It's me again, I'm not disappearing anytime soon. So here's chapter 4.

Disclaimer: This wouldn't be fanfiction if it belonged to me now would it. It belongs to the widely worshipped Masashi Kishimoto…

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Hinata awoke to a violent, piercing ache in her head. She cried out, thinking that perhaps she was being attacked, and swiftly sat up with her throbbing head in her hands, only to fall back down again with her legs tangled in a thin blanket. She lay there, completely still, breathing slowly until the pain gradually died down. She tightly shut her eyes and dared to hope against all of her reason that she was at home at that particular moment. Sasuke would probably throw open the door at any minute, she thought. He would tease her mercilessly for having gotten wasted until she begged him, on the verge of tears, to stop. Then he would smirk and apologize, and the teasing would turn into touching (she still blushed bright red just thinking about it) and he would tell her how much it tore him apart to see her run away and how he never wanted to lose her ever again. At least that's how she desperately wished from the bottom of her heart that things would happen.

Hinata lazily opened her eyes, only to be greeted by a chaotic mess of unfamiliar surroundings. A small animal cry escaped from her throat as she took it all in, and she had to cover her mouth with her hand to keep herself from throwing up. The room was small and mostly bare, with gray walls and the sheets on the bed which she lay on were a moody shade of blue. There were a few things that were tossed carelessly on the floor here and there, and one of those things, she noticed with a spasm of terror, just happened to be an Akatsuki jacket. In its harsh shades of black and red, it stuck out conspicuously from everything else that was in the room. She went completely white at the sight of it (as if she wasn't naturally pale enough already), threw her head into the pillow, and screamed until her throat felt like it would explode and bleed.

She dug her fingers into her hair as a barrage of frightening questions raced through her mind. Why am I here, she thought. How in the hell did I end up here? In a bed? Akatsuki? Why? She quickly sat up and let out a deep sigh of relief to see that she was still fully clothed, at least, although she was alarmed to notice that there was what seemed to be dried blood on her jacket. That momentary panic brought her back to her last moments at the bar before she blacked out, and to the panic that she last felt as she was staring at Itachi.

The same Itachi who had made Sasuke's life a living hell, and who was probably going to make her life into an even worse hell, she thought as she smacked herself on the forehead for getting into such a perfectly hopeless situation. She felt as if she had just received a death sentence, and was just sitting there like a prisoner awaiting her final moment in a cold, gray room. Over the years, Hinata had grown to be considered a fierce and talented opponent in battle. Though she had yet to come anywhere near to her cousin Neji's skill level, she had stil become someone that her family could be proud of. However, she was miserably aware that against someone like Itachi, she was worth absolutely nothing. In this case, Neji's formerly cherished theories on unchangeable destiny would be dead on, she thought with a deep and mournful sigh that turned into a painful, choking sob.

Itachi would probably beat her, rape her, and put her through all kinds of unimaginable tortures before Sasuke or anyone else could track her here. Then if Sasuke did come for her, Itachi would probably use the mangekyou sharingan and force Sasuke to watch every terrifying second of it. For the sake of her husband's sanity, she knew that she couldn't allow that to happen. Even though she felt drained and paralyzed, and had no will to fight what she knew was a losing battle; for Sasuke's sake, she had to do something, but she could only think of one terrible thing.

She closed her eyes and thought of her first love, Naruto, like she always did when she was afraid. Her feelings for him had been the purest and sweetest that she had ever felt.

His charmingly awkward smile and tireless spirit had intrigued and inspired her. Her feelings for Sasuke had been so much more complex and complicated. He would've expected something like this to happen to her, she thought, but Naruto had believed in her. Believed that she could be more. And it had all come to nothing. She was indeed a failure…The sound of hushed voices coming from a nearby room snapped her out of her daydreaming and reminded her of what needed to be done. She took a kunai from her pocket and held it lovingly to her chest, glad that all of her shame would come to an end at last.

