Hi, let's get this story rolling yes?

First up … I've taken some liberties with this fic as my Naruto knowledge aren't at the amazing level they should be. Basically I made Tsunade Hokage already even though I'm nearly 100% sure she isn't Hokage yet. Also with the ages I'm only putting um Hinata and Kakashi's as they the only characters that really matter. Ask me for any specific ages only if you really, really, really want to.

Hinata – 13

Kakashi – 20

Zahra007 this is dedicated to you! You fantastic person you, people like you are the reason why people like me love to write ^^

Here's the chapter I've been promising you XD

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The council of Hyuuga sat in the meeting hall discussing the newest gossip like every other person in Konoha. The news of the prodigal Hyuuga nearly killing his closest of kin was a hot topic. Within hours of the actual event taking place every resident of Konoha knew and absolutely every resident had an opinion.

Some were less favorable than others.

Rumors of incest and clan secrets were bubbling and the rate at which the gossip had reached the all seeing eyes of the Hyuuga proved that the Hyuuga not only had all seeing eyes but a vast spy network that was as complex as it was hidden.

Their informant had come straight from the exams and had explained everything in detail leaving nothing out. The Hyuuga council of elders had taken time for the information to sink in before deliberating. The council of Hyuuga sat stiff backed as they discussed the fate of one they barely even considered worthy of the name Hyuuga.

"A kunoichi with no voice?" The air bristled as steely white eyes regarded each other stiffly.

"Yes, yes a most precarious thing…"

"…-and what of the branch house boy? How is he to be punished for impairing a main house member?"

"…-but she is no longer the clan heir?"

"That means nothing. She was once the heir, he should know his place better than that."

"Indeed"

A shriveled old woman with hard eyes regarded the other members of the council with distaste. She herself knew that kunoichi's have always had it worse. An ex-kunoichi herself she knew the pains of being underestimated but she also knew its advantages. The men in the room thought her to be inconsequential there for they talked freely around her, or as freely as an emotionless Hyuuga could. Umeko did nothing to stifle her smirk as she watched the men in front of her do the Hyuuga equivalent of squabbling.

This new disability was proving itself to being very interesting, very interesting.

"Never underestimate your enemies…"

White eyes flickered precisely hiding their anger at being interrupted as they all focused on her.

"Umeko-san, you do not mean to say that you believe Hyuuga Hinata to be an enemy of the Hyuuga because she underestimated the branch member do you?"

The cold eyes of Hiashi glinted at the slight on his blood. Did this woman honestly think her position on the council held any meaning? She was only here to appease the Hokage. A well-rounded choice made by both males and females is what she insisted upon. Hiashi mentally scoffed, who ever heard of a woman making the decisions, other than the Hokage of course, she wasn't a woman she was a kunoichi first and foremost.

Something his daughter, Hinata never learned to be.

In the dark of his mind a little voice asked him if that was how he felt about Hanabi, his most prodigal daughter. His brow furrowed ever so slightly as his mind drifted. The only main branch choice for heir to the clan was one day going to be a woman. His reverie was broken as the strong and assured voice of the only female in the room rang true.

"Isn't a kunoichi with no voice more useful? If trained properly it could be an advantage. Imagine, along with a caged bird seal she would have no physical way of ever betraying her village's most secret information? Or more importantly her clan?"

Moments ticked as the Hyuuga contemplated it.

"Umeko-san?"

One council member leaned forward and tipped his head high, unnoticeable to any other than the Hyuuga but the action had the desired effect. He was showing his disgust at the woman before him.

"What is that you ask Hiraku-sama?"

Umeko spat out the suffix as if it were poison. She disdainfully lowered her eyes in the respectful way of acknowledging her superior.

"What about genjutsu? A shinobi of Hinata's caliber will never be able to…-"

Sensing a breakthrough the elderly woman continued with a renewed vigor never seen before in the old woman. She interrupted him halfway, her madness holding all precedent over her etiquette.

"A modified seal on that activated at treasonous thoughts, whether that be to Konoha or the clan."

