Hi-ya readers
I'd like to apologize for Hinata's behavior after she gets rescued, I know this is not the way abused children normally act, but that's the way I wrote Hinata, though you will find that Hinata's hatred of women will be seen a lot in my chapters, and some other things too, but enough of my blabbering. (Ironic how I said I wasn't much of a talker in my previous chapter lol) oki I'll shut up.
Rest assured this is 100 sasuXhina. I'm just trying not to rush them. I already have this fic planned out (somewhat) so I already planned when they get together.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Underline flash back.
Slanted thoughts
Special thanks to Meow-Mix-91. With our your help I'd probably never have the motivation to post this story.
Hinata looked at the man with a mix of fear and curiosity. She was in a strange place, in a foreign room, with this unfamiliar man. The room consisted of plain white walls, in which a few framed pictures hung delicately. There was a wooden door, and a large window revealing many people jostling each other in a rush. In the corner stood a large desk with various papers scattered on its surface. A golden name plate read "Fugaku Uchiha".
"What is your name?" asked Itachi.
Hinata fixed her eyes back on the man named Itachi. She wasn't used to the light, the only light she ever received was from the small window, and this new light stung her eyes badly. She squinted adjusting to the intense luminosity.
"Where am I?" she squeaked.
"You're in the Konoha Police station, now you didn't answer my question, what is your name?" He repeated.
"Why am I here?" Hinata began shaking; the shirt she was wearing did little to warm her, especially in this cold office, so she drew her knees to her chest trying to conserve her body heat.
"Answer my question then I will answer yours." he stated firmly.
Itachi stayed silent waiting for her response when he suddenly noticed that this girl wasn't wearing pants, or underwear for that matter. Not only that but her shirt looked like a bloody mess and the cold room wasn't helping her either. Itachi scrunched up his nose in detest, she really could use a bath. His gaze lingered on her shabby and pathetic appearance; she not only smells like crap, she looks like it too.
"Hinata…" whispered the girl.
Itachi looked at her eyes curiously.
"Your eyes are a strange color, are you blind?"
"I can see you just fine" she stated. "What's wrong with my eyes?"
Itachi remained silent. Where have I seen those eyes before, I know I've seen them, but where?
The door suddenly opened and yet another strange man came in.
"Itachi!" bellowed a strong voice.
"Yes father?" sighed Itachi with a hollow tone.
"Has she said anything?" he questioned.
"All I know is that her name is Hinata."
The man approached Hinata slowly and kneeled in front of her. But then retreated as if he was hit by a brick to the face, he covered his mouth and scrunched he nose.
"Whoa! Is that her?!" he gagged. The smell was like a festering aura.
"Somebody take her to the women's shower and clean her up!" he bellowed.
"Anko get in here!"
"On my way sir!" A woman appeared in the office almost immediately.
"Anko, reporting for duty sir..."
"Anko get this girl cleaned up!" commanded Fugaku.
Anko looked at the girl with a dull look. She must be that girl from the murder today... Great why the hell am I stuck on cleaning duty for miss-smells-like-road kill.
"Right away sir, this way girl"
Anko made to approach Hinata, but hastily covered her ears instead, when Hinata let out a piercing shriek.
"NOOOO!"
The moment Anko stepped in the office Hinata became stunned with fear. They were handing her over to another woman. Hinata had barely gotten out of one hell hole there was no way she'd let this strange woman take her to another one.
The sight of another woman brought back harsh memories… (A/N: prepare for a flashback)
The day was dark and dreary, the weather outside roared with ferocious malice, Hinata was but a young girl about the age of six, she heard the door to the basement open and little Hinata went fleeing behind the couch. Her mother came in with yet another pile of books. Hinata stared curiously at the phenomenon. All day today her mother has been lugging in books. Hinata had never seen so many in her six year old life. The books were different sizes and varied in thickness.
