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Divinity

Chapter III

Harp

Demon: An evil spirit; a source or agent of evil, harm, distress, or ruin.

"But, the bravest are surely those who have the clearest vision of what is before them, glory and danger alike, and yet notwithstanding, go out to meet it."

-Thucydides

Six-year-old Hinata waited patiently in the matriarch's office. Tsunade had told her the day before to meet her in her office as soon as she woke up. Hinata had no problem with this, but she was getting bored since Tsunade wasn't even there. With a sigh, Hinata stood up from her chair and walked around the room.

Her eyes strayed between different artifacts and paintings, but one object caught her attention almost immediately. Off in one of the corners of the room was a small instrument. If Hinata remembered correctly, it was a harp. Her mother had told her about different types of instruments, but the harp wasn't very common in Konoha. In fact, this was the first time Hinata had ever seen one up close. To her, pictures did not do it justice. The small harp was absolutely beautiful and intricately designed in white gold.

"So, you like the harp huh?" Tsunade entered the room, closing the door behind her.

Hinata jumped slightly at being surprised, but steadied herself to give Tsunade a smile and a nod.

Tsunade smiled and walked over to stand next to Hinata. "That was given to me decades ago, but I really have no use for it. Nobody in this village even knows how to play it."

Hinata gazed at Tsunade looking almost pleading.

The matriarch saw this and laughed lightly. "Do you know how to play, Hinata?"

"Um, no, but…" she stared longingly at the instrument.

"If you want, I can give this to you." She saw Hinata's face turn hopeful. "But on one condition," she smiled wider. "You'll have to learn how to play it."

Hinata smiled gleefully. "I will. Thank you Lady Tsunade."

"Sure, sure." She waved it off. "It's no problem. After all, the other girls have stuff like that to do as a hobby. Sakura is learning how to play the violin and Ino plays the flute. Tenten and Temari don't play instruments, but they do dance. It's entertaining to watch them, and will be nice to watch when they master those abilities." Tsunade inhaled and exhaled deeply. "Anyway, I called you in here so I can escort you to your first day as a deity. Shall we?"

Hinata nodded and followed the matriarch out of the office.

One year later…

Tsunade nearly ran toward the medical ward upon hearing that her presence was needed. She arrived and entered a room, where she saw Shizune and Jiraiya along with Asuma, Kakashi, and Gai. "What's going on?" she asked, closing the door behind her. Before anyone answered, Tsunade finally took notice of the small body lying underneath the covers on the hospital bed. It was a young boy, who looked unconscious.

Shizune stepped forward. "A few merchants traveling back to Konoha saw this boy passed out somewhere on the side of the road. They brought him to us, and…well…we found out that he's…a half-demon."

Tsunade glanced between the boy and everyone in the room with a serious gaze. "A half-demon huh?" she sighed. "I guess that brings up our total of half-demons to three." Another disheartened sigh. "And they're all the same age it looks like. Have you gathered any information on him?"

"From my knowledge," Kakashi spoke up. "The merchants asked the boy and he said his name is Sasuke. He came from a village not too far from here, but the village itself has been destroyed, and he seems to be the only survivor."

"The village was destroyed?" she asked incredulously.

Jiraiya folded his arms over his chest. "My guess would be another demon attack. It appears that the demons are now massacring whole villages rather than just demon hunters."

"Hmmm…" Tsunade rubbed her temples in frustration. "Alright. We'll keep him here, but I want a 24-hour surveillance on him. As young as he may be, he still has demon blood in him, and that alone can't be trustworthy. Kakashi?" she waited until he acknowledged her before continuing. "I'd like you to be the one to watch over him. Anything suspicious comes up, you alert me or Jiraiya immediately, understood?"

"Of course, Lady Tsunade."

"Good." She gazed once more at the dark-haired boy. "We'll have to get more answers out of him when he awakens."

"Lady Tsunade," Kakashi halted her from leaving. "If I may have a word with you and Lord Jiraiya?"

Tsunade regarded the young man for a moment before exchanging a serious glance with the Patriarch. They nodded to each other and waited until the others left the room before they began their discussion with Kakashi.

Once the door was closed and secure, Kakashi looked sternly at his superiors. "Well, Kakashi? What's the problem?" the lady asked.

Kakashi faced the unconscious boy and lowered his gaze. "There is something else about this boy that you need to know."

