Warning: Light yuri. Don't like it, then don't read it. There are also hints of a certain other pairing between two canon characters. Please don't complain based on my choice of character pairings.
The Little Sister
To some, the most noticeable feature of the woman was in between the locks of silky, ebony hair that hung beautifully almost to her elbows. The basketball sized bust bounced with each menacing step that she took, threatening to flood out from her tight but flexible leather armor and the underlying net that covered and yet accentuated her skin. To others, it was the rest of the pale beauty's curvy body, but nobody could ignore the Byakugan's steely, gray gaze, with its hint of electrifying violet. She moved through the dense foliage with a predator's guile until she suddenly halted. To a normal eye, there was nothing but trees within a one mile radius of the place, but she saw differently. There, just a huge lot of invisible trees away, was the tent where her dearest was being held.
Some thought her to be one of the few members of the Hyuuga main branch. After all, her beautiful forehead and aura of confidence was bared for all to see. She thought so, too, until the day she became a Chunin. For the Hyuuga Main House, that was one of the days that marked coming of age. Specifically, that was when they were taught every secret of the Cursed Seal, from how to burn one onto any living creature to how to activate it. The newly promoted Chunin was supposed to conclude the day by successfully applying the seal to one of the many wild animals in the forest and bringing it home to be cooked as dinner. When she went to the head of the clan, she got a completely different message. All he did was command her to first and foremost protect the clan with the gifts that he gave her, but live freely until the next heir turned three.
The now retired old man did not need to say anything directly for her to figure it all out. Well, she was not quite certain as to what the old geezer was thinking, but she figured that if she walked, fought, and looked like the old man, then she probably thought like him, too. She knew that if she were the head of the clan, she'd never try for a second child until after the first one turned three and even then, try to favor the younger ones more so than the oldest so as to make everyone think that any of her children might be the actual heir. That way, the Elders could not do what they normally did with children of head of the clan, which was seal them upon the heir's graduation from Ninja Academy, or, in the case of those born after the first graduated from the Academy, upon the heir's next promotion. Most Hyuugas were sealed on the heir's third birthday, but the children of the leader who were born after the heir turned three were always an exception.
She wanted to change many things within the family, and so she was most likely to select the most gentle, idealistic one as heir to the clan. However, if such intentions were made open, the elders would openly resist and try to select another. No, she had to make it seem as if every child was a possible heir.
But such a trick would only suffice until the leader's first Byakugan-bearing grandchild turned three. Then, the parent of the first grandchild automatically became the head and all of the siblings were automatically placed in the Branch House. She stopped thinking about her family when she spotted the person she was looking for. A whole patch of the forest was burning and the target of her rescue mission was unconscious, right in the middle of the toxic fumes. She tried to make out the chakra around the burning area, but some sort of shielding jutsu was blocking her Byakugan's abilities. It was as if she could only see things close to the forest's floor.
Blood seeped into the dry, crackling earth from massive gashes on the unscious girl's body. Beyond the surface, there were broken bones and a lot of bleeding inside the belly. Either liver or spleen injuries. As bad as a direct hit to the heart, from what her father told her. Her anger boiled as she made for the figures lurking amidst the flames. Without hesitation, she launched the sixty-four palms attack on the person, but stopped, when he gave her a reply between rounds of his defensive jutsu.
"Time's ticking. Keeps fightin' me, an' that pretty girl over there'll die in jus' a few minutes. What's it gonna be?"
"Bastard," she muttered as she went for the other Konoha ninja, carefully avoiding all of the flames. Her mind barely registered all of the chakra around her that was running somewhat like a genjutsu.
Kaiten. It was no use. It just made the smoke swim in circles around her. It was too thick to fan away. And so she just scooped up the unconscious, strawberry blonde girl and commanded her legs to break for it. She coughed, clearing the smoke from her lungs, only to have it come back in a second later. The fumes were stifling. They moved, but due to the lack of oxygen, she only managed a few sluggish steps before she saw a small, blurry circle close to her backside, at the edge of her massive visual field. A sharp pain and a splash of warm liquid followed. Then another blade flew towards her neck, but she could not maneuver herself at all between carrying her girlfriend and being sandwiched between trees.
Her first thoughts were her children. No, she had never birthed any of her own, but around a year ago, she was assigned a genin team that comprised of three children who lost their parents when Konoha was destroyed. And then, the next thing she knew, the tough, emotionless and proud Hyuuga princess and the shameless pervert were the only mother figures these kids had ever known. Candy, the sweet little girl who loved to draw. Then Takuya, who liked to craft weapons by hand. She still carried the sword that he made her, even if she preferred to have her bare fists connect with everything that she beat up. He was good with her nephews and niece, too. And that irate little Monkey. It was the name that all of his friends called him. Brave enough to attempt to prank her at every opportunity, and stupid enough to think that she was a true member of the Main House. He reminded her so much of her own self when she was that age when he pulled that genjutsu on their mission report and made it read like a perverted hentai novel She hoped that they would understand that if she did not make it out of this forest, then it was because true ninja never left their lovers to die alone.
