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It was four o'clock in the morning when the blue haired heiress slipped from her bedroom's balcony. The cool night air swept past her face as she quietly and stealthily bypassed her clan's night guards. It was a great feat that she had managed to do this. What, with their infamous kekkei genkai and all, one could not have fathomed how she could have snuck by their all-seeing eyes.
However, though shy, Hinata Hyuuga did have the capability of being a rather smart girl (although her father would have claimed otherwise due to her lack of finesse as a kunoichi), and had planned well in advance of how to make her escape.
She convinced one of the branch members to tell her of the guardly positions at night (that took a bit of awkward flirting on her part, and boy, had that been terrifying!), and managed to uncover who worked which shift and where. Come to find that Thursday nights were always when a man named Itazaki was placed to guard the front gate, while his girlfriend,Yumuru, was to provide surveillance among the Hyuuga gardens. These two positions were imperative information for Hinata since her bedroom window was located just above the gardens and right after the gardens was the front gate, which was the exit of the Hyuuga compound.
Fortunately for the Hyuuga heiress and unbeknownst to Hiashi Hyuuga, who would have been out for blood if he had known, was that these particular love birds, Itazaki and Yumuru, enjoyed having prompt nightly "meetups" anywhere between 4:00 and 5:00 in the morning. Hinata had learned of this through her secret informer, and confirmed it through personal observation of the shinobi within the past two nights.
Hinata had patiently waited for the lovers to depart that early morning. She silently watched them through the walls with her Byakugan eyes. When she had finally seen the two flutter off somewhere into the distance, that was when she took the moment to descend from her balcony. She didn't turn off her kekkei genkai until she was safely off the premises of the compound.
Hinata's footsteps were not audible as she proceeded to leap from rooftop to rooftop on Konoha's many homes. There had been a lot of rebuilding done since Pein's destruction of the village, and she was happy to find that she seldom had to worry about whether or not she would suddenly fall through the roof of an unstable building-in-the making as she had to in the past.
The wind brushed her navy locks past her face and she abruptly was content with the fact that the Inuzuka clan were not known to be nocturnal ninja. They weren't like the Watanabe clan, who were notorious for their cat-like eyes and appearances, and who often toured the streets at night with their night vision.
No, she was certainly glad that her most trusted friend, Kiba, (though she wondered if he would still feel this way about her soon) could not be seen invading her line of vision. Because she was certain that if he caught her running swiftly throughout the village at this time of night, he would stop her and begin demanding her for answers. Answers she simply could not and would not be able to give, if her fears were true.
The Hyuuga heiress's legs came to a screeching halt at the sight of the back entrance to Konoha's one and only hospital. Her heart jumped in her chest. She tugged on the ends of her shirt out of a fit of nerves and let out a shaky breath. After a few moments of gathering ahold of herself, her fingers began to go through a series of hand signs. A poof of smoke later, Hinata Hyuuga could no longer be found. Instead a taller, much skinnier lady of red flaming hair had taken her place. Hinata closed the genjutsu's eyes. She performed another sign. The trace of her chakra was suddenly lowered considerably. 'I hope to Kami this will be sufficient enough. ' she thought. She then leapt from the house she had been standing on, and went to enter the sliding doors of the hospital.
On normal visits, Hinata always used the front entrance of the hospital to go to her doctor's appointments, just as most people did. But tonight was not a normal visit for Hinata, and different circumstances called for different measures. The back entrance was fairly vacant. She noticed this immediately upon walking into the waiting room. It was probably due to the earliness of the morning as well as that it was labeled as a "back entrance" in the first place. She didn't mind this though. On the contrary, she welcomed the emptiness with open and appreciative arms.
She went straight for the receptionist's desk with not an ounce of hesitation in her wake. Though her outward person appeared calm and collected, it was most definitely a façade. She mentally had to keep repeating to herself, "Remember what you practiced. Remember what you practiced" just to keep herself from falling apart.
