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Who's the Hostage

By: EDelta88

Chapter 2: And It's all Downhill from here

"I remember this part."

'Were you even awake at this part?'

"First, I don't sleep. Second, who do you think sent the images."

'Oh stuff a seal in it teme…wait…YOU DID THAT!'

"Well sort of, you started it. I just... helped it along for my own amusement. What? You thought you thought up all that stuff on your own?"

'God damn worthless pigmy shit mother fucken sorry excuse for a vertebrate...'

"I heard that Gaki."

'And just what are you going to do about it you oversized dust bunny?'

Streets of Konoha

As Naruto turned fully intending to disembowel the offending drunkard, Hinata's head snapped forward from the impact of a brick hitting the back of her skull. For Naruto this triggered a cascade of every gruesome and disturbing dark thought or scene he had ever imagined to flash before his eyes.

Sakura. Beaten and raped, laying in the street like yesterday's garbage.

'Stop it,' he thought trying to ward off the offending images.

Neji. Writhing on the ground in pain. His eyes ripped out and the caged bird seal burning on his forehead.

'Please stop,' he pleaded but the images kept coming.

Kiba and Akamaru. Crawling towards some unknown detestation, a trail of blood behind both of them.

'It's not funny anymore.'

Iruka. Strung up in front of the academy, whole body limp. An angry mob around his feet.

'STOP!'

Ayame and the old man. Bound and beaten as their precious stand burns around them.

'STOP IT!'

Hinata. Beaten, raped. Writhing on the ground in the middle of a mob. Mouthing his name.

'I SAID-'

What came next couldn't be classified as even a mumble. "Hinata, I'm sorry." With that, Konohagakure's number one most unpredictable ninja walked back into the heart of the village.

"Feh, what not gonna follow him ya filthy little whore," called a villager from the now gathered crowd.

"Sir do you know what makes me different from you," Hinata asked smiling sweetly at the villager that had spoken.

"What?"

"At the end of the day I take a warm bath and I'm as pure and clean as the day I was born, you on the other hand, no amount of water will ever wash away your filth."

With that, the pale eyed beauty ran off to find the depressed demon container.

EDITED: 7/1/12

Muse/Author's rant: LETS HEAR IT FOR INSOMNIA PEOPLE! Seriously this whole story has been written after at least one in the morning. The story is really comin along here. All reviews will be graciously accepted. Flames will be used as building blocks for this story and used in conjunction with bug spray to ignite the mosquitoes on my back porch.

Delta's rant: ZzZzZzZzZzZzZz hn? Oh, WHAT BUG SPRAY! You fool, lighter fluid in a squirt gun is much more fun. But on a slightly more serious note: the story is coming along well. To be honest this one has been tricky as hell since we're trying to keep it original. POLL: 1-5(5sweet 1crap) on Hinata's line at the end.