A/N: Spring break time and one of my other stories is getting really close to ending so I was able to bring an update!
Thanks to those that already like the story enough to follow it! I totes appreciate it! And my reviewer...since you're the only one at the moment, you're freaking awesome!
Enjoy the second chapter!
Hinata was thrown to the ground with ungraceful spite as the two guards escorting her to her 'new home' released her from the cage she had been locked in. Her long hair covered her face as she slowly got onto all fours, sitting on her knees. She heard the two guards say something about someone coming to talk to her and the others in a moment and to just sit and shut up. White eyes were transfixed on the ground and she tuned out everything around her, looking almost regretful. She was dressed in her simple black shirt and pants, having been forced to get dressed when the village police had barged into her home.
She had been casually cooking Naruto's birthday dinner when they burst in shouting and making a bunch of ruckus. They were shouting nonsense about her father, cousin and little sister having been viciously murdered in their beds. She was prime suspect in their murders and were in utter shock when they saw Naruto a pale, bloody mess on her kitchen table; hands covered in his plasma. They ordered her to get dressed, as she was still naked, and immediately handcuffed her. She had calmly complied with everything they said and yet they felt the need to push her around like she was a common criminal! Her mind wandered back to what they had said about her family. They had been murdered. Now they were slapping her with Naruto's attack. That she could understand, but her family?
"Hinata Hyuga…" a voice spoke her name calmly and almost disappointedly.
Slowly her head came up, hair falling out of her face. Standing before her was former teacher Kakashi Hatake. "Kakashi!" Her voice was soft, strained and almost pleading with him. "Please, you have to get me out of here! I didn't do what they say I did. I swear!" She jumped to her feet and ran to him, tugging at his shirt with big eyes.
"Hands off Hyuga!" a guard came up behind her and slammed a hardened baton into her back causing her to cry out in pain and drop to her knees.
Kakashi sighed, "No, it's alright. I'll handle this." The silver haired man bent down and gently placed a finger under her chin so she could look up at him. Their eyes locked and she instantly knew what he was doing to her; he was trying to see if she was lying to him.
"Kakashi…please…" she begged him in that angelic tone she was known for.
"Hinata," he paused, unsure if he could tell whether she was lying or not. If she was, she was damn good at it. "We all know you harbored resentment towards your family for the abuse you suffered. It's only logical-"
"No!" she screamed, cutting him off. "I would never do that! They only pushed me to be my very best…"
She was damn good. He sighed as he stood up, casually stuffing his hands in his pockets. "I sure hope you're right Hinata. I would hate for you to have to stay here long."
"Kakashi!" the sound of a strict, governing tone caused the young man to turn. Everyone's eyes followed his own as they fell onto an older man walking with a cane and patch over his eye.
"Yes, Danzo sir." He bowed respectfully, cast Hinata one last glance and walked off.
The man in question looked down at Hinata with his one good eye, looking at her with disgust. It made her feel like she was as low as the dirt she walked on, or even lower if that were possible. His cane seemed to echo in the rather busy yard they were standing in. It was only now that she was noticing the other people around her, almost all of them were in white scrubs; but she paid no mind to their faces. Danzo stood in front of Hinata's form, his cane slamming down between her fingers. He was an imposing figure, wearing a simple black suit with a white shirt. From the ground, Hinata felt that the eye that looked upon her was boring into her soul, not at all like Kakashi's. His eyes were as hard as stones, like he had seen so many retched things in his life.
"Welcome to Hozuki Castle, former prison to criminals, now home to the criminally insane." His words were direct and void of all emotion and never once did he look down at Hinata again. "The patients here call it Blackgate. Can any of you guess why?"
No one ventured to guess, their fear of this man too great.
He gave a chuckle that was hardly amused. "Did you see the iron gates as you were brought in? They're hard to miss."
Hinata, who was now standing with the others, understood almost instantly. Her mind raced back to just as she was in view of the enormous castle. She remembered the feel of icy steel around her hands, biting into her skin without remorse. The heavy chains around her neck keeping her anchored to the floor of her tiny caged prison like a dog on a leash. The rattling of the metal bars as she was lead by horse up the path and towards the ominous and large castle. Her head was barely able to look up, but she tried. She had seen the black iron rod gates swing open slowly as if moved by the dead and slam shut with an echo of impending doom. They were certainly gates befitting a castle with a dark history like this one.
She could barely hear his words until that same harden stick was slamming her in the face. With a cry, she fell back to her knees, placing a hand over her now bleeding face, "Pay attention!" the guard ordered as he stuffed the stick back onto his belt.
