My second chapter of Kyuuketsuki :D I take great pride in this chapter...

That is the first and most likey the last time you will see me say that. :) haha.

Anyway. I don't own anything but I do own my I-MAG-A-NAAAATION.

Sorry it took so long :(

Bunkai Ni: Tenshutsu
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"No...No, no way, Hiashi! What, are you mentally corrupted or something?"

"Don't argue with me. This is for the best."

"Like hell it is! I am not, by any means, staying with bloodsucking demons!"

"Hanabi!"

Grumbling, my two hundred ninety year old little sister, who looked only fourteen, plopped down on the chair next to me with skinny arms under her slight chest. I twitched back a smirk from my darkened statue. Though both my sister and I seemed to almost always voice our options, Hanabi more loudly and forcefully than I, she was rather more blunt and direct. The girl was, after all, a wolf.

Like I said before, the Hyuuga has three layers. The first being werewolves. They were considered the strongest of the clan because of their pure wolf blood. Their animal state, as the Hyuuga refried to it, varied in looks but usually looked like the human form of the carrier, as well as height. The same could be said for the Inuzuka, a one layer clan of wolves. The tallest Hyuuga wolf alive was Hiashi, my father, standing at almost eight feet. The shortest, ironically, was Hanabi, coming to a height of six feet and ten inches in her other form. The second layer was vampires. Though the main branch, second and third mainly consisting of wolves, my older cousin and I were exceptions. Neji, who I couldn't, legally, call a Hyuuga anymore, had two very pure wolverine parents from the second branch, but somehow Neji's blood has twisted into the DNA of a vampire. It was strange, nonetheless. Anyhow, the third, last and most uncommon layer of the Hyuuga were witches. No warlocks or guys. The ancient tales say that males couldn't hold the power in their bodies. No one had argued with the idiotic logic. My mother had been a witch, from a different and non-existence clan.

Hanabi's sharp glass eyes glanced over to me. She knew of my rivalry with Sasuke and was more concerned that I'd try to kill him with our new found alliance. She was, unlike me who stood out among our 'family', very ordinary. Like any other main branch member, Hanabi's chestnut colored hair fell just above her waist. And again like any other pompous Hyuuga, my little sister had more of an athletic and well defined body. Long, random, strands of hair strayed from her mess of a ponytail, falling down her nose to her clenched jaw-line. Hanabi was rather simple in her clothing, something she and Yamanaka Ino differed in. As we were called for an emergency 'family' meeting this morning, she was clad in one of my gray old tank tops and white sweat pants. I couldn't blame her for being ticked off. Hell, even I was and I usually was awake at four forty-five in the morning.

Though we did have company, we both seemed not to give a damn that the younger Hatake were giving us odd looks. Expecially me, since I was wearing my father's old boxers and a dark spaghetti strap shirt that fell just above my naval. The worst part was the black shirt/cloth had a very low cleavage. Hopefully, no one noticed my belly button ring. I had gotten it when I was sixteen, as an identity crises thing.

"I'm very sorry of my daughters' antics, Hatake-san," Hiashi smoothly apologized. Although he looked calm and relaxed, my Byukugan told me he was the exact opposite on the inside, by the way his large hands clenched. Then again, it could be because of Hanabi.

Hatake Kakashi smiled behind his mask. Was it a smile? Who the hell knows? The guy always had a mask on. "It is quite alright, Hyuuga-san. This partnership was a surprise to us all. I'm sure it will take time to get used to each other." Soon, he and my father began into a conversation none of us other than Kurenai was paying attention to.

Kakashi was the leader, I guess, to the Hatake Coven. They weren't a clan like the Hyuuga, since all of them came from different bloods. My cousin being one of them. It was strange, really. Seeing my vampire cousin with the Hatakes'. Sadly, I knew he belonged with them. Not with the Hyuuga. The Hyuuga were wolves, no matter how much they said they were a three-layer, which they weren't. The Hyuuga took pride in their blood and their Byukugan, just like the Uchihas took pride in their Sharingan...

