Okay…how did THIS happen? I watched two Naruto episodes in Japanese. Naruto, Hinata and Kiba went “treasure hunting” together as a mission from Tsunade. She told them that if they failed they’d be sent back to the academy to re-do all of their shinobi training.

Kiba seemed like the guy who knew it all, and considering the team they’d created, he probably was. I just liked the way he acted, and I actually saw him for the first time in the show without his hood on. (I’ve seen him plenty of times in pics, though.) The only time I ever saw Kiba talk was in the first stage of the Chuunin exam, when he told Ibiki, “Hey, that’s bull, man!” Ha! And he’s, like, 12! It encouraged me to just TRY some HinaXKiba. Turns out I liked it as much as I like SasuXSaku. And that’s really quite a lot.

The Dingo Ate My Baby, is the best one ever. Update, damn you!

So this came up in my head the same way Black Wings of My Secrets did. (No, it’s NOT on hold. I will continue both of these.) It was just a little idea in my head, then it turned into a little scene, then a plot, then a story and then the whole of it just wouldn’t leave me alone.

All in about 3 hours, too. But then, Black Wings of My Secrets happened in about 3 DAYS. I had more time to think it out. This is impulsive but I better make it something permanent before it goes “poof” from my head forever.

Full Summary: Hinata is a name that many know. A cat-lover, an intelligent girl, and overall a good friend to have by you. While taking a refreshing hike through the mountains, she is taken prisoner by a Clan of demons who call themselves Inuzuka. She feels the need to jump off a cliff and die. But as time goes by, she learns that being prisoner isn’t all so bad…

God help me…starting out is always hard…

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April 4th, 7:46

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The sunlight was especially bright this morning, as it always seemed to be on Saturday. As was the Friday Tradition, Hinata’s best friend Sakura slept over. Her father never liked the idea very much, but there was little he could do to his own daughter, and the heiress.

(So, here, Hinata isn’t really abused or anything by her family in this fanfiction…she’s just not the most popular Hyuuga is all, and she lives just fine with that…also Neji is a little kinder.)

Both were teens now, and since it was April 4th, Sakura had just turned ninteen on March 28th. Hinata would be twenty on December 27th. She didn’t like being so late, but Sakura never really cared. It did suck, however, to have a birthday so close to Christmas.

As usual, Sakura woke up first, and as usual, she took to her own tradition of shaking Hinata awake. Or rather, shoving her awake. As usual, it took a good seven or eight minutes for Hinata to become fully conscious, and as usual, she did many stretches, cracking her joints and limbs and bones with freakish cracking sounds that always made Sakura laugh.

Presently, Sakura was rolling around on her futon as Hinata cracked each finger individually with a sound that echoed throughout the naturally cold house. Hinata moved her left fist to her right, and pressed lightly. All four fingers cracked at once, and Sakura fell over once more, holding her sides and practically screaming into her pillow.

She swiveled her thumb all around and it cracked numerous times. Sakura held her wrist over her mouth, but bit into it to keep from screeching out. She could be a rather loud girl.

Just at this moment, the dark-haired girl’s cats chose a perfect time to enter her room. They trotted gaily across her wooden floor and jumped onto their laps. Hinata held her first cat she’d ever gotten. He’d gotten him when he was only a few weeks old, and when she herself was about 10, so that made him about 9 years old.

He was a lovely short-haired creamy-gold cat with pointy ears and pretty green eyes. At the time, Hinata hadn’t been the most creative person in the world, so she had named that little cat Padfoot. (When she had named him, her cousin had asked, “Why Padfoot, of all names for a cat?” Hinata had responded, “He has pads on his foot.” Not creative, she had been.) But Padfoot had always been her friend, and his name had always stuck.

The other, in her pink-haired friend’s lap, was a female. She was a beautiful silver-grey cat with icy-blue eyes, long legs and a tail that was always waving around like a flag. This one was somewhat younger, she had gotten her when Hinata herself was about 13, thus making her 6 right now. However, she would be 7 in only two weeks. Hinata had become a much, MUCH more creative person by 13, and had named this she-cat for her beauty: Moonbeam.

Moonbeam purred to Sakura and Hinata as a wake-up greeting and Padfoot made his rumbly growl that vibrated everywhere so much it made them tremble.

