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Working title: Can't think one up that suits.
Author:
saiseki_san
Fandom: Naruto
Genre: AU, slight twisty-thingies added in such as advanced medication and gifts. And almost every baddie is working for Orochimaru because he's cool like that. :3
Warnings: Not for this chapter. :3 Besides a slightly insane stepmother, none at all.
Pairings: GaaHina, NejiTen/Tema.
General plotline/storyline: Gaara, Temari and Kankurou are gifted agents working for Orochimaru. Ages ago, the Hyuugas borrowed a large sum of money and forgot to pay--after migrating to Canada in hopes of escaping his clutches (because the Hyuugas are greedy hoes, yo :p), the sand siblings are sent to assassinate two of the younger members(in hopes of scaring them into paying): Hyuuga Neji and Hyuuga Hinata. They go to school like everyday teens, and would eventually get closer to the targets so they could poison their drinks, or something that will result in two dead Hyuugas.
Author's notes: This would probably end up being all angsty near the end because Tema could get to be real close buddies with Tenten and she could lurve Neji or we could do a Nejitema pairing here, and she'd have to kill him. Same goes with Gaara and Hinata. Total crack pair, but I love it ♥. But for anything else? Go right ahead~~ you'll understand better if you read the first chapter. First post at any comm. aswell! :D
Silence was almost all that could be heard throughout the fifth floor in the Hyuuga mansion, not even the subconscious stirring of its sleeping residents. The silence was so extreme, you could hear it ringing in your ears, you’d flinch at the slight yet seemingly obnoxious ticking of the clock (which was the only noise) and feel as if the fast beating of your heart would wake up all of the sleeping family who lay in the beds behind the tall white doors of their bedrooms. Yes, it certainly was quiet, for everyone, even the multiple servants who held multiple jobs at the Manor, were asleep as it was in fact 4:30 in the morning, according to the unreliable clocks that always seemed to be a different time from the one in the next room. Now! There was the slightest creak of the floor, and the door of one of the many rooms was slid open, and a sleepy, pale lavender eye peered out the crack the owner of the eye had created. A girl then pushed the door open to its full extent, her pale skin seeming to glow rather eerily in the lightless environment, and her short hair swayed in sync to her slow movements. Her small socked feet walked across the carpet, and down the corridor, towards a certain destination: the bathroom. She then slid open this door, and flicked a switch. Light flooded the small room, spilling into the hallway, and she lifted her small hand to shield her narrowed and unadjusted eyes from the blinding light. Pausing for her eyes to adjust to the new light, she then headed inside the room, turning around and pushing the door shut with her forearms as her lavender eyes flickered around the empty space just outside the door, as if searching for a non-existent enemy that could attack her at any time. But, that was just Hinata, the quietest and most timid female of the Hyuuga household. There wasn’t a sound from the room for a moment, then there was the loud roaring of a flushed toilet, and the slight trickle of running water. The door was once again opened, the click of the doorknob lost in the gentle shh of the toilet, and Hinata stepped out, flicking the light off, letting darkness engulf her and her surroundings once again. Blinking several times before her eyes readjusted to the darkness that recently re-surrounded her, she headed back towards her room, the floor occasionally creaking beneath her slight weight. The bedroom door was shut behind the girl slowly without a single sound, as if not to disturb anyone any further. The tiniest creaking of her bed was heard, and then no more was heard from the female that night.
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The neon green letters of the boy’s alarm clock switched from the 5:59 it had been for a minute before, and switched to 6:00, setting off the alarm. A quiet but annoying buzzer then started as if to say, ‘Get your butt in gear! It’s the start of a new day’! A hand reached out from the folds of a faded indigo blanket, then curling into a fist as it slammed into the oversized ‘snooze’ button of the alarm clock therefore silencing the irritating buzzer at once. The owner of this particular hand then sat up, with a creak from the bed beneath him, but without a groan that was typically heard from people his age when getting up for the troublesome school all young adults, teenagers, pre-teens and children had to face from Monday to Friday. He brushed away the old rag of a blanket away from his body, and swung his legs over the side of his sleeping place, a high pitched squeak causing him to wince slightly. The hand that was once a fist was lifted to his face and it rubbed the sleep out of his closed eyes as he stood and headed towards the small closet that was attached to his bedroom wall. His lavender eyes were directed towards the ground, which was a fluffy grey-blue carpet, as he walked towards the closet door and turned the golden knob, pulling open the closet door with the slightest creak of the door hinges. As he peered inside, he narrowed his eyes and flicked the pale irises from each article of clothing, searching for something comfortable to wear.