Speaking of Uchihas, the survivor sat at the end of the long mahogany table. To the right of him was Kakashi then Kurenai, both of whom were equally beautiful. Kurenai looked like a model, more so then her 'daughters'. Wavy black hair flowed into thick curls ending at her pale elbows. Going by her outfit, I could tell she dressed to impress. Wrapping around her the curvy figure of her upper body was a red velvet v-neck, the long sleeves bounding around her thin arms to her wrist. About three inches under her bust line was a form-fitting black skirt hugging the curve of her hips and thighs, ending just above her knees. Her bright red lips curled into a gently smile as her just-as-bright crimson eyes sparkled in a way that reminded me of my mother. Her heart shaped face was smooth and pale, holding strong features and a similar softness.

"I'm sure Hinata-chan and us girls will have plenty of fun, ne?" The goddess herself asked in a feminine deep voice, directing her smile towards me.

"Wait..." Hanabi interjected, "It isn't both of us?" Her glassy eyes glared at father as she referred to her and me.

Hiashi glared back, "No, Hanabi. The vision TenTen-san saw involved Hinata and three faceless creatures." The small tan girl with two brunette buns on her head nodded to confirm what he said.

Neji took the girls' smaller pale hand in his, noticing her tensed muscles. "I have a felling it was Akatsuki that I saw and that they're are planning something big..." The girl paused, her worried brown eyes staring straight back into mine. I didn't flinch, but for some reason I felt my face soften. "Something that needs you, Hinata-chan."

The air in the room darkened, due to my defensive clenched jaw. My hands tightened into fists tightly as I felt all eyes on me, especially the emotionless coal eyes of my immortal enemy. Scowling, I bowed my head, black falling all around my vision into a pool in my lap and off the cushion of the seat under me. Great, just fan-fricken'-tastic. What does Akatsuki want with me? Okay, maybe that was a stupid question, but still.

"What would they want with me?" I asked, shocking everyone at how low and sinister my voice sounded. Hell, I scared myself!

"There are many reasons as to why," A deep, bored voice said. From the corner of my eye, I noticed it was Hatake Shikamaru, a former Nara. He was slouching on the seat to the left of Sasuke, arms crossed over a thin gray hoddie as Yuuhi Temari, in all her pompous glory glared at the table in front of her with dark green eyes.

"I know that already," I informed him painstakingly. "What really confuses me is what they're planning to do with me..." I mumbled, more to myself than the rest.

Hanabi snorted, very un-ladylike, the maids would reprimand her, her arms crossed over her chest again. "I still don't see why Oneechan needs to go with you vampires. If it's for protection, a clan of over thirty or so wolves could easily handle fools who dare try to hurt her."

Ugh, damnit all. Hanabi and her damned Hyuuga pride...The Hyuuga pride was as bad as, if not worse, then what the Uchiha had been...

Which was pretty freakin' bad, if you think about it.

Kakashi shook his head, closing his one visible eye before opening it to stare at my sister's hardened eyes. "This isn't about protection, but reassured, your sister will be protected. If this is Akatsuki's doing then we'll have to trend carefully. On the Hokage's orders, we are prohibited to engage in a battle with anyone of them. But, it could be a past enemy, Orochimaru."

Throwing her arms in the air almost comically, Hanabi sighed irritated. "Orochimaru too! Might as well blame Hitler since we're all reading off names here! I want proof, godamnit! Proof that my sister's life is in danger!"

Before she got to say any more or Father screamed at her, I was dragging Hanabi out of the dining room from her neck. "Excuse us," I muttered irritably, ignoring the strange stares and choking sounds coming from the stubborn girl at my side.

Her protesting subsided as I let go of her when we were outside in the front yard of our house. The ten foot polished double doors slammed behind us. Our three story mansion was one of the most beautiful houses in the world, as was said in a magazine. Hanabi and I love it, of course. Who in the world wouldn't love a large, three story mansion with an indoor pool, rooms which were big enough to hold the length of a giraffe and the size of the Playboy Mansion? Yet, the Hyuuga Mansion was so big and it was missing a few things. Not things like ancient swords from the middle-east or jade marble statues of famous warriors in early Japan. It was missing a...family aura and warmth. The Hyuuga weren't...'comfortable' with family things like that. Hyuuga were cold and strict. If one didn't know how to fight, they wouldn't count on any other to teach them. They would have to learn on their own and then experience came from battle and war. Hyuuga were anything but nurturing and kind. It was rules, rules, and rules. Some of our cousins, the other Hyuuga kids, on the other hand, are all play and no bullshit. In our world, once one hit the age of six-hundred were they considered an adult.

Strange how different we are from mortals huh?

