Vixen. Of. Chaos here! Well I have come up with something totally awesome. The first chapter of this story I've been working on for awhile now. It's a itty bitty bit different than my other stories. Not much though. I'm actually going to start a bit of a chronicle type thing. It's called the Hybrid Chronicles. You should check them out. Well here is: The Hybrid Chronicles; Naruto Style! lol
Sakura: Naruto is a hybrid?!
Vixen: I didn't say that...
Sakura: Yes! You did!!
Vixen: (sighs) No I didn't.
Sakura: Then why is the title..."The Hybrid Chronicles: Naruto Style!" ?.?
Vixen: (rolls eyes) Because it's his show. I didn't say it was he who was the main character.
Sakura: O.O ...Oh....I knew that.
Vixen: Sure ya did...(Sarcasm)....Oh this story isn't a poem. It just seems that way at first. Anyway, On with the story! =D
Just so you know. Everyone looks the same as they did in the episodes. Only when they get older will I change their looks a bit. Also, the adults will look the same. And Hiashi will look the same....like a piece of Sh*t!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto...... T.T
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This is mostly Hinata's point of view.
Example---regular words
Example---Me talking. (also the beginning of story.)
example---thoughts
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Life is like a candle.
Most start out bright, pure, and youthful, like our children.
However, all candles are different.
Some are lit easily.
Some are just stubborn.
Some are pure.
Some are not.
Some are old.
And some are young.
My candle is dark, impure.
Always has been.
Or so I've been told.
Only recently it has changed.
Dyed red from all the blood I've spilled.
From afar it seems as though it's not lit.
But up close, a small flame is struggling to live on.
It withers.
Waiting.
On a small breeze.
To return the darkness.
I am Hinata Hyuuga and I'm here to tell you my story.
I must warn you though....It isn't a happy one.
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You've been Warned.
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At the young age of 7 I lost my mother. She died while giving birth to my sister, Hanabi. My mother was my whole world. She held me when I cried, sang to me before I fell asleep, and always reminded me that I was loved. She was all I had.
My 'father' was too engrossed in his 'business' to care about his little girl. The only time I saw him was on the night my mother died. And that was not a happy memory.
While we (Me and my father) were in the waiting room, screams came from the emergency room. From my mother. And the whole time, while my mother was screaming in pain, my 'father' had a smile on his face. Not a happy smile, either. But one of those that you see on t.v. on the bad guy as they watch their prey suffer. It was terrible. It was as if he was laughing at my mother's pain.
That night still haunts me.
The burial was held two days later. She was buried under a willow tree in the graveyard down the road from our house. It rained the whole time. As if the angels were crying over the loss of one of their own. My father held no such pain. He smiled as he held his new child in his arms.
The devil and his spawn.
I didn't cry either. My mother always told me that emotions made us human, but I wasn't human. And I wouldn't let that wretched man see me at my weakest. From that night on, I was a walking, talking statue. My face never held any emotion. At least not in public.
When I was alone in my room, away from others, I cried. But only then.
From there on my 'father' took care of me.
He fed me.
Barely.
He cared for me.
None.
He sung to me.
Not unless you count yelling.
He kept a roof over my head.
Oh yeah.
He moved me to the shed behind our, I mean their, home. It was damp and cold. The roof leaked and there were mice and other creatures everywhere. I was to wake every morning at 3 to cook breakfast and to clean. Then, I'd prepare lunch. After that I would go to school. He didn't want me to go but he didn't have a choice. Well he did, but if he refused then I'd be sent to the orphanage and he'd lose a servant. After school, I'd cook super and care for Hanabi while 'father' was at 'work'. If I forgot one single chore or disobeyed him then I'd be beaten. Even though he beats my everyday. Even when I didn't do anything.
My life was pure hell.
It was on my 11th birthday that I figured out why.
While cleaning the first floor, I stumbled upon a door hidden in the wall. My curiosity getting the better of me, I opened it.
Stairs.
Lots of them.
And complete darkness.
I slowly made my way down. My hand on the wall to stop me if I fell.
Halfway down, my hand made contact with something sticky. Caught off guard, I quickly retreated to the wall on my other side. Only to find nothing but air. Finding nothing to grab for leverage, I fell backwards.
It seemed like a long drop. But I awaited the floor none the less. I didn't have to wait long. Pain spasmed through my whole body as my back slammed on top of a table and something sharp. Nothing but a small whimper escaped from my lips. I waited patiently for the pain to ease. As it did, I layed there, staring at my surrounding. A dim light lay overhead. Lab coats hung neatly on a coatrack by the stairs. Three tables. One on the right side of the stairs, which I occupied. One in front of the stairs, overflowing with tubes and jars. The other on the left. There was something on it. But it was covered by a white operating blanket. I slowly rise into a sitting position only to wince. The sharp object I landed on was still lodged into my back. Wincing slightly, I reach back and steadily pull it out. I bring it around to look at it.
A needle.
From the length of blood on the point, it must of went in pretty far.
All I could hope for was that it didn't have anything in it.
I cast a look to the covered table then back at the needle. I slowly lay it on the table and make my way across the room. As a pass in front of the stairs, I was to preoccupied to see the dark eyes peering at me from the darkness. As I reach my destination, I hesitantly reach my right hand out. My fingers come in contact with cloth as cold as ice. I grab a hand full and pull up just enough to see under.