“Good morning to you, too,”

“Mrrow.” Moonbeam mewed back.

Hinata arched her back once more just to make sure the cats could hear it, and laughed when Padfoot hissed slowly. “You’re a boring little kitty as always, aren’t you?” Hinata said. Padfoot dipped his head, as though nodding. Moonbeam purred, as though laughing.

Hinata and Sakura laughed, too. They were definitely cat people. Beware, dogs!

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April 4th, 8:07

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Neji was gone in the morning as usual, they knew as they entered the kitchen for breakfast. No one was there, as most Hyuuga ate long before 8:00 in the morning, but Hinata had always brushed off the fact that they were probably doing that just to upset or irritate her.

Sakura was able to find several apples that filled her belly just fine; it took Hinata another 15 minutes to find “just the right food,” which turned out to be leftovers from last nights dinner, which happened to be chicken, which Moonbeam happened to love more than her own life force.

Moonbeam kneaded Hinata’s cotton socks with her paws, mewling like a little kit, begging for the heavenly stuff called chicken. Hinata curved her lips into a small, cute smile and dropped a tiny snip into Moonbeam’s bowl. She gobbled it up quickly and Padfoot grumbled at her with annoyance as though she’d just chili-and-beans-farted at a ritzy dinner party with the President and his homies. Moonbeam seemed to smirk at him.

“Does Padfoot want any of it?” Sakura asked absent-mindedly, her mouth full. Hinata shrugged, and held some above Padfoot’s goldish head. He turned away to look at something else.

“No, he’s just being an old geezer like always. But Moonbeam still loves him, don’t you, Moonbeam?”

“Mrow!”

“Thought so.”

Sakura made a sound that suggested she was choking. She flailed one arm around in alarm, the other was holding her throat. Hinata rushed over and slapped her friend’s back. Sakura swallowed hard, and the two laughed. Hinata could only slap someone, crack her joints and fingers, and cuss when Sakura and she were alone.

Around anyone else, she was quiet, shy, a bit of a daydreamer and never one to draw attention to herself. Only Sakura Haruno could draw out the outgoing, fun side of Hinata. When in crowds bigger in number than two, she often had her head looking down, like she was afraid to meet anyone’s eyes, and sometimes pressed her fingers together in nervousness, a childhood habit.

But only Sakura knew her secret…You do NOT want to provoke quiet people. When Hinata gets pissed, however incredibly rare that was, Hinata gets pissed. Sakura was also one of the two people in the world that knew Hinata’s only fear, the other being her cousin Neji. Not very surprisingly, it was thunder. She wouldn’t survive being near the window when a thunderstorm was going on. She was just glad Padfoot and Moonbeam were always there by her side, and neither of them minded thunder at all.

Sakura raised her arm, pointing to the fridge. “What?” Hinata asked, stroking Moonbeam’s back. “I think you ate all the apples, we only had four. There's no more.” Sakura shook her head, pointing some more.

It wasn’t the fridge she was pointing to, Hinata understood, but the calendar clipped to it’s side. The dark-haired girl blinked confusedly. She scanned the month of April. Her father had scribbled some meeting down for the 11th, and Neji’s flawless cursive suggested that he was meeting his girlfriend, Tenten, on the 16th, but Hinata saw nothing about she or…oh.

On the 4th, Hinata had drawn a flower and a crescent moon, the symbols she sometimes drew to represent herself, (crescent moon) and Sakura. (flower) in small, neat print were the words, “Adventure In Mountains Today.”

Hinata sort of regretted writing the word “adventure” around her own symbol and in a calendar where everyone would see. “Adventure” was the term she and Sakura used for going to a natural place they’d never before been to, but had seen from afar, perhaps an abandoned construction site or a valley with a creek through it’s middle where things or places they could name might be found.

(The last place they had been to had in fact been an abandoned construction site. The earth was reddish brown, rocky, churned up so that their feet sunk into the weird hills the workers had made out of “spare dirt.” There was a sort of cliff made of patchy dirt and pebbles on the edge of the site that they had named “The Sparrow’s Dropoff,” because to discover it, they had seen a sparrow fly down into it and had followed it. They named the whole site The Red Desert, because it was all red, sort of like a desert with hills and dunes, and rocks, and just as big. Adventures galore!)

