WARNING: This chapter implies child abuse and rape. Nothing is described really, but I want to let the readers know ahead of time.

Chapter 3: Reasons for Bloodshed

Tsunade sat exhausted at her desk; pile upon piles of unfinished paper work laid scattered throughout her office. The entire day had been a horrible, the corpses of the Hyuuga ranked up into the dozens. Her duties as Hokage during a time of crisis such as this left the elder woman so drained, she was unable to think straight.

She sat back into her chair, the desk in front of her was almost urging her to lay her head down and fall into a dreamless sleep. But, she was too busy for sleep, and her mind raced around too much for her to calm down and shut her eyes.

She was worried also; she worried that making Uchiha Sasuke talk to the girl might have a negative effect. She was worried about the fact the other Hidden Villages might attack, considering that their strongest clan was killed off, leaving them looking weak. Most of all, she worried for Naruto. He never returned from dealing with Hinata. She wasn't worried about is health, she was worried that their love might have been strong enough for him to leave with her. That thought alone made her blood freeze.

The room was silent, the lone fan in the room making its usual creaking at his spun, trying to circulate the precious air. Shouts from outside could be heard, the noise of a normal day, on such an abnormal evening.

Suddenly a loud tapping echoed through the room, startling the blond at her desk.

She looked over at the window, and noticing a black figure perched on the other side, it was an eagle. The bird had a red stripes flowing from just under his eyes to the tips of his wings. The bird was black and red, sign of a summoned carrier bird.

She went to the window and slowly opened it, letting the bird step into the middle. It lifted its claw which held a sealed scroll. Tsunade took it up in her hand, and then immediately the bird puffed out of existent.

Taking the scroll to her desk, she released the Leaf ANBU scroll seal and unrolled the paper. She began to read:

Dear Old Hag:

I'm sorry that I betrayed you and the village. But it was something that needed to be done. You know how the villagers hate me, and I'm tired of it. But, if that was the only problem, I wouldn't have left, I really never let those bastards too far under my skin, but I love Hinata way more then pretending to love those heartless bastards. I had to go with her. Please use the memory justu inscribed into this scroll, it will reveal everything. Please . . . forgive me.

Her worst fear was proven true; Naruto did indeed leave the village to be with Hinata. Tsunade once again lost a loved one, maybe not to the darkness of death, but the heartlessness of betrayal. Her eyes began to water as she rolled the scroll out more, revealing the memory justu. Within a circle, the dried blood thumbprints of Hinata and Naruto waited for someone to unlock their secrets.

Tsunade, hoping this would reveal a good reason behind her 'brothers' betrayal, bit down on her both of her thumbs and focused chackra into their tips. Slowly she placed them on top of the dried prints that resided in the middle of the circle. Focusing hard, she uttered. "Hireki (Reveal)"

The memories of two minds invaded her own.

-Six Years before the Bloodshed-

Naruto sat on his swing, a swing he reserved only for times of complete sadness. Only five hours ago he had broken his promise to the one he so much adored. He remembered it well, how he came through the gates of the village with Kakashi and the surviving genins. Sakura was there, desperately looking for a sign of her Sasuke-kun.

"Sakura-chan, I'm sorry. I wasn't able to bring back Sasuke." He remembered saying, he didn't know what to expect from the girl, but he hoped for maybe an "Its okay", or "He was just a traitor".

But instead . . .

"You fucking lying bastard, how could you lose Sasuke-kun, I hate you!" That sentence drilled a deep hole into the young blonde's heart.

Naruto was shocked, hurt, and saddened. How could she care so much for that traitorous bastard? He didn't know how to react; the fuming girl in front of him shot him an evil glare and stomped off, cursing the blonde boy's name.

Naruto's shock soon worn off, and was replaced by fiery anger, he never felt this way towards Sakura, and he could almost image the girl screaming in pain as he ripped her still beating heart from her chest. That soon passed, as he shoved the feelings Kyuubi had implanted into his head away with disgust.

