Flower of the Abyss

by katomi-misamoto

Hinata is tired. Rage is an emotion that she is now very familar with. Rage at her life, her clan's tradition of slavery, and above all, rage at her father. But there is still light, one that is brighter than others, named Hanabi. Grey Hinata/ Powerful Hinata/ Rated M for language, violence, and mature themes including abuse, suicide, self harm, and depression.

5. Awakening of the Fallen

*A/N: You know the drill, Kishimoto belongs to Naruto, or Naruto belongs to Kishimoto, or something like that, anyway, don't sue me, dattebane!*

Chapter 5: Revenge of the Fallen

Hyuuga Compound: Hyuuga Gardens

A young, dark brown-haired, pale-eyed girl was lying panting on the ground after running around the gardens of the Hyuuga compound, basking in the little freedom she currently has, as Tuuka, her main caretaker, was still busy like the rest of the clan in sorting out everything that has happened today with someone breaking into the compound. Hanabi, seeing the sun starting to set, promptly raises and then stands to dust herself off to look like she never went out. Hanabi then started to walk back towards the back doors to enter the main house when she heard a scream.

Hanabi then ran to the closest rose bush at the edge of the gardens on the side of the house. In confusion and concern, she peeked through the branches of the brush, careful to not get poked by the rose thorns as she gasped in fright at seeing her father, ruthlessly attacking her sister. She stares as she sees Hiashi burn papers that seemed important to her sister, due to said sister begging for them not to be burned. She continued watching in horror as her father picked up Hinata who seemed to whisper something to her, though Hanabi was too far away to hear. She also watched in despair as she saw the person she cared about the most, fall to the ground and silently wail in pain.

Hanabi stared in shock at what happened as tears also started to flow down her face as she covered her mouth with her hands. "Sister…..what happened? Why did father do that? Why did he hurt you like that?" Said Hanabi in her thoughts. After some time passes, Hanabi, who is silently shedding tears for her sister, manages to muster up some courage to comfort Hinata. However, right when she was about to move to Hinata, said person started to stand up shakenly. At this, Hanabi froze to see what would happen next when she heard Hinata utter those words quietly, but slightly louder than when Hiashi spoke to her. "I…hate…him…". Hearing this, Hanabi couldn't stop herself from gasping as she watched her sister from the bushes make her way back into the compound. After this, Hanabi sat in silence, contemplating everything that had just happened as she stared at the now burnt pile of ash on the ground. She sighs in sadness as she finally leaves the bushes that she was in and makes her way back into the compound, determined to find out what happened.

Hyuuga Compound: Hinata's POV

Once again, entering my room, I couldn't help but feel unsettled. After being in this room for years, I now felt as if I no longer belonged there. Like I was out of place, or the room itself was out of place. I looked around after closing my door and just stood there. I looked around and my vision finally landed on the stack of books I bought not too long ago. I then forced myself to look at my now useless notebook, just sitting there, already tainted by the hands of that man. Already stripped of what mattered to me. Already only worthy of just being nothing but an ordinary diary, with the thoughts of a tormented girl with a demon as a father. After staring at my notebook, I cast my glance to the floor, still looking at nothing in particular. I then press my back to my closed room door and then side down until I am sitting on the floor while wrapping my arms around my knees. I can no longer feel much pain since I cried it all out just five minutes ago. No, a better word to describe me now is no longer scared, not necessarily sad, maybe exhausted, or numb. Numb is a good word to describe me at this point, numb, but with an undertone of uselessness.

I spent the last years of my young life being tormented by the shinigami who didn't want my soul but would gladly feast on my spirit. Yeah, at this point hopelessness is all I can afford to feel in this place. Most of my clan thinks I am weak, the village outside of a few doesn't know or care about my existence, my mother, who I miss so, so much has been gone for a few years, my so-called father hates me and my brother Neji hates me. Hanabi will soon start training under my father and will probably be treated like I have, that man will probably make her hate me just because he can. I've thought many times about running away, escaping from this pain, but I know that I am only a kid, a weak one at that, and the more powerful ninja in this village will just capture me as soon as I make it out of the village. I let out a sigh as I let my head softly bang against my door as I looked up at my ceiling with vacant eyes.

"When will this pain end, when will this all just fade into nothing, why can't I just be in some endless dream? I…..I don't know if I can take this anymore. This hurts so much, so, so much." I said in a tone equal to the blank look on my face. "Can I even obtain the new Byakugan, Am I in too much darkness already?" After a few moments, I brought up my hand to touch and wipe off any remaining dirt on my face. I looked at my hand with no emotion as I spotted a few remnants on my fingers. I then manage to get the motivation to stand and then walk to my private bathroom. After coming into my bathroom, I turned, placed my hands on my sink, and stared into the mirror. As I stare, a memory flashes through my head. The same memory from when I said that I would change the ways of our clan, even if I may have to die. As the memory came to me, I stood still while staring into the mirror back at myself with those distant lavender eyes. I stood pondering, wondering if it was worth it, wondering if I was gone, would they care? Would they grieve for me? Would they shed as many tears out of sadness as I shed out of pain from their treatment of me? Probably not.

I thought longer about my situation, thinking about Hanabi, what would happen to her? Would she get over my death at some point? I'm sure she will. I think further about the fact that I would once again see Mother, although probably not the way she wished. I further pondered using the basic academy ninja kit that was issued to us on the first day so we could start learning about some of the equipment ninjas needed. The kit had a small, but long string of ninja wire strong enough to cut through a plank of wood, a blunt kunai, some paper to model explosive tags, and some basic first aid. For my idea, only one of those tools would be useful. After some time, I looked at my closed curtains, thinking about the Hokage monument and how high it was, towering over our village with pride.

At that moment, another flashback came to me, one where I saw my sister covered in blood with the kunai at my feet. At this, realization comes to me in less than a second as I drop to my knees, still gripping the top of my sink as I start breathing rapidly. Did I just think like that? About doing that? How would that change my clan's ways? Most would probably forget me and I would be nothing but a memory. All that I said about my ninja way, my dream, would be for nothing. Hanabi would be hurt, I will not hurt her, I cannot hurt her. Not after what I saw in my nightmare. My final light being taken from me, by me. "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me? WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?! IT'S MY FAULT! IT'S……it's cold, I'm so cold. It's getting dark……I'm so tired." I frantically yelled and mumbled out of panic.

I continue breathing fast and hard, dark spots starting to form in the corners of my eyes as I start feeling light-headed, "Maybe…..I should…..sleep." I said until something touched my shoulders. At the unexpected touch, I let out a startled yell, then turned to my left to see Hanabi, looking at me with concern. "Sister, what is wrong?" She asked. Without much warning, I grabbed her tightly, arms wrapped around her slightly smaller frame in a bear hug. "ACK, S-s-sister, I-I I-I can't b-b-b-breathe!" Hanabi struggled to say. I realize the current situation and pull back apologetically, and I then try to calm down my breathing with a hand on my chest. "S-s-sorry I-I it………it's about father," I said as I started to feel slightly calmer.