“Oh, that!” Hinata remembered putting that down on the calendar on Sakura’s birthday when she had come over. As a present, Sakura had demanded that they go on an adventure on the 4th of April, since 4 was Sakura’s lucky number.

Sakura nodded as though it were the most obvious fact in the world. Swallowing her last bite of apple and tossing the cores into the trash can, she said back, “It was my birthday present, you know, and you agreed for it. You know how far my patience meter goes, Hinata.”

“A few inches or so on the good days,” Hinata recited the words she’d known ever since she’d known Sakura.

“Right. No one will care if you’re gone as long as you’re back by dark, right?”

“That’s what Neji said…”

“Right. Get your stuff. I packed mine when I packed to sleep here yesterday afternoon.” Sakura ran back upstairs to find her bag, supposedly in which she had her marine backsack, a dolphin-orca print cloth shoulder-bag she could easily carry. Inside of the backsack…who knew what Sakura kept in there!

‘This early?’ She thought, gazing at the clock on the wall. ‘I’m still a little drowsy…maybe I should take Gatorade.’ Thinking that it would get her both awake and energized, as Gatorade just always does, she found the blue kind (Hinata went by liquid color and not title of drink) and stuffed it into her moon-and-star print backsack. Hers was just like Sakura’s only with a different print, a shoulder-bag she could carry easily and with straps to make it looser or tighter. Sakura’s had these too.

Remembering all the thorn scratches she and Sakura had gotten from their second-to-last Adventure, the fault of a really big rosebush, more like a rose-forest, that had covered their arms. About 46 out of the 63 were bleeding, and Neji had bandaged them immediately after she came home. They hadn’t been serious, but he was just that way. Instead of her cousin, he could easily have passed as her older brother, and foreigners sometimes mistook the two for such.

But even thought Neji had bandaged her arms, he didn’t know of Hinata and Sakura’s Adventures. No one but the Adventurers did.

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April 4th, 6:11

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“Hinata, don’t move! There’s a deer like two feet behind you!”

Hinata gasped and stopped where she was. The two had indeed gone to the mountains. They were heavily forested, covered with trees and bushes all over with many a wild animal running around. Creeks and rivers gurgled and spat around them. Hinata just happened to jump over a small creek, with Sakura still on the other side, when she had been told a deer was behind her.

Sakura put up her hands so slowly it must have taken and hour for them to move up. “Breathe slowly. I’m going to try to take a picture of it.” Even slower, she moved her hands to her backsack to fetch a camera that she had supposedly brought.

“What color is it?” Hinata whispered, only daring to blink. “Is it a boy or girl?”

“Well, judging from the huge horns jutting out of its head, I’d say it’s a boy. And he’s pretty dark, so dark brown he looks sort of black in some places.” Her hand barely touched her backsack and she pulled out a black, square camera. She pressed it’s on button and it turned on soundlessly.

The buck (male deer) was sniffing Hinata’s hair, and her mouth was curved up in a weird smile. She wanted to laugh at the ticklish feeling, but didn’t. A wrong breath would scare this beast off, or worse yet, scare it into running her over or even lashing with his antlers.

Sakura snapped the photo with a flash for the gathering dark, and the deer made a growling yelp and dashed away into the woods in long bounds. “Awesome! I got a picture of Hinata next to a deer! Except your pose was sort of lopsided. I thought you were gonna fall over or something, and your left arm was kinda…erf.”

“My arm was what?”

“Kinda erf.”

“Er…allright.”

Sakura placed the camera back into the pocket of her marine-print backsack, then took a deep breath. “I think we did a good job today. Talon Tree, Hawk’s Point, The Slip Rock and Tress-nuts. We got a lot of things named, and I mapped out most of it.”

Taking out the piece of scroll-folded paper and a drawing pencil, the pink-haired girl added, “Just didn’t finish drawing a Tress-nut, and forgot where we turned after Talon Tree. How would you like to draw something that’s a cross between and acorn and a leaf, and remember where you turned at a tree with claw marks on it? It’s hard!”

Hinata laughed at her friend's "unique" humor, then examined their surrounding. She didn’t…remember this place too well, even though they’d been here for a good while. “Did you map out this place here?”

“No, I was too busy capturing that snuffle moment when the deer sniffed you.”