He wasn't at all injured, the wounds he sustained healed during the journey back due too Kyuubi. Luckily no one was killed, Chouji and Neji barely survived there fight against those sound-nins while Kiba and Lee were pretty beaten up, and Shikamaru had only a broken finger and a few cuts and bruises.

The condition of Kiba, Lee and Shikamaru was due only to the arrival of the Sand three. Otherwise they would have been in just as bad of a shape, or worst.

Naruto stopped thinking of the past, and tried to focus of the future. He decided that he stupid crush of Sakura would end. He didn't know how to force him self to push away the feeling he's felt for so long, but her actions earlier were a good place to start.

Naruto's determination for getting over Sakura passed, and he was once again left with nothing to cheer him up. His loneliness got the best of him, and his eyes began to cloud up as tears began their journey down the boy's whiskered cheeks.

An innocent Hinata stood hiding behind a tree. She witnessed what happened to her crush, and her heart broke when the words that Sakura said made Naruto slouch in sorrow. After Naruto left, Hinata decided to follow the boy, hoping that maybe he would open himself up to opportunity and she would gather the courage to approach him.

She followed him for several hours, when he finally came to a stop outside of the ninja academy and sat in the lone swing hanging from a branch. She hid, silently watching him for hours. She observed as the boy's face went through a myriad of emotions, from a hate and anger, to pure sadness and loneliness. Hinata could sympathize, she knew the pain of being alone, her family completely disowned her, and her sadistic father . . .

Hinata stopped her self from continuing that thought and she focused on the boy sitting in the swing. The light of the day was fading, the setting sun shining through the clouds, creating shades of purple and pink. Staring off into the distant sky, she knew now was the best chance to talk to him one on one. She could console him, and help him get over what that girl said. She could be his shoulder to cry on.

Could she do it? Her shyness was too strong and her confidence too low. But this was Uzamaki Naruto, the boy who held a special place in her heart. She has never felt this way about anyone and she didn't know how to explain it, or even how to deal with it. Worst of all, what if he rejected her, laughed at her for thinking he would care for someone like her.

The sky was black now, the stars shining brightly down, illuminating the small field that stood just outside the academy. Naruto, seeing the time decided it was best to go home, but not before grabbing some Raman. He lifted up off the seat, and started walking. He walked with hands in pocket and eyes downcast.

If his name wasn't called, he would have run straight into the person that called it.

"He . . . l . . . lo Naruto . . . kun." He heard a quit, sweet voice say. Naruto looked up to find Hinata standing in front of him, her fingers playing with each other in nervousness.

With surprise he responded. "Hello Hinata-chan, what are you doing out here?"

The girl's cheeks reddened, she couldn't tell him the real reason she was out here. He would be disgusted if he learnt that she was spying on him. She cursed herself for not thinking of something to say before she approached him.

She quickly said the first thing that popped into her mind. "I was just walking, trying to relax my mind."

Naruto looked down on the girl in front of him. He couldn't figure out why she couldn't look him in the face for less then 1 second before turning red in the cheeks and then looking another way. Maybe she was scared of him; maybe she knew about his secret and was afraid to look into his eyes in fear of being torn apart.

Naruto quickly tossed that thought out, if she was really scared of him, she wouldn't have even talked to him, let alone offer her great medicine to him at the Chunnin Exams. Still looking at the girl, whose cheeks were almost glowing crimson from his intent and questioning stare, Naruto noticed something for the first time . . . she's really, really pretty.

Staring at the girl, he noticed her presence calmed him, and his past feeling of anger and sorrow were swept away. His usual foxy grin returned to his face.

"Hey, Hinata-chan, I was just about to go to get some Raman. You want to come." Naruto said nervously, his hand scratching the back of his head. He wanted it to be more of a friendly occasion, and hopefully Hinata wouldn't think of it as a date and run away.

