*Five years ago*

All eyes stare at the new student of Suna Academy. Hikari Hyuga. Step-daughter of the Kazekage and daughter of May. The village's head medic-nin. The girl was only five witnessing the judging and cruel eyes of her soon to be peers. She didn't notice them at first, as she was so eager and native of the joy and prospects of finally being able to go to school. Being home schooled was fine and all, but she couldn't learn what it meant to be a proper shinobi. Was what she told her mother, who wasn't sure at first. But Hikari managed to talk and sway her mind. She wanted to come to Academy for her own desire. A pure one that in hindsight would turn become twisted and her bright eyes would loose sight of her actually purpose.

Standing in front of the class, feeling important and proud. She wasn't nervous at all. Happy to start and meet others. Smiling back, standing next to her teacher, who introduced her. Though she wished her mother to be here, to see this moment of her introduction to the class and the Academy, she knew her mother had to tend to her younger brother. But she promised Hikari she would be there for her afterwards. Her eyes look down at herself. Dressed in new clothes, her family bought her. So she could make a good first impression. New sandals. New headband. New hairstyle, her mother gave her. Putting her hair up in a nice twin tails. Her new clothes smelled so fresh. Dressed in light and loose wrap around tunic top, shirt underneath and leggings.

Her eyes look around the room, her classmates where a bit older than her. Which was fine by her, though not much could be said for the envious eyes of others. Listening to her teacher speak proudly of Hikari. The young Hyuga smile grew more. Which many took another way. Her smile to them was gloating and egoistic. No child her age should be in their league. And to make it worse, her pedigree and linage not to mention ties made it all the more worse for many. Nothing but a pamper, spoiled brat was what they saw.

Nothing but a...a...

"Freak!"

"Foreign!"

"Half-baked!"

Cruel words and slurs came from the mouths of her peers. Pushing young Hikira down hard to the ground. Pointing and laughing. Pulling her hair roughly. Mocking her lineage. Their words like sharp blades cut the five year old. Their endless taunting and disconcert for her feelings. And what made it worse, when the teacher or a staff member would come and stop it. It only fueled her tormentors more. Their attacks didn't stop. If they couldn't get her at school, they found other ways instead.

There was nothing she could do, except take it. Lashing out wasn't right, telling her family wouldn't help. It would only make it worse. She hated it so much, it begin to fester, if not for her true reason she came to the Academy. The only reason. It was what her mother entrusted her with. Made her feel proud. Gave her meaning. It was an important task.

A task she promised to deliver. If not for that, she would have broken sooner. But, even that wasn't enough. Their words like poison took effect and she began to change into the words they called her. The bright and eager five year old, learned the harshness of life and others. Others she deemed beneath her. Her bright eyes, harden. Her eager spirit, crushed and twisted. Her desire and dream, faded and wittered away. Her home, became nothing but an empty shell. Instead of following her actually path, she took another one. One that made her push herself harder and harder. Giving no little care to others around her. Deeming them nothing but failures and insufficient.

With this change came the strength and power she needed. But it came at a cost. All she knew was, she had control over the class and respect at the Academy. Her tormentors had misjudge her, but she made they learned their lesson. And learned they did.

She was a Hyuga. A Hyuga. A proud Hyuga. Nothing but a Hyuga. She was her father's daughter. Everyone else was nothing. Nothing to her.

Nothing.

Where did she go wrong? Hikari didn't understand. The path she choose to take, would lead up to this. What she truly wanted years ago was righteous and pure. Not this, selfish and dark. Her eyes lost their light and allowed bitterness and hate to take root. Discarding everything.

Everything that was discarded, now lost. Her tears hadn't stopped. They hadn't at all. She wasn't suppose to make a mistake like this. She was her father's daughter after all. He was a great man, from the stories told to her from others. Stories that she was determined to live up to. Stories that she took a different meaning. He gave her all she needed, yet left her with nothing. That didn't matter, then all that matter was the power he gave her from his memories. Power was all she needed. It was her comfort and desire.

This was her father. This was her. This wasn't her. This just wasn't.

What could she do? What was there for her to do? Already causing suffering and pain to everyone. Where was her mother? When she needed her the most. She could fix all this for her, she could.

Reaching out to grab hold of her mother's hand, finding nothing but empty air. There was nothing there. No smile. No love. No warmth. Reality of her actions dumped upon her. She could feel aches and pains of it all.

What was she do? She didn't know. Her mother needed to wake up and tell her, because her father couldn't. There was no way he could. Without him, she needed her mother to tell her. To guide her to the right direction. But she couldn't. Her mother couldn't tell her. Maybe Yoshi could give her an insight on what to do. He had strange habit of speaking weirdly. With strange, yet understanding meaning. Quirky really, it was like a language all his own. But, it made sense. He could give her some clarity, with his innocent four year old words.

