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'I'm going outta my head
Lost in a fairytale
Can you hold my hands and be my guide?'

- Beyonce, Sweet dreams

Chapter 2. I don't know

The tailed beast didn't sleep at all that night. It crept back inside the little girl, but kept bugging her in a very discrete way. The poor girl had problems understanding where her sad and disturbing thoughts came from. Every time her eyes shut, a mental image of something horrible popped up. It could be molested humans, animals and even children. Sometimes it was random acts of torture that made her sit up in her hard bed and clapper her teeth with horror. It didn't take long before the girl quivered up in a corner and started crying and shaking uncontrollably. The white walls and dark shadows from the bars were playing tricks with her minds. Pulling her feet up under her, and bowing her head into her knees, the girl wept as silently as she could.

Hinata didn't want the guards to have another reason to bug her or bother her, so she kept as quiet and still as she could. She couldn't help the few sobs that escaped her lips. The dark haired man came walking down the halls, patrolling, every clock hour. He make sure to run his expandable baton across the bars, making horrible, loud sounds inside her room. She cramped her hands over her ears and winched every time. She hadn't slept good last night, but at least she had slept.

The bluette was ready to faint after the seventh time the guard passed. The echo of the stick over her bars made her clutch her head. If felt like it was about to explode. Frowning for hours had given her a growing headache, and it felt like the sound was doubling the pain. Hissing through her teeth, Hinata kept from crying. It would only make it worse, yet she couldn't help the few tears that slid down her cheeks. She wanted to go home.

"Hinata-nee," Someone called down the hallway, and she glanced up from her mirror. She had just woke up and was dressed in her combat cloths. The light touch in the voice told her it was Hanabi, her younger sister. The girl always called her name early in the morning. A bitter smile crossed her face. She was probably excited to beat her older sister and be praised by father.

"Hinata-nee! Are you awake?" The girl called as she stormed into her room like a hurricane. Their eyes met, and the younger girl gave her a bright smile. Hanabi had been tough that beating her sister was a good thing, but it didn't make her love her less.

"Yes I am, Hanabi-chan," Hinata said in her low voice. It was easy for her to talk to her sister, for some reason. She understood that the child didn't mean ill when they spared, and it was easy to forgive her when she always came running with a medical kit behind their fathers back. She gave her a soft smile. She had brown, long hair like their cousin, and darker lavender eyes than herself. She looked like the spite image of their father. Hinata was the image of their mother.

"I know you don't like it," the girl said and looked down on the floor apologetic, "but father has summoned us." Hinatas eyes widened slightly and her pose stiffened. It was routine to meet in the dojo in the morning for the sparing session, they were never summoned. Whatever it could be, wasn't good. It never was.

"Alright," she said with a bleak smile and followed her younger sister to their fathers dorm. They knocked and waited for the answer. Hinata was chewing on her bottom lip.

"Enter," a stern voice said and they opened the door and went inside. The long haired, man was sitting in a chair behind his desk, signing and looking over pilars of paper.

"Leave, Hanabi," he said as his eyes kept staring down on the paper. His voice was almost soft, and Hinata knew it was the calm before the storm. This wasn't good. Everything part of her body was screaming to run; Survive, flee! It was dangerous to be there. The younger girl took a bow and left the room, but squeezed her sisters hand slightly before. If only she could be like her younger sister, she thought.

She stood there in silence and waited, not wanting to leave her escaping route and he didn't acknowledge her presence at all. He signed a few more documents before sitting back in his char and leaving his hard eyes on her.

"Take a seat," he ordered and she swallowed. Not wanting to get a beating for disobeying her father, she left the safe door and sat down on the chair. He immediately stood up, and she folded her hands in her lap. His gaze didn't leave her form as he strolled around the office and to her back. Hinata was now cold sweating, feeling his intense glare on her neck. She knew better than to speak before being spoken too, thus waited.

"Do you know why I summoned you here?" he asked. The tone in his voice wasn't sweet anymore, and the hard glare was making his voice just that: Low, strong, deadly. Her hands began fidgeting at once, and she bowed her head in defeat.