“If he liked my smell, he liked my smell, Sakura. Don’t get jealous just because the deer got to sniff me.”

“WHAT?” Her cry had been so sharp it sent a bird flying away. “Well, do you know our way back or not?” Hinata asked quietly, grasping the black strap of her backsack. Something about this particular river and these particular trees made her feel…weird.

“Eh…” Sakura looked quite confused, pointing this way and then that. “Not from here exactly, but if we can find Slip Rock or Talon Tree, I’ll know where we are.”

“Talon Tree was the first landmark we named. Won’t it be the farthest away from here?” she asked worriedly.

“Yeah, but I know that place best.”

She sighed at her friend, who only smiled. Sakura jumped over a fallen tree, and Hinata followed, dodging her head under a thorny vine that could very well have been a rosebush, overgrown, that is. Hinata stuck out her tongue at the thing, remembering the rosebush that had given her countless cuts on a recent Adventure.

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April 4th, 6:55

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The sun was nearly down now, violet blazed around the sky, with only touches of orange light seeping feebly around. The light of day was nearly gone. They could scarcely see where they put their own feet, but they could hear that they were at least stepping on leaves and dirt: forest floor. That was good at least. It meant that they weren’t wandering into a desert or tundra or some such place.

“We’re lost.”

“No.”

“It’s dark.”

“Quiet.”

“Neji’s gonna give me another 10-minute talk on being safe. Do you know how long it took him to finish for when he bandaged my arms from those thorns?”

“Awhile.”

“Yes! And I am in for it now!”

“Hinata, look me in the eye, seriously.” Hinata’s silver eyes looked, but she saw only the dark outline of her friend’s curved body, and the outlines of many trees and bushes. It was simply too dark to see Sakura. “Um...I really can’t.”

“Just listen! I haven’t seen Talon Tree, Slip Rock or anywhere we mapped. And I didn’t see Deer River—that’s what we can call the place where the deer smelled you and I captured the moment—so we know we didn’t go in a circle.” Hinata was able to see her friend’s eyes get seriously afraid. “Hinata, we haven't been here before, we haven't seen any place we mapped, and I have no fucking idea where we are.”

Hinata blinked rapidly. Looking down at her feet, she snarled out the word, “Damn,” barely loud enough for even a dog to hear. But Sakura knew she’d said it and snickered quietly. “Well…now what?” The dark-haired girl asked. “I am NOT staying in here with demons and bears and evil smelling deer and all that…whatnot things.”

Sakura laughed again. “A: Demons are in hell, this would be earth. B: A bear won’t kill us. Remember our second-to-first Adventure where we met Kya and her mom? You know, that bear and her cub? They didn’t kill us, they just smelled us, stared at us and ran off. And lastly, C: What’s wrong with getting smelled by a deer?”

“You don’t want to feel that thing’s nose on your face and arms.” She retorted back.

“Okay, fine. We should at least make the last of daylight work for us. You're a good climber, so climb up that tree and look for the Village, or some house or something.” Sakura said. She gave Hinata a boost up to a thick branch, seeing as Hinata was a little shorter than most girls and Sakura was a little taller than most girls. Hinata climbed up, slipping once on a thin branch that didn’t hold her weight very well. She stood on her tip-toes, peering through the thinner branches and the thick layers of leaves and little cones on them. She stared.

They were NOT anywhere near civilization. Everywhere her eyes looked, there were mountains. Mountains and forests. All green, all around…all dark. There was no little trace of smoke detecting a cabin, and no sign of the Village. The trees were slightly bumped up in one area like they’d grown the wrong way—wait. That wasn’t a bump in the tree.

That was a person standing on it.

Hinata used her Byakugan, an eyesight trait her family was born with, to get a better look. She didn’t like the better look. It was a person, quite so, and a male, guessing from the body frame and height. He had bright red marks on his cheeks and something small and white and fuzzy was hiding around his feet. She let her Byakugan de-activate. She could see him fine without it, she realized. He couldn’t be more than…what, fifty feet away? Hinata had very good vision.

Almost hauntingly, the male turned his head towards her. Squinting a bit, she saw his eyes were…what color? She couldn’t see them very well. Perhaps he was squinting, making his eyes smaller, harder to see? Whatever color they had been before didn’t matter, because when his eyes locked on Hinata’s, they blazed a fiery, crimson red. And he turned his body to her.