Hanabi looks at me in puzzlement then asks, "That paper that he had, was it yours?" At that question, I stiffened slightly and then looked downward in sadness. "You saw everything…did you?" I asked Hanabi. She nodded, "I was coming back from the garden and then I saw Father hitting you." I nod in agreement, "I cannot tell you yet, but it is important," I said. "Why?" She asked. I sighed, not wanting to tell her something so important when she was so young, "You're too young, but I promise to tell you later." I said with a forced smile. Hanabi pouted, then glared, "Do you promise?" "I do, but later, I promise to tell you about everything with Father and me." Hanabi sighed as I asked, "And shouldn't you be in your room before Miss Tuuka comes back?" Hearing this, Hanabi blushes in embarrassment, then gives me a tight hug around my neck, nearly making me faint from lack of oxygen as I miss the evil grin on Hanabi's face, she then runs off to her room, shouting something about playtime later as I chuckle, now in a slightly better mood than before.

I sigh realizing where my previous thoughts were going to learning that I would not be able to make the change that is needed if I was dead by my own hands. Our clan's tradition of slavery would continue as if I never existed. I then got up and glanced around my empty room, my eyes then once again, landed on the books that I brought in here earlier. Remembering the power that I can achieve, a reignited sense of determination comes back as I make my way back into my bathroom for a much-needed shower.

Hyuuga Training Ground: A Day Later, Hinata's POV

After reading a couple of chapters of the chakra control book I got, I decided to come out and start my training. Father, since Hanabi is near of age to start physical training, will only train me on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday after the academy, he expects me to do personal training or education in my free time, hence why I am currently looking for some thumb sized stones for an intermediate chakra control exercise. For me to have a chance of activating the Byakugan no Shiroi Me, I need to have a high level of chakra control and a balance of my yin and yang. So, after the academy, on the days that I am not training with my father, I will practice chakra control, chakra building, and meditation.

First on the list is the stone-sticking exercise, where, just like the leaf-sticking exercise, you have to stick small stones to your body. The more stones, the harder it gets, and if you move around while doing it, it's even harder. After I'm done with chakra training, I will then move to perfect my new form of the gentle fist that I call the 'feline flow'. With the feline flow, I mainly rely on my seemingly natural flexibility to dodge and evade attacks, all while setting up for a counterattack. It does have an element of speed and swiftness to it which is also something I'm now working on in my spare time by doing sprints across our training ground.

After finding a few stones I am now sitting below a small willow tree on the far end of the Hyuuga training ground, I am in a meditating position with small stones that I manage to find stuck to my forehead and shoulders, I can not yet do my entire arms or legs. Sitting with a sense of peace with my eyes closed and back pressed up against the tree, I breathe quietly and slowly while also feeling for my chakra. Reaching deep inside, I start to feel a somewhat hot tingling feeling around my midsection. I then focus on that feeling and move it towards my forehead and shoulders to keep the rocks in place. Slowly but surely I sat patiently until I started feeling the tingling feeling die down until a slight warm buzz, indicating my depleting chakra levels. As this is happening, the stones on my shoulders and forehead fall off, but I do not lose concentration in my meditation as I let my body recover its chakra. As I am in my meditation, I start to see myself in an empty dark room with few books and scrolls on shelves like the library back in the compound. I look around despite my eyes in the real world being closed to see that I am in what I was told is some kind of mindscape by the meditation section of the Charka Control book I read. It said a mindscape was the reflection of your personality and mind state.

I decided to get up and walk around for a little, looking over some of the titles of the books. 'Hinata Age 6', Hinata Age 4: Kidnapping', 'Hinata Age 6:Dear Dirary'. I looked over some of the titles with slight sadness, remembering my first day of training with fath-, that man. I continued looking until I saw what looked like a freshly printed book named, 'Hinata Age 7: Victim of the Beast'. I decided not to open the book, assuming that it must be memories of what, he, did to me yesterday. I scowled slightly and looked away, seeing an empty spot on the floor, I decided to sit back down to meditate in my mindscape. Feeling slightly weird at the fact that I am meditating while meditating, I once again closed my eyes to focus on everything that has happened to me over the years.

From being kidnapped by Kumo to being bullied and berated by those boys, to the endless evil words coming from my supposed father cutting me worse than a kunai, to meeting Naruto, to Hanabi entering my life, back to my Mother dying, to me seeing Hanabi covered in blood, to me finding a new dream to fight for, my father ripping my last connection to mother and my mental downward spiral after that would've led to my suicide, and to me finding that scroll and possibly being able to awaken something powerful. I reach even deeper to analyze my feelings, thoughts, and emotions on all of these events to try to get a better understanding of my spirit. After some time I concluded, that while I despise what my father has done and said to me, I cannot find it within me to get back at him for it. I do not believe I can find it within me at the moment to forgive him, but I do not see myself holding a grudge, would that not be the same thing that he does to me?

I'm not sure what I have done to him, but he hates me for some reason that is out of my control, probably pressured by the clan elders and his father to produce a strong main branch member since Brother Neji may become one of the strongest members of the clan. They probably feel that the side branch is becoming too strong and the clan needs someone from the main house to maintain order. That someone was supposed to be me, a failure, someone who couldn't even improve much with the standard gentle fist-fighting style. Someone weak and timid and studded. How can someone like me be strong enough to maintain order? Well, that's a good question. When it comes to my new dream to unite my clan and the scroll I found earlier, power may soon come, power that I could use at a when. The power that will be mine and I would no longer be considered a weakling. So much power, that I could perhaps take out every member of my clan one by one until I am the last one standing. At least if they are to revolt and not go along with my goals. After further thought, I realize that I do not hate my clan, but only the ways that exist right now, and that I will do anything possible to end this slavery.

After coming to that conclusion, I felt a very hot, tingling sensation rise inside of my body jerking me from my mindscape back into the real world. As I opened my eyes seeing that the sun was starting to set, the hot feeling of my chakra continued to burn as it started to move to my face and then my eyes. As this happened, I had to close my eyes and hold in a scream as my eyes felt as if they were being stabbed. As soon as the pain came, it also left as I sat panting with my hands covering my eyes as I lay with my back against the tree.

