Author's note: Yes, it's chapter one! I've decided to start with Hinata. Don't ask me why. Anyway, she's the beginning, and I hope she's decent. Her dream isn't the best one I have in store here. Just allow it to work for you, even though it's completely odd.

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Their Worst Nightmares

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Chapter 1: Hinata Hyuuga

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The first tendril of power wove its way among the buildings until it found the sleeping quarters of a very helpless girl. It snaked along the ground until finally crawling onto her bed and infecting her mind. The girl gasped briefly as it invaded, but otherwise showed no signs of alarm. Sifting through memory after memory, the jutsu began to take effect, finding the worst things it could use against the sleeping girl.

There was no escape for Hinata Hyuuga.

Beneath her eyelids, her opal orbs flitted back and forth, seeing the nightmare unfold before her. The jutsu stopped the victim from screaming until the torment was done, for fear of waking the target or anyone who would interfere. If it weren't for this, Hinata would have cried out as she slept.

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"What do you know? You're just a stupid, good-for-nothing, wannabe kunoichi!"

Hinata tried to raise herself from the ground, but she found her strength had left her. Spitting out the gravel that had found its way into her mouth, she tried desperately not to cry.

"You can't do anything right! You're such a failure! Why can't you be more like Neji?" Hinata shook her head at the angry voice. It was wrong. There was no way she was a failure. Not completely. Suddenly, she felt a foot press her face into the ground.

"Don't you dare disagree with me!" The voice was cold and dead, but Hinata managed to find some sort of human part of it. It sounded familiar, that she knew.

"Wh-who are you?" she asked, her words muffled by the ground. She yearned to know who this person was that wished only to torment her.

"Ha!" The person laughed, leaning over so they could whisper in her ear. "You can't even tell who I am? You're truly the biggest failure I've ever seen!" They backed off again, lifting the foot from her head. "Hinata, you'll never do anything right! You're totally and completely useless!"

"No!" She pushed herself off of the ground and spitted out more sand. "I-I'm not useless! I'm going to do something right some day."

"Ha!" The person laughed again. "You think you're so great, so high and mighty! Don't you know who it is that you're talking to? Don't you want to know just who dares call you low?"

"Y-yes!" Hinata exclaimed, whipping around to see who stood before her. She let out a gasp, hurt more deeply by who had spoken than by any of the words that had been exchanged.

Standing above her was Naruto, his eyes red and his teeth morphed into fangs. She had never met this side of him, merely heard of it, but she knew that he spoke the truth at this time. Fumbling for words, she finally voiced her thoughts. "D-do you mean that, Naruto?" She already knew the answer, but she dreaded its confirmation.

The demon Naruto laughed, his malevolent voice filling her head. "Of course I do, Hinata!" Her gaze fell and she turned to look at the ground, tears welling up in her eyes. A few spilled over, dotting the ground with little bits of moisture. She felt an arm around her and heard a voice in her ear.

"That's okay, Hinata," it assured her. "You can always be my little failure. You're not my love, oh no, but merely my slave. You can serve me and be the perfect failure. It's okay to be weak. It's okay to be pathetic, as long as you're mine. You'll work for me, little failure."

Hinata tried to shake her head, she really did, but at that moment she heard the words escape her mouth, almost as if she had been taken hostage by a Mind Transfer Jutsu.

"Yes, master. I'll forever be your little failure."

"That's a good girl."

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Hinata sat up in bed, tears filling her eyes. That was what she was, wasn't it? She was a failure. What was more, she was Naruto's failure. Why, oh why had she ever thought he could ever like her, let alone like her enough to accept her as his girlfriend? She was a tool to him, nothing more. She was there to do his bidding.

Flipping over, she grabbed her pillow and began to sob into it. She hated her life, hated her friends, hated herself! She hated everything!

Why had she been so foolish?

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Author's note: Yeah. That's chapter one. If there's anything wrong with it, please let me know!

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