Our house was deep into the forest with tall trees surrounding it. The large patio was made of polished redwood and thick pillars holding up the circled railing on the edges of the deck. To the left was a love-seat couch-thing made of woven-something and dull gray cushion. Down the steps was a wide dirt road, dipping into a hill a few feet to the left, trees and grass lining it perfectly. On the sides of the faded white wood were millions and millions of bright flowers, of which father disliked. Something about his allergies...? Ah, who knows?

Hanabi sat on the steps, bringing her knees to her chest, on self-defense. "I don't want you to be in danger, Hina-Oneechan," She whispered, sounding almost helplessly.

Sitting next to her, I slung my arm around her and pulled her into a sideways hug. Ever since our mother was kidnapped when we were younger, she's been very protective over me. Hell, she was giving Sasuke dry looks from across the room. For some bizarre reason, Hanabi had this insane theory that my rival with The Uchiha Prince was pent up emotions and sexual tension. Just thinking about gave me disgusted shivers.

The girl watches too much Dr. Phil.

"I know, 'mouto, I know..."

After a few minutes of silently bounding with my headstrong sister, she got tired of the 'mushy-ness' and pushed me away to stand in a Juuken stance in the middle of the dirt road, pulsing veins flaring on the side of her pale face. Though I'd never hurt her, I rolled my eyes and stood in my Juuken stance on the opposite side of her, smirking. Sometimes fighting is the only way to let out her emotions, be them happy, sad or anything, really.

It was a little over two hours when Hanabi started talking smack during our friendly 'fight'. Usually when she starts with that, it means she's either one of three things. Those consisted of; A, being tired; B, not giving a damn and/or toying with her opponent; and the last being she's hungry. Almost immediately, my mind thought of the latter. Of course Hanabi would be hungry. She's still growing after all, that and Hiashi woke us at four in the goddamned morning and dragged our half-asleep and hungry asses to the 'room of exile', in Hanabi's words. Looking up at the sky, it was roughly six.

Now standing a few feet away from my baby sister, I smirked and took time observing her from my slouched pose on the ground, to which she was in too. I could tell she was growing frustrated, like she always did around this time. A low growl came from her slightly parted lips, her nose crunched up. I hissed in response, causing her eyebrow to twitch. Without further ado, Hanabi broke into a dead sprint, feral growls increasing as she, for the first time during the battle, shifted into her wolf form. Sharp white teeth barred as the chestnut colored and almost seven foot dog now advanced forward faster, having been running on all fours.

Not expecting the transformation so late, I dropped immediately into the Juuken stance. Then again, the spunky girl is unpredictable. Just as an over-sized brown paw was lifted overhead, I pushed my body up and narrowly missed the deadly squash. I landed a few feet away from my sister, standing straight and smirking, teasing her. A deep growl echoed, warning. This time, both me and her rushed forward, playing chicken. Hanabi snapped her jaw open and close just before I twisted over her. It seemed as if I was in slow motion. Like in all the movies. But as soon as it came, I was still spinning. Noticing the ground very close, I held out my arms and untangled my legs in recorded time. Landing on my feet, I skidded back as my back collided with a large tree.

When I glanced up, I was mildly surprised that my wolf-turned sister was nowhere to be seen. Instead of worrying like I would usually do, my eyes shut and listened for a sound. After a moment of agonizing silence, a shifting in the back of me alerted my sense to flip back. Thankfully, I did so in the nick of time, too. Just as I flipped into the air, Hanabi came crushing through trees in what looked like panic. Huffing rather loudly, Hanabi shifted back to her human form, the large body of an overly-grown dog shrinking to the small fourteen-year-old-looking girl on her knees. Her hair was array, the tank top slightly ripped as her sweatpants were wrinkled with grass stains.

Thinking the worst, I rushed over to my sister, bringing her up to support on my side. "Hanabi! What happened?"

She shook her head, laughing lightly. Whatever it was, she was brushing it out of her mind rather quickly. "It's nothing, worry-wart. I just almost fell from a tree in my human form and had to go beasty to save my ass," She reassured me, leaning on the side of my body as I checked her over for wounds.

"Baka," I mumbled, seemingly not noticing eight pairs of eyes that had been watching us. By the way she was leaning more of her weight on her right foot, I guessed she sprained something. If she had broken something, like she did so frequently in spars, she'd be bitching and hissing. Sometimes father would even scold her for "..Acting childish. Broken bones are weakness leaving the body." or whatever he had to say. It seemed all my stuck up father said came from a damn fortune cookie.

