When Fate and Destiny Collide
By: maliciousfate
Chapter: Four
"This Is Comfort?"
I stared at the closed door with my mouth hanging wide open.
"H-he's Neji? The one I am supposed to marry!" on impulse I reached out and flung the door open.
He was already gone.
I stood looking out into the empty space for a long time. My eyes searching the painted walls, what was I even going to say to him if he was still there? Finally, with a sigh, I turned and closed the door.
My room was completely dark when I turned around. There must be no moon tonight, because not even a small blue tint lit the room.
I sighed again and blindly felt around for any type of light source. My arms where extended far in front of me as I walked deeper into the already huge room.
"Where are you?" I whispered to myself continuing to walk blindly forward. Suddenly I hit something hard and quickly tripped over myself, my bum falling to the carpet as I accidentally bit my lip. The thing I hit also had a hard fall, and was now half sprawled across my torso. All I knew was: it was hard, cold, and smooth.
I stood slowly, and took the object up with me. It was taller then me by at least a few inches, and after a couple of second I finally realized it was a large candle stand with a medium sized candle glued at its top.
I lazily did a few small hand signs and not only did that light the one candle, but also the many other ones scattered around the rooms length. It wasn't the best source of light, making eerie shapes on the walls and giving the room a cave like presence. But it at least let me know one essential thing, my room was absolutely amazing.
The rooms walls where all colored in autumn shades of; reds, browns, yellows, and blacks. All textured like a professional artist had done it. The bed was giant and positioned perfectly in the center of the room with a huge, dark-red, puffy comforter with leaves textured into its design. Its base was midnight black with wooded polls holding up a brownish canopy that draped over the whole bed's entirety. The bed seemed better suited in a fairy tale then in my bedroom.
All the other furniture in the room was made of wood in a darkly shade of red. I had two side tables that each had their own small side-lamp made of colorful stained glass. I also had a small table, with one chair, pushed up against the wall looking to a large window that was draped with solid midnight red curtains. The chair was carved into a design of vines, wrapping all over its back; it was also plastered with the same fabrics as the bed. The room made it like I was sleeping in the forest, with a few modern assets.
I had a dresser to the right of a door, most certainly leading to the bathroom, which was so huge it looked like it could be its own room. I slowly walked over to it wanting to open and inspect the seemingly lavish clothing it held inside; but something caught my eye. A large body mirror sat up against the wall, to the right of the bed, curving slightly up. I walked slowly over to it, gazing at my reflection.
My mid-back length carcol hair was tied tightly into a small ponytail held in place by a dark red bow allowing only a few strands to fall onto my pale oval shaped face. My normally light brown eyes looked black with the large amount of makeup that was caked around them. My full lips were glossed in a dark red lipstick that had a little smudge on the right side. My outfit was a fitted dark blue kimono that had small white flowers on its lower half, and a dark red obi sash. The top of the kimono caller was raised a little covering the back of my neck, in a way that didn't look odd. I also wore black healed ninja shoes that showed off my darkly painted toes. I glared at my reflection, the person I saw was not me.
Angrily, I ripped the bow from my hair allowing my tresses to fall softly over my body. I wiped continuously at my make-up with my kimono sleeve, smearing the mascara and eyeliner all over it as well as my eyes. Not the smartest thing to do. Groaning I took off the kimono and shoes tossing them to the ground. Leaving myself in a pair of tiny black shorts and a matching tang-top that I had wore underneath it.
I no longer had the desire to inspect my room, so halfheartedly I walked to each candle blowing them out and then over to my bed, moving aside the canopy and crawling into the soft inviting bed to get some sleep.
However, sleep did not come. My redden wrist ached and my mind buzzed, making for many hours of tossing and turning
"Why can't I get comfortable? Of all the times I should fall instantly to sleep it should be now; being in this nice, warm, and damn comfortable bed. But then why can't I?' I thought turning over onto my side. Deep down inside, I knew exactly why, and a certain diamond ring was reminding me of that everyday.
Again, I groaned; giving up on trying to sleep and sat up letting my legs hang off the edge of the bed. I looked over towards the window; the moon had finally made its appearance, and was shinning through the half-opened curtains giving the room a blue tint. I stood from my bed putting my feet on the cold ground. I gave off an involuntary shiver, even on carpet the cold had found its way into my room.
Wrapping my arms around myself I continued over to the window. Pulling the curtain from the window I gazed outside. My window seemed to overlook pretty much the whole back side of the estate; a grass plain stretched out farther then I could see, bushy trees scattered its length and a few grassy hills where here and there. The Hyuuga's property was a lot bigger then I had originally thought.
As I continued to gaze outside I was suddenly overpowered with a urge to train. I had been training ever since hearing about my engagement two months prior to today. However, the training I was put through wasn't the kind I enjoyed. No, the proper training as my father put it, was simply medical training. Using different kinds of wild herbs and roots to make healing medications and such. Oh how you despised not being able to do hand to hand combat with the rest of the clan. The most exciting part of my training, was when I was able to do a few hand signs to make a healing Jutsu. But even that had nothing on the battling the others where doing just yards away from me. If it where up to me, I'd be training with a strong opponent that could actually make me work; make me put my all into it.
Even so, there was one thing I'd never do in battle, and that was to use my Kekkai Genkai; Red Death. The thing people don't know about my clan's Kekkai Genkai is that when activated it gives the person a completely new personality and a different appearance. When activated the person turns into something like its own twin. The evil version of itself. All morals, feelings, and duties vanish as one thing overcomes the body; victory. The reason my clan is so highly feared is because, when in that state, the person does anything to come out victorious, and even killing an ally or family member is inevitable. I, for one, have made an oath never to allow myself to be taking over. Even if it's me whos' taking over myself, in turn never allowing myself to use my Kekkai Genkai...