End of Chapter

*A/N: You know the drill, Kishimoto belongs to Naruto, or Naruto belongs to Kishimoto, or something like that, anyway, don't sue me, dattebane!*

Chapter 5: Revenge of the Fallen

Hyuuga Compound: Hyuuga Gardens

A young, dark brown-haired, pale-eyed girl was lying panting on the ground after running around the gardens of the Hyuuga compound, basking in the little freedom she currently has, as Tuuka, her main caretaker, was still busy like the rest of the clan in sorting out everything that has happened today with someone breaking into the compound. Hanabi, seeing the sun starting to set, promptly raises and then stands to dust herself off to look like she never went out. Hanabi then started to walk back towards the back doors to enter the main house when she heard a scream.

Hanabi then ran to the closest rose bush at the edge of the gardens on the side of the house. In confusion and concern, she peeked through the branches of the brush, careful to not get poked by the rose thorns as she gasped in fright at seeing her father, ruthlessly attacking her sister. She stares as she sees Hiashi burn papers that seemed important to her sister, due to said sister begging for them not to be burned. She continued watching in horror as her father picked up Hinata who seemed to whisper something to her, though Hanabi was too far away to hear. She also watched in despair as she saw the person she cared about the most, fall to the ground and silently wail in pain.

Hanabi stared in shock at what happened as tears also started to flow down her face as she covered her mouth with her hands. "Sister…..what happened? Why did father do that? Why did he hurt you like that?" Said Hanabi in her thoughts. After some time passes, Hanabi, who is silently shedding tears for her sister, manages to muster up some courage to comfort Hinata. However, right when she was about to move to Hinata, said person started to stand up shakenly. At this, Hanabi froze to see what would happen next when she heard Hinata utter those words quietly, but slightly louder than when Hiashi spoke to her. "I…hate…him…". Hearing this, Hanabi couldn't stop herself from gasping as she watched her sister from the bushes make her way back into the compound. After this, Hanabi sat in silence, contemplating everything that had just happened as she stared at the now burnt pile of ash on the ground. She sighs in sadness as she finally leaves the bushes that she was in and makes her way back into the compound, determined to find out what happened.

Hyuuga Compound: Hinata's POV

Once again, entering my room, I couldn't help but feel unsettled. After being in this room for years, I now felt as if I no longer belonged there. Like I was out of place, or the room itself was out of place. I looked around after closing my door and just stood there. I looked around and my vision finally landed on the stack of books I bought not too long ago. I then forced myself to look at my now useless notebook, just sitting there, already tainted by the hands of that man. Already stripped of what mattered to me. Already only worthy of just being nothing but an ordinary diary, with the thoughts of a tormented girl with a demon as a father. After staring at my notebook, I cast my glance to the floor, still looking at nothing in particular. I then press my back to my closed room door and then side down until I am sitting on the floor while wrapping my arms around my knees. I can no longer feel much pain since I cried it all out just five minutes ago. No, a better word to describe me now is no longer scared, not necessarily sad, maybe exhausted, or numb. Numb is a good word to describe me at this point, numb, but with an undertone of uselessness.

I spent the last years of my young life being tormented by the shinigami who didn't want my soul but would gladly feast on my spirit. Yeah, at this point hopelessness is all I can afford to feel in this place. Most of my clan thinks I am weak, the village outside of a few doesn't know or care about my existence, my mother, who I miss so, so much has been gone for a few years, my so-called father hates me and my brother Neji hates me. Hanabi will soon start training under my father and will probably be treated like I have, that man will probably make her hate me just because he can. I've thought many times about running away, escaping from this pain, but I know that I am only a kid, a weak one at that, and the more powerful ninja in this village will just capture me as soon as I make it out of the village. I let out a sigh as I let my head softly bang against my door as I looked up at my ceiling with vacant eyes.

"When will this pain end, when will this all just fade into nothing, why can't I just be in some endless dream? I…..I don't know if I can take this anymore. This hurts so much, so, so much." I said in a tone equal to the blank look on my face. "Can I even obtain the new Byakugan, Am I in too much darkness already?" After a few moments, I brought up my hand to touch and wipe off any remaining dirt on my face. I looked at my hand with no emotion as I spotted a few remnants on my fingers. I then manage to get the motivation to stand and then walk to my private bathroom. After coming into my bathroom, I turned, placed my hands on my sink, and stared into the mirror. As I stare, a memory flashes through my head. The same memory from when I said that I would change the ways of our clan, even if I may have to die. As the memory came to me, I stood still while staring into the mirror back at myself with those distant lavender eyes. I stood pondering, wondering if it was worth it, wondering if I was gone, would they care? Would they grieve for me? Would they shed as many tears out of sadness as I shed out of pain from their treatment of me? Probably not.

I thought longer about my situation, thinking about Hanabi, what would happen to her? Would she get over my death at some point? I'm sure she will. I think further about the fact that I would once again see Mother, although probably not the way she wished. I further pondered using the basic academy ninja kit that was issued to us on the first day so we could start learning about some of the equipment ninjas needed. The kit had a small, but long string of ninja wire strong enough to cut through a plank of wood, a blunt kunai, some paper to model explosive tags, and some basic first aid. For my idea, only one of those tools would be useful. After some time, I looked at my closed curtains, thinking about the Hokage monument and how high it was, towering over our village with pride.

At that moment, another flashback came to me, one where I saw my sister covered in blood with the kunai at my feet. At this, realization comes to me in less than a second as I drop to my knees, still gripping the top of my sink as I start breathing rapidly. Did I just think like that? About doing that? How would that change my clan's ways? Most would probably forget me and I would be nothing but a memory. All that I said about my ninja way, my dream, would be for nothing. Hanabi would be hurt, I will not hurt her, I cannot hurt her. Not after what I saw in my nightmare. My final light being taken from me, by me. "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me? WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?! IT'S MY FAULT! IT'S……it's cold, I'm so cold. It's getting dark……I'm so tired." I frantically yelled and mumbled out of panic.

I continue breathing fast and hard, dark spots starting to form in the corners of my eyes as I start feeling light-headed, "Maybe…..I should…..sleep." I said until something touched my shoulders. At the unexpected touch, I let out a startled yell, then turned to my left to see Hanabi, looking at me with concern. "Sister, what is wrong?" She asked. Without much warning, I grabbed her tightly, arms wrapped around her slightly smaller frame in a bear hug. "ACK, S-s-sister, I-I I-I can't b-b-b-breathe!" Hanabi struggled to say. I realize the current situation and pull back apologetically, and I then try to calm down my breathing with a hand on my chest. "S-s-sorry I-I it………it's about father," I said as I started to feel slightly calmer.