"What is it?" Jiraiya asked.

"His last name is Uchiha."

They were quiet for a moment before recognition brightened their features. "You mean…" Tsunade began motioning toward Kakashi's hidden eye.

Jiraiya's eyes narrowed. "Uchiha. Any relation to Itachi?"

Kakashi turned his attention to them. "Other than resembling Itachi physically, I'm not entirely sure. And the fact that this Sasuke is also a half-demon makes me quite curious as to how closely he's related to Itachi."

Tsunade crossed her arms over her chest. "If I remember correctly, Itachi was the notorious demon who you got in a fierce fight with awhile ago…and lost one of your eyes because of it…am I right?"

Kakashi nodded solemnly. "As much as I hate to admit it, I barely escaped with my life. That was the one and only time I ever retreated from a fight, and…I have no doubt that the only reason he let me go was because he considered me a waste of time." his tone held a strong sense of bitterness. The masked man sighed in order to calm himself before beginning again. "I have a theory that Itachi had something to do with destroying this boy's village. If my theory is on the mark, then…he must be close to Konoha since the boy's village was also close to Konoha."

Knowing exactly what Kakashi was hinting at, the two elders looked at each other. Tsunade was the first to speak. "Very well. In that case, I will have to speak with the village leader and inform him of this predicament. We'll need to make sure that anyone coming to or leaving the village will be aware of the possible danger lurking just outside our walls."

Jiraiya nodded in agreement. "That's a good idea. I'll go get a hold of him and arrange a meeting, hopefully soon." He paused and they all stared at the dark-haired sleeping boy. "As for now, I suggest we let the poor boy sleep and question him later."

"Alright girls, take a seat so we can begin." Kurenai instructed and waited for the five girls to sit down before beginning her lesson.

There was one row of five desks with each one being filled. Starting from the left sat Tenten, Temari, Hinata, Ino, and Sakura.

Seeing that they were all seated, Kurenai sat in a chair facing the small group of deities. "Okay, today's lesson will be short since we're only going over one subject. But I feel that this subject is vitally important, so you all better pay attention." She gave them all stern looks before continuing. "Today we will be talking about demons. Now, who can tell me what a demon is?"

Sakura raised her hand immediately.

"Sakura?"

Sakura smiled smugly and lowered her hand. "A demon is a type of evil creature that exists here in the world. They can look differently, but most demons resemble humans, so it's hard for anyone to really tell whether the person is a demon or a human."

"Good." Kurenai smiled. "And is there a way to tell if they are in fact a demon?"

Sakura raised her hand again, but Temari blurted out the answer. "Yeah. They say that demons have potent blood, but humans can't really detect that, so they look at their eyes." Temari paused to yawn. "A demon's eye color is never normal-looking…like yellow or red…"

"That's true…" Kurenai muttered. "Anything else?"

Sakura waved her arm in the air frantically.

Kurenai sighed. "Go ahead, Sakura."

Sakura smiled once again. "Demons have markings on one of their wrists to signify whether they're a demon or not. They say that demons are born with that marking so it's kind of like a birthmark, but black colored."

"Right again." Kurenai lounged back in her chair. "Now, the reason why I'm going over this with you is because I want you all to be prepared should you ever have the misfortune of meeting a demon. They are dangerous and very powerful." Kurenai warned while at the same time trying not to scare them. "It has been proven on more than one occasion just how brutal they really are. They have destroyed entire nations and left no one alive. It is their way, just as it is some hunters' way to seek out the demons and kill them. But, you shouldn't feel worried about that. As you may already know, Konoha is well protected from demons. There's an invisible barrier around the entire village to keep demons away. That barrier has been there since the goddess lived here."

Tenten leaned forward in interest. "Well, how do you know that the barrier is still up?"

Kurenai opened her mouth to answer, but Ino answered knowingly. "Because they've seen demons try to invade Konoha, but failed. Right, Miss Kurenai?"

Kurenai gave Ino a scolding look. "You really should try to learn like the rest of the girls instead of just reading our minds, Ino."

Ino smiled and shrugged.

"On another note," Kurenai began again. "There are also…individuals out there known as half-demons." She noticed Temari frown for an instant before appearing bored again. "Now, half-demons are exactly as the name suggests. They are half demon and half human. This occurs when a demon and a human…reproduce. The child is given some demon powers, but the bloodlust does not run so deep in them. They still have human nature after all."

