed by a quadruple layered genjutsu that could only be broken from the inside. He silently cursed under his breath for letting Hinata be taught by a genjutsu master. He was about to activate his Byakugan again, but he caught his mistake and stopped himself.
"I've been around Naruto for too long. His stupidity is starting to rub of on me." Neji stopped to catch the small moment of déjà vu involving him repeating his actions for two days every week. "What makes me think she's going to have it down now? If she hasn't taken it down any other time, why check on it now?" He walked onwards towards his room. Inside her room, Hinata was still being tortured by the act that took place three weeks ago. Each time the flashback occurred, she would try to release it as if she were caught in a strong genjutsu, but she was stuck with the horrible reality of her life. She no longer had Naruto in her life. He was the Hokage's property, and due to her strange eating habits, she had gained a bunch of weight and didn't bother exercising to lose it. She didn't care. She wanted her formerly close-to-perfect body to be his, and his alone, but now that he was Tsunade's boytoy, she didn't care about it. She went into her bathroom and grabbed the razor that was lying around on the sink. She took the sharp blade and ran it across her inner left thigh. She felt pleasure from the blood that was trickling between her legs. She felt like she was on top of the world. She proceeded to cut her inner right thigh to make the blood flow even. She brought the blade to her wrists and proceeded to slit them both, watching the blood trickle into her hands and stain up her carpet. She put the razor blade down and used her chakra to heal her wounds. Within seconds, her body was to the point where it was like she never cut herself at all. Her medical jutsu only left faint scarring at the places where she was cut at. If she couldn't have Naruto in her life, then the pain that she suffered while she thought about him would satisfy her greatly.