Hanabi looks at me in puzzlement then asks, "That paper that he had, was it yours?" At that question, I stiffened slightly and then looked downward in sadness. "You saw everything…did you?" I asked Hanabi. She nodded, "I was coming back from the garden and then I saw Father hitting you." I nod in agreement, "I cannot tell you yet, but it is important," I said. "Why?" She asked. I sighed, not wanting to tell her something so important when she was so young, "You're too young, but I promise to tell you later." I said with a forced smile. Hanabi pouted, then glared, "Do you promise?" "I do, but later, I promise to tell you about everything with Father and me." Hanabi sighed as I asked, "And shouldn't you be in your room before Miss Tuuka comes back?" Hearing this, Hanabi blushes in embarrassment, then gives me a tight hug around my neck, nearly making me faint from lack of oxygen as I miss the evil grin on Hanabi's face, she then runs off to her room, shouting something about playtime later as I chuckle, now in a slightly better mood than before.

I sigh realizing where my previous thoughts were going to learning that I would not be able to make the change that is needed if I was dead by my own hands. Our clan's tradition of slavery would continue as if I never existed. I then got up and glanced around my empty room, my eyes then once again, landed on the books that I brought in here earlier. Remembering the power that I can achieve, a reignited sense of determination comes back as I make my way back into my bathroom for a much-needed shower.

Hyuuga Training Ground: A Day Later, Hinata's POV

After reading a couple of chapters of the chakra control book I got, I decided to come out and start my training. Father, since Hanabi is near of age to start physical training, will only train me on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday after the academy, he expects me to do personal training or education in my free time, hence why I am currently looking for some thumb sized stones for an intermediate chakra control exercise. For me to have a chance of activating the Byakugan no Shiroi Me, I need to have a high level of chakra control and a balance of my yin and yang. So, after the academy, on the days that I am not training with my father, I will practice chakra control, chakra building, and meditation.

First on the list is the stone-sticking exercise, where, just like the leaf-sticking exercise, you have to stick small stones to your body. The more stones, the harder it gets, and if you move around while doing it, it's even harder. After I'm done with chakra training, I will then move to perfect my new form of the gentle fist that I call the 'feline flow'. With the feline flow, I mainly rely on my seemingly natural flexibility to dodge and evade attacks, all while setting up for a counterattack. It does have an element of speed and swiftness to it which is also something I'm now working on in my spare time by doing sprints across our training ground.

After finding a few stones I am now sitting below a small willow tree on the far end of the Hyuuga training ground, I am in a meditating position with small stones that I manage to find stuck to my forehead and shoulders, I can not yet do my entire arms or legs. Sitting with a sense of peace with my eyes closed and back pressed up against the tree, I breathe quietly and slowly while also feeling for my chakra. Reaching deep inside, I start to feel a somewhat hot tingling feeling around my midsection. I then focus on that feeling and move it towards my forehead and shoulders to keep the rocks in place. Slowly but surely I sat patiently until I started feeling the tingling feeling die down until a slight warm buzz, indicating my depleting chakra levels. As this is happening, the stones on my shoulders and forehead fall off, but I do not lose concentration in my meditation as I let my body recover its chakra. As I am in my meditation, I start to see myself in an empty dark room with few books and scrolls on shelves like the library back in the compound. I look around despite my eyes in the real world being closed to see that I am in what I was told is some kind of mindscape by the meditation section of the Charka Control book I read. It said a mindscape was the reflection of your personality and mind state.

I decided to get up and walk around for a little, looking over some of the titles of the books. 'Hinata Age 6', Hinata Age 4: Kidnapping', 'Hinata Age 6:Dear Dirary'. I looked over some of the titles with slight sadness, remembering my first day of training with fath-, that man. I continued looking until I saw what looked like a freshly printed book named, 'Hinata Age 7: Victim of the Beast'. I decided not to open the book, assuming that it must be memories of what, he, did to me yesterday. I scowled slightly and looked away, seeing an empty spot on the floor, I decided to sit back down to meditate in my mindscape. Feeling slightly weird at the fact that I am meditating while meditating, I once again closed my eyes to focus on everything that has happened to me over the years.

From being kidnapped by Kumo to being bullied and berated by those boys, to the endless evil words coming from my supposed father cutting me worse than a kunai, to meeting Naruto, to Hanabi entering my life, back to my Mother dying, to me seeing Hanabi covered in blood, to me finding a new dream to fight for, my father ripping my last connection to mother and my mental downward spiral after that would've led to my suicide, and to me finding that scroll and possibly being able to awaken something powerful. I reach even deeper to analyze my feelings, thoughts, and emotions on all of these events to try to get a better understanding of my spirit. After some time I concluded, that while I despise what my father has done and said to me, I cannot find it within me to get back at him for it. I do not believe I can find it within me at the moment to forgive him, but I do not see myself holding a grudge, would that not be the same thing that he does to me?

I'm not sure what I have done to him, but he hates me for some reason that is out of my control, probably pressured by the clan elders and his father to produce a strong main branch member since Brother Neji may become one of the strongest members of the clan. They probably feel that the side branch is becoming too strong and the clan needs someone from the main house to maintain order. That someone was supposed to be me, a failure, someone who couldn't even improve much with the standard gentle fist-fighting style. Someone weak and timid and studded. How can someone like me be strong enough to maintain order? Well, that's a good question. When it comes to my new dream to unite my clan and the scroll I found earlier, power may soon come, power that I could use at a when. The power that will be mine and I would no longer be considered a weakling. So much power, that I could perhaps take out every member of my clan one by one until I am the last one standing. At least if they are to revolt and not go along with my goals. After further thought, I realize that I do not hate my clan, but only the ways that exist right now, and that I will do anything possible to end this slavery.

After coming to that conclusion, I felt a very hot, tingling sensation rise inside of my body jerking me from my mindscape back into the real world. As I opened my eyes seeing that the sun was starting to set, the hot feeling of my chakra continued to burn as it started to move to my face and then my eyes. As this happened, I had to close my eyes and hold in a scream as my eyes felt as if they were being stabbed. As soon as the pain came, it also left as I sat panting with my hands covering my eyes as I lay with my back against the tree.

End of Chapter

A/N: She finally awakened the Byakugan no Shiroi Me. Time to rejoice! I do not know what more to say other than a warning in advance. In the coming future I may not be able to update this story every Thursday, however I may be able to do every other Thursday and with that, I will try to have two chapters uploaded instead of one. Thanks for the feedback, Katomi signing off

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*A/N: You know the drill, Kishimoto belongs to Naruto, or Naruto belongs to Kishimoto, or something like that, anyway, don't sue me, dattebane!*

Chapter 5: Revenge of the Fallen

Hyuuga Compound: Hyuuga Gardens

A young, dark brown-haired, pale-eyed girl was lying panting on the ground after running around the gardens of the Hyuuga compound, basking in the little freedom she currently has, as Tuuka, her main caretaker, was still busy like the rest of the clan in sorting out everything that has happened today with someone breaking into the compound. Hanabi, seeing the sun starting to set, promptly raises and then stands to dust herself off to look like she never went out. Hanabi then started to walk back towards the back doors to enter the main house when she heard a scream.