White eye glared up at the man who seemed to take enjoyment out of beating others. "As I was saying," Danzo cleared his throat as if nothing had happened. "Everyone wears the same outfit, only color coded by the severity of your mental instability. Red tagged patients are the most dangerous and kept in their cells for most of the day."
Hinata let her mind wander away, ignoring the old man as she held her cheek. The stinging was painful, but she otherwise paid no heed to the wound. She swallowed hard as images of a stormy night brought her anxiety levels sky rocketing. Flashes of lightning and rain played over and over in her mind. The feeling of ecstasy as a garnet color blade swung through the air. Mangled body parts and lifeless eyes. Her body felt so warm as the sight of spraying blood covered her thoughts. She felt so at peace. Was it wrong for her to be feeling this way about her family?
She desperately wanted to touch their rigid corpses and feel that icy sting of death upon them. To look into their eyes of blissful release as they were no longer anchored to this world of depravity. Mindlessly, her fingers smeared at the blood on her face, coating her fingertips in its beauty. Was it so wrong to want to feel? She wanted them to feel the sweet sting of boundless love she had for them. The many thanks she needed to give them for always making her strive to be better. No longer was she a burden upon their existence, but a savior of their plight. There was no better place than oblivion to share their collective minds with those that have died before them and Naruto. Her mind calmed. Naruto. While his blood, his body, had been the most beautiful of them all and had always felt so pleasurable, something deep in the pit of her stomach churned in disgust.
"Each of you will be given an entrance evaluation as a way of determining the course of your treatment and security threat." She had finally snapped back to reality, hearing, what she hopped, was the last of his speech. "Follow Mr. Sarutobi to the hospital wing to be evaluated." She was thankful that his mindless chatter was finally over with.
Following without a word, she took the time to allow her eyes and mind to process everything around her. Even though on the outside, Hozuki Castle looked dark, depressing and horrific, the courtyard was actually quite beautiful. It was a lush field of green grass, trees and many bushes of flowers. There were patients in white wandering around aimlessly and some that were sitting either talking to themselves or playing games. Her eyes wandered to the towers that looked out over the yard, guards, without weapons, looked over them as if they needed a complete three hundred and sixty degree view of the yard. The guards that roamed the grounds however, were armed with those hard, possibly lacquered, wooden sticks. Hinata ran the tips of her fingers over the wound on her face. It was tacky from the blood drying.
She noticed that there weren't that many patients roaming the yard and each one of them had a red tag on the front of their shirts. This must be the group of dangerous patients that Danzo had mentioned. They must be so dangerous that they weren't allowed near the other patients. It was then that her assumption was right as a red headed man jumped the blonde he had been lazily playing chess with. Throwing the pieces at him from over the table and then tackling him to the ground, she was struck by fear and awe when she saw him bite into the man's chest. Crimson. Drops of crimson flew through the air as he tore out a chunk of flesh with his teeth. Hinata bit into her bottom lip lightly, wondering to herself what he was feeling as he committed such an act. What was it like to bite into the flesh? To feel the skin part as your own bone sunk into theirs.
It didn't take long for the guards to intervene and restrain the young man. He howled and flailed against them with such strength that he managed to throw at least three of them off him. With an insane grin upon his face, he grabbed one of the guards and began slamming his head against a nearby tree. It took about five good thrusts before the skull cracked and blood began to seep out of his forehead and coat the tree trunk. It was a sickening sound as the bone fractured under the pressure, echoing throughout the courtyard with such volume she was sure she saw the man escorting them flinch. Her eyes were mesmerized by the sight of his mouth coated in that silky red. It dripped down the sides of his mouth, along with his drool, and down his chin. It stained the white scrubs he wore red, matching the similarly colored tag. Something tugged at her to lick the blood off his lips and savor it for herself; to feel what he felt.
She saw his dark jade eyes flicker over to her, causing her to jump and quickly turn away. Damn her timid nature! Her attention was once again on the group in front of her as they were led inside. The walls were gray and cold to the touch. The bright florescent lights above them flickered eerily, like any moment something would jump out at you. There were yowls and banging from somewhere deep inside the halls that rang in her ears like bad music. With each new place they went, it was sectioned off by metal gates slamming shut with such force it rocked her to the bone.