Temari grunted inaudibly in agreement. "So, it's stupid when others try to treat them like monsters when they aren't."

The rest of the girls along with Kurenai stared at Temari. While the girls were confused, Kurenai nodded her head sadly. "That is also true."

Ino grumbled and crossed her arms in front of her. "That's not fair, Temari! You can't just block me out of your mind! I wanna know!"

"It's none of your business, Ino." Temari retorted, feeling accomplished that she was able to learn how to block Ino from her thoughts. The other girls didn't know how to do it, but she could tell they now wanted to learn. Temari had to remind herself to thank Anko later for teaching her that nifty trick.

"Okay, ladies. That's enough." Kurenai interjected. "Actually, I think that's enough for today. Head out to the courtyard and Miss Anko should be there waiting for you."

With that dismissal, the girls quickly got out of their seats and ran toward the courtyard to begin their power control class.

Once lunch had finished, the deities were given free time to go do whatever they wished. As for Hinata, she decided to go out to the gardens, which was dubbed as her favorite place. As was her routine now, she walked around the garden, admiring all the flowers and their own individual beauty. If any of the flowers were beginning to wilt, Hinata would delicately heal them back to their beautiful splendor.

After a half-hour or so, Hinata decided to walk along the edge of the towering wall, where many trees and bushes tried to hide the wall from her sight. Near one of the tall trees, Hinata sat down and reclined back onto the soft grass. With her eyes staring up into the cloudless sky, she jumped at feeling something scurry over her feet. Looking around frantically, she finally spotted what it was.

There was a small squirrel running around the trees and through the various bushes near the wall. Hinata watched it with fascination as it found a nut and began scurrying toward one bush in particular. Always being the curious one, Hinata followed it, hoping to see where it had gone off.

She knelt near the tall bush and pushed aside most of the leaves and branches, looking around for the squirrel. She searched for a long while only to come up empty-handed. It was like the squirrel vanished. But even though she couldn't find it, something else caught her eye. The further she pushed herself through the large bush, the clearer she was able to see a rather medium-sized hole in the thick wall. The hole wasn't gigantic, but it was large enough to fit a petite woman through, so if Hinata were to go through, it'd be too easy.

At first, Hinata was about ready to back out, knowing that beyond the walls of Konoha was a dangerous world. However, Hinata also wondered what that world looked like. Couldn't even dangerous worlds be beautiful at some parts? Being the optimist she was, Hinata nodded her approval and crawled further in until she was crawling through the hole itself. It took her awhile to get through it fully, and she pulled away with a few scrapes on her arms and legs, as well as her outfit being ripped at certain places, but nothing too bad. The scrapes were easily healed, but she had to remind herself to sneak back into the mansion and change before anyone else noticed.

Pushing those thoughts out of her mind, Hinata stood erect and gazed around her to see what the walled-in Konoha probably wouldn't have ever let her see. Unfortunately, it wasn't as beautiful as Hinata was hoping it'd be. Instead, a large dense forest greeted her with shadows lurking everywhere despite it being a sunny afternoon. She was about ready to turn back until her curiosity once again overrode those feelings and urged her forward into the dark unknown forest. For some odd reason, she felt as though she was being called there. It was like there was something within that scary forest that Hinata needed to see. Without anymore hesitation, Hinata strode forward into the trees with an audible gulp being the only noise infiltrating her ears.

To put it simply, Hinata was scared. The forest looked dark and foreboding on the outside, but on the inside it was ten times worse. Strangely, it was colder and there were shadows everywhere she turned. She was beginning to think that there was no sunlight peeking in whatsoever. Nonetheless, Hinata trudged on while memorizing her surroundings in order to get back.

In the midst of looking around her while walking, Hinata failed to notice the overgrown tree root sticking out of the ground in front of her, causing her to trip and fly forward a small distance. She whimpered, feeling the sting on her palms and knees and even a small scrape on her cheek. Frowning pitifully, she slowly stood back up only to notice that she had stumbled into a large clearing.

The clearing itself could be summed up in one word: Desolate. It was completely barren of life other than the trees that surrounded it in a complete circle. Every step she made, she could hear the ground underneath her crunch from the dead plants, and it disheartened her. She had never seen so much symbolic and literal death in one place before.

