Disclaimer: No, I don't own Naruto, if I did it would have turned out much different.

Hinata's POV

I sighed softly as I walk towards my foster parents house, I wanted to go to the girl's house but I cant, I have to clean adoptive parents house. Their names are William and Sango, they have a daughter Dina, and kami do I HATE her. Shes such a prissy bitch, always thinking shes better than everyone and that she owns everything. Do you have any idea what it's like living with the damn devil!?

She has been pampered since she was born, her parents giving her things that she already has or doesn't need. Everything is worth for their little princess and everyone had to go her way and succumb to her every will or else. Yeah well not me, fuck no. I don't give her respect; I don't look at her like shes a goddess which she fucking isn't. But I hold my tongue and keep myself and refrain from saying anything. Sometimes…

I just stay quiet and pretend I'm listening to her when really I'm picturing myself beating the living shit out of her. I smile at the thought of all those times I was ignoring her.

I look up and notice that I'm in a familiar neighborhood. I used to come here a lot to analyze and think about things.

I raise my head and look at the sky. It was a very light blue with no clouds in sight except for few. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

Out of POV

Crash

Hinata opened her eyes and turned around.

There were five men skateboarding on the sidewalks and streets and they were laughing and playfully yelling at each other. One of them then knocked over a small transparent vase that held slightly withered white Lilies' but didn't pick it up. Seeing this Hinata grew mad. He was a brownish color and was wearing a green shirt with green cargo pants with neon green sneakers.

Walking over she punched him hard in the face knocking him unconscious. The leader of the small gang immediately went over to Hinata and furiously glared at her. "You got a death wish pal? Nobody jumps one of my boys for no reason and lives to tell about it." He threatened her. He had on a black jacket with the sleeves torn and was zipped down revealing a grey t-shirt and he also had on blue torn jeans. He had brown hair, way too tanned face with brown eyes. But Hinata just stared at him blankly placing her right hand on the side of her head. "Hm…" She said still staring at him with a thoughtful expression.

"That's all you've got to say!?" He yelled as he prepared to punch her and as he swung his fist Hinata lifted up her leg and kicked him under his jaw knocking him backwards and falling to the ground.

Hinata walked towards him and then lifted her leg up before bringing it down on his back and started stomping on his back repeatedly.

One of the men who was standing in between two of the members was staring in shock along with his friends at Hinata. "Boss is down we've got to help him." He exclaimed. He was fatter than the others and he wore a brown shirt with a blue jacket on top and black cargo pants. But all three of them looked at Hinata in fear. "Are you crazy Tome?" The man on the right side of Tome said. His name was Jiroyo. He was pretty skinny and looked like he was in drugs or something. He had on a grey shirt and black pants and messy green hair.

"No way am I taking on that psycho" The guy on the left side of Tome stated fearfully. His name was Kishibo. He wore a pink shirt with dark blue stripes and blue jeans.

Hinata kicked the leader one more time in the face before stopping and glancing at the three that were frightened. "Now listen here you assholes." She said her eyebrows furrowed in anger. "Do you see that!?" She pointed to a small vase behind her to the right…which was knocked down.

"First question…" she declared anger in her voice. "What do you think that is?" She asked but more like stated. "You! The one in the middle, answer!"

The middle one which was Tome quivered in trepidation. Jiroyo and Kishibo gasped before taking three steps away from Tome who pathetically pointed at himself. "What are you talking to me?"

'Idiot' Hinata thought. Tome's left eye twitched repeatedly. "I guess somebody left those flowers for some kid who got killed here." He answered pitiably; and in less than a blink of an eye Hinata was in front of him as she kicked his left cheek sending him backwards. "Correct!" Hinata yelled.

"Now the next question." She said. "That vase over there, why is it lying on its side?" She asked calmly while glaring at them. Kishibo responded this time. "I guess…one of use knocked it over when we were skateboarding through here." Hinata kicked Kishibo and Jiroyo various times in the face before setting her foot down. "You guys catch on fast." Hinata said, her eyes filled with fire of anger. "Now go and apologize or else the flowers will be for you!" she yelled a killer intent in her eyes as they slowly started changing.

They screamed in fear before running away with the leader and the used to be unconscious one as if their life depended on it, well it did. Literally.

Hinata crossed her arms under her chest waiting for them to disappear around the corner. "There that ought'll keep those punks from showing their ugly faces around here."

Hinata turned around to face the vase before saying. "Sorry about that." A blurry figure appeared levitating above the vase as it cleared slowly to reveal a teenage girl with brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes wearing a cream colored sleeveless shirt and mini jeans colored a dark blue. "I'll bring you some new flowers tomorrow" Hinata said walking over to the vase. "Thank you for coming to my defend, I think I'll finally be able to rest peacefully." The girl said with a kind grateful smile. "No problem." Hinata said picking up the vase and placed it straight. "It's the least I can do, after all you deserve to rest in peace." Hinata stated before walking off waving her hand in the process before placing them into her hoodie's pockets. (A/N: This scene is from the beginnings of bleach, I know it's a rip-off but I just loved the scene and since it spoke Hinata's attitude I used it, I'm sorry if it offends you.)

Being a mage was actually pretty cool. Considering you could see things normal people can't. Like the dead. She was glad she helped that girl. Even though she was dead didn't mean she didn't she didn't deserve respect.

Hinata's mind wandered to many things and before she knew it she arrived at her foster parents house, grim and reaper. Her attitude immediately went from blank and thoughtful to irritation. Why the hell hasn't she left this damn place? She could always move in with the girls or with her uncle and cousins. But no, her father taught her common courtesy, and since they adopted her she should be thankful. Yes, very thankful that they made her their maid, very thankful that she cooks and cleans for them, VERY thankful that they make her life a piece of shit on a sundae. Life is wonderful isn't it?

Cursing under her breath Hinata made it to the front door preparing herself for the yelling and probably insults.

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Hi, I just wanted to say I'm a VERY lazy person, guess you could call me a girl Shikamaru to be honest. So when I write chapters I take A LOT of breaks, I prefer to write when I'm motivated or something, not when I HAVE to, its to troublesome-wink- since I simply have too I do it, so don't worry about me not finishing this story, because If I planed on giving up I would have never posted the story and keep living my life with less responsibility. Id probably update every 3 weeks to 5 weeks maybe sooner so stay tuned… who ever is… lolp

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