Kabuto covered his face with his hands, giving a groan of exasperation and sunken dreams. He picked up his head, staring sadly at the Hyuuga family compound only two blocks away. He couldn't go there. It would blow every story he had fabricated since he was 8. He would probably be attacked or worse, be discovered by Orochimaru there. But it still tugged at him with the sort of power only a dear piece of someone's past can. Hinata was there. Hinata, the sister he barely even knew, the sister he so desperately wanted to talk to. He had lost her without even knowing her. The cruelest twist of fate, but one he had been party to. And one he once had the power to stop. Giving another whine of desperation, Kabuto tore himself away from the sight, bolting back to Orochimaru's current hideout.