The words produced a hush in the room rarely ever seen the Hyuuga clan. The woman's words were assured and the dangerously tempting charisma of a person who completely believed what they were saying. Like the words of crazed fanatic or radical, they held the power to hypnotize and hypnotize they did.

Her eyes were shining with a twisted, sadistic light.

Through her skewed perspective and persuasive words this terrible accident became like a blessing.

"She is weak, that makes her controllable and now with her new impediment she will be questioning her use as a shinobi. This is where we come in, the honorable Hyuuga will reach out a hand to an injured comrade and accept them into our house" Umeko had raised out of her chair slightly and the sadistic glint in her eyes held the men in the room captive. "We will redeem our selves in the eyes of Konoha and the Hokage by accepting the failure that we so harshly extradited. All the while gaining the perfect doll to which we can mold to our liking"

The unspoken words hung heavily in the stunned silence. This could be the final stepping stone for the Hyuuga to finally surpass the Uchiha, their eternal rivals. To them, it was an amazing gift, a ninja that could not speak. In their eyes a horrific injury was spun out and stretched to become a gift, a shining beacon in the dark for the old fashioned Hyuuga. Slowly but surely the madness that had been reflected in the old woman's crazed eyes took over the people in the room. Till finally the all seeing eyes of the Hyuuga council were glazed with the madness of wanting more and more.

"She could never repeat anything we told her."

"Completely severed vocal chords she will never make a noise again"

"A silent, controllable weakened shinobi waiting for redemption?"

"Its probably better, she couldn't speak before the accident anywa-…"

"Enough"

The words that had previously been flowing rapidly through the room halted as the Hyuuga quieted under the command of their leader.

"It is decided" Hiashi's eyes locked on Umeko's "The Hyuuga will extend a hand to the previous heiress. She will be treated like a hime till fully recovered." At this a few members made to protest but were cut off by the harsh glare Hiashi shot them. "She will then be subjected to training to become our weapon. If she had not made ANBU within a year she will have her byakugan taken and placed in Hanabi" smugness appeared in Hiashi's eyes as he recalled how Hinata's byakugan had always been better than Hanabi's.

"If she is to become aware of our plans and will no longer have a part in it we will have to revert to threatening Hanabi with the same treatment she used to receive." His mouth twitched at memory of beating Hinata for her kindness.

"I trust that there are no questions."

The silence that answered him was a boost to his ego as he swept up, gracefully in flurry of expensive fabric. "Umeko-san"

"Hai Hiashi-sama?"

"You are to have you place on the council annulled for interrupting Hiraku-san"

Without another word the clan leader swept out the room indifferently as the old woman was left to deal with her humiliation.

The rest of the council rejoiced. Hinata Hyuuga would once again become their pawn. To use as they wished, no matter what.

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Back in Konoha hospital a troubled jounin sat without infamously reading his Icha-Icha books. The copy-nin looked tired and worn as he looked down at the cause of Konoha's hottest gossip. Kakashi rested his hand cautiously on the eyes of his newest student. Using his calloused thumb he traced the eyes of the young kunoichi who had experienced to much for a girl, no child of her age. The girl was barely 13, so young but already jaded with the cruelness of life.

She in many ways resembled his students but in many ways she was no where near the same. Shaking his head he scoffed at the person who told him that being a sensei was easy. If he was honest he'd rather be reading Icha-Icha on a life or death ANBU mission with a 98% of dying than being a sensei again.

Borrowing Nara, Shikamaru's favourite phrase, being a sensei was just too troublesome. With a sigh the jounin settled in a chair next to his charge, knowing full well that without a little push she would sleep into oblivion and he didn't blame her. Pinching the bridge of his nose he lifted his hand from her eyes, taking in the sight before him. Hyuuga Hinata lay sleeping but not asleep. His genjutsu kept her from doing that. Her mind was alert and working while her body rested.

This was to get her to come to terms with her injury. He knew all to well that coming to terms with loosing a sense is maddening. He only wished that he the luxury of being put into a coma when he lost his eye. Subconsciously he lifted a hand to fiddle with the headband that secures his sharingan from view. It was a painful reminder of his failure to save his friend.