Hinata let out small squeak, her heart began to race and her face burned. Had Naruto just asked her out on a date? She didn't know, but didn't care. Her answer was simple. She nodded while saying "Yes."

Naruto brightened up even more, amazed that the girl so easily said yes. No badgering, no asking over and over, promising he would pay for everything. She just said yes.

Together they walked towards the Raman stand, both feeling a very happy with the person that accompanied them.

Hinata was walking home alone. Her 'date' with Naruto replayed over and over in her mind. They sat there for nearly an hour. It first started out silent, neither of the two knowing how to react, or what to say. But slowly the tension lifted and by the time they left they were chatting back and forth.

Hinata had a great time, she almost didn't stutter when talking to Naruto. She found as the minutes passed, her confidence and shyness lessened with each tick.

Naruto had offered to walk her home, he almost begged in fact. But she denied, knowing all too well that she would get in trouble for not only coming home late, but coming home with Naruto by her side.

She didn't know why her family loathed Naruto so much, but they did. They have told her over and over that if she ever associated with the boy, there would be dire consciousness. But, she couldn't help it, her fondness of the boy development before she knew that they hated him. After she knew, it only made here like the boy even more, knowing that her hated family wouldn't approve. It was a tiny thread of rebellion.

Hinata strolled most joyfully through the front gate of the Hyuuga manor. She silently made her way through the maze like hallways and stood in front of her bedroom door. She went to turn the knob, but noticed that the door was already ajar. She pushed it open, and all joy from her time with Naruto drained quickly, replaced by terror. There was a lone figure sitting on Hinata's bed, waiting for her.

"Hinata?" The man's voiced sliced through the air with nothing but malice.

"Father?" Hinata's voice came out low, her pulse quickened; she knew what was coming and battled over whether or not just to run. But she tried that before, and it only resulted in her being caught and . . .

Hinata's father stood up from her bad, and motioned to the girl. "You're late; you know the punishment for disobeying me."

The white eyed girl stepped with fear inside her cold, dark room. Crossing the threshold between the hallway and her room she closed her eyes and prayed for salvation.

It never came; her father grabbed her violently by the wrist and threw her onto the bed.

Hinata opened her eyes just long enough to see her father raise his fist, ready to strike. She quickly dug deep into her mind and went to her most familiar place.

It all went dark, the memories stopped.

-Present-

Tsunade jerked from the images in her head. She was sweating, the fear the girl felt before she walked into her room crept its way down Tsunade's spine. It was all too real, watching the events unfold through her eyes, feeling every emotion she felt.

Tsunade wiped away her now forming tears. She didn't know exactly what Hinata's father did to her, and she couldn't find out. The memory just blinked away. She almost knew why. Hinata must have forced everything, all sense of feeling, emotions and even her consciousness to the back of her mind. She didn't want to feel whatever her father did to her.

The Hokage released her thumb from the bigger dried blood print, one that was most likely Naruto's. She focused again, and started from the beginning of the memories that the Hyuuga had placed into the Justu. There she found more and more occurrences.

With each confrontation with her father, she would black out, not wanting to remember whatever her father did. Tsunade literally fast forwarded through Hinata's memories, confronting with over twenty cases of Hinata's blank outs.

Finally she happened onto one that was extremely disturbing. For this blank out, Hinata never awoke to the torment her father wrought being over. This blank out, she found herself awake in what only Tsunade could describe as . . . Hell. She started from the beginning, wanting to know exactly what happened up to this most disturbing situation through Hinata's own eyes.

She focused her chackra yet again and she found herself in the apartment of a blond boy, three years after Naruto and Hinata's first 'date.'

-Three Years before the Bloodshed-

"Happy birthday Hinata-chan!" The blond haired boy cheered while handing the blushing girl a long box wrapped in beautiful paper.

"Naruto-kun, thank you." The girl beamed as she took ah hold of the heavy box. Glancing up just once at the grinning Naruto, she peeled open the wrapper, slowly and neatly.

