Gomenasai for late update! Last year of high school has been taking up all my attention. I couldn't even go to any anime con at Akihabara! :'( Its been torture, really, and I apologize for leaving this story hanging.

Anyhoo, thank you all for the reviews

TiredSymphony -soon...they will all get what they deserve

Devilsinn17 - I'm glad you enjoy this story, and Hinata will have an awesome revenge!

Gangnam Style X3- Ah how I have missed you so! Nomiko is definitely pathetic and shallow and conceited and vain like her namesake. Ugh! How I hate her. She will die soon and the ball will be the next chapter. I am truly sorry for not updating in a while, will promise to do better! Arigato for always reviewing, I have included Gaara in this chapter just for you! 3 Enjoy

Iliana - I have listened to your song recommendations and they are all perfect for this story. Thank you for the review!

naleah - Mwahahahahaha! yes, the punishment will be slow and brutal. Even I feel shivers of excitement at imagining Hinata having them scream and bleed and beg for mercy. As if , they deserve painful and gruesome deaths.

Kiku Honda of Japan- Arigato for the review. I had added Sasuke's crush on a whim but its definitely cute and they will meet again in this story. For now, prepare for the horror.

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"But I'm not a slave to a god
That doesn't exist
But I'm not a slave to a world
That doesn't give a shit

And when we were good
You just closed you eyes
So when we are bad
We'll scar your minds" - Marilyn Manson, The fight song

CHAPTER FIVE- THE DEAD GODMOTHER AND A SINGLE GLIMPSE

Hinata's lavender eyes flickered open slowly, the blood from the night before having dried and crusted over during her sleep. She wrenched them open, cringing slightly at the bright morning light that flooded her sight. She was in a room...somewhere, a basement, she supposed, due to the obvious lack of windows.

Hinata began to take in the wreckage of her body as her eyes adjusted to the light streaming through the cracks in the wall. She could just see the dust illuminated around her.

She looked down and took note of her appearance. Her clothes were ripped, brambles and blood from past memories clinging to the rag like material. A few stitches had come undone, blood and life leaking slowly from them as she pulled herself up, skin stretching from the new angle it was pulled in.

The pale girl looked at her arm and smirked, stitches wide and gruesome as she let out dark chuckles through the air, the sweet and bloody memories of the night before filling her brain. About eight sewing needles, sharp and shining a beautiful bloody red were stuck in to her arm at odd angles, crimson life dribbling from where they'd entered her skin. She had kept them for later.

A reel of black string had been tightly wrapped around her other arm, the line constricting and tight. Light purple bruises decorated her skin at the strength it had been wrapped, her whole arm numb and throbbing, yet still so good to know that the thing that had been keeping her held together...literally...was still there.

Hinata felt ecstatic. This was freedom, away from the shackles within that cold cage, her so called family that took pleasure in watching her bleed and suffer, she was free from all those sickening chains. They would all pay with their screams and blood, she would make sure of it.

Oh how her heart fluttered at the very thought.

Hinata's meek little form from before no longer had a place within her, her mind holding its own and forcing her head to follow the dark thoughts that looked oh so enticing...

She smirked again as she lifted herself up from the floor, the sharp pains that ran up and down her arm from the needles sticking into it only fueling her anticipation for tonight.

Lavender eyes scanned the warehouse, a figure catching her attention. It was dark and slumped in the corner of the place she had found to hide in last night. She was sure the buildings were run down-no one had stopped her from entering anyway...

Hinata stalked towards the figure, slowly drawing a needle from her arm, blood delicately dripping to the floor. She stuck to the shadows, careful not to reveal any part of her body to the possible intruder.

She slid out of the shadows as she reached the figure...and grinned as she saw what it was.

A woman lay there, her body cold and lifeless, a frown gracing her dainty features as her eyes were frozen in shock. She was dead. The metallic scent of blood stuck to her form, a silver knife buried deep within the woman's chest, right where her heart was. Her throat was bruised, as if someone had attempted to strangle her before deciding to end her struggles. The woman looked wealthy, wearing a silky white kimono with delicate floral patterns. She must have had jewelry too that had been taken by her killer.

How beautifully the blood had stained the front of her dress, the patterns running down in swirls and splatters across her chest.

A thought crossed her mind as she took in the white kimono, the soft silk and intricate design simply glorified by the blood shrouding the heart. A grin played across pale lips, the smile torn into Hinata's face ever expanding as the thought continued to work its way in her mind, finally breaking free as it was put into action a moment later.