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Hinata scurried down the many flights of stairs, occasionally stumbling and almost falling. The pa, pa, pa of her feet hitting the ground seemed to echo through the stairwell almost as well as the huff of her hurried breaths. Today she was dressed in her usual attire, the hooded light purple jacket with the fluffy fake fur lining, and the regular black floods. In her small thin arms was cradled a royal purple book bag, that was completely overstuffed with homework, pencils, high school text books and the like. Even though the well-made bag didn’t look very heavy, it was definitely ten pounds at the least. Her arms were starting to tire from carrying it like she did, but it was for the best due to the fact that she took the bus, and slipping her arms into the straps would be rather pointless if she was just going to sip it off and onto the floor of the vehicle as she sat down, now wouldn’t it?
Her socked feet touched down with the ground floor, and only then did she slow her pace to a brisk walk. The carpet left small not very detailed dark blue imprints of her feet leading towards the tall white door, which was left slightly ajar. The white walls were flowing rather snailishly past as she walked with a slight frown upon her lips. Hopefully Neji-niisan won’t be angry with me for making him wait, she thought to herself as a tiny fragment of her lip was slid inside her mouth and chewed on, purely out of nervous habit. She put her arms in front of herself rather protectively, as if to build a wall between herself and the other citizens of the world, as she entered the obscenely large living room, and spotted her cousin, Neji, sitting on the white couch with his eyes shut, leaned with his back against the couch lazily, arms crossed. Hinata’s lavender eyes did a quick scan of the room, taking in the pure snow white of the room. It always made her feel as if she’d walked into a snow scene off of a Christmas card, with the white carpet glistening slightly under the circular lamp that hung from the ceiling, and the plush white furniture. The only thing that wasn’t white was the television, which stood taller than she did, and wider than the oversized couch placed in front of it.
“Sorry I was late getting down, Neji-niisan,” she said quietly, looking down in shame.
Her cousin’s eyes opened, as he lifted his wrist towards his face to see the crystal face of the silver watch he wore. “Hinata-sama, it’s only seven.”
The younger girl nodded, and looked up at her older cousin, a faint pink glow of embarrassment radiating from her pale face.
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The bus reflected the rising sun’s light into the pale lavender eyes of the two Hyuugas, as they stepped into the old, rusting, and foul smelling bus from the crisp, fresh winter day outside. It was actually a good day in the usually harsh and extreme Canadian winter, as the sun was shining pleasantly; there wasn’t even a breath of the cold bitter wind that usually dominated the outside world, and besides, the air wasn’t even that cold. In fact, it was actually sort of humid in a sort of strange way. You could clearly tell spring was coming early this year. The eldest stepped onto the bus, metal clanking beneath his blue shoes, and headed towards his usual window seat, whilst Hinata took up residence across from him, her eyes pointed towards the window. Both observed different sides of the buses’ setting roll part as if gained speed, and flew down the road at a speed that was obviously far above the speed limit.
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“Please, fasten your seat beats,” said the high-pitched female voice over the intercom of the plane. “We are about to land.”
The voice then went to repeat herself in several languages after the English, including Japanese. After all, they were coming from Tokyo, Japan. The clatter of conversation in both English and Japanese quieted, and the sound of the metal buckles being slid closed filled the air from various directions. Only ten minutes afterwards, the enormous Japanese jumbo jet began its descent.
Three teens entered the lobby at the Canadian airport, the eldest of the three lifting her hand to her forehead and scanning the not-so-crowded seating area for a woman that they had seen only in photos beforehand. The girl’s hair was strawberry blonde (not to mention stiff), and kept in two ponytails at the top of her head, but also the remainder of the hair was bound into ponytails just behind her earlobe. On her right stood a boy anyone could tell was younger than her. His hair was a deep crimson red, and he had relatively pale skin. Dark circles, which were often mistaken for thick eyeliner, encircled his pale turquoise eyes as they scanned the crowd.
“Jeeze, where is she?” said the last, in Japanese and an annoyed tone. Anyone could see that he was uncomfortable in the ordinary everyday clothing he wore, also, on another note, his hair was a soft brown, and his face was covered in purple face paint, causing some passersby to do a double take at the Japanese trio.
“How are we supposed to know, Kankuro?” said the girl, as she glanced back at the other, and then continuing her visual search. With a defeated sigh, she reached into a backpack she had shouldered beforehand, and retrieved a photo from within. After a quick glance at the photo, she quickly pointed at the entrance to the lobby, beaming. “There!”
In the entranceway stood a woman with long brown hair tossed over a slender shoulder, a light application of soft pink lipstick, and she wore nothing too notable, just a plain dress of a soft pink hue.