Hanabi then ran to the closest rose bush at the edge of the gardens on the side of the house. In confusion and concern, she peeked through the branches of the brush, careful to not get poked by the rose thorns as she gasped in fright at seeing her father, ruthlessly attacking her sister. She stares as she sees Hiashi burn papers that seemed important to her sister, due to said sister begging for them not to be burned. She continued watching in horror as her father picked up Hinata who seemed to whisper something to her, though Hanabi was too far away to hear. She also watched in despair as she saw the person she cared about the most, fall to the ground and silently wail in pain.

Hanabi stared in shock at what happened as tears also started to flow down her face as she covered her mouth with her hands. "Sister…..what happened? Why did father do that? Why did he hurt you like that?" Said Hanabi in her thoughts. After some time passes, Hanabi, who is silently shedding tears for her sister, manages to muster up some courage to comfort Hinata. However, right when she was about to move to Hinata, said person started to stand up shakenly. At this, Hanabi froze to see what would happen next when she heard Hinata utter those words quietly, but slightly louder than when Hiashi spoke to her. "I…hate…him…". Hearing this, Hanabi couldn't stop herself from gasping as she watched her sister from the bushes make her way back into the compound. After this, Hanabi sat in silence, contemplating everything that had just happened as she stared at the now burnt pile of ash on the ground. She sighs in sadness as she finally leaves the bushes that she was in and makes her way back into the compound, determined to find out what happened.

Hyuuga Compound: Hinata's POV

Once again, entering my room, I couldn't help but feel unsettled. After being in this room for years, I now felt as if I no longer belonged there. Like I was out of place, or the room itself was out of place. I looked around after closing my door and just stood there. I looked around and my vision finally landed on the stack of books I bought not too long ago. I then forced myself to look at my now useless notebook, just sitting there, already tainted by the hands of that man. Already stripped of what mattered to me. Already only worthy of just being nothing but an ordinary diary, with the thoughts of a tormented girl with a demon as a father. After staring at my notebook, I cast my glance to the floor, still looking at nothing in particular. I then press my back to my closed room door and then side down until I am sitting on the floor while wrapping my arms around my knees. I can no longer feel much pain since I cried it all out just five minutes ago. No, a better word to describe me now is no longer scared, not necessarily sad, maybe exhausted, or numb. Numb is a good word to describe me at this point, numb, but with an undertone of uselessness.

I spent the last years of my young life being tormented by the shinigami who didn't want my soul but would gladly feast on my spirit. Yeah, at this point hopelessness is all I can afford to feel in this place. Most of my clan thinks I am weak, the village outside of a few doesn't know or care about my existence, my mother, who I miss so, so much has been gone for a few years, my so-called father hates me and my brother Neji hates me. Hanabi will soon start training under my father and will probably be treated like I have, that man will probably make her hate me just because he can. I've thought many times about running away, escaping from this pain, but I know that I am only a kid, a weak one at that, and the more powerful ninja in this village will just capture me as soon as I make it out of the village. I let out a sigh as I let my head softly bang against my door as I looked up at my ceiling with vacant eyes.

"When will this pain end, when will this all just fade into nothing, why can't I just be in some endless dream? I…..I don't know if I can take this anymore. This hurts so much, so, so much." I said in a tone equal to the blank look on my face. "Can I even obtain the new Byakugan, Am I in too much darkness already?" After a few moments, I brought up my hand to touch and wipe off any remaining dirt on my face. I looked at my hand with no emotion as I spotted a few remnants on my fingers. I then manage to get the motivation to stand and then walk to my private bathroom. After coming into my bathroom, I turned, placed my hands on my sink, and stared into the mirror. As I stare, a memory flashes through my head. The same memory from when I said that I would change the ways of our clan, even if I may have to die. As the memory came to me, I stood still while staring into the mirror back at myself with those distant lavender eyes. I stood pondering, wondering if it was worth it, wondering if I was gone, would they care? Would they grieve for me? Would they shed as many tears out of sadness as I shed out of pain from their treatment of me? Probably not.

I thought longer about my situation, thinking about Hanabi, what would happen to her? Would she get over my death at some point? I'm sure she will. I think further about the fact that I would once again see Mother, although probably not the way she wished. I further pondered using the basic academy ninja kit that was issued to us on the first day so we could start learning about some of the equipment ninjas needed. The kit had a small, but long string of ninja wire strong enough to cut through a plank of wood, a blunt kunai, some paper to model explosive tags, and some basic first aid. For my idea, only one of those tools would be useful. After some time, I looked at my closed curtains, thinking about the Hokage monument and how high it was, towering over our village with pride.

At that moment, another flashback came to me, one where I saw my sister covered in blood with the kunai at my feet. At this, realization comes to me in less than a second as I drop to my knees, still gripping the top of my sink as I start breathing rapidly. Did I just think like that? About doing that? How would that change my clan's ways? Most would probably forget me and I would be nothing but a memory. All that I said about my ninja way, my dream, would be for nothing. Hanabi would be hurt, I will not hurt her, I cannot hurt her. Not after what I saw in my nightmare. My final light being taken from me, by me. "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me? WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?! IT'S MY FAULT! IT'S……it's cold, I'm so cold. It's getting dark……I'm so tired." I frantically yelled and mumbled out of panic.

I continue breathing fast and hard, dark spots starting to form in the corners of my eyes as I start feeling light-headed, "Maybe…..I should…..sleep." I said until something touched my shoulders. At the unexpected touch, I let out a startled yell, then turned to my left to see Hanabi, looking at me with concern. "Sister, what is wrong?" She asked. Without much warning, I grabbed her tightly, arms wrapped around her slightly smaller frame in a bear hug. "ACK, S-s-sister, I-I I-I can't b-b-b-breathe!" Hanabi struggled to say. I realize the current situation and pull back apologetically, and I then try to calm down my breathing with a hand on my chest. "S-s-sorry I-I it………it's about father," I said as I started to feel slightly calmer.

Hanabi looks at me in puzzlement then asks, "That paper that he had, was it yours?" At that question, I stiffened slightly and then looked downward in sadness. "You saw everything…did you?" I asked Hanabi. She nodded, "I was coming back from the garden and then I saw Father hitting you." I nod in agreement, "I cannot tell you yet, but it is important," I said. "Why?" She asked. I sighed, not wanting to tell her something so important when she was so young, "You're too young, but I promise to tell you later." I said with a forced smile. Hanabi pouted, then glared, "Do you promise?" "I do, but later, I promise to tell you about everything with Father and me." Hanabi sighed as I asked, "And shouldn't you be in your room before Miss Tuuka comes back?" Hearing this, Hanabi blushes in embarrassment, then gives me a tight hug around my neck, nearly making me faint from lack of oxygen as I miss the evil grin on Hanabi's face, she then runs off to her room, shouting something about playtime later as I chuckle, now in a slightly better mood than before.