"Well that's the last of 'that man's' fucking books" scowled her mother. Hinata saw how her mother glared at the books with deep hatred, and in a burst of rage she kicked over a crooked pile of chemistry books.
"Fuck that man I hate him!" she screeched.
The sound of her mother knocking over the books caused Hinata to squeak in surprise. Hinata not wanting her mother to find her crawled out, safely unseen by the concealing tower of books next to the couch. Hinata scurried hastily to a safe distance, but right when she thought she was safe a bolt of thunder shook the heavens and made Hinata cry out in surprise.
Hinata stared at her mother in petrifying fear. Her mother gave Hinata a menacing glare, Hinata could have sworn ten years were shed off her life. Her mother picked up a scattered dictionary and flung it straight towards Hinata, hitting her ribs. The impact made Hinata double over in pain, she tried hiding for cover behind a rather large pile of books, but her mother threw yet another book perhaps twice as heavy towards her, all the while her mother kept muttering venomous words. The book ricocheted off the pile, but the force was so great that it sent the massive mountain of books falling on Hinata. Hinata laid buried under the pile gasping for sweet oxygen, her six year old body being crushed by the monstrous weight. Suddenly she felt a hand pulling her out, the same hand tossed her causing her to land harshly on her already bruised side. Her mother walked unsteadily towards her.
"Its all that mans fault, your fucking father is the reason I live like this!"
She grabbed Hinata and slapped her across the face, the blow was so strong that Hinata saw black dots and heard a horrible ringing in her ears. Tears ran down her cheeks and she tried to shield herself from the venomous blows. Her cries were muffled out by her mother's terrible screams.
"That man is living in riches while I have to live in this piece of shit house!"
Her mother threw Hinata again and jabbed her heel into Hinata's vulnerable stomach. She repeatedly continued until Hinata began wheezing and blood oozed from her small mouth.
"Do you seen what happens to bad girls, you stupid child" she screamed, grabbing Hinata by the hair and smashing her head against the couch. "If you have anyone to blame, blame that wretched father of yours!"
Having grown tired of seeing Hinata sob her mother left. Hinata stayed there gasping like a fish out of water. She continued to cry until the fatigue set in on her bettered body. Her mother told Hinata to blame her father for her bad misfortune, but Hinata couldn't help hating the woman she called mother, women are evil creatures, harlots of misfortune and dread. You can always trust an evil person to be evil, the same concept goes with women.
Hinata's eyes brimmed with tears from her horrendous memory, there would be not way in hell that Hinata will ever go near another woman, not with out a fight at least, she was tired of being a punching bag it was time she fought back, tooth and nail. Immediately Hinata shot towards the open door but was stopped by a pair of strong hands. She looked back in fear to see Itachi holding her in a fierce grip.
"Let me go!" she screamed. She twisted and pulled but her struggle was in vain. This man was way too strong.
"Stop! Let go, I'm not going to die! I'm not!" Tears ran down her cheeks, Hinata was growing frantic. Her eyes fell from the hand on her arm to the door. Out of pure impulse she bit down on Itachi's hand, yet Itachi refused to even loosen his python-like grip.
"No one is trying to kill you" He spoke with a tranquil voice.
Hinata bit down harder, Itachi having had enough of her antics grabbed the back of her neck and twisted her arm behind her.
"That's enough Hinata"
Hinata's body became tense and rigid. Her arm hurt from her struggling but Itachi refused to let go .She saw Anko from the corner of her eye, and continued to struggle. That woman couldn't be trusted, Hinata refused to be near her or any other woman.
However, Itachi noticed how Hinata gawked at Anko, she looked like a rabbit cornered by a ferocious wolf.
"Anko, I don't think you'll be needed after all," he commanded, "please leave".
"Yes sir."
Once Anko was out of sight Hinata began to loosen up and ceased her resistance completely. She gasped for air in heavy ragged breaths, and her body began to shake again. Her entire body perspired.
"Are you calm?" whispered Itachi in her ear.
