(A/N – I do not own Naruto. Also, I put the Neji with Hinata because he is the only male Hyuga character for which there is any real investment in the show. Since we take great creative license, Hinata and Neji are not related for the purpose of my insignificant story. I welcome all constructive criticism and votes for what may happen in the future. In writing this, I realize the possibilities are endless, my goodness – how have you all done this?! Please review, I can accept evaluation if it's professional.)
Cold eyes peered from the shadows at the lovely dark haired girl left standing in the clearing. A dark figure pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and slowly let it slide out again. This was better than his average mission he thought, watching her. Young and beautiful, kindness and innocence seeped from her pores. These were his favorite traits to destroy, especially for those who had held them long beyond what was normal. She had been protected; not always loved; but always protected. He knew that she cried in quiet corners and hid her weaknesses from many watchful eyes. Right now she stood with a tinge of her father's stoicism, yet with her mother's warmth. Yes, he remembered Hakuro. He had watched her too, just before she was to enter the Uchiha compound on that day long ago. He savored the memory. She had been a challenge. Like her daughter, her small stature and meek attitude had not been her whole story.
Hakuro and his mother had been close friends. It would be expected, they were both the "lady of the house" for very powerful families within the Leaf Village. Hakuro started over that morning after feeling a large rift in chakra. She had sensed something from Uchiha Itachi for at least a year. There was a change and it wasn't good. Something or someone had begun to seduce him to dark side. She felt it, sensitive as she was. This morning, however, it was enough to wake her from a sound sleep and make her cry out, sitting strait up in bed. Hiashi had taken her in his arms, used to her sensitivity. She had always been weak to his touch. Her movement beside him had always been enough to excite him and he ran his hand along her hip and then down across her stomach, pulling her closer and rolling her onto her back. He could activate his Byakugan without words and could see her chakra building, he knew she wanted him too. His hands touched her face as he knelt between her legs. He loved to run his hands up and down her body. Their lovemaking was slow and deliberate; they had been together so long that each knew instinctively what the other craved. Neither knew that this would be their last moments knowing the other's body and they fell back to sleep.
When Hakuro woke later that morning, she scrambled through readying her daughters for their day and bolted out the door. She had the feeling that she was too late. She wasn't yet, who knew that she would be the first of many to die that day. She had sensed the trouble, but had not known it would come so soon, from one so young. Hakuro had not imagined that the son of her long time friend, her God Son would attack her so; would take her life. He showed her unimaginable pain before the end. It was then he learned of his love of taking innocence.
Hiashi would again lose a loved one at his hands. He would be patient though. This time, he wanted the Hyuga leader to know what would happen to him. Soon he would. The scroll he left in Hiashi's room would be his undoing.
It was then that Hyuga Neji showed up. It was irritating. However, now as not the time. Itachi disappeared in a swirl of smoke.
Neji had answered enough questions and did not enjoy being the sounding board. He had no idea what to say, but had been the essence of grace, as always. What girl in her right mind would not want Neji. As he approached Hinata, he could tell that she had been crying.
"Hinata, do not be afraid. Our Fathers were best friends. I have heard the story. My father was four years older than yours and from a branch family. They both considered themselves closer than brothers. They had trained together all their lives in the Hyuga way. The day your mother died, my father had followed Hakuro. He always felt strongly as she had. They had both been very sensitive. My father had gone after your mother and suffered alongside her. At least she did not die alone.". Neji's hands clasped Hinata's shoulders and he knew that he would protect her, even until his death.