Hinata couldn't sleep, for she was thinking about the mask in the cardboard box under her bed. She found it while she was cleaning her room, however it had not been there too long. There was no dust covering the box, unlike the rest of the things she kept under her bed. Part of her was afraid, as she didn't know who had put it there, but she soon became enamored with it.
It was a very strange mask. It completely covered the head, even the mouth, though the material was thinner there to allow breathing. It was red, except for thick black rings around the eyes holes that seem to be made of a strange white material that prevented people from seeing your eyes.
Oh, but the things that it said to her!
'You are strong Hinata. You need no one. You can make it on your own. You are the stongest kunoichi in the Hidden Leaf, as well as the world, and so pretty, too! You...' it would tell her how great she was for as long as she wished, and stop when she was wanted it to.
It told her things that she secretly longed to hear from others. It told her things that she'd needed to hear for so long. Who cares where it came from? It was hers now. That's all that matters. With this in mind, she fell into sleeps loving embrace.
The next night, when she took the mask from the box, it had something very different to say to her.
'Hinata? Don't you want revenge? Revenge on that blonde headed boy that makes you look like a fool? That boy never returns your affection. He probably laughs at your humiliation, doesn't he? He taunts you by pretending not to notice or understand. Wear me, and together we shall avenge you!'
"B-but I could never... Naruto..."
'You are more than a match for that fool, my lovely Hinata. You know what you want.'
She seemed to be in some sort of trance when she said,"Yes, and... and you'll help me?"
'Of course not. You don't need my help. I just want to be there when you crush that blonde buffoon.'
"Yes..." Hinata said in a dull listless voice. She got dressed and placed the mask reverantly over her head. It didn't quite fit, and the eye holes drooped down to her nose, but she could see well enough with her Byakugan. Besides, the mask tells her that she looks lovely in anything, and it wouldn't lie to her.
She sneaked out of the Hyuga Compound and made her way to Naruto's apartment. On a tree branch along her path, a man stood in a tree, wearing a trench coat and fedora in the fashion of an old detective story hero, protected from her kekkei genkai by the strange aura he only he possessed.
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