"Hinata, you're late today, nasty habit to get into girl" her art teacher looked down his nose at her, a sneer marring his features
"I'm sorry sir; i tripped on the stairs and managed to hit my nose, i had to clean up the blood" she whispered finding my seat; he just waved his hands dismissing it. She picked up the black book that travelled everywhere with the twins, flicking to an unfinished page. She slammed it shut, unable to look at it; the story was Hinata's not hers. She grabbed a large white canvas from the store room and promptly began to paint.
The dark greys blended in with the deep mahogany brown and stormy blues, the bright scarlet red paint that stood out most of all. The woman was hunched over a cello, playing in a dark room, with blood slowly seeping from her eyes pooling on the floor around bare feet, sheets of music where scattered around as well. The face was devoid of all emotions and everything about her seemed damaged and broken.
"Good job Hinata we seem to have broken away from the habit of drawing self portraits" her art teacher said standing behind her
"Sir did you ever think to ask if i had a twin?"Hitomi asked quietly curious, he arched an eyebrow at her question but stalked off.
"So do you?" someone asked, she almost jumped but stopped herself, a habit that had been beaten into her body.
"No" she murmured looking down, "not anymore" thankfully the bell rang. She ghosted out of the room as fast as she could. Someone snagged her thin wrist, when she rounded the first corner and pulled her into a deserted hall. Suigetsu smiled at her slowly, flashing his sharper than average teeth. He slammed her against a wall, Hitomi whimpered slightly when her back hit a door knob. He grabbed her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. He pulled her shirt open, exposing the white skin of her shoulder before kissing her quickly; she did nothing and said nothing but gripped the ends of her sleaves so tightly she thought it might rip. He bit into her shoulder hard enough for it to bruise but not bleed and then walked away as if nothing happened. Hitomi fixed her shirt, tugging it sharply to cover up the offending mark. She felt like crying but she couldn't, crying lead to being hit, Hitomi just bit her tongue and continued to her next class.