A/N: As I was walking home, this story just kind of hit me.

It had only taken one word to set me off.

For so long, I had been 'sweet, innocent, Hinata'.

Well no more!

Despite doing an B-ranked mission, not sleeping for 3 days, and getting the crap almost beat out of me protecting my brat of a sister, father had said it again.

"You weak, worthless, GIRL! Why can't you fight!"

And I had felt it build up.

The sadness.

The loneliness.

But mostly...

The anger...

I hated EVERYTHING!

Naruto for ignoring me..

Hanabi for being a sploit BRAT!...

Neji for calling me weak...

But mostly...

FATHER!

As soon as he left my room, I slammed the door to his back and began to pace.

"WORTHLESS...that MAN!...I can't take it anymore!..."

And I decided to do the only thing i could think of.

Rebel.

Screaming in fury, I raced around my room destroying almost all of the furniture (and possibly burning the ceiling with chakra), leaving broken pieces of wood and glass littered all over.

Soon my room was a complete reck.

But did I care?

FUCK NO!

Now that my 'Princess Pad' was destroyed, the only other thing missing...

Was getting rid of everyone's 'Innocent, WEAK , Princess'.

Grabbing scissors from the pile of wood (formerly known as my desk), I began cutting off my hair angrily, discarding locks on the floor.

After I had basically butchered my hair, I decided I wasn't done yet.

Not even close.

Brushing away the debris (again) I found some money I had saved, and I knew EXACTLY what i was going to do with it...

Shop.

3 hours, lots of hiding in shadowy corners, and almost all of my savings later I finally deduced that I was ready to kisk some major ass.

A smirk that riveled the Uchia on my face, I gazed with a sick satisfaction at my new look.

My once long dark blue hair had been cut up to my chin unevenly, and even though i haven't died it-almost seemed black (maybe it was my mood?). I had put consealer on my face, making the thick, smokey black eyeliner on my eyes pop. Then I had foresaken my old frumpy sweater, and khakis for a black mini skirt that barely covered my ass, a black shirt that ended mid-rib and had fish net extending to cover the rest of my stomach, black fingerless gloves, black, knee-high combat boots, and my ever present headband around my neck.

I almost screamed in glee when I saw myself.

I looked hard core.

And not one fucking person was EVER going to get in my way again.