But he wasn't here. He couldn't. No one was here for her. To take away this burden. While everyone around her moved with the current she sunk like stone to the bottom into the dark abyss and would keep going. It was where she belonged. To the darkness for those of dark souls. She would let them take her for the sins she committed. Nothing could bring her back. Nothing. Not even Ko and Shira. They weren't in any condition to do anything. Nearly killed them too. And Yoma. Who just barely pulled through. She sunk faster and faster with pending guilt thought. This would be her new home.

Her tormentors words came at her like yapping harpies. Screeching in her years. Clawing her from all sides, yet she had become so numb. There was nothing she felt. The screeching of the tormentors mixed in with the words of others swallowed her up. Word had reached the other nations. Without her mother, the special charm/barrier she had put upon each of the great five nations had faded or was slowly fading. Without her mother up to provide flow to them, it was useless. Word spread about the her siblings. All the great five nations came together to aid in this transitivity. She knew what she had done reached their ears. There was no need for her to there to know and feel their heated anger for her action. The shame in their eyes. Each of their eyes. She could see it. Only buried her more. That she couldn't breath. She couldn't breath anymore.

She couldn't breath.

Screams and cries.

Gasping sharply, her eyes shoot open wide alarmed. "MOTHER! NO!"She shoots up arm out stretched, hand ready to grasp something firm. Finding nothing. She was sure she saw her mother's face. Saw Yoshi's face and her sisters.

Finding no one there. Nothing but white walls and a window. A hospital window. She was in the hospital. Konoha's hospital, again. Not in the arms of her mother. Her mother, the mere thought caved her, her hand followed by her body goes limp. She falls back like a heavy tree onto the back. Staring up at the ceiling, no life or light in her eyes. Nothing but emptiness. Tears began to form again. Everything was dead and meaningless.

Was this loneliness? She wondered somberly. Was it? She wasn't sure. She didn't know. No answer from no one.

"Mommy!"Hikari chimes. Running to the woman who had her arms open wide. The little Hyuga giggles and jumps into the woman's tight and warm embrace. Resting her little head upon her soft bosom.

Her scent, Hikari remembered was the sweetest she had ever known. It was heavenly. Warm and cozy. Light and joyful. Loving and kind. Such a unique scent. What she would do to smell it again. But the weight of everything crushed her from moving. Pressure upon her chest. There as no way she could remove it. She had so many times to smell her mother's scent again. But she choose to rid herself of it.

What she thought, of her father. That was she needed and nothing more. She was just his daughter and no one else's. All the stories of her father, yet none of her mother. Her mother, for the past couple of years, she begin to admit to herself. She stop loving and caring for. There was no reason. For she was not her child. She didn't belong. Her mother in her eyes became like those who tormented her. With everything she did.

Everything, Hikari realized was because her own eyes twisted her view and love for her mother. Deeply regretting her change. The weight pushed upon her more. Her lungs felt crushed from the weight. Weakly she tries to reach upward towards the light, but she hadn't the strength. All she could do was lay and succumb to her sins. There no joy anymore. No life. No light. No nothing.

Nothing.

Anguish and disgust her only comfort. Shame and pain her pleasure. It was the right fit for her. Pain seeping through her veins. It burned like fire.

Mother. Mother.

She needed her mother. Struggling to life her left arm, it wouldn't move. Whimpering to herself, at how hard this was, her fingers didn't seem to respond either. If she could just raise her hand over her head, to the light that faded away. Then everything would alright. Everything would be alright. Her mother would come and grab her hand. Pull her from this encase darkness. This entrapment.

But she was too weak. Her arm falls back down, beside her. Shutting her eyes in defeat, a single remorseful tear rolls down slowly.

The pain in that one tear was wiped away and thrown aside. By a single finger. They wipe it from the guilt ridden Hyuga. Though their mind was furious with her, their heart and soul ached in pain seeing her like this. If not for the love they had in their heart for Hikari, they would have left her. But, that wasn't the case. They knew she was suffering deeply for what she had done. Hearing from others, her condition. Nothing but an empty shell. Overcome with grief, causing her to have an anxiety attack, passed out and found in the center of the village. It just struck her down like lighting. Some thought she was having a heart attack. Adding to it, lack of nutrition and deeply fatigue. The heavy bags under her eyes. Her complexion was lighter. She had lost weight from not eating. Refusing to do so.

She just gave up. Gave up completely. This too much. She couldn't bare it no more. It was understandable, she was only a child. A child. Their child.

Though it hurt them, when Hikari told their reasoning why they shook hands with the devil. A devil her mother had so desperately tired to prevent. They knew she had suffered enough. If she was seeking for everyone to hate her, that wouldn't happen. Nothing but a lost child. They knew she was seeking her mother's guidance on what to do, to not find it. Looking at her hand empty hand, they slip their hand under and hold it tightly. Surprisingly Hikari reacts, squeezing it back. A simple sigh of comfort and relief escapes her.

"Mommy..."