Hinata was ordered to sit in one of the man uncomfortable, plastic chairs provided as she waited for her turn to be examined. She looked up at the man that had brought her here. She had no idea that Asuma worked at a place like this, nor had she known Kakashi did. Did others work here too? Her fingers began to fidget under his penetrating gaze as he watched her. It felt so strange to be under surveillance like this, and not at all in the good way. She was a member of the prominent Hyuga clan, the heir to the clan, and yet here she was sitting in an insane asylum like a crazy person! Was she crazy? Not at all! She had never done anything to harm anyone. What had happened with Naruto was, accidental. She loved him more than anything. After all, she was making his favorite birthday dinner.
"Hinata Hyuga." She knew that voice. Her body jerked into rigidity as she slowly looked over to the one holding the voice. Tsunade Senju. The Hokage herself!
When her golden eyes fell upon the small Hyuga, she squeaked and quickly got to her feet. She shuffled into the white walled office and sat down on the examining table.
"Take off your clothes." It was most definitely an order.
A look of utter embarrassment etched itself on her face as she hesitantly did as she was told. Her shirt dropped to the floor in no particular manner, her pants soon following.
"Lay down on the table." All her commands were short and direct. Was it possible she was mad at her about something?
Hinata complied silently, the thing only protecting her body from the freezing metal was a thin sheet of paper, and that was doing much good.
Tsunade wordlessly took Hinata's blood pressure, checked her heart beat and to see if her air ways were obstructed in any way. She cleaned and patched up the cut on her cheek, cleaning her face of the blood she had smeared on it. Never once did she say a word unless it was to tell her to do something. It made the girl uncomfortable in the already uncomfortably white room. Once the nurse was done, she lifted Hinata's legs onto some stirrups and began probing her genitals. At the cold sting of the medical tools, Hinata gasped lightly but Tsunade made no attempt to apologize to her. There was something that sounded like a grunt from the older woman, but otherwise she still made no sounds. The squeak of her chair was about all that broke the heavy silence before the snap of her gloves was heard.
"You've had sex recently?" This time it was a question, one that made the young woman blush.
"Y-yes…" she replied as she was now allowed to close her legs. She remembered that Naruto had ejaculated inside her causing her face to brighten.
There was a long pause from the blonde woman. "…Hm, well the good news is you're not pregnant. Then again, it's far too early to tell so we'll have to monitor you just in case." It sounded like she was saying that more to herself then to Hinata. "Put your clothes back on." She was writing down things in her patient file, not bothering to look back at Hinata.
Finally being able to put distance between her and the bone chilling table, she got up and quickly put her clothes back on without a sound. She felt so, small here. So insignificant and yet, under the accusing stares of people she used to call friends. All she wanted to do was disappear.
Tsunade got up and opened the door, her folder in hand, "Follow me."
Hinata quickly scrambled to catch up to the nurse who briskly walked out the door and down the hall. Her hands folded together in front of her, her head hung low enough that her long hair curtained her face from whoever may be looking. This horrible place was not where she needed to be. She needed to be free! To feel! She could do none of that here. The people here, they wouldn't understand. For a moment, her eyes flickered up to the woman's back her normal jacket replaced with a white doctors lab coat. Without resistance, she followed Tsunade as they entered a gray room with a metal table and two matching chairs. She sat down in one and Tsunade in the other across from her.
She opened the file as she sat, clicking her pen to get ready to write, "First off, I wanna say that Naruto miraculously survived your assault." Hinata's eyes snapped up to meet hers, wide with shock. "Yes, I'm sure you're surprised by that."
"No! No, I'm happy! I'm glad he's okay," she tried to defend herself, but when Tsunade put up her hand, Hinata quickly shut her mouth.
"Do you want to know what I find truly disturbing about all this?" She paused to look Hinata directly in the eye, her famous glare ever pronounced on her face. "It's the fact that Naruto, for whatever reason, still loves you. Through his nonsensical ramblings while he was being treated, continued to defend you and spout his love for you."
Hinata broke the gaze, turning hers to the reflective surface of the table.
"Hm…now, what made you attack him in the first place?" she asked, twirling her pen through her fingers as she watched Hinata's body language.
She placed her pale hands on the table, smoothing them over the surface as a way to try and clam her nerves. Why had she done it? Naruto had asked her the same thing. "It's simple really…" her voice was soft and small like always. "I'm sick you see. I love Naruto more than anyone can imagine. I have since we were children, and when I think about that possibly ending well…" she paused, her hands playing along the surface again. Instead of answering, she shrugged.