Hinata nodded between breaths.
"Hinata are you afraid of women?" murmured Itachi his hot breath making Hinata's ear tickle.
Itachi hit the nail right on the head. Hinata nodded again.
"Okay then the bath can wait; will you answer a few questions for me?"
"Can you tell me the events that led to Tsuki Nakaraha's murder? (A/N: I will explain in another chapter why Hinata's mom has a different last name) Hinata stared at him blankly. Is he talking about Mother?
"Do you mean Mother?"
"Was she your mother?" asked Itachi, while grabbing a pen and paper from his pocket he hastily began jotting it down.
Hinata took a second to answer.
"…yes"
"Did you see the person who killed her?"
Hinata explained everything she could remember, but purposefully left out the part where she had joined in and stabbed her mother.
"I see…" he nodded. He looked at his notes questioningly.
"Hinata, who is your father?"
Hinata stayed silent for a moment.
"I don't know" She answered honestly.
Hinata didn't mention the picture she kept hidden in her sock. She didn't want anyone to know about him, his face will stay engraved in her mind forever, and if she were to ever meet him, now that she was free she promised herself she would make his life a miserable hell. Just like how he made her life a miserable hell.
"Now I know this is off topic but the house had only a small bedroom in which your mother slept in, where did you sleep?"
"I lived in the basement." answered Hinata truthfully.
"In the basement?" he repeated with a lifted eyebrow.
"Do you attend school?"
"No"
"What do you do all day?"
"I read."
"Did your mother bring you food?" Itachi asked.
"No… well very rarely, sometimes she'll give me left-overs." responded Hinata remembering the few occasions in which her mother threw some edible morsel down the stairs. "But I think she was very drunk on those nights".
"What would you eat?"
"The Voice brought me food." smiled Hinata brightly
The Voice…? Wonderful I got the schizophrenic girl. Itachi scratched his head.
"Who is this Voice?" Itachi questioned further.
"The Voice is very nice," continued Hinata "he talks to me about a lot of things."
"Of course he does." I don't see the point of questioning her any further; it's obvious she's not right in the head.
Itachi hesitated with this last question.
"Hinata did your mother hurt you often?"
Hinata stared at him blankly.
"I see the red marks on your legs, and you have a small limp when you walk, you have quite a nasty bruise on your jaw, is it okay if you allow a doctor to see to your wounds and give you an examination?"
Hinata nodded slowly.
"We'll need it as evidence to aid the case, so we went ahead and called a doctor to come look at you."
Hinata remained silent. She didn't mind the examination but 'who' was giving it did trouble her. If it was a woman, there was no way Hinata was going to stay and be near another woman, and if Itachi caught her again she was willing to chew off her own arm to escape, like a desperate coyote snared in a hunter's trap.
As she was silently plotting her escape a soft rapping knocked on the door.
"Enter."
"Uchiha you called me?" spoke the voice of a silver haired man with large circular glasses, he glowed with youth. His face was healthy, yet lean. He couldn't be more than 23.
"Hinata meet Kabuto, he is the doctor that will be examining you."
"Hello Hinata." he greeted warmly. "If you could follow me into another room, then we can start the examination."
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Itachi was finishing off the report in his father's office when a loud commotion erupted in the main station. What the hell is it now? He growled mentally, annoyed, he left to investigate the disturbance.
"Where the hell is she!" a young man screamed, reeking havoc in the police station.
"She isn't there, what happened; I smelled blood at her house!" The vicious red head continued, destroying what ever he could get his hands on.
"Tell me!" he screeched.
"Gaara Shubaku, stop this senseless rampage!"
Gaara glared back at the man foolish enough to try and calm him, if looks could kill, Itachi would be lying in a pool of blood right now.
Itachi understood now what Hinata was talking about when she mentioned The Voice. Okay, guess she's not crazy. Itachi quickly crossed out certain comments he wrote on the report.
