Chapter one my lovelies! Hope this inspires some love…for me…and reviews D

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Chapter one, yah?

Hinata's pupil less eyes flickered open, the searing light giving her a head-ache. She

eventually grew accustomed to the angry light, and sat up. She breathed deeply, taking in the scents of strong medication and sick people. Her gaze flickered around the drab hospital room. Why was she here? She started to panic. What had happened? She flopped back on the bed, trying to remember what had happened.

"Good morning, Father." She bowed in respect. Her father looked at her, as if she was not good enough to clean his fingernails. She was used to it, however and continued on her way. She entered the kitchen, where her sister, Hanabi, was already seated and eating. Hinata sat across from her, and nibbled on her toast. The younger Hyuuga smirked, and pulled something out from under the table. Hinata looked at it and her eyes widened.

"Dear sister, you do know this is forbidden?" She opened the book, and glanced over the notes. "Hyuuga are warriors, not healers."

"It's something I'm learning on the side." She stated quickly, making a swipe for the notes.

"Well, this is what I think of your 'side' learning." She pulled the book away, and began to rip it apart, page by page.

"You…you…" Hinata stammered, eyes watering. It had taken her years to convince Tsunade to teach her some healing jutsu, and so the Hokage had given her those notes to study.

"Dear sister, I thought we got over that little stuttering problem of yours." Hanabi smirked, throwing the shreds in Hinata's face.

"You…little…bitch!" Hinata yelled, reaching over the table and back-handing her sister, who was too stunned to block. The force was great enough to send the smaller girl flying through the kitchen wall. Hinata didn't move for a moment, and then took off. She had run to the training grounds, and had beaten the shit out of several different training posts. Many hours later, the anger had slowed down, and she had just decided to run. Wherever her feet took her, is where she would go. Then she had tripped and fallen. Oh yah…then she had been regrettably knocked out.

Someone must have found her, and brought her back. Someone was forced to go out of their way to save her. She was pathetic. She bit her lip.

"Hinata! You're finally up!" A cheerful voice brought Hinata back to reality. She turned to look at the cotton-candy haired girl who had many a guy wrapped around her finger. Hinata hated her.

"Yah probably thanks to you, Sakura." She smiled, the lies spilling out of her mouth. She looked back down at the bed sheets.

"Tsunade-sama said that you could go as soon as you woke up. You where just suffering from exhaustion, so get more rest at home. I also healed the minor wounds on your hands and legs." She added matter-o-factly. Oh how Hinata wanted to shove something pointy down the girls throat.

"Um, Sakura?" She asked, remembering something.

"Hmm?"

"Who brought me here?"

"We don't know. There was a note at the desk saying that you where in this room, but no one saw who did it."

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Hinata made her way out of the hospital. She sighed as her older cousin ran up to her, eyes wide with worry. He glanced over her, noting any injuries. His eyes fell on her bandaged hands. He looked at her, and she winced. He was pissed.

"What are those from?" He asked, pointing to her hands. When she shook her head and tried to walk past him, he grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face him. She twirled around on her heels, smoothly balancing herself out. Neji didn't miss the graceful action; you can't with eyes like his. "Tell me!" He demanded.

"Training. Is that alright with you, Neji-niisan?" Her voice was dripping with venoms, and she shrugged him off sprinting away. He sighed.

'When it hurts you this much, it isn't alright.'

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Hinata sped out of Konoha's gates. She veered to the left, staying off the main road. She wouldn't return until she was strong. Strong enough that Neji wouldn't worry about her, where her skill was no longer luck. She was 16 for God's sake. She wanted people to realize that she could take care of herself. She bit her lip. And Naruto wouldn't love that pink-whore. No, he would love Hinata. And he would be Hinata's only; Hinata did not like to share.

She leapt up into the tree branches above. She tied her hair back, and began swiftly jumping from tree branch to tree branch. She would succeed. She promised it on her untouched headband; she would succeed, for this was her ninja way.