"D-d-does i-i-it ha-a-s s-s-someth-i-i-ing to-o d-do w-w-with," she stuttered, and a hand smacked the table in front of her and silenced her explanation. Hyuuga Hiashi hated his oldest daughter for this weak personality. She would never rule their clan, and he would make sure of that, even if it was his last doing.

"Yes," he said, growling. "Yes, it has something to do with your commoner friends." He straightened up and sat down behind his desk. A huge sigh of disappointment was heard, and she bowed her head lower. She never dared to meet his gaze. He would punish her if she did.

"You can't treat them like you do, child." There was a deep wrinkle in his forehead. "A noble person like yourself can never be friends with mere commoners. They'll use you, take advantage and leave you without your dignity." She blushed at his suggestion.

"Ano!" she dared speak up and slightly lift her gaze. "Kiba-kun and Shino-kun aren't like tha-" a hand was risen to silence her, and she stopped at once.

"Talking back to me now, are you?" His voice was dangerous, and Hinata shrank. She wanted to fall under the floor and hide away from this man. He scared her more than anything else. "You insolent child!" He said as he again stood up from his chair.

"You know the drill," he said and Hinata started shaking. Not again. She didn't want to. She couldn't possible survive.

"Inmate." Hinata stood up from her chair, and slowly turned around. Tears of fear started falling, and she did her best not to sniffle.

"Inmate." She sat down on her knees. She opened her rope and was glad for her bandage over her chest. If not for it, she would have been naked. A knife fell into her right hand.

"Inmate." "How many times, father?" she asked in a robotic voice. "five stabs will do."

"Inmate Hyuuga Hinata!" The angry voice broke into her mental beat down, and she snapped her head up to stare at the door. A shaggy brown hair pointed every possible way, and the hazel eyes glared angry at her. It wasn't a blaming glare, like every other guard had, but a glare of impatience. The person wasn't angry, but rather dissatisfied with her. It was the same upset face her cousin, Neji, would give her every time he pushed her as hard as she could go, only to find out that was her limit. He was worse than Hanabi, but somehow she knew it was his way of showing how much he cared. He wanted Hinata to be stronger, so her father would leave her alone. A soft smile broke into her face, and the hard glare seaced it's passion, and the person sighed.

"It's time for breakfast." Hinata realized it was a girl. Her voice was hard to figure out when it was angry, and her mouth slowly came agape. She didn't understand why, but the frown on the guards face was so surreal that she couldn't feel her legs.

"We aren't allowed inside the cells." The girl said with a stern, yet kind vice. "You have to come here so I can escort you to the dining hall. I heard you didn't get any dinner last night, and I doubt you want to skip out of breakfast today. It's with cheese," she said while winking. As if they were normal friends in a normal chat. Smiling a little more, the bluette lifted herself of the bed and slowly walked forward. Her knee was bad, due to yesterdays harsh party with the floor, but she wasn't going to show it at all. She straightened her face and looked at the girl, not giving away any single pain. It was what father had trained her for.

The guard talked about the weather outside and how she couldn't wait to get off work. The bad bedhead she had was due to a very late inncalling for work, and she couldn't say no. The brunette needed the money, and took every chance she had to work. The strong smile on her lips never faltered as she talked, and she genuinely looked happy with her work. It made Hinata a little jealous. She hated her work home; how she was the heritage to the mansion of a home and all the responsibilities firstborn were forced to. Hanabi was better suited for it, but according to the council of the elders, the siblings had no saying in who was selected for what job. Hinata was going to lead on the main branch, while Hanabi was not. Sisters, power, mentality regardless. It was like a law to the Hyuugas that had to be obeyed. She giggled at her situation, and luckily for her, the guard said something funny at the same time.

"I know, right?" she said eagerly, and kept on with her story. Hinata wondered what would happen to their tradition now, as she was seated in such a place. Would her younger sister take over? It didn't look like they were going to let her out any time in the future.