FLASHBACK-Hyuuga main house

The little girl sat with her head down, on the tatami mat floor. She was cold and she was scared so her shoulders shook violently. She tried her hardest to stop them, to calm herself, because she knew that her father was looking down on her with eyes full of disappointment, but it was of no use. She wished that she could go running back to her soft spoken, kind eyed mother and her baby sister, but she didn't dare to move a single muscle. "Hinata, it has been two years since the night that you were nearly kidnapped. Do you remember that night?" He asked in a monotonous tone of voice which betrayed no emotion whatsoever. She tried hard to answer, but her uncontrollable shaking was causing her words to come out broken and nearly unintelligible. "Y…y.yes, f..fff..father, I r..re..remember that," she managed to reply.

"You are a frail and sickly child, like your mother." He said. Hiashi's voice seemed to break a little at the mention of her mother, who did indeed seem to be sick most of the time, despite the constant attention of some of the best medic ninjas. "The leader of the Cloud village probably noticed this about you, and thus chose you as an easy target for capture," he said with eyes that began to blaze with anger at the memory. "That is why you must become someone that no one would even dare to touch, someone who is strong and who inspires fear and respect, even at your young age." He stared at her intently while he spoke, making her anxious and fidgety. She barely understood what he was trying to tell her, and was terrified of having to look him in the eye. She was only six after all, and so she focused on a bright colored bird that stood perched on a nearby window instead, very much wishing that she could trade places with it. Hiashi saw this and roughly turned her face towards his once again. "You will listen to me while I speak," he yelled as tears began to roll down Hinata's small round face. He looked away from her and sighed.

"Most of the time, the branch members of our family will be there to protect you, Hinata, as will I. We will make sure that you are never again captured alive." Hinata smiled weakly; feeling relieved and reassured, until he spoke again. "But if you ever were to be captured again, it would probably be the end for you, and the secrets of our blood limit would be at risk." He nodded as he spoke. He seemed more concerned about the byakugan than about her, she thought as her bottom lip began to tremble.

"Your only option then would be to take your own life, for your own honor and for the protection of our clan's secrets." He continued as he drew out a small kunai from the folds of his robe and placed it in front of her. She saw her round, blurry face reflected on its shining surface. "A blow to the neck is the quickest way to do it," he said nonchalantly. Hinata froze for a moment as the full meaning of his words hit her, and all of the noise she had been holding in came bursting out. All the tears, wails, and sobs echoed in the quiet little room, but a small smile began to form on Hiashi's face.

He lifted her chin up so that she was looking him in the eye once again. "You don't want it to have to come to that, do you, Hinata?" He asked.

"Nnn..n..no! I d.ddon't wanna die!" Hinata nearly screamed out the words.

He gave her a harsh look then. "Then go. Improve. Become worthy of your birthright. You may return to your mother." He said while waving his hand to dismiss her. She ran, without looking back, from the silent, dark-lit room and bumped straight into her cousin Neji. She fell hard on the floor. As she got up and rubbed her bleeding nose, she saw that he was staring at her with a triumphant grin on his face. She loved her older cousin and didn't understand how during the past year he had become so cold with her. He bent down towards her. "A blow to the neck is the quickest way to do it," he whispered mockingly before he ran off snickering, leaving Hinata to cry all by herself on the floor.

FLASHBACK END

Hinata reflected back on that day. Her stuttering had begun around that time, and her mother had also died a short time later for reasons no one could explain, so it was a time she didn't like to dwell on. "At least I'll be able to see her again," she said as she prepared to stab herself in the throat. However when she looked down, she saw that her hand was empty, and with deep frustration she realized that she was not alone. "I'm very sorry but you will not be seeing her anytime soon." Itachi said casually as he stood in the corner, watching while Hinata screamed out loud in disappointment once again.

Chapter 4 end

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This was kind of moody eh. And yes, I know I'm a little late. The reason for both is that it was that time of the month if you know what I mean and I hadn't really felt like writing but I did anyways, so I hope y'all enjoy. Your reviews make me smile and if you can think of any way that I can improve this story and make it better, than please let me know.

Sasuke- that time of the month? Way too much information.

Me-Why do you keep popping up anyways!!! (starts throwing scary temper tantrum)

Now review lovely people!