I sigh realizing where my previous thoughts were going to learning that I would not be able to make the change that is needed if I was dead by my own hands. Our clan's tradition of slavery would continue as if I never existed. I then got up and glanced around my empty room, my eyes then once again, landed on the books that I brought in here earlier. Remembering the power that I can achieve, a reignited sense of determination comes back as I make my way back into my bathroom for a much-needed shower.

Hyuuga Training Ground: A Day Later, Hinata's POV

After reading a couple of chapters of the chakra control book I got, I decided to come out and start my training. Father, since Hanabi is near of age to start physical training, will only train me on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday after the academy, he expects me to do personal training or education in my free time, hence why I am currently looking for some thumb sized stones for an intermediate chakra control exercise. For me to have a chance of activating the Byakugan no Shiroi Me, I need to have a high level of chakra control and a balance of my yin and yang. So, after the academy, on the days that I am not training with my father, I will practice chakra control, chakra building, and meditation.

First on the list is the stone-sticking exercise, where, just like the leaf-sticking exercise, you have to stick small stones to your body. The more stones, the harder it gets, and if you move around while doing it, it's even harder. After I'm done with chakra training, I will then move to perfect my new form of the gentle fist that I call the 'feline flow'. With the feline flow, I mainly rely on my seemingly natural flexibility to dodge and evade attacks, all while setting up for a counterattack. It does have an element of speed and swiftness to it which is also something I'm now working on in my spare time by doing sprints across our training ground.

After finding a few stones I am now sitting below a small willow tree on the far end of the Hyuuga training ground, I am in a meditating position with small stones that I manage to find stuck to my forehead and shoulders, I can not yet do my entire arms or legs. Sitting with a sense of peace with my eyes closed and back pressed up against the tree, I breathe quietly and slowly while also feeling for my chakra. Reaching deep inside, I start to feel a somewhat hot tingling feeling around my midsection. I then focus on that feeling and move it towards my forehead and shoulders to keep the rocks in place. Slowly but surely I sat patiently until I started feeling the tingling feeling die down until a slight warm buzz, indicating my depleting chakra levels. As this is happening, the stones on my shoulders and forehead fall off, but I do not lose concentration in my meditation as I let my body recover its chakra. As I am in my meditation, I start to see myself in an empty dark room with few books and scrolls on shelves like the library back in the compound. I look around despite my eyes in the real world being closed to see that I am in what I was told is some kind of mindscape by the meditation section of the Charka Control book I read. It said a mindscape was the reflection of your personality and mind state.

I decided to get up and walk around for a little, looking over some of the titles of the books. 'Hinata Age 6', Hinata Age 4: Kidnapping', 'Hinata Age 6:Dear Dirary'. I looked over some of the titles with slight sadness, remembering my first day of training with fath-, that man. I continued looking until I saw what looked like a freshly printed book named, 'Hinata Age 7: Victim of the Beast'. I decided not to open the book, assuming that it must be memories of what, he, did to me yesterday. I scowled slightly and looked away, seeing an empty spot on the floor, I decided to sit back down to meditate in my mindscape. Feeling slightly weird at the fact that I am meditating while meditating, I once again closed my eyes to focus on everything that has happened to me over the years.

From being kidnapped by Kumo to being bullied and berated by those boys, to the endless evil words coming from my supposed father cutting me worse than a kunai, to meeting Naruto, to Hanabi entering my life, back to my Mother dying, to me seeing Hanabi covered in blood, to me finding a new dream to fight for, my father ripping my last connection to mother and my mental downward spiral after that would've led to my suicide, and to me finding that scroll and possibly being able to awaken something powerful. I reach even deeper to analyze my feelings, thoughts, and emotions on all of these events to try to get a better understanding of my spirit. After some time I concluded, that while I despise what my father has done and said to me, I cannot find it within me to get back at him for it. I do not believe I can find it within me at the moment to forgive him, but I do not see myself holding a grudge, would that not be the same thing that he does to me?

I'm not sure what I have done to him, but he hates me for some reason that is out of my control, probably pressured by the clan elders and his father to produce a strong main branch member since Brother Neji may become one of the strongest members of the clan. They probably feel that the side branch is becoming too strong and the clan needs someone from the main house to maintain order. That someone was supposed to be me, a failure, someone who couldn't even improve much with the standard gentle fist-fighting style. Someone weak and timid and studded. How can someone like me be strong enough to maintain order? Well, that's a good question. When it comes to my new dream to unite my clan and the scroll I found earlier, power may soon come, power that I could use at a when. The power that will be mine and I would no longer be considered a weakling. So much power, that I could perhaps take out every member of my clan one by one until I am the last one standing. At least if they are to revolt and not go along with my goals. After further thought, I realize that I do not hate my clan, but only the ways that exist right now, and that I will do anything possible to end this slavery.

After coming to that conclusion, I felt a very hot, tingling sensation rise inside of my body jerking me from my mindscape back into the real world. As I opened my eyes seeing that the sun was starting to set, the hot feeling of my chakra continued to burn as it started to move to my face and then my eyes. As this happened, I had to close my eyes and hold in a scream as my eyes felt as if they were being stabbed. As soon as the pain came, it also left as I sat panting with my hands covering my eyes as I lay with my back against the tree.

End of Chapter

A/N: She finally awakened the Byakugan no Shiroi Me. Time to rejoice! I do not know what more to say other than a warning in advance. In the coming future I may not be able to update this story every Thursday, however I may be able to do every other Thursday and with that, I will try to have two chapters uploaded instead of one. Thanks for the feedback, Katomi signing off

P.S.: You do not have permission to upload this fanfic or any of my other fanfiction work to YouTube or any other site without crediting me in the description of your video or posts. Doing so without crediting me may result in consequences. In short, do not upload another person's work for profit or not-for-profit without crediting them or getting their permission.

*A/N: You know the drill, Kishimoto belongs to Naruto, or Naruto belongs to Kishimoto, or something like that, anyway, don't sue me, dattebane!*

Chapter 5: Revenge of the Fallen

Hyuuga Compound: Hyuuga Gardens

A young, dark brown-haired, pale-eyed girl was lying panting on the ground after running around the gardens of the Hyuuga compound, basking in the little freedom she currently has, as Tuuka, her main caretaker, was still busy like the rest of the clan in sorting out everything that has happened today with someone breaking into the compound. Hanabi, seeing the sun starting to set, promptly raises and then stands to dust herself off to look like she never went out. Hanabi then started to walk back towards the back doors to enter the main house when she heard a scream.