They rounded the corner and ended their walk. Whatever facility they were in, it was huge. They had been walking for almost ten minutes, and Hinata only took five to get from one side of the mansion to the other back home with the same steady pace they had kept. And that was only to the dining hall. Who knew how far it went in the other directions?

She was placed by the same table as the day before; beside the dark haired man named Itachi. He didn't acknowledge her presence, and she felt her a little sad. Had she been imagining the kindness he had shown her? It wouldn't be the first time.

"Alright, you know what to do. Up against the wall, Missy." She did as ordered, and gave a huge sigh of relief when the tight knots came a little looser. It didn't take long before her hands were hanging at her side, and Hinata was sighing with relief. Her fingers were cold and white, and she slowly flexed them. The blood came rushing in.

The food was already placed at the table. The brunette was quickly gone, and she tried to find her in the crowd; it didn't last long. The loud mouthed blonde was there too, and he immediate started to laugh upon seeing her.

"Hey, hey, un! Guys! It's that stupid girl again, un," he said while waving his hands, slapping his knees to demonstrate how funny he still found it. Haha, Hinata thought sarcastic and glanced down at her food. It was more ghastly than she remembered. The bred had every shade between blue and green, and huge balls of white hair were glowing at her. Yuck, her bread was filled with mold, and the girl guard must have been joking. There was nothing else but that piece of disgust on her plate. Her mouth growled loudly, and tears filled her eyes. I can't eat this! She screamed inside her head, but her stomach was so hungry she was actually considering it. Hinata went to take a sip of her water, but the odor from it was so strong she sneezed.

"Don't," the man said to her, and she looked to her left. His dark eyes were staring into hers. "That's probably poisonous and the water," A grimace crossed his face. "You don't want to know what that is," he finished and took the cup from her hand and placed it in the middle of the table.

"Hey, hey! Sasori-sama, un! It's the idiot girl," the blond said as he elbowed his neighbor. The red haired man glanced up from his meal, and gave her a deep smile.

"Yes, yes, I see her Deidara," he muttered as his eyes wandered all over her. "Such beautiful skin. Just imagine what I can make with it, how many pretty dolls. She's a keeper, that one." Hinata's felt invisible, cold fingers crawl at the back of her neck.

"The stupid girl tried to ask for a fork and a knife from the guards! Just think about it, un! Do you expect them to give us anything possible dangerous, un? You're a stupid one," the blonde said between giggles, and shuffled down his food. It was at that point Hinata saw the clean piece of bread on their plate, decorated with a slice of cheese. Her eyes became huge as sausages and she felt herself drool. It looked so delicious. She glanced down at her own meal, and her mouth fell open.

"What have I ever done to deserve this?" she whispered so low only the man beside her caught it.

"I have no idea," he answered equally to her tone, and showed the tray away from her. "What did you do to end up here? You'll get sick if you bath in that stench for too long."

"I don't know," she mouthed, her voice all gone. Hinata had problems talking to people, and she found it very difficult to talk about her situation. How was she suppose to explain something she didn't understand herself?

"Okey," he said quickly, and straightened up, taking a bite from his bread. Her stomach started to growl again, and she blushed madly. "You'll might find out today. Most of the therapy sessions are on Friday's, but some has it other times of the week. Do you know when and who you have?" He asked.

"I-eh," she stopped herself. Her arrival at this place had been very chaotic. People had been screaming to each other, orders and answers. Rushing legs and moving arms had made her dizzy, so she had closed her eyes. Moving trays, bangs and bumps from several unidentified objects had her confused with where they had lead her. She didn't know if she could count as many times as they had turned the corners, and needless to say: She had been lost. Upon first meeting her new home, a lady with blond hair in two low pigtails had been staring down at a board with a lot of papers on. She had spoken a lot of unknown words, and made her day even more confusing.

"I think it was Saturday, with someone named Yuhi?" she questioned her words, and dared another glance at Itachi. He wasn't looking at her, but across the table at albino man.

"You want something, punk? I'll fucking bite all your fingers off, poke your eyes out and stake you through the heart; I'll even do it with my fucking mouth if I have to." He was chewing greedily at his bread and clutching it like a kid to candy. Itachi blinked once, before returning his attention to her, as if the man hadn't said anything.