Hinata's innocent face formed into a pout as she knelt down with a determined expression. She closed her eyes and focused her energy just as Anko had taught her recently. With her hands pressed firmly onto the hard ground, she slowly released consistent amounts of energy into the ground, forcing it to circulate throughout the entire clearing.

Feeling slightly exhausted, Hinata opened her eyes and retracted her hands from the ground. What she saw greatly pleased her, allowing her to feel quite accomplished, for the once desolate clearing was currently overflowing with life. Flowers of every type and color littered the ground, turning the clearing into a meadow. Hinata was joyful.

That is…until she realized that she wasn't alone in the meadow. In fact, if she had looked around earlier, she would've noticed the unconscious figure reclining against a tree on the edge of the clearing. Hinata's wide eyes focused on the figure, which looked as though the person was dead.

With a gulp, Hinata walked slowly toward the figure with her fingers gripping onto her dress tightly. She'd be lying through her teeth if she said that she wasn't scared, but concerned for a fellow human being wasn't so far off the mark.

After what seemed like forever, the dark-haired girl was now crouching down near the man in order to take a good look at him. He didn't look old at all, but he wasn't as young as her either. In fact, he looked younger than the three security men Lady Tsunade had introduced to her a year ago. His long dark hair was tied back in a low ponytail, and he adorned a black hooded cape. The front part of his cape was open slightly, revealing his black pants and a sleeveless leather top that reminded her vaguely of thin armor. Being this close, she was finally able to see that he wasn't dead…just asleep.

What made her gasp, though, was what his hands were clasped over. Both his hands were resting protectively over a large wound on his stomach with blood seeping through his fingers. Her face became more worried when she also noticed another deep wound in the left part of his chest right around the location of his heart. Hinata wasn't a doctor, but she didn't need to be in order to catch on that his shallow breaths were proof that he was barely alive.

Now, Hinata didn't have very much experience with healing people, but there was no hesitance in her when she leaned forward with the clear intention to help this man live. With a gentleness that only Hinata contained, she lifted his hands from his stomach wound and rested them down at his sides. Her hands hovered above his wound while taking quick glances at his face, his chest wound, his arms, his hands…the mindfully familiar marking on his right wrist…Her body froze in shock and realization.

Marking on the wrist…Hinata remembered learning about that earlier on that day. Sakura had said something about black birthmarks on a wrist usually means that it's a…demon. Wide-eyed Hinata gazed into the expressionless face of the man before her only to come to the actualization that this "man" was actually a full blooded demon.

Thus, she landed herself into a very difficult situation. Her mind was screaming at her to get up and run back to the safety of the temple like her life depended on it. Her heart, on the other hand, was insisting that she help save the demon's life. Hinata's gaze fell down to her lap as she debated over the issue. Run back home or save a life—demon or otherwise?

A quiet groan forced her attention back onto the young demon in front of her. He hadn't awakened yet, but it wasn't hard to see that he was in pain although he was hiding it well. Gulping once again, that one groan made the decision for her. Demon or not, Hinata wasn't going to just let someone die…not when she had the sole ability to change that.

The young girl hovered her hands over his stomach wound once again and focused sternly on what she had to do. This time, her eyes weren't closed, but they were set on the bloody injury just below her hands. For the first time since she had discovered her unique powers, Hinata watched as her hands glowed in a soft green light and transferred into the wound itself. Slowly, the wound began to heal as if it had never been there in the first place.

Unlike plants and animals, healing an actual person proved to be quite exhausting. Hinata could immediately feel her body start to weaken, but she willed herself to stay strong since she still had one more deep wound to go. Therefore, once she finished with his stomach injury, she moved onto his more threatening injury just above his heart. There was no indecisiveness in Hinata's attitude as she at once began healing the deep gash. Despite her body feeling like it wanted to collapse, Hinata's willpower alone kept her steady and concentrated on the task at hand. No…she wasn't going to let him die. The possibility that the demon would just kill her once he came around entered her mind, but she pushed it away for her to dwell on later.

Her vision was blurring and she was beginning to fade in and out of darkness. In all honesty, she had never felt so tired before. It was becoming increasingly difficult to steady her wavering body and not crash onto the ground. With every last bit of strength she had, she forced her eyes open long enough to see that she had successfully healed his wound. With a relieved smile, her arms fell limply by her sides and her eyes shut just before her body toppled over onto the ground. As she lay there on her side with sleep just around the corner, she was able to welcome that sleep when she could hear the calm and stable breathing originating from the young demon next to her.

