Characters portrayed in ficcie are OOC! Please do not flame me if your favorite character is misrepresented in any way, shape or form.
The two cousins looked on as Hiashi continued his abuse of Hinata.
"Geez. I can't believe I'm related to that mess," said Hanabi and Neji simultaneously. The two looked at each other in surprise and smiled awkwardly, having never actually practiced a smile in years. It was an eerie thing to watch, if you happened to be in the vicinity. Very disturbing.
"Neji-nii-san- why don't we leave Father and the Reject for a moment and look through Hinata onee-san's (she said onee-san as if it were something vile) candy stash?" offered rotten little Hanabi.
"As you wish, Hanabi-sama," said Neji, coolly. He extended his arm as he escorted his younger cousin towards Hinata's room, leaving Hiashi and Hinata alone on the training grounds.
Hinata sat numbly as her father continued his assault on her head.
The insults just kept on coming. "You stupid," SMACK "good-for-nothing," SMACK "disgraceful," SMACK "inadequate" SMACK "waste of genes," SMACK "How dare you" SMACK "embarrass me" SMACK "by calling yourself" SMACK "a HYUUGA?"-
And before Hiashi could deliver that last blow, something stirred within Hinata. Her left eye began to twitch uncontrollably. Hyuuga. Hyuuga. Hyuuga. HYUUGA! That damn name! It began to bother the living shit out of her. Suddenly, she felt a strange shifting of power and transcendence taking over her entire being. Hinata had never experienced such empowerment in her entire life. She reveled in it.
Author side note: Hinata is unaware of her two personalities. Let's just entertain ourselves with the notion that regular Hinata can feel a change whenever she goes from White to Black or vice-versa. White Hinata doesn't know what Black Hinata does, Black Hinata doesn't know what White Hinata does. All this time, you've seen White Hinata in the anime and manga. Pretend, yeah? So please, expect a few awkward moments when her character changes.
Now back to the story…
Black Hinata (yup, she's gone Black!) felt the presence of a large hand approaching from behind and the beginnings of a pain-induced migraine. She stopped Hiashi's hand from making contact with her already sore cranium.
She grabbed Hiashi's wrist. Without turning around to see his astonished face, she spoke in a slightly lower, yet even tone (Yup, you guessed it. Black Hinata doesn't stutter). "Hey, Asshole. What... the... fuck... is your problem?"
Hiashi was PISSED. NO ONE spoke to him with that foul language! He struggled with Hinata's grasp on his wrist. Where did his daughter get this new level of strength? Using his free hand he pointed an accusatory finger in her face. "HINATA! How dare you speak to your father in such an insolent tone!"
Finally, Black Hinata turned around as her grip tightened. Hiashi suppressed a gasp. This was his daughter? No friggin' way! Where was the fear in her eyes? These eyes were wild and scary, like a caged lunatic! (One eye was still twitching, by the way.)
Black Hinata rose to her feet, ignoring the tired protest of her legs (because sitting on your haunches while receiving a beating probably wasn't a very comfortable position to stay in).
"Why? What are you going to do, Father Dearest? Punish me?" Black Hinata said, laughing maniacally.
There was something ominous about this situation that caused Hiashi to sweat nervously. There was no one around to help him. He tried tugging his arm free.
"Um, Hinata? Daughter?" He said placatingly. "I… uh… eeeyaah-ah-ahh…" (Black Hinata was crushing his wrist) "I DEMAND you let go of me this second!… Yeah…" He tried to sound forceful, but he was in PAIN! He couldn't make any hand seals to defend himself in the current position he was in. Desperately, he used words that were foreign to his tongue. He even tried to make his voice sound soft, sugary and loving, hoping his daughter would fall for his trick. "Hinata, Please? Please let go of Daddy's hand, Sweetheart."
Black Hinata gave her father an amused look, snorting ridiculously. 'Sweetheart? Is this guy for real?' she asked herself. "No..." Then remembering her manners, she sneered the last part, "…Thank you." Then her face scrunched up into a deliciously evil smirk as she, without further warning, used her ninjutsu to snap her father's wrist in two.
Hiashi was howling in pain and clutching his now broken wrist. The screams awakened the more compassionate side of White Hinata, as alter egos switched once again.
White Hinata gasped seeing her father writhing on the dusty ground in agony. She quickly scanned the courtyard looking for the culprit who perpetrated the attack. White Hinata kneeled before her father, a worried look upon her visage.
"F-F-Father! Are you a-a-alright? Did you s-see who d-did this to you? P-please, allow m-me to look at your i-injury!" She activated her Byakugan to scan his body for any other injuries. Luckily her father suffered only from the carpal injury.
The Hyuuga figurehead, hearing his daughter's airy and timid voice, watched her, flabbergast 'Oh my GOD- is she BIPOLAR?' he thought to himself, his apprehension increasing at a staggering rate. So shocked was he, in fact, that he didn't notice that Hinata had taken the liberty of taking and fixing his wrist with a medicinal jutsu and was wrapping it with a bandage.
She pat the newly healed appendage gingerly. "A-all b-better! Shall I kiss it?" she asked sweetly. Then her eyes clouded over for a moment before her look darkened considerably.
Hiashi could only look in horror as the innocent look on his daughter's face morphed into that of a demented killer.
"Ha ha! Kiss THIS!" said Black Hinata, yanking Hiashi's wrist and propelling the man forward as her fist connected with his mouth, sending him flying several feet into the air. (She packs quite a punch!) Black Hinata then jumped up and scissor-kicked her father in the gut, watching with a strange fascination as a mixture of saliva and blood emerged from his mouth as his body bounced several times on the floor. She walked toward the prone figure lying on the ground. She poked her finger into the side of his bruised cheek. "C'mon, Asshole, get up. Wakey wakey!" she said in a singsong voice.
She huffed. How irritating.
"C'mon, Daddy," she said tauntingly, as she struck his injured side with her foot. "Don't you have any fight left in you? I still want to play."