A bit of a challenge from Gouken2010, hope you all enjoy it. Also, be sure to check out the forums and polls, I'm very interested in what you guys and gals think.

Hinata knew that she wasn't supposed to be in here, but when she heard about her mother's things being stored in here, she knew that she had to find them. Her mother would have wanted her daughters to inherit them. And so here she was, a week after Naruto had left on his training trip with Jiraiya, searching in the forbidden, dust-filled attic for the trunk that held her mother's possessions.

After a few minutes, and some discoveries about her father that would be best repressed, she found the trunk she was looking for. It was sitting in the very back of the attic, half-hidden under a pile of old sheets. Pulling it out, she reverently looked at the nameplate of her mother, glimmering softly in the pale light of the attic.

Opening it, she found her mother's wedding kimono, several picture albums, a scroll, and most curiously a studded leather dog collar. Pulling out the collar, she looked at it curiously, having never remembered a dog on the Hyuuga grounds, let alone her own family owning one. That's when she noticed two things, one it was attached to the scroll by a string, and two the tag had her mother's name written on it.

A chime of a bell caused her to gasp as she realized that the rest of her family would be home soon, and she had to get out of here fast. Shutting the trunk and tucking it back away, she realized that she'd forgotten to tuck the collar and scroll back in. Biting her lip she scooped up the linked items and ran as fast as she could, tucking them away into her pockets.

After supper, when she finally was allowed to go to her room, she pulled out the collar and scroll again, unrolling the scroll she blinked in surprise as there was nothing there. With a sigh, she laid it down and picked up the collar, studying it curiously. There was no magical revelations, no stunning insights, just the collar bearing her mother's name, and the scroll. Just as she was about to set the collar down, she noticed something odd about the scroll, it had writing on it now.

She found her mother's name and a thumb-print in blood at the very bottom of the scroll, but nothing else. Nothing save a circle that she recognized as a storage scroll's holding area, even with her Byakugan activated she couldn't see a single thing on the scroll save what she'd she saw without it.

Pondering what to do, she finally asked herself what her hero Naruto would do? He'd sign it without fear and deal with any consequences that arose. Taking her lead from him, she signed the scroll, and pressed down her thumb after poking it with a kunai.

What happened next shocked her as a mass of black shot out of the storage area, and encased her, before slowly dragging her towards the scroll. She tried to struggle against the binding force, but her arms were bound behind her back, with her legs folded up against the back of her thighs. There wasn't a way she could stop herself from being pulled in.

Finally she lost the struggle and was in a white void, where invisible hands were coating her in layers upon layers of strange material that she recognized as latex, leather, and rubber. Each layer made it harder and harder to struggle, until she heard a voice whispering soothingly in her ear. "Don't fight it child..."

It was familiar, and she couldn't help but feel warm, safe, and secure in it's care. Her struggles slowed, and she found herself slowly growing to enjoy the feel of being bound and captured. There was just something soothing about being cocooned into the embrace of the materials. It was wonderful, and she had a lot of time to learn to love it... after all, twenty-four hours in the scroll later, and she was back in her room, blinking as she realized the clocks only read one minute had passed.

A deep blush burned on her cheeks as she found herself wondering if Naruto would like to see her bound and helpless on his bed when he arrived home. She had three years to get ready, and suddenly she felt that it wasn't enough time.