Darkness.
To enthralled in seeing what is under there, I didn't hear the footsteps quickly approaching behind me.
I went to raise the blanket only to have my hand snatched in a deadly grip.
"What do you think you are doing?" He whispered harshly in my ear, spitting his saliva on my neck. As I tried to keep the vile down, I turned around slowly only to gasp.
There in front of me was Hiashi still in his 'business' suit and angry.
"I asked you a question!" He yelled, squeezing my wrist tightly. "What are you doing down here?!?"
My legs gave out from underneath me as I shook with fear.
"I'm so sorry, Hiashi-sama! I was just curious is all. I didn't touch anything!! I swear!!"
By then my body was wracking with deep sobs.
I expected a slap or even a kick to the gut. But what happened is much worse.
He smiled.
I shuddered. The only time he ever smiled is when he saw his competition fall to the ground or when he had an idea.
And the last time he had an idea, I was shackled to the ground as he hit me repeatedly with a leather whip. He has an evil mind. An evil, Messed Up mind.
"You were just curious, were you?" he asked, his smile widening as I nodded.
"Well then let me give you the tour." He tuged my wrist roughly, making me stand. He dragged me to the table I had landed on earlier.
"This is where we usually inject certain 'mixtures' into unwilling victims." He pulls me to a table across from the stairs. Tons of small vials and tubes filled with different colors liquids are scattered across it. "This is where we make the 'mixtures'."
He released his hold on my wrist. I was tempted to run but I knew I wouldn't get far. He reached down and unlocked a box I hadn't noticed before. "And this..." He said as he pulled out a small vial filled with a thick silver/white liquid. "Is 'The Mixture'."
"'The Mixture'. Hiashi-sama?" 'Damn Me and my big mouth.'
"Curious yet again, Hinata?" He smiled. And I resisted the urge to vomit.
"This is my latest mixture. You see, I like to live in luxury. To live like that, I have to have money. My job is so important that I'm paid huge amounts." he explained. I had just calmed my stomach when he continued. "You see, I'm a drug dealer."
'Oh God. There's that urge again.' I thought as I doubled over gaging.
"I sell them all over. It's why I'm never home. But I don't just sell drugs." I stopped gaging long enough to listen. " I also sell weapons. And lately I've been given a deal. Create the ideal killing machine and receive one hundred billion dollars. Now, you knowing me, I simply cannot turn the offer down. So I plan."
"Have you succeeded yet?" I just HAD to ask. (Sarcasm again! =D)
"Yes..."
'Uh-Oh'
"..I think"
'(sighs in relief)'
Hiashi quickly turned to me. "This vial right here.." He showed me the white liquid. "Is a really rare blood type. I'm sure if I inject this into someone they will be invincible." He said. (AN It's one of those MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA moments. =P)
"Someone? You mean a person?!" I asked, alarm laced in my voice.
"Of course. That's the only way to create the perfect weapon." He looked away as if reliving a memory. "I tried to create an actual weapon but all of them had some weakness.
Then the idea hit me.....A human weapon." He turn back to me.
"But how could you create a human weapon? How would you control that person?" I asked curious yet again. (AN She's WAY too curious for her own good...)
"Well, Hinata. Dear." I winced at this. "I have created a mind chip. It would allow me to control the person's feelings, mood, and it's purpose." He looks away, deep in thought.
"Of course, we would have to operate on the person just to get the chip in. And if we operate, there is a chance the victim would die......hmmmmm.......oh well." He looked at me. "Anything else, Hinata dear?"
I winced again. I really shouldn't ask but I needed to know what was in that vial.
"Yes. What's in the vial?" I asked.
"Blood. Haven't you been listening to me?" He replied, angry at being ignored.
"I know blood. But.....What kind of blood? You said it was a rare type."
Hiashi smiled and I knew that I made a mistake.
"Oh...it is rare. Very rare. Not found anywhere on Earth.....follow me." He commanded as he walked calmly over to the covered table. I hesitated. Now scared to find out what's under there. Noticing that I wasn't following, Hiashi turned to me.
"Hinata, come." He commanded, beaconing to the table.
I slowly walked over. However, I still stood a few feet away for safety purposes. Hiashi, noticing my cautiousness, roughly grabed my arm and pulled me to stand against the table. He then slowly reached down, grabed the cloth with his other hand, and pulled the sheet completely off.
A gasp echoed off the walls of the small room as a single white feather floated to the ground.
"No! How could you!?!"
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::Next Chapter Sneak Peek::
"No! How Could You!?!"
"It's forbidden to even call upon one of them!! Much less kill one!!"
"Oh. He's not dead....yet".
"No! DON'T!!"
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Vixen. Of. Chaos. :: Well, I'm surprised. I didn't think I had it in me. I'm putting this as M cuz truthfully, there shall be lots of blood shed. And I don't want to put up with people complaining about it being too graphic for a T. So, yeah. Also, I will be finishing and updating my other stories it's just I had this idea and I had to type it down. So anyway, what's under that sheet?.? Hmmmmmm.....
Hinata:: Vixen-sama?
Vixen:: what?
Hinata:: What IS under that sheet?
Vixen:: You'll know soon, Hinata. Hit it Naruto!
Naruto:: Tune in next time for next chapter of The Hybrid Chronicles: Naruto Style!!
Hinata:: and don't forget to review!!
Vixen:: Later!! =D