Before Hinata knew it, she was standing in front of a woman who looked to be in her 30s. The woman was a brunette with long, colorful nails. Hinata was certain that, though appealing to the eye, her nails could more than likely cut a shinobi into ribbons. The woman scrutinized Hinata with haughty eyes through thick, gaudy glasses. It tempted the 18 year old girl to squirm in place. But no. She would not break her fake front of being aplomb. Especially not after everything else she'd been through. She would be stronger than this!
The receptionist had a gold plate name tag on her with the name "Tachibana" written on it. She clicked some gum between her teeth as she finally addressed the Hyuuga, or rather, the Hyuuga's glamour self. "Tayoshi-sama. A pleasure to see you again this…" The woman's sharp eyes flickered to the clock above the water fountain in the center of the waiting room. "Early morning." she finished. Yet her tone implied it was anything but pleasurable. She actually sounded a bit suspicious. Nevertheless, if she was skeptical, she didn't voice this opinion aloud. "How may I be of service to you?"
Hinata confirmed that her hand was steady before bringing it up to the woman's desk. In her palm was a false I.D. she had created the week before with a supposed top notch online site. The site was specifically made for fraudary. She really hoped it was top notch, what with all the money she had to dish out just to get the square piece of paper that was in her hand. "I am picking up a few medical documents. I requested them yesterday." she stated. Good. Good. Her voice was not wavering.
"Ah. Yes." Tachibana rolled backwards on her swivel chair and turned around to start peeking through the many cubby holes behind her desk. Located in most of the cubbies were stacks of papers and bagged medical prescriptions. The woman stopped when she reached the "T" section of the cubbies, and easily grabbed ahold of a flimsy manilla envelope. She snapped back around to Miss "Tayoshi".
"Here are all of the results, ma'am. I hope you find the answers well. If you have any doubts in regards to the lab tests, we can always schedule you an appointment with Tsunade sensei. So." Tachibana placed the envelope out in front of her and gave Hinata a none-too happy smile. The heiress got the feeling the lady didn't really want to be there. "Anymore questions?" she asked.
Hinata shook her head.
"Good."
She then handed Hinata the envelope. Hinata allowed a quiet "arigatou gozaimasu" to pass her lips before slightly bowing. Once she retrieved herself back upwards, she calmly headed towards the bathroom that was near the entrance of the waiting room. As soon as her body was out of the view of the receptionist, she beelined for the toilet stall farthest away from the bathroom door.
She didn't pay any mind to the improperness she exerted when she allowed her butt to collide with the toilet seat whilst still fully clothed as she wasted no time in ripping the envelope apart. Her fingers were trembling uncontrollably. If it wasn't for her chakra enhanced strength that was spurred on by the adrenaline rushing through her veins, Hinata might not have been able to even get one tear out of the orange package.
She could hear her heart pounding loudly throughout her ears. Sweat was collecting at the center of her palms and armpits. She was surprised her teeth hadn't even started chattering yet, a thing that they did sometimes right before she was filled to the point of anxiety that she fainted. She was so swift in her haste to getting out the documents she so sought for, that several of the papers ended up falling onto the dirty floor below her. One even appeared to have landed on a few drops of pee that were left by the last occupant of the stall. Hinata cursed mentally. How much worse could this month get?
She hurriedly picked up the papers and her eyes immediately began to scan over them. Her pupiless orbs skipped over the different test results that went over all the diseases she didn't have until they came across one particular piece of paper that started off with a box containing an eight letter word followed by a question mark. Pregnant?
Hinata breathed in deeply and tore her gaze away from the paper. This was it. The moment of truth. Her hands tightened their grip on the sheet, crinkling its sides. Let this be what tells her she hadn't been showing symptoms of morning sickness. Instead, it was just the common flu. "Please Kami, please Kami. Have mercy upon me." she pleaded as she finally got the courage within her to look at the pregnancy result. Time stilled. Positive.
