Page 2: Chakra, and my life... [REWRITTEN]
As I wake up from my unconsciousness, I look around to see my room with everything still as the way I left it, I sigh in relief
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Haishi would have been livid if he found out I was training with chakra, former clan heiress or not. The thought of the Stoic Haishi Hyuga angry is enough to get me up and dust myself off. Deciding that I shouldn't mope around I went to wash up in the bathroom.
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I stepped into the bathroom and took off my clothes one by one, really trying hard not to pay attention to the part of my mind that was a man, apparently, I was a virgin in my last life, finishing with the clothes I stepped into the shower. I slowly turned the hot water on, finding the temperature I liked I stepped in. The moment I did all the bruises and muscles over my body ached in relief from the sudden temperature increase relieving some of the stress I had built up since the last time I had taken a shower...
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[A/N Remember guys she is still just a girl, only just with the knowledge of her past life... she still acts and feels emotions a child would have, just with a more rational mind when those emotions surface.]
As I began to wash off myself looked around for soap and noticed that there is no soap or hair conditioner anywhere in the shower, sighing once again, pretty sure that there wouldn't be any inside the bathroom cabinets, without there being some in here, so I made sure to take care of my small wounds here and there with what little I could do...
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The water felt heavenly, it reminded me of my old life, friends, family, all of the ideals and morals so different from this world, and I decided to stay in the shower a little bit longer to reminisce and daydream...
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I remembered my old family, loving and supportive, my friends, distant but caring always playing online games with me when I asked, my fascination with nature and living in the country... laws, politics, school... I enjoyed all of these memories and wanted to recreate them in my new world...
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But sadly all good things must come to an end. My thoughts of happiness slowly faded away and the warmth of the water feels like a distant memory. I slowly turned off the shower around 10 minutes after getting in not wanting to use all of the hot water, fearing what that would entail, and searched for a towel, through the cabinets and drawers in the small bathroom... finding only one was a little concerning, but I washed with the small rag non the less...
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'Dang it...' I just realized I don't have any extra clothes inside the bathroom...
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And thus lies my dilemma...
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See this is a typical anime problem, I hate being stuck in one! I have two options as of present, one I could put my old clothes on and step out to get new ones, or just run out naked then run back in and change. Now my rational mind says just put the clothes on, but looking at them from the door, I can smell them from here and I really don't want to wear them again. And so I diverge into an argument with myself.
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'Hmmm... what do I do?' I say while pacing back and forth in the bathroom biting my thumbnails, 'I honestly doubt anyone would see me because my window is very very small... but' 'If I get clothes and come back while running or just changing really fast I run little to no risk of that...'
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'Honestly, I shouldn't be this upset about it...' I think it's just clothing 'Fine I will just go out there with no clothes on and change out there... it is my room after all... and I really do have a small window...' I said trying to reassure myself... (why I decided to do that I will never know...)
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As I say that I push the door open and scurry towards the cupboard near the bed and quickly found any pair of clothes and put them on, which ended up being shorts and an average shirt while standing next to my bed...
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'*Sigh*' I sigh in relief and I turn my head around in my room to see if anyone was looking 'F***'
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My eyes locked on to a young girl with a bandage over her forehead, long black hair, and white eyes, I don't really recognize her though...
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As I look her way after I had gotten dressed and our eyes meet mine, she blushes slightly, which looks like a very large blush on her pale skin, and tries to look away out of embarrassment and ends up running in the opposite direction towards God knows where... How she actually saw me through that tiny slit of a window is actually a miracle...
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'Well, that was interesting...' I say to myself with no signs of blushing on my own face wondering if some people had crushes on Hinata not shown in the anime by the way she ran away so fast. Yes although I do feel incredibly embarrassed about having a peeping tom stare at me, I have memories and experiences of life almost three times my own age with lots more embarrassing stuff happening... 'and honestly I don't really judge a person by the outside, I can fall in love with any person as long as they have a good heart, so I don't really feel anything until I get to know them' I say with a slight scowl...
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As I get out of my little stupor I decide to sit back down in front of my bed and practice molding chakra...
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I focus back on the frequency of the chakra energy I felt before and try to manipulate it in the darkness of my mindscape... I pull and tug with mental energy trying to take what little pieces I have to form something...
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I spend about 10 minutes pulling, pushing, tugging, and twisting with very little to absolutely no results in the movement of my chakra...' This is going to be a lot harder than I thought...' I say to myself exhausted both mentally and physically, I was puzzled because I knew the Hinata in the anime had good chakra control, so why didn't I. One theory I came up with was the way I remembered my past life, the hit to my head, and the constant abuse could have disrupted my chakra network emotionally or physically... I sigh, I knew from the fanfictions as well as my own memories that training chakra control wasn't going to be easy... especially when you didn't have a natural talent for it 'but could I at least get a little break...?' sighing at my nonexistent golden finger...
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I sighed again relieving my lungs of air and trying to get rid of my frustration, after a short while of calming down and a few breathing exercises later I started training again and trying to pull my chakra out of my body for the next few hours or so... which is a huge improvement to my 40 minutes yesterday. And when I opened my eyes having the same amount of progress as last time, which was nothing, it was already getting dark...
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To say I was dreading what was coming when the sun below that horizon would be an understatement but I guess I can't really go anywhere now, can I...? See today would be the day of the open match, about a month after the last one, and just as dreadful.
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As the sun slowly crept below the horizon and night fell upon the Hyuga clan Haishi Hyuga was just finishing up his dinner with his family and decided to head over to his useless daughter's room to let off some steam from the work he had a day...
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As I sit on the ground facing the door, awaiting my captor, I hear heavy footsteps approaching, preluding what's to come...
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The door to my room which is usually locked, I checked, slams open to reveal a guard, no two guards who haul me out to a courtyard with screaming people with bare fists and belts. And who is in the corner other than my father, watching it all. As I am pushed into the middle of the square I flinch at the thought of the coming pain and try to find my happy place...
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As slaps, hits, kicks all connect I fall to the ground and recede into my mindscape, watching it all unfold. Though I can still feel the pain, my rationality about the situation still remains. And the only rational thing I can think of at this moment as kicks and punches connect, and my father just stares, is death, those who wrong me, death to all the Hyuga, death to my captors... death to the strong... and prayers for the weak...
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As I am being pummeled I keep eye contact with my father, not breaking it no matter what. And his Stoic face faulters, and fear is present for just a moment, before nothing again...
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After about 30 or so minutes of kicks, punches, and verbal abuse... they picked me up, took me to my room... and left me there
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I lay there still where they left me in my room in a small pool of sweat, spit, and blood seeping out of my wounds... 'I physically can't move' I say as I try to move my muscles and end up just aching in pain...
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After about an hour or so I can move slightly, mostly crawling, and make my way over to the bathroom... I get over to the shower and slowly turn the hot water on, not giving a damn about using it anymore, and try to relax sitting on the shower floor... the hot water washing away all the blood from my cuts and I just sit there until I can move... eventually, I find myself crying, the stress, depression, anger, fear, sadness releasing all at once and flowing out of my eyes as the hot water mixes with my tears for a good hour or so... wiping my tears stained face I think 'Well... welcome to my life...' I say chuckling sadly to myself as the water starts to turn cold because I have stayed in the shower too long...