Author Note: Sorry it took a while, you should still be happy though because I'm going to be doing a lot of serious catching up on long term homework I blew off to write this.
People say, no matter how long ago a traumatic event happens, if it is truly scarring, it remains in your subconscious, and impacts the rest of your life. My life thus far has been pretty close to the script, except there's been more than one such event.
My mother and father had a one sided marriage. My mother was impossibly beautiful, so my father adored her but she felt no such passions for him. The marriage was an arranged one—as is inevitable between strong clans—for political reasons, to strengthen the prestige and influence of both houses. Normally, our clan head can't marry a family from outside Konoha but my father was not clan head at the time. As he the second born of three brothers and the first born twin, he avoided the cursed seal, he was expected to stay on in the main house in the event of his eldest brother's death. The age old tradition of grooming an heir and keeping a spare.
Six years his junior, my mother had never even met my father till the day before their wedding. He claimed he loved her right away; it wasn't love, just lust—he spent hours making love to her by night, but discarded her by day. Still, he continued to delude himself into thinking it was love that drew him to her bed; and it was in this way that my sister Hinata was conceived.
In the years after Hinata was born, my mother, who had once been a vibrant life-loving spirit, began steadily falling into depression. Konoha was nothing like her colorful tropical home and the Hyuuga were the worst possible clan she could have married into. Her childhood had been so liberal and free but now she found herself bound by strict customs and surrounded by seemingly cold unforgiving relatives that spared her no affection. Still she continued to live for Hinata, promising herself her daughter would not grow up to be like the cold distant people around her and that someday she would take her daughter to live in her childhood home.
It was in the fourth year of my sister's life that my mother happened to meet Tsume Inuzuka. Excitable, impatient, and indifferent to what others thought, he effortlessly won my mother's friendship and she soon began returning to her former self. However, during this delicate transition, it was discovered that my father was having an affair—and with an Akimichi none the less—a far inferior clan in status and power in the eyes of the Hyuuga. Malicious gossip spread like wild fire, much of it blaming my mother for driving my father to it.
Her self confidence shot, my mother turned to Tsume for comfort; and in a bout of desperation for warmth and assurance, begged him to make her his woman. He didn't refuse her, and they were soon discovered. In time, it became apparent that my mother was pregnant again—but who was the father?
When I was born, to everyone's relief, I took on the traditional Hyuuga traits: a small swath of black fuzz for hair, pale skin, and an affinity to my mother's looks; all seemed well—until I opened my eyes. They were dark brown, like my mother's, like the Inuzuka's, unlike my father's. Every Hyuuga child received Byakugan eyes. An occurrence like mine had happened only twice before, when the partner's bloodline and chakra had been more powerful then their Hyuuga spouse. They tried to apply the explanation to my case and argued that since I was born a month premature perhaps my Byakugan hadn't had time to develop.
It wasn't a valid argument at all, the Byakugan begins to develop six weeks after conception, and my mother's family had only clan specific jutsu—not a blood line trait. Everyone in the compound knew it. Unable to handle the pressure, my mother committed suicide within the next few days. They refused to burry her on Hyuuga grounds, citing suicide as a shameful end they wouldn't taint their graveyard with, but they refused to send her corpse back to her natal family. Her body was quietly taken in and buried by the Inuzukas. They had known about the affair immediately by smell but had said nothing, they considered her marriage to my father basically state sanctioned rape and thought of her as one of their own. (Tsume was buried next to her years later after dying from a mission related wound.)
Two weeks later, the Akimichi woman gave birth to her child, and they knew without looking that it would have white eyes. The Hyuuga bloodline trait was guaranteed since the Akimichi had none of their own. Out of more love for his blood child and concern over what would happen to the clan than any compassion for me or my dead mother's memory, my father had the child kidnapped from the hospital. That very night in the midst of a spring storm, illegal medics carved out and transplanted our eyes. The child was returned before it could be missed and it was accepted as a legitimate Akimichi when it opened its eyes, the woman never to go through what my mother had.
Having essentially made me Hyuuga, the Elders didn't worry about the public repercussions of my existence any longer and I was finally registered with the Population and Citizenship Bureau. The official cover story was that our entire clan had been in mourning over the death of my mother who had passed away during child-birthing, and it was the same story I grew up believing my entire life. Too fraught with grief, my "father" couldn't bring himself to take me to the Bureau for fingerprinting and register me.
I woke up suddenly to the soft splashing of water dripping off leaves in my face but that wasn't why I'd awaken. My body tensed and I inspected the surrounding area apprehensively. I had thought I would be able to go a few days before having any trouble, but a substantial chakra signature was advancing at unprecedented speeds from the northeast—Akatsuki territory.
Author Note: As always, if you want more plz review. Writing this story is pretty hard for me to fit in with everything else, and it would be nice to know my efforts are appreciated. Thank you.