I've been falling more in love with the Akatsuki, so I thought it would be fascinating to add a dose of Hinata to it. In this Hinata is 15, Sasori, Deidara, Hidan, Kakuzu and Orochimaru (who left the Akatsuki) are still alive. Sasori is appears in this fic as his own puppet, not represented by Hiruko. That's really all there is to it. Enjoy!

Standard disclaimer applies.

Death didn't scare her anymore.

Death was almost a cure, something quick, easy, painless.

Who cares if she dies, anyways? Nobody would give a damn if she died.

It was raining heavy drops of darkness. She caught the raindrops in her mouth, swallowing them down fearlessly.

She was sure as hell not afraid of anything now. She welcomed darkness; it would be her pain-reliever. Darkness was predictable. In it it never hurt to think.

She had been in the dark for only three hours and already it was numbing her. Dressed in nothing but a white nightgown, she looked like an angel, glowing in the haze.

Who the hell cared, anyways…if she were to die. She didn't have friends or family. Instead, she had a broken life, a weak will, a bullying father, a silent home, and worst of all, hope.

It was fucking hope that brought her down. Her hope, oh yes, her hope, that brought her down to the dumps. The hope that nearly killed her against Hyuuga prodigy Neji during the Chuunin exams. The hope that made her go on life-support. The hope that made her break her heart.

It was hope that made her keep on going when she saw Naruto, her idol, kissing Haruno Sakura and declaring his undying and intense love for her. It was hope that made her watch on as Sakura kissed him back. It was hope that kept her so optimistic. It was hope that brought her down when she heard her father was planning to assassinate her to make Hanabi heir.

Hope that made her come down here. Hope that pushed her to the edge. Hope that would leave her to her death.

Damn hope.

She couldn't stand being so strong anymore. Besides, there was nobody to care whether she was strong or not.

Nobody knew this side of her. She was selfish. She was shallow. She was pitiful. Pathetic. Weak. And she hid it all.

She couldn't stand her lif anymore. Besides, nobody was there to stop her from this. She felt Neji stir slightly as she silently crept past his room down, and knew that he didn't care enough to follow her. And there was her father, Hyuuga Hiashi, who wanted her dead.

She was lightening the Hyuuga family load after all. One less person to kill.

She stumbled against the heavy rain, her nightgown plastered onto his skin. The heavy rumble of thunder shook under her, and lightning followed simultaneously.

Her eyes shut instinctively as lightning flashed. In just a few, pointless moments, they would stay closed forever.

She stopped by the Hyuuga lake, part of the gardens of the Hyuuga mansion, close to over flooding, due to the rain. It seemed so large, so deep, so impenetrable.

She closed her eyes, and her lips seemed to move almost in prayer. The thunder rumbled against, almost mutely.

Something like peace seemed to striker her as lightning flashed again, illuminating the whole sky for a singe moment, before she gave a short laugh and raised her hands to the sky and dropped of into the dark lake below.

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