"Hinata-chan, I'm not too sure that's how it's done. Just rip it open. Not like I need the paper anymore."

The girl replied with a nod. All politeness lost ahs she tore into the paper, ripping pieces of the wrapping apart. Behind the paper, laid a black metal case with gold emboss which spelled out, "To my lovely Hinata-Chan."

The girl squeaked in delight. She knew what this box held. She opened the lid quickly to reveal something she had her eyes on for a year now.

Inside, tucked between fluffy velvet laid a beautiful ornamental Katana. The sheath was dark black, so clean it reflected Hinata's smiling face back at her. On both ends of the sheath, there were gold metal wrapped around it, twisted and carved into the image of a fox. She grabbed hold of the ivory handle. It was carved into a dragon and fox dueling, but even with the intricate work of art, it still fell comfortably into the girl's hands. She pulled the long, folded steel of the Katana out of its sheath. She gawked at the complete perfection that the blacksmith poured into this sword. Suddenly, her reverie was torn apart when worry crept into her mind.

"Naruto-kun, how could you afford something like this? It had to be much more than even I could afford."

Naruto frowned for just a split second. "You've been drooling over it since you saw that sword in the shop. I always knew about your obsession with Ornamental weapons, and I thought this would be a good start. Don't worry about the money, it wasn't that much. Especially since I'm a Chunnin now, my paycheck is more than adequate." Naruto said while smiling. He knew that wasn't the complete truth. He had saved for over a year for the sword. He gave up everything, only eating one bowl of Raman every other day for one year was complete torture. But it was worth it.

Hinata sighed with regret. "I'm sorry, it's beautiful and I love it."

Hinata placed the sword down carefully on the floor. She reached out and took the boy in a loving embrace. Kissing him softly on his lips, she whispered. "But, I love you more my beautiful fox."

Naruto didn't hesitate in returning the affection.

Hinata, once parted from her boyfriend stood up from the dining room table's wooden chair. She glanced over to the clock that hung just over the stove. She frowned, knowing that she couldn't be here any longer and had to go home.

"Naruto, thanks for the gift, but I must be getting home now."

Naruto grew confused, his presents weren't over yet. His planned an entire party; the rest of their friends would arrive any moment to start the festivities. She couldn't leave now.

"Hinata, why do you have leave? It's your birthday, and I'm not quit done giving you gifts." The boy said, trying to urge the girl to stay with a hint of bribery.

"I'm sorry, but I have previous arrangements with . . . my family. They have something planned for my birthday." The girl lied, her family barely acknowledged the fact she lived, let alone the day she was born. She only knew if she didn't get home soon, her father would most surely be angry.

Naruto sighed in defeat. "Okay."

With one last hug and kiss, Hinata walked out of Naruto's small apartment. She didn't like to lie to her Naruto-kun. But she wasn't going to tell him that if she got home after her nine o' click curfew, there would be hell to pay.

Waving back at Naruto who stood in the doorway of his apartment, Hinata picked up her pace and shifted the Katana's box in her hand, trying to find the most comfortable position.

During her walk home, she felt like someone was fallowing her, looking around she couldn't find anything out of the ordinary. She activated her Byakugen and searched the area once more. Again, she found nothing. She shrugged it off, and blamed it on her ever constant paranoia that overwhelmed her whenever Naruto wasn't around. Clearing her thoughts, she continued towards her 'families' manor.

Hinata walked into her room, she hid her gift from her family, just in case, by disguising it to be bag of herbs and ointments. Once inside her room, she laid the 'bag' down and decided to take a quick shower. She made it home with plenty of time to spare; her bedroom's lack of her angry father was evidence that she was indeed safe.