Hinata needed no more warning to know this man was going to come to her. Not caring about pain of falling, she slipped down the trunk, barely catching herself on the lowest branch and thudding to her feet with a grunt from the impact. She panted, and Sakura looked eagerly to her. "Dude! Are you okay? That was high, Hinata--"

Hinata stared, horrified, at her friend. “Run. Now!” Without another word, she took off in the direction they’d just come from. Sakura ran alongside her best friend, huffing, “What did you see? Is there a town or something this way?” Hinata shook her head wildly, leaping nimbly over a huge rock, half-buried in the ground.

“No, no! Trees were everywhere. We’re way lost.”

“Why are we running?”

“I…saw someone on a tree. He looked at me, and his eyes were all red and scary!” Sakura panted harder as a branch scraped her face. Her emerald-green eyes were wide with horror.

“What? Red? Like Sasuke’s?”

“No!” Hinata shouted back, spitting out a leaf. “Not Sharingan, I know it. But he’s chasing us, I can bet Padfoot’s pad on that!” Just as she finished her sentence, they heard a loud hissing growl erupt from somewhere behind them.

“Faster!”

And faster they ran. As it was known around their Village, Sakura and Hinata had long legs. (And yet poor Hinata was still short.) This gave them uncanny running ability, and though they panted a lot, they didn’t tire for a long time. As children, they could outrun whoever had decided to play tag with them, and if it came to blows somehow…it would come to the girls’ fists. They weren’t afraid to punch no bitch who came too close! These were mostly Sakura's words, but Hinata would always stand by her friend.

“Let’s show ‘em how fast we can go!” Sakura smirked. Hinata nodded, and they sped up so that the green and brown and black world whizzed by in a blur. Sakura swore she stepped on a squirrel and killed it. The sound came again. For sure, there were two people at least creating that sound. ‘Oh, fuck!’ Sakura thought. ‘God, please just say they’ve got hellhounds with them. Please. JUST hellhounds! No rapists!’

It sounded helluva lot like hellhounds, that was for sure.

Out of nowhere, a large shape burst out of the darkness and brought Sakura down. The two rolled and Sakura fought to bite and kick her way off the attacker, but it was in vain.

“Sakura!”

“Go, Hinata! Keep running, I’m fine!” Sakura shouted back.

Hinata obeyed. Sakura was no fragile little bitch, and neither was she. She wouldn’t get raped or anything. At the worst…eh…they might…break her…arm? God, she wasn’t good at making up spur-of-the-moment things. Her silvery eyes were flashing with determination to outrun this bastard who dared think he was faster than her. Twisting around a thick tree, she found herself in an unusually bright clearing. The moon shone down on her and only a few stars sparkled down.

She looked around. She’d never been here, and it felt so…unsafe…that it made her skin literally crawl. Goosebumps moved up and down her arms, but she gritted her teeth and braced herself to punch someone. She balled her fists…Hinata Hyuuga was ready to fight, or getting ready to. ‘Fight? I’m ready for WAR! C-Come on, you little red-eyed freakazoid!’ She could only half-convince herself that she wasn’t afraid.

It was dark, cold and scary. Trees rustled in a breeze that carried with it no pleasant sounds. She swallowed. Out of nowhere, something dark and lean leaped past her, ruffling the strands of hair she always kept in front of her ears. She set them straight and flat again, and looked in the direction it had gone. “Come on…you think I can’t fight? Think some more…” There was that hissing growl again. But it was softer this time, almost nicer. It was more like…a purr. So different from a purr from Moonbeam or Padfoot, but so the same at once.

She looked straight ahead, and from that direction, something dark and lean raced in her direction. She had no time to react, only just enough to shield her arms in front of her chest, before it pinned her to the grass.

It was that boy…the one with red eyes and red marks on his face. Hinata tried to pry him off. She barely got anywhere. He used his weight nicely to keep her down and she scowled up at him. The boy curved his mouth into a half-smile half-smirk that showed particularly long teeth.

“Oh…” He purred, stroking the side of her face. “What’s this?”

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Wow. Almost 10 pages in about 2 hours. I guess HinaXKiba is tied with by obsession with SasuXSaku. I hope you liked it. More to come when time is there.

Ta…Storm