Tsunade stared her down for a moment, their eyes meeting briefly before Hinata turned her gaze away. Was she feeling guilty? No, the tone in her voice didn't relay that to her at all. Her pen scribbled in the file. "And what about your family? Do you love them the same way?"
"I didn't kill them!" she screamed, pushing her chair out as she stood. Tsunade was a strong and intimidating woman; she didn't even flinch at the sudden outburst.
"Someone seems to think you did," she replied calmly, her eyes looking down at the file and scribbling some more. "Hinata," she paused to look up at the young woman slowly sitting back down in her chair. "They have irrefutable proof that you are the culprit of your father, Hiashi Hyuga, your cousin, Neji Hyuga, and sister, Hanabi Hyuga's murders."
So someone had seen her after all! "You're lying!" she screamed, her voice cracking as her eyes began to turn pink and puffy straining back tears.
"Am I?" She cocked a brow as she leaned on her elbow as if daring Hinata to search deep into her mind for the answer. "Why do you think someone would accuse you of something so heinous?" she asked, never giving the young woman the chance.
"I…I don't know…" Hinata's voice was soft once again, as if it had never lost its grace. Her eyes fell to the table, a far off look in them as she sighed dejectedly.
They talked for another twenty minutes before Hinata was being ushered out by Asuma to pick up her patient clothes. Her shoulders slumped as she followed behind the man quietly. Not even the screams registered in her mind as it went over what she and Tsunade had talked about. She firmly believed that she had nothing to do with her family's deaths! And to know that Naruto was safe. A relieved sigh escaped her lips. She felt her fingers twitch at the thought of seeing his glittering red blood all over again. The thought of his bandaged body, his blood staining the white gauze caused her body to tremble with delight. She remembered the way she felt when running the kitchen knife through his stomach. It felt like pure ecstasy! Like she was having sex with him all over again. She could feel his tongue on her breasts, his fingers playing between her legs; Hinata's attention was drawn up when Asuma cleared his throat.
He pointed to the young man behind the dirty Plexiglas window, "Your clothes Hinata."
Her white-lavender eyes looked upon the young man, no one she knew. "Thank you." She graciously bowed to him and gently took her things. Looking at the folded pile in her hands, she noticed a red tag on the very top. "Asuma…" her voice trailed off as she flicked at it.
"Yes Hinata?" he glanced back at her over his shoulder. How had a promising girl like her fallen so far?
She looked so downtrodden as she stared at the red tag on her shirt. "Do you believe what everyone's saying about me?"
He took in a long breath, exhaling up towards his hair line. "That's kind of a loaded question," he said as he rubbed the back of his neck.
She looked up at him with nothing but sorrow in her eyes.
Asuma sighed heavily while looking away from her. "I don't know Hinata. It's been almost proven true, which is why you're here."
He felt bad when he heard her sigh as a response.
She was led into a bathroom where Asuma stood outside the door so she could change. If she were to say that it felt inviting she would most definitely be lying to you. The walls were covered in a white porcelain tile, small in size and gray grout connecting them all together as they reached the ceiling. Florescent lights hung from the ceiling in cone like lightning fixtures, the bulbs trapped by wire cages. The floor her feet shuffled along was nothing more than dirty linoleum that still had residual blood stains from years gone by. They at least tried harder to keep the toilets clean, looking between each open stall.
Hinata hated it here already. With a heavy sigh she placed her clothes on the counter and began stripping. After replacing her black pants for white ones, she looked at the shirt that had the red tag clipped to it. Her mind wandered to the display of the redheaded man that ripped a chunk of bleeding skin from another. She would be in the same housing as that maniac. Letting her gaze wander up to the mirror that spanned the wall above the counter, she took in her half naked appearance. The idea of coating herself in that sweet, red silkiness caused her skin to prickle in joy. Her shoulders rolled back as a shiver ran down her spine; it wasn't from the cold of being shirtless, it was from the thought of running her fingers through pools of red. To smear such beauty upon her would only make her ugly face radiate with purity and grace.
There was a knock on the door. "Y-yes?" she called as her body gave a small jump.
"Everything okay in there Hinata?" Asuma asked through the door, starting to open it when it swung open.
Hinata stood in the door way dressed in the white scrubs marked with her red tag. "Yes, I'm sorry Asuma. I…I got lost in thought…" she didn't look him in the eye as her already soft voice trailed away into nothing.
He nodded. "Alright, let's get you to your cell," he cringed at the word. Saying it to someone so sweet almost made him gag. It was still so strange having Hinata be a patient here of all places.