"Ah, Kurenai. You'll be in another group then me. I have session today with Uzumaki. She's a bashful woman, but keeps it entertaining. I heard Kurenai is very patient and kind toward newbies. You'll fit right in." Hinata felt her face lit up. It was the best news she had had all her stay. Maybe the woman could give her answers to all her questions.

"Kurenai, un?" Deidara said and his one visible eye widened. "That's some though shit right there, un. You got session with Kurenai?" He burst into another fit of laughing, crushing every single thought of relief Hinata had had.

"Good fucking luck to you," the red eyed man said. "I heard Gaara is in that group. Rumor says he slays every other member, being in love with his therapist and not wanting to share her. He's one hell of a bad ass whom takes out anything. Even if you're a snot brat, you're not fucking safe from this mother fucking bad ass." He said as he started laughing maniacally.

"Do you have to scare her?" Itachi said with a huge sigh, getting really tired of their over exaggeration.

"G-Gaara?" Hinata shyly asked and the table went quiet.

"You've not heard of Gaara of the desert, baby blue?" Deidara asked and earned a smack from Sasori. "What the hell, you bastard? Going around hitting me for nothing, I out to explode you to tiny, tiny, invisible bits, you bastard."

"How come you get to give her a pet name, but I don't?" His voice was smooth, and he sounded genuinely sad about it. It send shivers down her spine. Whatever name he was going to give her, wasn't going to sound nice.

"Why are you asking me, do I look like your mother? Do whatever you want. I didn't never say you couldn't nick name her." He gulped down the past bit of water and slammed the cup hard down on the table.

"Deidara, second mark," a voice called out, and the blond stiffened.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said, but didn't sound apologetic at all. Sasori was lost in thought, eyes glimmer with excitement to her terror.

"Gaara is the first person to be placed into this mental hospital," Itachi said to the girl over the guys fight. "They nicknamed him the Ichibi, the one tailed, or the first."

"He was practically born inside here," Deidara butted in. "They said he's been roaming these halls up and down, taking more steps than a person will ever do in their life, un."

"He's one badass bitch," Hidan commented. The girls eyes were wide, and her mouth were open. Could a person really be that old? Hidan leaned over the table and put his finger in her mouth, and pulled it out just as fast. "Yawn rape," he laughed and slapped the table between gasps for air.

"It's not a yawn rape if it's not penetrating the mouth when she yawns, you moron," Deidara dryly said and rolled his eyes. "I do what the fuck I want, bitch. Don't tell me what to do or I'll give you another knuckle sandwich just like yesterday!" was the sour reply.

"You call it that? I could hardly feel it, so weak was it! Your fighting abilities suck just as much as a whore does for fifty bucks, un!" Hidan rose from his table and was just about to fire himself at the blond, when the brunette guard came back.

"Ladies! Manners at the table or it'll be a mark!" she barked at them, and placed a tray down in front of Hinata. It had two slices of bread and each was decorated with cheese. Hinatas eyes went wide yet again that day, and she didn't dare move in case someone saw the opportunity to snatch it from her. Or it would walk away. Both were likely in this situation.

"How come she get's two slices for breakfast? I want two fucking slices!" Hidan said but sad down as the brunette glared at him.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did you want one too?"

"Yes I do, Tenten, and-"

"Then go make your own sandwich!" She screamed in his face like a commander, and he imitatively shut his whining. She was one scary lady, and previous experiences hindered him from pushing it. "Go a head, Hinata. It's yours," she finished in a sweet voice, before strolling away again."

"Ah, man. I'd never thought she'd leave," Hidan said and lifted his hand to grab one of Hinatas breads, but Itachi lifted his hand and stopped him.

"It's not yours, Hidan." The tone in his voice was scary, and the albino gulped.

