As Black Hinata emerged from the Branch House gates, several guards took notice of the shapely stranger walking amidst the Hyuuga compound, not realizing whom they had been staring at.

Black Hinata stumbled for a moment feeling slightly dizzy before she reverted back into White Hinata. White Hinata looked at her surroundings wondering where her father was- 'He was with me a moment ago, wasn't he?' and how she managed to find her way to the Branch House and just why exactly she was wearing such a skin-tight leather outfit. She let out a "Meep!"

Immediately she blushed at the awkwardness of her predicament (being able to see her curviness made her fairly nervous- White Hinata dressed VERY conservatively- traditional kimonos and loose-fitting ninja garb being more her style- hello, anoraks as big as a circus tent ring a bell?) and began to speed walk towards the Main House, not realizing that even in skin-tight leather, her breasts could still bounce slightly (case in point: Britney Spears in the "Oops…I Did It Again" video).

"Whoa… check HER out!" gushed the first guard, Hyuuga Mushi (pig), roaming his eyes up and down the leather-clad woman's body. When the figure got closer, he understood that he and his friends had been ogling the Heiress. "Hey, isn't that HINATA-SAMA?"

"Damn, she's HOT," rasped the second, Hyuuga Quagmire, cocking his head forward and back while thrusting his hips. "Giggedy-giggedy!"

Author's Note: I LOVE "Family Guy"! Seth MacFarlane, I love you! Marry me!

The third one, Hyuuga Hebi (snake) just hissed and stared, mumbling "I want me sssome of that asssss," which gave the fourth guard, Hyuuga Nezumi (the rat, the most crafty one amongst the quartet) an idea.

"It's all over the Branch House that Hiashi-sama hates his daughter because she's a third-rate shinobi. If the four of us team up against her, we can all take turns banging her. That way, we all get what WEwant, and she can at least prove herself useful to the Clan. Even a whore can have her place in society," he said, looking at Hinata lustfully.

The other three agreed and began to set their nefarious plan into motion. As White Hinata walked into a large alleyway leading up to the Main House, she felt like she was being followed. Her suspicions were confirmed when the four guards appeared surrounding her on all sides.

White Hinata looked up into the faces of the guards and was startled by the predatory gleam in their eyes.

"E-excuse me… I-I'd like t-to get th-through…" she muttered, reddening from their close proximity. Her heart was hammering in her chest.

Nezumi pushed White Hinata up against a wall and traced his fingers along her jaw line. She cowered in fear and disgust.

"We'd like to get through, too, Hinata-sama," he said suggestively, staring at her chest and then towards the apex of her leather-clad thighs. The other men laughed. "If you know what I mean. Maybe you can help us out with that."

Her eyes widened in shock. These men… they weren't really thinking about… with her… were they?

She thought of something Kiba had shared with her at training the day after walking her home for the first time. When Kiba took her to the main gate leading to the Hyuuga compound, Hiashi had been waiting and gave the trio (Akamaru was present, of course) a dirty, contemptuous look. Of course, the disapproving gaze had lingered the longest on Hinata.

Hinata had bowed to her father and walked meekly past him and before either she, Kiba or Akamaru had a chance to say goodbye to one another, the large door was promptly shut in their faces.

The very next day Kiba had told her, "No offense, Hinata-chan, but your family SUCKS." Akamaru had barked in agreement.

Her family did indeed suck. And this place always brought her bad memories. The time she had been nearly kidnapped. Her loving mother's untimely passing. The forgotten birthdays, the sad Christmastimes, the evil glares from her father and sister and the scornful looks given to her by the Branch House.

This wasn't a home, this was a hellhole.

If there ever had been a time when she was truly happy to be born a Hyuuga, she was convinced that it had been a dream. A dream where she had parents that gave her affection and kind words, warm hugs and kisses on her cheeks. A dream where her uncle gave her piggyback rides, and her and Neji-nii-san were playmates.

Being born into this family… well, she certainly felt like she was a child of misfortune. Her life was one big fucked-up mess.

And now she was about to be violated by the men (random cousins, too- blecch) who had sworn to protect the Hyuuga household.

Sucky, sucky family. Very sucky dysfunctional family, indeed.

White Hinata began to shake violently in anger, coursing Black Hinata to take over once again. The men had already begun to advance on the heiress, smiling grotesquely as they mistook her shivering as intense fear.

Nezumi's hand darted forward and grabbed one of her breasts, but Black Hinata peeled off the offending feeler and with a pulse of chakra shooting through her palm, ground its bones into dust.

Nezumi's hand had now been rendered permanently useless as he fell pitifully at her feet, clutching his lame appendage to his chest and squeaking in terror.

Black Hinata bent forward at eye-level to the rat, placing an elegant hand over his mouth to muffle his cries.

"Don't touch me," she whispered dangerously, as she swiftly impaled her stiletto heel through one of his testicles. Nezumi looked at the metal spike that had just pierced through his tender flesh and passed out, unable to withstand the most excruciating pain of his life.

Black Hinata shyly brought her finger to her lips as she turned to stare into the shocked faces of the other three. "Oopsie-daisy, look what I did…" she said, giggling coquettishly. Despite the situation the men were in, Hinata looked über-kawaii. They couldn't decide whether to fawn or faint.

The three watched in abject horror as she removed her heel from Nezumi's body (making a sickening sploshy sound) and wiped the bloodied stake-replacement onto his yukata sleeve. Their eyes never left the rapidly growing bloodstain on the crotch of his pants. So much blood!

5 seconds. 5 seconds was all it took for her to maim his hand and make mincemeat out of his balls… Nezumi was also the most experienced fighter amongst their group, too. The trio gulped audibly. They couldn't believe that Hinata-sama could be capable of such viciousness!

When the giggling ceased, the pig, the snake and the pervert slowly turned to look at Black Hinata, who now looked manic. She stared them down as she began to breathe heavily. Boy, was she PISSED!

The look of cold fury in her eyes said it all:

They were sooooo screwed.