The young-looking demon awoke with a surprising start and immediately took notice of the trees around him. His memory returned quickly, reminding him how he had gotten to where he was and why he was there in the first place. He knew he had massacred an entire village save for one little boy—his half-brother, he reluctantly admitted. The boy was supposed to die, but the rest of the village and his father died instead. The fight with his father was gruesome, but he came out as the one alive, though injured very badly. He also knew that he had run into a group of demon hunters shortly afterwards. Normally, demon hunters were of no concern, but he had already used a good deal of his energy before they arrived.

Thus, with his already serious injuries he was weakened, but still managed to slaughter the hunters in a few swift moves. The only downside to the whole situation was that he was near death, and another group of demon hunters was currently tracking him down. Where they were exactly, he wasn't sure at the moment, but he would find out.

Just as he had turned to gaze around him, he had first caught sight of how different the clearing looked. When he had collapsed there earlier, it was utterly dead. Now, it was bursting with life. He was disgusted with the large abundance of perfumed flowers.

With a snarl, he then took notice of a small body lying not too far from him. Despite his face revealing no emotion whatsoever, he was inwardly interested. The girl was small, pale, fragile-looking, and claimed the most intriguing color of hair he had ever seen. Itachi was no stranger to the typical black, brown, blonde, and red hair colors, but hers was more of a blue-black or indigo even.

Pushing that irrelevant thought aside, he crouched down over her with his elbows resting lazily on his knees. His blood-red eyes stared intensely at her sleeping form as if he was studying a new species. And to him, she was a new species. He grunted. I was beginning to think that deities were going to become a mere legend, but here one is, and not too long after the last ones died. She's a very young one as well. He leaned back on his heels and gazed down at his chest and stomach, where he knew he once had fatal injuries. His fingers traced over where the wounds used to be, and realized that the young deity must've been the one to heal them. This only further enhanced his interest. Perhaps she was not aware that she healed a demon. She probably assumed I was just another insignificant mortal. He snorted in repulsion. "Pathetic human…" just as he was mumbling his current thoughts, his head shot up and he sniffed the air searchingly.

Only a second later, his lips curved into a smirk and he stood up with the little girl still sleeping at his feet. So, they've finally caught up to me. Itachi turned around and watched as a total of five men, carrying various weapons, entered into the clearing. Each of their eyes was dead set on their enemy, who was still smirking maliciously.

"Demon!" one of the men—demon hunters—called out raising the tip of his sword in Itachi's direction. "You have slaughtered our comrades! Prepare to meet your end!"

Itachi's smirk disappeared to be replaced by his nearly permanent stoic expression. "You are not worth my time. Go back and bury your dead."

"Is that a threat, demon?" the man hissed.

"No…a suggestion. It'd be wiser to do that than stay here and die pointlessly. I have already killed many humans today, and I wouldn't really mind killing a few more. However, seeing as I am in a fair mood, I am giving you a chance to run away with your lives still in tact…" his eyes narrowed mockingly. "After all, isn't that what all of you pathetic humans do?"

Each of the individual hunters growled in anger and tightened their grips on their weapons. It stopped when one of the men noticed the small body lying just behind the demon's feet. His eyes widened in horror. "That little girl…you monster! What kind of a bastard would murder an innocent child!"

Itachi didn't glance behind him to know whom he was talking about. Apparently, they thought the young deity was dead. "A heartless one I'd imagine. Nonetheless, I am a demon, and killing an innocent has never bothered me once."

While most of the men were in heated anger, a smaller skinny man nudged the one who might've been the leader. "Sir? That blood we found back in the forest…you said that it was demon's blood. You said that this demon was injured, but he doesn't look it at all."

The leader frowned and analyzed the demon in front of him. He was beginning to doubt his instincts until he noticed two large rips in the demon's leather armor with blood staining the area around it. "No…he was injured…" he scowled darkly. "But somehow the damn creature managed to heal quicker than I could've imagined possible."

Even though it didn't show, Itachi was growing quite bored with the insignificant demon hunters before him. "If you're going to attack me, then attack me. If you're going to run away, then do it already. Either way, make your decision now or I will make it for you…and believe me, you will not like my decision."