Hinata removed her overabundance of cloths. She wore them for a specific reason, to cover up what she didn't anyone to see. Undressed, Hinata stared into the mirror at the fading bruises that started from her neck and went to her thigh. She was able to usually get rid of the most of the pain and the markings using her ointment. But sometimes the bruises would defy the girl, insisting to scare her body for days. The bruises that covered her body now were the ignorant kind, they were received when she lost track of time while training with Naruto several days ago. She lied, telling her father that she was practicing by herself, not wanting him to know about her relationship with the demon boy. Luckily he bought it, and didn't beat her as bad as he could have.

Hinata stepped into her personal shower and twisted the knob so warm water would wash over her body. She let the water run down her face and over her chest. The water felt wonderful over her bruised body. She washed quickly, so she could enjoy the feeling of the water over her.

She was interrupted from her blissful shower when she heard her bedroom door slam. She panicked and quickly turned off the water and jumped out of the shower. Grabbing her tower and drying briskly, she wrapped it around her chest and opened her bathroom door to find her father sitting on her bed.

Hinata stopped dead with fear. Her father was holding the 'bag' in his hands.

"What is this." The man asked calmly.

Hinata swallowed her fear, and spoke as normally as she could. "It's just a bag of herbs that I use for my ointments."

Her father snorted. "You must think I'm a fool."

Hinata's father undid the genjutsu on the bag, and held the black box in his hands. He read the words embossed on the lid out loud with disdain. "To my lovely Hinata-Chan."

Hinata stepped back with fear, knowing the truth was out.

"It seems you've become a slut. The demon boy's slut no less." Her father hissed as he stood up.

Hinata eyes shot open with shock. "How did you know?"

Her father shot forward, grabbing her by the hand. He tossed on her the bed, ripping the towel off of her.

He crawled on top of her nude form, and whispered into her ear with hate and a hint of eagerness. "I'll show you what being a slut is all about. You've disappointed me for the last time."

Hinata cried out. "Please, stop!"

Hinata closed her eyes, trying to dig deep once again. Her last feeling before falling into blackness was of her father's hands on her throat and the other between her thighs.

Darkness . . .

Darkness . . .

Darkness . . .

Hinata felt the world crash around her. Pain shot through her body, piercing her skin and riddled her soul with judgment. Images of death invaded her mind; torn flesh and blood clouded her thoughts. The pain increased, and finally took shape and appeared over the girl.

The figure stood cloaked over Hinata's burned body. The figure removed its hood, and revealed his head. It was covered with rotting flesh, the skull underneath clearly visible.

Hinata screamed in terror as the cloaked figure charged her, its empty eye sockets exploded in hellfire.

The figure opened its mouth, letting out a demonic roar as it dove into Hinata. The girl screamed one last time before the world went dark once again.

Hinata woke with a scream. Her mind raced as to what happened. She looked around to find her self in the forest, the coldness of the night bit down on her nude body, forcing her to shiver.

She tried to get up, but found she was be held down by something.

She let her eyes focus in the darkness, and gasped with fear as the something on top of her turned into a person with blond hair and closed eyes, crouched next to her, head resting on her stomach.

"Naruto-kun?"

She didn't get a response, and realized something that made her blood freeze. He wasn't breathing. She placed her index and middle finger on the boy's neck to check his pulse.

Hinata became nauseated, and she felt her heart be torn apart with loss. She started to cry.

Naruto was dead.

-Author's Note-

Not much of a cliffy, considering we all know this is the past and Naruto was alive in the earlier chapters. But, whatever.

Sorry for taking so long to update, I had compositing finals for college this week and over the weekend I was hit by Hurricane Jeanne.

Anyway, decided to up the rating just in case. I didn't describe any of the more disturbing moments with Hinata and her father, but I might have to in a later chapter, might as well be prepared.

Well chapter 4 shouldn't take as long. I like to thank everyone that reviewed once again; I love the feedback and hope you guys continue. I'll try to respond to some reviews next chapter.

Just in case you haven't figured it out, This take place 6 years after the Sasuke thing. So the rookie-nine are around 18 years old. Hanabi is around 13, 14. Just FYI

Peace out.

-Next Chapter: Reasons for Bloodshed Part Two