Brushing the painful thoughts to the back of his mind, Kakashi activated his sharingan making the tomoe spin lazily before delving into the subconscious of the girl before him.

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A soft noise echoed in the broken space of her mind. The sound of a child sobbing was playing on repeat around her but she herself was no longer crying. She was merely existing, lying in the welcomed darkness trying in vain not to fall into the depression that threatened to consume her, body and soul. There was no present or past, no beginning and no end. There was just space and pain.

The pieces of her life that used to fit together lay shattered. Leaving a broken mess in the space that used to be her normalcy. She clung to the pain, the only reminder that she was indeed alive.

A stray thought brushed past and she grabbed at it frantically. There was something she should be remembering, something important. Looking thoughtfully at the words that were literally floating around her she wondered pitifully why she could see her thoughts. Without warning the stubborn thought broke through her muddled mind. Closing her eyes in pain, the startling reality that she was in a genjutsu was too much for her shattered conscious to accept and she pushed the information away as if it burned her. Settling back into the darkness, she contemplated letting go of the pain. Letting the darkness wash over temptingly, she could no longer tell if her eyes were open or closed. The thickness of the dark a comforting hug compared to the pain which held her to life. It was oh so tempting to let go…

A burning light erupted in front of her lids and she sat abruptly. Feeling vertigo smash like a train into her already pounding headache she quickly lay back down.

"Now, now Hinata…"

That voice was familiar to her but she couldn't place where. She didn't want to know where. The darkness was all that mattered. It was the only thing that could take away the pain.

"Be a good girl and stay alive yes?"

The voice without a face was pulling her forcefully into the pain. Strong hands gripped her shoulder as she was dragged into a sitting position. Pain flared like chakra around her neck but she couldn't for the life of her remember why.

"The darkness… put me back in the darkness"

"Hey there, I'm just trying to help you"

Her head snapped up, wanting to inspect this person who thought bringing her back to the pain was going to help her. A familiar figure stood in front of her, or at least she thought he did. Lifting her eyes she activated her kekkei genkai or was it always activated? The genjutsu was playing with her reality. The silver hair of the renowned copy-nin stood defying gravity even in her current state of surrealism. A hysterical giggle threatened to break her resolve as she remembered that first impressions with this man were everything. The giggle did indeed slip through as she remembered that the man in front of her quite frequently giggled like a schoolgirl.

"I don't believe I remember ever asking for help scarecrow"

Her attempt at being cold and harsh was thwarted as she broke out into hysterical laughter. A concerned hand was laid upon her shaking shoulder as she cried tears of pain while her laughter rose in pitch. The sound was anything but cheerful and it sent a chill down her bones to hear it. The pain of her situation bored down into her like nothing she had ever felt before. It was more painful that her father's beatings and colder than his sternest glare.

Her eyes met his and she noted absently that both his eyes were uncovered but his famous mask still stuck in place. Her laughter quieted a bit as she watched the spinning tomoe in his left eye. He lowered himself into a familiar crouch as her laid his forehead against the forehead of the broken girl. "I know you want this suffering to end and that is forgivable" His soothing words held little comfort as she realized the genjutsu was starting to fade.

"Then let me. Please oh kami… let me." Her voice cracked brokenly as her voice started to leave her. Starting to panic she twisted and tried screaming as she clawed at her throat only to find her hand being held back. Throwing a dirty glance up to Kakashi, she yelled at him with her eyes. 'Let me go' the words weren't spoken but he could hear them resonate in the air around him.

"I'm sorry." With those last words he broke the genjutsu around them.

For a split second Hinata was left to watch wide-eyed as the comforting, black void around her splintered and cracked as reality and awareness crept into her previously comatose consciousness. Hinata had never been more scared of waking up then she did at that moment. In the last second before waking up she threw her head back and screamed.

The blood-curdling noise, very much reminiscent of the scream heard not to long ago. The scream sounded exactly like the one she had made when she had first passed out in pain after the fight that changed her life forever.

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