A/N- I decided to write a second chapter for this story. Hope you guys like it.
DISCLAIMER- I do not naruto.
Hiashi walked down the hall. Back straight and face emotionless. He was on his way to his eldest daughter's room to try and make her understand why things had to be the way they were. During the sealing ceremony he had come off as evil maybe even happy at the hand fate had dealt Hinata. The smirk that had played on his lips was the only thing stopping him from hugging her. It was most unbecoming of a leader and it showed a weakness that he had spent years containing. Watching his daughter clutch her head in agony had been heart wrenching for him. Still Hiashi did nothing to help her, not even when her purple eyes that were filled with so much sadness looked up at him, practically begging him to comfort her did Hiashi move. It had been one of the most painful experiences in his entire life. However he could not help her and he hoped that she understood why. So Hiashi had to smirk to quell the pain in his heart and stop it from shattering, because he knew if he did not his already dead eyes would be filled with water, and that was most unbecoming of a leader. So Hiashi was going to try and make her understand, for that was the only thing he could do now.
When he approached her door he found it odd that there was no sound coming from it. He had expected her to be on her bed crying. He had at least expected to hear her sobbing. Pushing open the brown door he straightened his back and cleared his face of all emotions.
"Hinata I have come to-" he was cut off by the feeling of cold water leaking into his sandals. Had Hinata forgotten to turn the water off? He felt a knot twist in his stomach. He had not prayed since his wife's death but he prayed now to every god he knew that he was right. The murky water slinked on the ground like a snake, expanding itself as it seeped into the cracks of the floor. The water made a trail coming from the bathroom. Hesitantly, he followed the trail , dreading what he might fine. He did not have to wait long as the door to the bathroom was wide open, he could see her plush lavender rug drenched in water. A bile rose in his throat as he forced his morning breakfast downback to his stomach. Though the scene would not be considered gruesome for others, it was absolutely horrifying for Hiashi. Submerged in water was none other than Hinata. She was not struggling, she was not screaming, she was not bleeding; she was dead. Perhaps what made this moment so gruesome was not the fact that she was submerged in water, but the fact that he had been the one to put her their. Though he did not issue her death with his own to hands, he might as well have.
He walked over to the bathtub, hoping among hope that this was simply a nightmare and that he had not caused his daughters death. He ignored the slapping sound his sandals made as he walked on the water or the fact that the bottom of his kimono was soaked. He bended over and lifted his daughter out of the bathtub, suspending her in the air with his arms. The cold waters icy numbness synchronized with the pain in his heart. He allowed one bitter tear to penetrate his mask of indifference before the mask was back in place. It would not do to have their clan leader crying over someone who had been nothing but a failure and liability, despite the fact that he was her father. He put her limp formon thefloor; seemingly not able to muster the energy to move. The stench of death hung heavily in the air as well as the stench of regret.