The group of men stared at the demon for a few minutes before the leader spoke up loudly. "Men, let us rid the world of this demon's existence and get revenge for our lost comrades! Attack now!"

Itachi shook his head and released an inaudible sigh. Brainless morons…The tip of a sword was lunged toward his face only for Itachi to step to the side easily. His hand moved in a blur to wrap around the sword's blade and broke it off as easily as snapping a twig. Before the man could so much as widen his eyes in astonishment, Itachi had thrown the broken-off blade, forcing it to stab into the man's forehead killing him instantly.

In the time that it took the man to fall to the ground dead, Itachi had disappeared and reappeared in the middle of the rest of the demon hunters.

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Screams and gasps of pain were the sounds that awoke Hinata from her deep slumber. Her eyelids stayed tightly shut while the rest of her body began to move in order to awake her further. She let out a quiet groan and finally opened her eyes. At first, her mind was completely occupied with trying to remember what had happened last. Her attempts quickly ended when she sat up and took in the sight a few feet in front of her. With a terrified gaze, she stared on as she watched the familiar demon standing in the middle of a blood bath. There were men lying awkwardly at his feet with their eyes wide open in frozen fear and blood splotching every inch of their bodies. The fact that they were motionless forced Hinata to believe that they really were dead…or killed to be precise.

Actually, there was still one man alive, but it didn't look like that would last long. He was kneeling before Itachi with his hands pushing hard against his own head. She would've imagined that his eyes would be closed from all the obvious pain, but they were open and locked onto the demon above him.

The man was screaming in a way Hinata had never heard before. It was blood curdling and caused her to feel waves upon waves of terror. The strange thing was, was that the demon was just standing there not even touching the man…just looking at him intensely. Or at least, she assumed he was. All she could see from her angle was his back.

As the screams grew hoarse and more gruesome, Hinata found herself shaking in fear. She hunched over, closing her eyes and covering her ears with her hands in a sad attempt to drown out the piercing screams. "Please…stop…" she whispered into the wind.

Itachi, with his impeccable demonic hearing, managed to hear the soft whisper. His blood-red eyes closed, ending the torture. When he opened them again, the man had collapsed onto the ground to join the rest of his dead comrades. "Hn." He grunted carelessly, and turned around to see the little girl hunched over with her eyes closed and hands clasped over her ears protectively. Seeing her position, he snorted in disgust and walked over until he was standing just in front of her. "Pathetic."

At hearing his deep voice so close, Hinata's eyes snapped open and she looked up fearfully, directing her gaze onto the demon's dark red eyes. She gulped and pulled her knees up to her chest as a form of protecting herself.

Itachi disregarded her obvious fear, and crouched down in front of her with most of his weight resting on his heels. His arms once again lay lazily on his knees, and his eyes stared intensely into her white eyes. White eyes? That's unusual. A white-eyed human…that's something I've never encountered before. This little girl is not like the other humans. "Your name, deity." He demanded coldly.

Hinata bit her lip and tried to calm herself down before answering. "U-U-Uh…I…it's…" she gulped again. "H-H-Hinata…"

"Are you scared, Hinata?" he questioned even though his questions only sounded like statements.

She defiantly shook her head.

"Liar. I can smell fear emanating from every pore in your weak little body."

She flinched and turned her gaze onto the flowers below her. "A-Are y-you going to k-kill me now…?"

"Hmmm…is that an invitation?" a tempting smirk dominated his features.

Her eyes met his once again and she shook her head more fervently. "N-No…please don't…"

"Hn." He stood up, returning his face to looking impassive. "You need not worry. If there's one thing I hate more than humans, it's the fact that I might owe something to one of them. So…in return for saving my life I will spare yours. Although…" he paused and smirked diabolically. "Should we meet again, I can not guarantee your safety."

The young Hinata stared blankly for a moment before nodding in understanding.

"Good." He turned around silently and began to walk toward the forest.

"Um…" her quiet voice made him stop and wait for her to say what she wanted to. Normally, he would just keep walking, but for some reason he wanted to hear her speak. "Um, uh…" Hinata stood up and clasped her hands in front of her. "M-May I ask y-your name?"

The demon remained still as a statue, but once again started walking toward the dense forest. And just before he had entered completely, he murmured his answer. "Itachi Uchiha." And then he was gone.

End of Chapter Three. Thank you for reading! Please review!