“That’s her?” Kankuro said, glancing at his sibling. “Are you sure, Temari? She looks harmless in person.”
She nodded, and looked at the photo clenched in her hand, which portrayed a woman with messy brown hair and deep plum colored bags beneath her bloodshot eyes, which held an evil look. Ruby red lips held a faint trace of what may have been a smirk, or an insane smile; no one could really tell.
The woman noticed the trio, and smiled warmly, eyes forced shut as she waved to the foreign teenagers. With Temari leading the way, and brothers trailing behind, they approached the woman who was to be their adoptive mother, Caroline Fisher.
---Flashback---
“So,” Temari said, as she looked over several piece of paper. “Kabuto-sama… The Hyuugas… They are our targets..?”
Kabuto, the youth with more silver hair than many much, much older men had, pushed up his glasses in his signature way, light from a table lamp reflecting off of them in an eerie fashion. “Only two of them are your targets. Hyuuga Neji and Hyuuga Hinata. Orochi-san doesn’t care how you are to do it, but he wants them dead. But,” he said, smirking in an evil, superior sort of way. “Do it so that no one suspects it was you. There’s my advice.”
“Soooo? Temari?” said Kankuro, poking her shoulder only to irritate her. “What did Orochi say?”
The blonde girl was in the midst of packing a few different outfits into a leather suitcase, which was laid out on a twin bed in an airy hotel room. The blanket was of a fine cloth, and had an ash pattern of circles and squares, which was tastefully designed. This bed was against a pure white wall that reminded the girl of freshly fallen snow that wasn’t yet tainted by a traveler’s heavy and weary footprints. There was a light yet murky mauve trim connecting the fluffy, thick, high quality ash grey carpeting, which left an imperfect impression of your foot when you walked soundlessly upon its soft, plush surface to the clean, white wall. Nearing the foot of the bed was a rather large window, which was thrown open in order to allow the cool crisp breeze entrance to the cramped hotel room. Placed a few feet away from the first bed, was another that was completely identical to Temari’s (this one was more for decoration than anything else, and where Kankuro now sat upon with his legs crossed), and then the same length away from that was yet another bed, and like the others, dressed with the same pattern of circles and squares on the comforter. The red head stood with his back leaned against the wall between the two beds, his arms crossed and a blank, uncaring expression on his young face. Temari sighed, and slammed the suitcase closed, reaching a tanned hand over towards one side of the suitcase, and zipping it shut with a loud ziiiiiiiip.
“Orochi didn’t talk to me this time,” she said as her long fingered hands fumbled with the buckles on the suitcase as she attempted to do up the brass buckle. “It was Kabuto. You know, his right hand man? Well, apparently-” here, she removed a piece of crumbled paper soundlessly from the pocket in her jeans and showed the paper so that it faced up. The paper was, in fact, a Hyuuga family photo with two bright red circles around two faces- “we’re only going to remove of two people. Something about debts being left unpaid, and a warning for them to hurry up and pay up. Hyuuga Neji and Hyuuga Hinata… I suppose that we were assigned this mission because they’re the same age as us... But we also got to do it sneaky. Nothing that will let them know it was us. I thought that maybe we could pretend to be their friends, and then poison their drink when we go over to their house or something, you know?”
Kankuro blinked. “Er, sounds workable.”
She nodded, and gripped the handle of the suitcase as she hoisted it off of the soft bed, and lugged without any trouble towards the door. Placing it beside the other two suitcases, she brushed the hands together, bangs bouncing and swaying with her larger movements. “Yeah. He also let me know that these two, along with the entire clan, are kind of special, like us… They have the Byakugan, which allows them to see the inner chakra coils and fight to their advantage with that, along with zooming in to see things at great distances, and see through objects.”
“I see,” Kankuro replied. Great, he thought to himself bitterly. “So we can’t go about just randomly attacking them… Everyone can use some chakra, but they also have advanced control… Hmm. Yeah, we’re going to have to go with the sneaky killing theory you cooked up, Temari. Poison or something like that.”
“Yeah,” Temari said, sitting on her bed with the tiniest squeak of the mattress, nodding her head in agreement. “But, apparently, they’re unable to activate it just yet. We’d just have to worry about the parents and such.”
“Oh?” Kankuro said, one brown eyebrow lifted in interest. “So do they all live in the same building, then?”
“I have absolutely no idea,” the blonde-haired girl said, yawning slightly and reaching up a long-fingered hand to her mouth in response. “Kabuto didn’t know anything else, apparently. Oh well, if we do this we’ll be free from Orochimaru’s clutches forever… But really, Kankuro! Hurry up and pack already; Gaara and I are already completely finished, and you haven’t even started!”