Shaking my head, I swatted her in the back of the head. She glared at me before wincing, growling as I wrapped my left arm around her waist and her arm draped over my shoulder. It was then that both of us looked up to see Father, Kakashi and Kurenai clapping and standing by the door. Neji stood off to the side, arms crossed as he leaned on the railing with TenTen to the left of him. In front of her, Temari leaned against the railing, her arms crossed too as she faced the other side. Shikamaru sat with his back against the wooden post, eyes just closing. Sitting to the right of him was the last person I wanted to see watching me train, Sasuke. With his elbows on his knees and chin resting on the back of his hand, Sasuke watched every move I made with intense eyes. If I didn't know him so well, I'd say he was actually interested in me. But then, I realized, he was probably just looking to see if I'll screw up; or any type of weakness.

I'd never show him my flaws, or weaknesses.

If he was smart enough, he'd know what my two weaknesses were. It was plainly obvious. One was leaning on me as I dragged her to the stairs.

"Great job, girls. It was such an interesting spar," Kurenai commented as I kneeled down in front of a hissing Hanabi, a pale hand patted my shoulder lightly.

I nodded and smiled to her. "Thank you, Kurenai-san." Ignoring the chatter of my father and Kakashi, and the praises from all the adults, I gently picked up Hanabi's left foot. Her smooth face instantly twisted in pain as her lips curled above her teeth in a tight grimace.

"You're a bigger klutz than I am..." I mumbled, placing my right hand over her ankle. After a few seconds, my fingertips began to glow frosty-blue color. Thankfully, her ankle wasn't that bad, just bent out of shape. To lessen the pain, I quickly rotated her foot to the side. Hanabi hissed and clenched her fists tightly before releasing the tension in her body. Her ankle was healed in a matter of seconds.

"Hinata-chan, that is simply amazing! If I may ask, is that a Hiden from your clan?" Kurenai asked, kneeling down to get a better look at my fingertips with wide crimson eyes.

I nodded, slightly proud of my blood. Of course, the blood my mother gave me. "Yes, it's one of the first Hiden from my mother's clan, the Kasoushakai. It's been passed down in the ancient scrolls our clan, only to the successors."

Hiashi scoffed. Che, typical. The others seemed to be more interested in the new information now. TenTen turned her gaze to me with her head tilted to the side curiously as Shikamaru cocked his head upwards and stared at me the same way. Even though they didn't face me directly, I knew by Temari's slight twitch in her eyes that she was listening and the turn in Neji's body that he was too. Though Sasuke was a different story, who the hell knows if he was paying any attention. While Kurenai and Kakashi nodded as a signal for me to continue, Hanabi rotated her ankle and cautiously stood up and walked, putting more pressure on her ankle to see if she was healed completely.

"The Kasoushakai Clan was known for its many Jutsu and brutal combat skills. They were known for attacking and killing quickly, toying with the victim could give the enemy time to escape. They were very impatient. I know little about them, unfortunately. I wasn't educated by my Okaasan about her clan before everything happened..." I trailed off, shaking my head.

Kurenai smiled widely, nodding slowly. "Having you in our home is going to be interesting, Hinata."

Kakashi smirked from behind her and muttered, "Another girl for her to dress up like a doll."

What in the hell did he mean by that? I do not look good in Barbie's slutty outfits! I will not - REFUSE- to be reduced to a doll for their own pleasure!

Maybe a china doll...

The ending was shitty, wasn't it? I lost my insperation at the end of this..so ya..

Tell me what you guys think? I'd love to hear it! Tell me what I need to do better, what doesn't make any sense or just things I need more practice on (Which are the fight seens, I'm sure.)

'Til next time! See ya' laters!

Bunkai - Chapter

Ni - Two

Tenshutsu - Moving Out

Kasoushakai - The Underworld, lower ranks of society.

Hiden (秘伝, Secret) jutsu are passed down from generation to generation in certain regions or clans. The groups possessing these techniques are usually extremely secretive about them. They ensure that no one other than the members of the group learn them. They are not to be confused with kekkei genkai, a technique that require a specific genetic ability, as technically, Hiden jutsu can be taught to anyone.