She suddenly couldn't breathe. No. No! It had all been a mistake! Just a stupid accident that neither of them wanted! It wasn't like they had even been drinking…
The papers fell from her hands to once again land on the urine below. But Hinata didn't care. A peed on floor was the last thing on her mind at that moment. No, what was currently troubling her was much more complex and frightening. How was she going to tell Naruto, or Sakura, or better yet him ?!
She had gotten pregnant by the boyfriend of her best friend and the best friend of her boyfriend. There was no way this was happening, no way…!!
But then, an even more scarier thought crossed her mind. Could she tell anyone? Words of past warnings repeated themselves in her ears. 'The shinobi world is now in utter chaos. Many ninja have fallen. With little to no remaining kekkei genkai bloodlines on the continent, the daimo and kages of other lands are growing desperate. They are resorting to kidnappings. And the Futashi clan are still among us. They will try to exterminate as many chakra wielders as possible. You and the Uchiha are at great risk.'
Her child would carry two of the most powerful kekkei genkai in the world. If people were to find out...
Her hand flew to her agape mouth. She couldn't process it. Any of it. She was completely in shock. How could this have happened? How could such a powerful child be growing in her womb? Yes, she had counted the days. Yes, she had noticed the sudden absence of her period. Yes, she knew what it looked like with the vomiting and her tender breasts, but she had only ever slept with one person and that had only been one time. How could she have gotten pregnant that easily?!
Hinata stayed like that, frozen on the toilet seat and staring out into nothing for what seemed like hours, though really it must have been only minutes, before she finally managed to somewhat drag herself out of her stupor, and exited the bathroom. She needed to get home before someone discovered she wasn't there.
The envelope and its contents were now placed firmly against her chest and she was planning for them to remain that way, but fate had other plans for her. She was so consumed in her thoughts and inner turmoil from what she had learned that she failed to recognize the familiar chakra that was aiming straight for her before it was too late.
"Gah!" she gasped. The envelope and the documents it contained fell to the floor for a third time that day. Hinata faltered over her words, face completely red and hidden by her curtain of hair as she abruptly bowed and apologized to the person she had just bumped into. "G-gomenasai!" She didn't wait for the person's response before she was seen diving for her scattered papers.
"Oh, it's not a problem at all! I'm sorry, in fact. I wasn't watching where I was going. Here, let me help you." Hinata froze at the voice of the kunoichi who was coming closer to help her. A glimpse of pink hair and a bright green jewel smack dab in the middle of a shiny forehead was all it took to convince Hinata that hey, fate really must have hated her today.
She squeaked. "N-no, that won't be n-necessary!" she stammered. She all but threw herself across the papers, successfully blocking Sakura Haruno from their view. She had practically shoved the pinkette away. The great queen of fist seemed a little taken aback by the other woman's actions. She grimaced. She had only meant to help.
Hinata berated herself at the uncomfortable silence that then passed between them. She was so shocked by the other female's abrupt appearance that she momentarily forgot about her disguise and her need to not seem out of the ordinary.
"I'm sorry." Sakura stated, sounding both surprised and offended by the strange woman's way of declining for her aid. Her emerald eyes narrowed. For some reason...she swore she could sense Hinata's chakra nearby. Albeit it appeared faint. Why would Hinata be out this late? That didn't make sense. She shrugged it off. She stood back up.
"Have a good night ma'am." Sakura then departed. Hinata exhaled in relief. That could have gone worse. She too, stood up then, and brushed off her pants legs. She noticed out of the corner of her eye that Miss Tachibana was currently judging her from behind her desk. Hinata gave a painful smile. "Erm, goodnight." she said awkwardly. She dashed for the exit.
By the time she reached back to the Hyuuga compound, dawn was approaching from the East. Her disappearance had not been noticed by any of her family members. Hinata hid the file of documents underneath her bed, between her mattress and the bed's platform bed frame. She then slipped underneath the covers and closed her eyes to get some much needed sleep. She would have to figure out what to do about her predicament in the morning. She wasn't in the correct mind state to currently think of anything. As she started to slowly drift off, her mind began to wander to memories of the past. A past that brought her to her present problem.