Those memories faded and she wanted to cough from all of the smoke. With her vast field of vision, she could see someone approaching with equipment that she had not seen before. Then everything faded and was replaced with something more familiar
She saw her twin nephews jumping up and down on her bed, blissfully. Two heads of fluffy, light brown hair, two pairs of pale violet Byakugan, who ate, cried, and pranked her together were about to be separated forever in less than a day. They had the facial features of the Hokage, but the light brown hair alone was enough to make her think only of their Hyuuga side.
The sight faded and her Byakugan focused on the poor, unconscious woman who was pinned beneath her rather heavy body. The Hyuuga girl wasn't fat or anything like that; she just had a huge lot of muscle from all of the workouts. The infamous pervy slacker and the quiet but extremely violent tomboy, who would have thought? As much as she hated stereotypes, she had to admit that the one about the more brutal and competitive ones like her, were true. She remembered when she first discovered the fact, when she first met the other girl. They were both still chunins at the time, on a seduction mission, and it was her first mission with another woman. The now unconscious girl was so chatty, lazy, and perverted. As if that wasn't enough, that older, light haired girl had so much intelligence underneath that cover that it was infuriating to the point where she managed to give the Hyuuga butterflies in the stomach whenever she came within a one kilometer radius of her. Then there was the way she swayed about whenever she moved. It wasn't perfectly graceful, but it was entrancing. Couldn't that girl get through one mission without distracting or bothering the Hyuuga? They were in their hotel room, about to take off for their target, when the next memory happened. Somewhere between listening to the older girl explain perverted jutsu, taking in the beauty who was doing all of the talking, and trying to shut out everything that, according to her father, was inappropriate for a proper Hyuuga, she acted impulsively for the first time. The pale-eyed warrior kissed back when that slacker got tired of explaining the art of perversion and started demonstrating by giving Hyuuga her first kiss.
She smiled. Her love. The reason behind every instance when Hyuuga acted on impulse. The only person to ever see her act anything other than confident and calm since she started training.
Things went black again and she mustered up all of the energy that she could in order to bring her sight back. She had to stay awake and get her beloved out, like a proper knight in shining leather outfit and mesh. She was a Hyuuga genius and geniuses never... a Hyuuga genius. She thought back to her days in the dojo. She was a small child again, dashing towards the man with the dark, chocolate hair with a kunai.
"Good. Let's break," he said when she reached him. She could see a subtle smile forming at the corner of his lips, even if he held it back. Rare praise from the man for good work. If he had any semblance of a real smile, he always saved a few glimpses of it for her so that she could have a good life. Despite that she was the second child, he still gave her the gift of the Main House's fighting prowess. If she still had the energy, she would've smiled back.
Then there were all of those cousins. One older one stood out in particular. Oh, the number of times she rigged his room with all sorts of jokes. What did she do again? Oh, yeah. Paint his room pink while he was on a mission, do his hair and lace it with all sorts of girly hair things while he was asleep, the list went on. She was pretty sure she was the reason why he hated little children, even if she continued to prank him, with what she did just a few days ago being a prime example. When most ninja wanted to do things on behalf of other people for fun, they used the transformation jutsu. She did it the civilian way. Oh, did she look exactly like him after she bound her chest and she would've put on his clothes if they weren't all being washed. So she put on some loose fitting, generic, black Hyuuga training garb that she found in her father's closetand even in that, she still passed for her cousin. The plan of hitting on every girl she ran into under his name worked quite well... until her father appeared, looked like he'd seen a ghost, and got her love and his true heir to give her a girly makeover, with hair done and layered, very cute shirt, skirt, and everything.
The older chlid of the Main House was another one of those really important people. Those few hours in the mall and the hair salon were a prime example of why she did not believe that they were really born to the same parents. How could that older ninja possibly enjoy the hell called doing hair and trying on extremely girly clothes and not like training? In just a little bit, the Hokae showed up with the kids. All four of them. The twins darted up to her eagerly while the younger ones followed more hesitantly.
She could never forget that next moment, a few hours later, when she had to leave. The twins, as much as they reminded her of the Hokage and of her father, were something completely of their own. She would always have the wide grins that they wore when they asked her if she'd go to their birthday party etched into the back of her eyelids.
"I promise," she grinned for them. Tomorrow. By then, that tomorrow had become today. The party was in a few hours. She had to get herself and her girlfriend there!
No air. No movement. No feelings from the head down whatsoever. She laid still on the burning floor and tried to command her lungs to breathe, but nothing, absolutely nothing, from the neck down responded. One of the crackling trees around her suddenly, in slow motion, started to topple in her direction. In a few seconds, it would be pressing down on her back, along her blind spot, and she'd be helpless to remove it.
The smoke before her eyes shifted, and for a moment, it took on a green hue and assumed the shape of the Caged Bird Seal. Then, the seal's arms reached out and expanded until it had her entire body in its wraps. And so another Hyuuga took off, never to have the seal truly touch her life, or so she thought.
"Now! Get that Byakugan before she dies on us!"
I'm sorry if yuri with canon characters is not your cup of tea, but I just can't resist. It's my favorite pairing when it comes to this particular little sister.