"If you're looking for the girl from the Tsuki Nakahara murder, she's being examined at the moment, Hinata, I believe." smirked Itachi, his eyes shone with mischief as he continued.
"You must be this Voice, she mentioned so fondly" mocked Itachi. "Although I highly doubt that, I do believe your police record isn't that good now is it, why would a monster like you bother helping a girl like her? Was it because she knew nothing about you and your bloody history? Perhaps she was the perfect person to brainwash, the only person she'd ever talk to was you wasn't it"
"Shut the hell up Uchiha" growled Gaara, malice lathered in every word he spoke. That girl can't survive with out him. He remembered when he first saw her.
Gaara was a young child who lived in a shady neighborhood with his older brother and sister, Kankuro and Temari, he wasn't allowed to return to his hometown until he's 16, due to the fact that he murdered a student, ( they didn't have hard evidence that Gaara actually did it so they banished him until it was decreed that he could return) but he was a young child and murder was the only way he could feel alive.
The neighborhood he lived in now was crime infested, school was a pain for him so one day he decided to explore this suspicious neighborhood. Upon his exploration he heard a soft crying, curious as to what could be making such a noise Gaara followed to where the weeping led. The house he saw was small and hideous. It was a crooked house, with a crooked door, bearing a crooked window, and inside he heard crooked laughter. A man stumbled down the stairs waving good bye to a woman inside the house.
"I'll come back next week so have the bed ready for me" he slurred happily.
"Sure thing" chirped the woman, fixing her shirt and mending her sloppy hair.
Gaara stared annoyed at the sight he just witnessed. What a slut. But he suddenly remembered what brought him to the place in the first place. The crying was dieing down but still continued.
He sneaked to the side of the house, where he was hidden by long grass and a termite eroded fence, no one would notice this place unless they were purposefully looking for it. After struggling through the grass he came upon a window at the base of the house, it was a small window, and was left slightly open. He pushed his face closer and heard the crying as clear as a bell.
"Why are you crying?" he bluntly asked.
The crying stopped suddenly. Gaara curiously tried getting a better look inside but found it impossible.
"Who said that?" a small voice piped.
Gaara remained silent, if she knew who he was she might not talk to him.
"I asked you why you were crying?" he repeated.
The girl sniffled and took several deep breathes.
"My mom hit me really badly and now my leg hurts" she sobbed.
"How come your mom hits you?" he inquired, simply out of curiosity.
"B-b-because I'm a b-bad girl" she stuttered.
Gaara imagined what the girl looked like, she reminded him of himself in a way. This girl is just like me, her parents must hate her too. He continued talking to her about her life and she in return asked questions about him, but Gaara refused to disclose anything about his life. After a whilehe snuck a peak at his watch, it read 3:11. He frowned in displeasure, school ended eleven minutes ago. Temari is going to throw a huge fit if he didn't show up soon. He sighed and stood up prepared to leave. The girl must have heard him leaving because she cried in protest.
"Wait please don't go!"
"Sorry I have to go or else I'll get in more trouble"
"Please don't go! You're the only person who's talk to me, I need you!". Hinata blurted the last part spontaneously. Although she did long for his companion ship she didn't mean to blurt it out. Would he leave me here all alone? Gaara upon hearing those words stopped. What did she say? Did she say she needed me? Am I that important to her, I just met her, yet she 'needs' me. Gaara smirked This girl needs me, with out me there is no her, I think I have found my purpose, its too have this girl adore me. She said it herself she 'needs' me. My existence won't be ignored anymore because this girl NEEDS me. I will grant her wish then, in return for my companion ship, the girl will now belong to me
(end flash back)
"I swear if you messed with her head, I'll kill you!"
Itachi's smirk grew more twisted.
"Awww… come on Gaara you know I wouldn't do something to such a cute face."
"Where is she?" he repeated.
"I already told you, you dimwitted boy, she's being examined." sneered Itachi.
"Brother…"
Itachi turned around only to become face to face with his little brother, Sasuke.