Hanabi then ran to the closest rose bush at the edge of the gardens on the side of the house. In confusion and concern, she peeked through the branches of the brush, careful to not get poked by the rose thorns as she gasped in fright at seeing her father, ruthlessly attacking her sister. She stares as she sees Hiashi burn papers that seemed important to her sister, due to said sister begging for them not to be burned. She continued watching in horror as her father picked up Hinata who seemed to whisper something to her, though Hanabi was too far away to hear. She also watched in despair as she saw the person she cared about the most, fall to the ground and silently wail in pain.

Hanabi stared in shock at what happened as tears also started to flow down her face as she covered her mouth with her hands. "Sister…..what happened? Why did father do that? Why did he hurt you like that?" Said Hanabi in her thoughts. After some time passes, Hanabi, who is silently shedding tears for her sister, manages to muster up some courage to comfort Hinata. However, right when she was about to move to Hinata, said person started to stand up shakenly. At this, Hanabi froze to see what would happen next when she heard Hinata utter those words quietly, but slightly louder than when Hiashi spoke to her. "I…hate…him…". Hearing this, Hanabi couldn't stop herself from gasping as she watched her sister from the bushes make her way back into the compound. After this, Hanabi sat in silence, contemplating everything that had just happened as she stared at the now burnt pile of ash on the ground. She sighs in sadness as she finally leaves the bushes that she was in and makes her way back into the compound, determined to find out what happened.

Hyuuga Compound: Hinata's POV

Once again, entering my room, I couldn't help but feel unsettled. After being in this room for years, I now felt as if I no longer belonged there. Like I was out of place, or the room itself was out of place. I looked around after closing my door and just stood there. I looked around and my vision finally landed on the stack of books I bought not too long ago. I then forced myself to look at my now useless notebook, just sitting there, already tainted by the hands of that man. Already stripped of what mattered to me. Already only worthy of just being nothing but an ordinary diary, with the thoughts of a tormented girl with a demon as a father. After staring at my notebook, I cast my glance to the floor, still looking at nothing in particular. I then press my back to my closed room door and then side down until I am sitting on the floor while wrapping my arms around my knees. I can no longer feel much pain since I cried it all out just five minutes ago. No, a better word to describe me now is no longer scared, not necessarily sad, maybe exhausted, or numb. Numb is a good word to describe me at this point, numb, but with an undertone of uselessness.

I spent the last years of my young life being tormented by the shinigami who didn't want my soul but would gladly feast on my spirit. Yeah, at this point hopelessness is all I can afford to feel in this place. Most of my clan thinks I am weak, the village outside of a few doesn't know or care about my existence, my mother, who I miss so, so much has been gone for a few years, my so-called father hates me and my brother Neji hates me. Hanabi will soon start training under my father and will probably be treated like I have, that man will probably make her hate me just because he can. I've thought many times about running away, escaping from this pain, but I know that I am only a kid, a weak one at that, and the more powerful ninja in this village will just capture me as soon as I make it out of the village. I let out a sigh as I let my head softly bang against my door as I looked up at my ceiling with vacant eyes.

"When will this pain end, when will this all just fade into nothing, why can't I just be in some endless dream? I…..I don't know if I can take this anymore. This hurts so much, so, so much." I said in a tone equal to the blank look on my face. "Can I even obtain the new Byakugan, Am I in too much darkness already?" After a few moments, I brought up my hand to touch and wipe off any remaining dirt on my face. I looked at my hand with no emotion as I spotted a few remnants on my fingers. I then manage to get the motivation to stand and then walk to my private bathroom. After coming into my bathroom, I turned, placed my hands on my sink, and stared into the mirror. As I stare, a memory flashes through my head. The same memory from when I said that I would change the ways of our clan, even if I may have to die. As the memory came to me, I stood still while staring into the mirror back at myself with those distant lavender eyes. I stood pondering, wondering if it was worth it, wondering if I was gone, would they care? Would they grieve for me? Would they shed as many tears out of sadness as I shed out of pain from their treatment of me? Probably not.

I thought longer about my situation, thinking about Hanabi, what would happen to her? Would she get over my death at some point? I'm sure she will. I think further about the fact that I would once again see Mother, although probably not the way she wished. I further pondered using the basic academy ninja kit that was issued to us on the first day so we could start learning about some of the equipment ninjas needed. The kit had a small, but long string of ninja wire strong enough to cut through a plank of wood, a blunt kunai, some paper to model explosive tags, and some basic first aid. For my idea, only one of those tools would be useful. After some time, I looked at my closed curtains, thinking about the Hokage monument and how high it was, towering over our village with pride.

At that moment, another flashback came to me, one where I saw my sister covered in blood with the kunai at my feet. At this, realization comes to me in less than a second as I drop to my knees, still gripping the top of my sink as I start breathing rapidly. Did I just think like that? About doing that? How would that change my clan's ways? Most would probably forget me and I would be nothing but a memory. All that I said about my ninja way, my dream, would be for nothing. Hanabi would be hurt, I will not hurt her, I cannot hurt her. Not after what I saw in my nightmare. My final light being taken from me, by me. "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me? WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?! IT'S MY FAULT! IT'S……it's cold, I'm so cold. It's getting dark……I'm so tired." I frantically yelled and mumbled out of panic.

I continue breathing fast and hard, dark spots starting to form in the corners of my eyes as I start feeling light-headed, "Maybe…..I should…..sleep." I said until something touched my shoulders. At the unexpected touch, I let out a startled yell, then turned to my left to see Hanabi, looking at me with concern. "Sister, what is wrong?" She asked. Without much warning, I grabbed her tightly, arms wrapped around her slightly smaller frame in a bear hug. "ACK, S-s-sister, I-I I-I can't b-b-b-breathe!" Hanabi struggled to say. I realize the current situation and pull back apologetically, and I then try to calm down my breathing with a hand on my chest. "S-s-sorry I-I it………it's about father," I said as I started to feel slightly calmer.

Hanabi looks at me in puzzlement then asks, "That paper that he had, was it yours?" At that question, I stiffened slightly and then looked downward in sadness. "You saw everything…did you?" I asked Hanabi. She nodded, "I was coming back from the garden and then I saw Father hitting you." I nod in agreement, "I cannot tell you yet, but it is important," I said. "Why?" She asked. I sighed, not wanting to tell her something so important when she was so young, "You're too young, but I promise to tell you later." I said with a forced smile. Hanabi pouted, then glared, "Do you promise?" "I do, but later, I promise to tell you about everything with Father and me." Hanabi sighed as I asked, "And shouldn't you be in your room before Miss Tuuka comes back?" Hearing this, Hanabi blushes in embarrassment, then gives me a tight hug around my neck, nearly making me faint from lack of oxygen as I miss the evil grin on Hanabi's face, she then runs off to her room, shouting something about playtime later as I chuckle, now in a slightly better mood than before.

