Inner Demons

A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I had something typed up for the A/N but as it's been so long it's pretty much void... Anyway, I
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And as always thank you to all my other readers. Reviews or not I still am grateful for your time.
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Drops of red rubies were painted beautifully on her skin. In the dim light she sparkled and glistened.

'Delightful'

For the first time in her existence she was the center of attention.

A disgustingly, delightful, joy began to bubble in the depths of her soul. Below that however, a bomb of regret ticked away in
her heart and exploded onto her face.

"Father..."

Vomit traveled past her mouth and stormed through her eyes, blood slithered down the side of her lips and her body began to
shake. All around her things were crumbling and she fell to the ground, resting her head on the chest of a man whos last look
was full of regret and gratitude.
She had released him from his life and in the process he stole the last thing she had left.

The dim spark of a will to live.

The smell of his distorted body stung her noes as her body consumed the last of his withering body heat. Refusing to breathe
she glanced up at his face. It had been so long since she had seen him so peaceful. It was as if death had released him, made
him free to just be. Made him free to stop pretending, allowed him to let go, to escape.

Closing her eyes she drifted off into a sea of dreams where she would be greeted and devoured by her inner demons.
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Chapter Five - Deformed Desires and Withering Irony

This week had been so different for him. He was reverting back into the young boy he had once been, the young boy who once
stared at a young girl hiding behind her father. He had thought she was so pretty, so innocent, and without even realizing what
was going on he felt as if he had loved her. Looking back on it now, or at least a month ago, he would have brushed it off as
the ignorance of adolescence.

How did he feel now? He wasn't sure. Staring over the head of his youngest cousin, he gazed at that same young girl again,
now a young woman. Her face was no longer so pretty, as it was bruised and bleeding.

Her, the person she once was, was no longer innocent. While he didn't dare accuse her of the naiveties of innocence before this
moment, he knew she still had been pure. Pure even though despair had tried again and again to metaphorically rape her.

She had murdered her own father, something even he longed to do in the past.

He continued to stare at her no longer innocent, swollen face.

Did he still feel any kind of love for his dear cousin? Again he wasn't sure, the only thing he was certain of was the expression
of terror on his face and the small feeling of gratitude in the pit of his stomach.

As the area around him bustled in commotion and he was shoved aside he continued to stare. He watched as Hinabi vomited on
herself and collapsed to the ground.

Standing glued against the wall he found himself perspirating as they dragged Hinata's sleeping figure out of the room, none
too gently. Turning his attention back to her bedroom he dropped to his knees and sobbed.

He cried for feeling any gratitude towards Hinata for killing her own father because as he stared at Hiashi's disfigured body he
imagined how his own father must have looked at the time of his death.

Weak little boy.

He couldn't will himself to move from his spot as he heard the screams of turmoil from his fellow clansmen as they were
probably being painted against the hyuuga compound be their former heiress.

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Blood flowed from her pours as she ran through the compound. Hell's watch dogs seemed to be coming at her one after another
and she struggled to dodge the killing blows of her family members.

One hundred and twenty steps, one hundred and twenty two steps. She didn't know where she was running, but something was
yelling at her to continue on, to live. It was as if her job wasn't done yet.

A hand flew at her and she found herself pinned to the wall. Looking down she saw her younger sister's tearful face.

"WHY!" She screamed.

She didn't answer; instead she did something the younger girl obviously did not expect, perhaps for the millionth time today.

Bringing up her leg she kicked her sister down the hallway, having channeled a fair amount of chakra into her legs to cast the
girl aside.

'Keep moving!'

Holding her head in her hands she stopped the scream that was threatening to boil out of her throat and ran. She didn't know
where she was going at this point but she couldn't stop now. She'd continue to run until she fulfilled her
deformed desires.

*****End Chapter Five*****

A/N: I've got to say that was a pain to write, so much writers block! I'm glad I finally did. Anyway, if you have anything you'd be
interest in seeing now's the perfect time to have your ideas heard. Thanks for reading.

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