"Little brother…? Did father forget his brief case again?"
Sasuke sighed in annoyance, "Yea, he called me to come and drop it off for him…"
Sasuke stopped when he saw Gaara staring at the both of them in heated anger.
"Why are you here Shubaku, did you maul another student again?"
Sasuke raised an eyebrow waiting for Gaara's response.
"It's none of your business Uchiha."
"You," he pointed at Itachi, "Just tell me where she is I need to see her."
Itachi exhaled noisily. "It's not up to me whether you can see her or not, you'll have to ask Kabuto, he's in charge of her until the examination is done."
"Fine take me to Kabuto." he commanded.
"I don't have time." Itachi retorted, "Have Sasuke take you."
And with that Itachi left Sasuke and Gaara by themselves.
Damn you brother thought Sasuke with gritted teeth. "Fine." he huffed, "Hurry up Shubaku, follow me."
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Hinata quietly followed and entered an empty room. It was clean and had plain white walls with no pictures at all, at the end of the room stood a clinical bed, adjacent to it were cabinets of medical objects that Hinata recognized from the few medical books she read.
"Hinata if you could undress and wash yourself up in the bathroom right there" he commanded pointing at a door.
Hinata nodded and walked into the squeaky clean bathroom. She couldn't remember the last time she had actually bathed. The bathroom smelled of frilly soap, in the corner a shower was revealed, and right across rested a toilet, the sink was small, and right above it, hovered a large mirror. Hinata almost screamed when she looked at herself, is that me?
She looked like a ghost, her skin was covered in a layer of filth and her hair looked like as if it were a giant bird's nest, it was ridiculously long reaching past her hips. Her eyes were white, she had never realized her eyes were white, now it made sense why Itachi questioned her sight capabilities, and now that she thought about it, her eyes were similar to her father's eyes, realizing this she frowned.
The grime that accumulated on her skin begged to be washed off. She removed her shirt and crusty socks, the picture of her father accidentally fell, she immediately picked it up and placed it on top of the dirty pile of rags that passed, miserably, for clothing. Having stripped down completely, Hinata walked to the shower.
She inspected the handles carefully. Where does the water come out of? She grimaced trying to figure out what to do. Maybe if I turn these handles at the same time water will come out. She stepped in the shower and turned both instantaneously.
"Wah! Hot! Hot!"
She ran out of the bathroom, her skin scalded from the broiling water. As she opened the bathroom door to escape the dreaded shower from hell she crashed into the hard chest of none other than …
Sasuke Uchiha.
Some readers asked me about the books in the basement. Yes I know you're all like WTH? Well the books aren't a big part of the story which is why I didn't bother writing a lot about it, but I assure I didn't add the books just randomly, they are actually there because someone put them there, and they all belong to a certain person. (not hinata or her mother)
And as for Hinata's father you will find out his story soon enough and why Hinata's mother hates him so much.
I bet you guys were surprised to find out that The Voice was Gaara huh? Many of my readers thought it was Sasuke, I made it seem that way on purpose, sorry for fooling you guys (I luv ya! Don't hate me). Gaara's character might possible play an important role later in the story.
Next on Oh how the silent tremble!.
Oh my! A naked Hinata falling into the arms of Sasuke, what will happen, how will our Hinata react? What will Gaara do? What about the man that got away with murdering Hinata's mother? And why does Itachi have such a mischievous smirk? ….. Guess we'll have to read the next chapter to find out.
I'd like to thank all my readers, your reviews helped me a lot. (seriously I felt so happy when I read your reviews I already wanted to post up ch. 2, but ch. 2 had to wait until I thought it was ready)
Special thanks to Angst. Your review really helped me improve this chapter. You have no idea how thankful I was with your review.
I apologize for not posting up after 5 reviews like I said I would but school Finals are coming up. I have already (mostly) finished ch 3 … so the more reviews I get the more motivated I am to update. Ciao.
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