I sigh realizing where my previous thoughts were going to learning that I would not be able to make the change that is needed if I was dead by my own hands. Our clan's tradition of slavery would continue as if I never existed. I then got up and glanced around my empty room, my eyes then once again, landed on the books that I brought in here earlier. Remembering the power that I can achieve, a reignited sense of determination comes back as I make my way back into my bathroom for a much-needed shower.

Hyuuga Training Ground: A Day Later, Hinata's POV

After reading a couple of chapters of the chakra control book I got, I decided to come out and start my training. Father, since Hanabi is near of age to start physical training, will only train me on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday after the academy, he expects me to do personal training or education in my free time, hence why I am currently looking for some thumb sized stones for an intermediate chakra control exercise. For me to have a chance of activating the Byakugan no Shiroi Me, I need to have a high level of chakra control and a balance of my yin and yang. So, after the academy, on the days that I am not training with my father, I will practice chakra control, chakra building, and meditation.

First on the list is the stone-sticking exercise, where, just like the leaf-sticking exercise, you have to stick small stones to your body. The more stones, the harder it gets, and if you move around while doing it, it's even harder. After I'm done with chakra training, I will then move to perfect my new form of the gentle fist that I call the 'feline flow'. With the feline flow, I mainly rely on my seemingly natural flexibility to dodge and evade attacks, all while setting up for a counterattack. It does have an element of speed and swiftness to it which is also something I'm now working on in my spare time by doing sprints across our training ground.

After finding a few stones I am now sitting below a small willow tree on the far end of the Hyuuga training ground, I am in a meditating position with small stones that I manage to find stuck to my forehead and shoulders, I can not yet do my entire arms or legs. Sitting with a sense of peace with my eyes closed and back pressed up against the tree, I breathe quietly and slowly while also feeling for my chakra. Reaching deep inside, I start to feel a somewhat hot tingling feeling around my midsection. I then focus on that feeling and move it towards my forehead and shoulders to keep the rocks in place. Slowly but surely I sat patiently until I started feeling the tingling feeling die down until a slight warm buzz, indicating my depleting chakra levels. As this is happening, the stones on my shoulders and forehead fall off, but I do not lose concentration in my meditation as I let my body recover its chakra. As I am in my meditation, I start to see myself in an empty dark room with few books and scrolls on shelves like the library back in the compound. I look around despite my eyes in the real world being closed to see that I am in what I was told is some kind of mindscape by the meditation section of the Charka Control book I read. It said a mindscape was the reflection of your personality and mind state.

I decided to get up and walk around for a little, looking over some of the titles of the books. 'Hinata Age 6', Hinata Age 4: Kidnapping', 'Hinata Age 6:Dear Dirary'. I looked over some of the titles with slight sadness, remembering my first day of training with fath-, that man. I continued looking until I saw what looked like a freshly printed book named, 'Hinata Age 7: Victim of the Beast'. I decided not to open the book, assuming that it must be memories of what, he, did to me yesterday. I scowled slightly and looked away, seeing an empty spot on the floor, I decided to sit back down to meditate in my mindscape. Feeling slightly weird at the fact that I am meditating while meditating, I once again closed my eyes to focus on everything that has happened to me over the years.

From being kidnapped by Kumo to being bullied and berated by those boys, to the endless evil words coming from my supposed father cutting me worse than a kunai, to meeting Naruto, to Hanabi entering my life, back to my Mother dying, to me seeing Hanabi covered in blood, to me finding a new dream to fight for, my father ripping my last connection to mother and my mental downward spiral after that would've led to my suicide, and to me finding that scroll and possibly being able to awaken something powerful. I reach even deeper to analyze my feelings, thoughts, and emotions on all of these events to try to get a better understanding of my spirit. After some time I concluded, that while I despise what my father has done and said to me, I cannot find it within me to get back at him for it. I do not believe I can find it within me at the moment to forgive him, but I do not see myself holding a grudge, would that not be the same thing that he does to me?

I'm not sure what I have done to him, but he hates me for some reason that is out of my control, probably pressured by the clan elders and his father to produce a strong main branch member since Brother Neji may become one of the strongest members of the clan. They probably feel that the side branch is becoming too strong and the clan needs someone from the main house to maintain order. That someone was supposed to be me, a failure, someone who couldn't even improve much with the standard gentle fist-fighting style. Someone weak and timid and studded. How can someone like me be strong enough to maintain order? Well, that's a good question. When it comes to my new dream to unite my clan and the scroll I found earlier, power may soon come, power that I could use at a when. The power that will be mine and I would no longer be considered a weakling. So much power, that I could perhaps take out every member of my clan one by one until I am the last one standing. At least if they are to revolt and not go along with my goals. After further thought, I realize that I do not hate my clan, but only the ways that exist right now, and that I will do anything possible to end this slavery.

After coming to that conclusion, I felt a very hot, tingling sensation rise inside of my body jerking me from my mindscape back into the real world. As I opened my eyes seeing that the sun was starting to set, the hot feeling of my chakra continued to burn as it started to move to my face and then my eyes. As this happened, I had to close my eyes and hold in a scream as my eyes felt as if they were being stabbed. As soon as the pain came, it also left as I sat panting with my hands covering my eyes as I lay with my back against the tree.

End of Chapter

A/N: She finally awakened the Byakugan no Shiroi Me. Time to rejoice! I do not know what more to say other than a warning in advance. In the coming future I may not be able to update this story every Thursday, however I may be able to do every other Thursday and with that, I will try to have two chapters uploaded instead of one. Thanks for the feedback, Katomi signing off

P.S.: You do not have permission to upload this fanfic or any of my other fanfiction work to YouTube or any other site without crediting me in the description of your video or posts. Doing so without crediting me may result in consequences. In short, do not upload another person's work for profit or not-for-profit without crediting them or getting their permission.

A/N: She finally awakened the Byakugan no Shiroi Me. Time to rejoice! I do not know what more to say other than a warning in advance. In the coming future I may not be able to update this story every Thursday, however I may be able to do every other Thursday and with that, I will try to have two chapters uploaded instead of one. Thanks for the feedback, Katomi signing off

P.S.: You do not have permission to upload this fanfic or any of my other fanfiction work to YouTube or any other site without crediting me in the description of your video or posts. Doing so without crediting me may result in consequences. In short, do not upload another person's work for profit or not-for-profit without crediting them or getting their permission.