She pulled out the knife from the dead girls chest. It would be useful later.

She remembered her mothers fairy tales, of magic and a pumpkin carriage and princes coming to the rescue. How eerily warped the similarities were- the wicked step family, her abused frame, a ball for the prince and the stroke of midnight.

Now this...

As she tugged and tore at the beautiful garment Hinata leaned in close to the dead girl's ear and whispered softly to her as she arranged herself for the ball.

"Thank you...my fairy godmother..."

A cackling laugh escaped her lips, running through the thick air of the basement, spreading her declaration of death through the air as it went, a promise of blood and pain...

How she looked forward to this ball. Hinata grinned as she made her way out, eager to play with her victims...

An elegant car swept along the paved streets, the people enclosed inside elegantly painted and dressed for the occasion. The twin sisters each held mirrors to their face, fixing whatever strand of hair that seemed out of place. While Nomiko had stared straight ahead, her thoughts anxious and fearful of what was to come.

She tried to tell herself that the palace was safe, surrounded by guards and a crowd of people, but...

She could not shake the feeling of dread.

"Mother I thought we were taking the brat with us?", Shittoyuki scowled as she smoothed down her bleached hair.

"Yeah I wanted to see her all pathetic and weepy! Why did we not bring her?", the other twin agreed with her sister as they looked to their mother for answers.

Nomiko internally sighed as she looked at her children. Each dressed in elegant western clothes and filled with excitement at the thought of meeting the prince of Suna. She could not distract them with her fears, not when this was such a big opportunity for them all.

"Well...We decided not to disgrace the family with her face", Nomiko said haughtily, adjusting her red kimono. Though her words were harsh, her face was filled with a hidden horror, her eyes gleaming in fathomless fright.

She was afraid...

Her mind kept going back to her husbands corpse, bloody and decorated with stitches. If only they had just the killed the brat with the mother. Hiashi's first wife had been stunning, with the same eyes as her demon child. Oh how she hated those eyes. She had tried, each and every time her hand held the knife over the scared little girls body, she had tried. Hoping the thing would just die from blood loss, and infection or something else for godsake! But no, each and every time the girl wold live, and now it seemed to be too late to save herself.

She was afraid...and this morning she had found three bloody needles placed neatly into her pillow by her head as she slept...

Gaara sighed,staring out the window at the mass of woman dressed in pricey dresses,lining up, one by one to enter the castle. Damn his father for holding this thing- he did not want any of these woman. In fact, he hated people in general, found their fake airs and ulterior motives sickening. They should all just drop dead, there was no way he would agree to an arranged marriage with one of these repulsive creatures. They were all the same, snotty and bitchy. Why would he want someone like that?

And then she caught his eye. Gaara leaned closer to the glass to get a better view of the beauty making her way towards the castle gates, alone and gorgeous...

Her black hair flowed behind her, messy, yet eerily beautiful in the dark light flooding the court yard. A ripped kimono, pure white with delicate flowers and stained red as it clung to her skinny body, rips revealing strips of pale flesh.

A maze of intricate stitches decorated her body, the black, blood stained string contrasting beautifully against her pale white skin. A grin stretched across her lips,stitches drawing the ripped skin of a sick smile together, extending her smirk to the tips of her cheeks.

He needed to see this woman. How beautiful she looked with the wind pulling through her hair, how her dress hugged her skinny frame like a skeletal princess-the beauty and story each stitch told forced his curiosity into a deep and dark desire.

Gaara lifted himself from his viewpoint at the window, suddenly enthused to get downstairs. To make his way through the disgusting swarm of money and fake smiles to this twisted creature of beauty.

With a single glimpse, he was captivated...

AN: So I did mention that Hinata would not be looked at with disgust at the ball. If she did attend with her repulsive 'family' then a gentle Hinata would have been ashamed and looked down on, it can't be helped. Now all their minds will be filled with nothing but fear!

MWAHAHAHAHA!

Also an interesting point is the three needles that were placed in Nomiko's pillow. Its symbolic of three victims, so no, Hanabi will not die.

Ahhh, I am so excited to write Hinata's revenge, and am planning to edit this story once its done. Add more detail, fix errors and all that.

Once again I sincerely apologize for super late update, will definitely try to update as often as possible and thank you all for reading, following and adding favorite to this story.

Honto arigato mina san! ^o^

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Miyuki xx