I could see the sky was starting to brighten; the sun was just beyond the horizon. I still had yet to get any sleep and I had a feeling I won't be getting anytime soon now that I had to call the Hyuuga Compound home. My home. I took my gaze from the window and stared down and my left hand, on it it had a large wedding ring shinning brightly. It was completely gorgeous, I had to admit, and any girl would die to have it. I'd easily give it to them if I had the choice, but I knew the thought was in vain.
"Tsuki Hyuuga. Hyuuga Tsuki." I kept saying the words over and over, every time it made my stomach drop. I would do anything at this point just to go back to Tsuki Desutinii even if I despised that name as well...
KNOCK KNOCK
The sound rung in my ears as though it were being screamed. I must have been lost in thought longer then it felt. I sprung from my spot next to the window and scrambled into bed pulling the covers up to my chin closing my eyes hoping whoever was knocking would buy the act.
"Tsuki? Are you sleeping?" Hinata asked slowly coming into the room and over to my bedside.
"Tsuki? It's time to wake up; Hiashi and your father call for you." She said shaking me lightly oblivious to my act. I slowly fluttered my eyes open trying my best to keep the act it up.
"Huh? Hinata, wh-what did you say." I made my voice as groggy as possible, and she seemed to buy it.
"Your father and Hiashi w-wish to speak with you in the dinning hall." She repeated but for some reason with a slight smile playing on her lips.
"Oh- ok. Thank you Hinata." I said sitting up and getting out of bed still trying to look tired. "Uhm-hey Hinata?" I asked looking down at my dirtied clothes with a frown.
"Yes Tsuki?"
"You don't by any chance have anything for me to wear; father didn't allow me to pack." I asked blushing a little. She smiled and walked over to my dresser.
"All the clothes you will need are in here, I think you might like them. This morning I added some more just in case you didn't like the others Hiashi had originally picked out." She said fiddling with her hands.
"Thank you Hinata." I gave her a small smile that she quickly returned, along with a blush.
"I'll wait for y-you in the hall." She walked over to the door but instead of leaving, she stopped and turned.
"Oh and Tsuki?" I looked towards her confused.
"You have a little something right here." She said pointing to her small cheekbone. She gave a small smiled then left, lightly closing the door behind her.
I quickly rubbed the spot she had told me about then shrugged, my face wasn't important right now. What was important was to see what my father wanted. So quickly I raced to the dresser hoping what was inside wouldn't be anything so horrid it'd make me want to dress in my underwear.
Opening the dresser's doors I peered inside holding my breath, hoping for the best. At the sight of the assortment of clothes; I obtained quite a large grin.
It was every girls dream dresser, it held about every single kind of dresses, kimonos, pants, shorts, shirts, shoes, skirts, and it even held a large assortment of gloves and necklaces which you where thankful for.
In no time flat, I tore through the dresser picking out a million different outfits I would want to wear. The colors that flashed across my eyes amazed me. Maybe I had been wearing black just a little too long. After a small glance at the window I decided on what I'd wear for the day. Considering it was going to rain again at any moment, and the air was still chilled from last nights rains, I decided to wear warm. My choice consisted of: a violet long sleeve shirt that hung loosely around my frame with a tiny, red, ruffled skirt underneath. I also pulled on a pair of dark blue, thigh high socks that had a pair of nicely fit ninja shoes to match, along with two tan gloves that fit perfectly to my slender fingers. I let my dark hair fall freely around me, like I had always liked and wanted it. The final piece to my attire was a pure white scarf that I wrapped snuggly around my neck. That proved to be useful in more then just one way
I quickly hurried to the body mirror, I gave myself one last look over. However, when I got to the mirror my clothing wasn't what had caught my eye at first, it was my face that did.
Smeared and smudged across the upper half of my face was the black and gray eye shadow, eyeliner and mascara that I had smeared the night before. My face flushed three shades of red before I scrambled into my bathroom to wash the disaster off.
If I wasnt in such a rush, I would of stopped to admire my extraordinary bathroom.
The whole bathroom floor was tiled in dark blue granite that shimmered as the morning hue came across its surface. There was a large wide window that was opened just above a huge bathtub that could hold at least four people.
The toilet, sink, bathtub, cabinets, and the three rugs that where there, all where of the most purest white. The rugs where long, fluffy and looked so extraordinarily soft making me want to craw over to them and fall asleep.
Rushing over to the sink I twisted the nozzle making cold-water spur out into my cupped hands. I continuously splashed and rubbed my face allowing the smudged make-up to be removed. It seemed to take almost ten mintues to fully wash off the smudged mess.
"Finally!" I cheered happily drying my face with a fluffy white towel that sat neatly on the side of the sink. However, my happiness quickly vanished when I realized I had to hurriedly re-apply more make-up before leaving the room. I was never blessed with natural beauty, so I always thought.
Swiftly I went back into the bedroom and over to the dresser opening one of the smaller drawers hoping to find some kind of make-up in which I could use. Much to my relief there was an abundant supply of make-up in the first drawer I had opened. I quickly took out everything and rushed over to the mirror, applying it the best I could in my hurry.
When I finished putting another layer of mascara on, I capped the cosmetics and glanced at my appearance on more time before heading to the door and a patiently waiting Hinata.