"Why the fuck does she get two? She's half, if not one third my size?" he grumpily said to himself as he folded his hands childishly over his chest. Hinata, being the kindhearted person she was, glanced from the man to her plate. Despite how hungry she was, she couldn't argue with his logic. He was bigger than her, and she felt bad for him. Swallowing hard, and with hunger screaming at her, she lifted her tray and offered it to him while bowing her head. Tears were in her eyes, and she closed them to keep herself at bay.

"What's that, some kind of religious ritual?" the man asked harsly, and she shuck her head.

"I-it's a-as y-you sa-aid, Hidan-san. Y-you a-a-are b-b-b-bigger than m-me. Y-you p-probably n-n-need i-it m-more." it took a lot from her to say it, and her stomach gave a huge, protesting growl. Winching at the pain, she bowed her head lower.

"She almost hasn't eaten since she came here, Hidan," Itachi said, and Hinata felt her face redden a deep shade. How did he know? "She only took a few bites from yesterdays breakfast, and she wasn't at dinner, remember?" Hinata could hear the small shock wander over the crowd, and it was obvious they loved their food, and missing out of it was something horrible.

"I-i-i i-insist," Hinata said in a high pitched voice, and squeezed her eyes shut. She could feel their stares, and she hated it. Just take the damn pieces and get it over with, she cussed inside herself.

"Alright," the man said, and she looked up at him with both comfort and horror. She was going to die from starvation inside here, but she was also glad that he had accepted it. The albino ripped one of the sandwiches in two, and with inhuman strength, placed the tray back in front of her on the table. She had tried to push against his hand with both hers, but he was just too strong. He munched it down, and gave her a huge grin.

"You should eat. It's not long before breakfast is over," Itachi said to her left, and she nodded. Hinata was so grateful that the man had both taken some and left some for her, that the first piece went down in one go. It tasted so good her eyes filled with water and she sniffed to herself. Still hungry, she gulped down the last, half piece, and went to grab water to swallow it down. Her hand found nothing, and she then remembered Itachi had removed her cup. She looked pleading up at him, but he didn't look at her at all.

"Here," a very dark voice said, and she stared at the cup. A pale hand was holding it, and she found herself glancing into the black eyes of the blue haired man. He was the hugest built of them all, and she shyly took the cup. It was four times as big as her own had been, and it tasted fresher than the one from yesterday. She greedily took two long gulps before remembering that it's not her cup. Bringing it away from her lips, she gave it back.

"I'm sorry I drank so much, but thank you, uhm?"

"Kisame," the man said with a toothy grin, and she found it not half as scary as Sasori's. "Thank you, Kisame," Hinata smiled.

"Inmates, breakfast is over, up against the wall." A voice rang over the dining hall, and Kisame gulped down the rest of the water in one go. She noticed how his tray still had the piece of bread, not even touched.

Tenten was strapping her jacket back on, and not nearly as tight and uncomfortable as the man the earlier day had done, and she voiced her thanks when they came into the silent, lone corridor.

"You're welcome, Hinata," she said with yet another sincere smile. They walked for a few minutes in the quiet atmosphere before Tenten broke it. "I heard you guys talk about the therapy session at breakfast,"

"Yes," Hinata slowly said, afraid of what came next. Was it tabu? Weren't they allowed to talk about it? What if it would change the way she treated her, and she was now going to behave like the other guards? A look of horror crossed her face as mental images of her breakfast came to mind.

"And you're in Kurenai's group?" she asked, her voice wasn't filled with anything but wonder. It made Hinata breath out.

"I think so. I don't recall, because everything happened so fast, but I think so," Hinata's voice wasn't tremblingly. It was easy to talk to this girl, and she liked it.

"If you want, I can ask and clarify it?" Tenten said with a huge grin.

"R-r-really?" Hinata asked surprised. The thought of help had her brighten up.

"Sure. I'll ask when I've escorted you back and tell you later when I fetch you for dinner?"

"T-t-that w-would b-be g-great!" They still smiled as Tenten closed the bars to Hinatas cell, but she looked up at her one last time before leaving.

"By the way, Hinata. Why are you in here?" A flash of emotions crossed the jailed girls face and she looked at her with sorry eyes.

"I'm sorry. I don't know."

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