Hinata felt it, the rush of chakra that coated the land. So sinister... she rushed out of the house as she saw the creature over the horizon. It was time. She took off towards the beast as a second beast appeared over the horizon as well. It was Hashirama's beast. She glanced around her and furrowed her brows, someone was watching her. She couldn't quite figure out who it was though, they hid their chakra well. She looked around but still couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from. She took off in the direction she saw one off the nine tails' massive tails collide with the other massive beast.

She could tell the person was following her, this actually enraged her. She slipped between the buildings in the village but, yet the person still followed. She came across the small river outside the village and she was met with a group of shinobi from the village. Her eyes flashed dangerously, and they watched her cautiously. Her eyes flickered dangerously and she saw that they had surrounded her as well. "Hinata... you don't have to do this as well..." Michii whispered and Hinata stared boredly at her. "So, you're saying I should let my husband die?" she asked and Michii was taken aback by the tone of her voice.

A smirk crossed Hinata's lips. "Haven't you heard?" she asked tossing her hands in the air in a carefree manner. "I've already lost everything." Hinata laughed sarcastically. "So I should just let him go too, shouldn't I?" she asked and a dark look crossed her features. "You are sorely mistaken." She hissed and Michii stared at her with wide eyes. "Hi-Hinata?" she asked, but Hinata flicked Tsubaki from her sheathe and swung the blade down at the woman before her. She swiftly sheathed the blade and blood splattered Hinata and the group of shinobi around her, causing some of them to take tentative steps backwards.

"Y-you promised... you wouldn't hurt... me..." Michii managed as she coughed up blood. "As I said, you are mistaken. Things change..." Hinata said, not even looking at the woman who lay on the ground struggling to hold on. Hinata slipped the mask down over her face to conceal her features and she eyed all those around her. "Who thought would come down to this?" an amused chuckle rang out from behind Hinata and her eyes landed on the man. Her hatred for this man was so intense that the people around them took a few steps backwards.

Hinata thought about taking him out in the same manner in which she had Michii, but that would have been to swift for the Senju. As she made a move to step towards him another shinobi rushed her. She spun and impaled the first man on her blade, her eyes flashing dangerously through the holes in her mask. She kicked another man in the stomach and sent him flying backwards. The other three she smirked at unbeknownst to them. They all hit the ground the moment her eyes had pulsed with energy. She then turned to face Butsuma.

"You did I suppose," Hinata began, staring at him with utter hatred. She lunged at him and he flipped back out of her reach, only to send roots for her. She sliced through the roots easily enough with her blade. He managed to knock the blade from her grasp, but it mattered little to her. She rushed him and sent a chakra enhanced fist his way. He ducked under said fist and lunged for her blade. He reached to grab it, only for it to shock him and stun him long enough for her to land a kick on him once more. 

"What is so special about the blade that you don't want me touching it? Huh Uchiha whore?" he asked and she narrowed her eyes at him. "I don't know, why don't you grab it and see?" she sneered as she landed another hit on the man. "Daisuke!" Butsuma called and the man appeared from seemingly nowhere. "Grab her blade while I deal with her." He demanded and the man nodded. A slick smile crossed her lips as she flew into hand signs.

She inhaled deeply and spat bullets of air at Butsuma, who blocked them with his wood style. She honestly didn't have time to fool with the man, so she wasn't going to give him the joy of a full fight. She was going to take the easy way out of it if she could find a way. Her eyes landed on Daisuke, who had lunged for her blade and she smirked. The moment the man's fingers wrapped around the blade's handle, she jumped back away from the range of the weapon. Butsuma didn't understand why she had taken cover until the wind began whipping around them and blood splattered every inch of him. Butsuma stumbled backwards in horror, which meant he stumbled right into Hinata's hands, right into a blade she had acquired from one of the dead shinobi. Blood gurgled from between his lips and he hit the ground as she grabbed her own blade and took off running. Shinobi had come from everywhere, attempting to take her out, but she cut them all down as swiftly as she had the last few.

The only shinobi that she had encountered that had made her halt her progress towards her husband was one she knew well. "Hinata..." he called out to her. She stopped her run and turned to face him. "Tobirama."

"Are you going to him?" he asked and she nodded. "If I were to beg and plead for you not to go, would you listen?" he asked and she cocked her head to the side slightly. "Why would you beg for me not to go?" she asked with narrowed eyes and he frowned. "Hinata... I want to apologize... for how I treated you when we first met. I never honestly wanted to hurt you..." he said and she narrowed her eyes at him. "But you did." She snapped and he nodded as he took a few steps closer to her, which made her take a few back. "Please, just hear me out." He whispered and she frowned deeply. He kept a steady pace as he made his way over to her.

"I'm begging you." He began as he held his arms out to her to show her he had no weapons. "Don't go... stay with me..." he whispered and she blinked at him in surprise as he wrapped his arms around her softly. "Stay... with you?" she asked and he nodded hugging her a little tighter. "I can be your family... I want to be everything you need... you do not have to die today..." he pleaded and she repressed a sneer as she shrugged him off of her. 

"You were the one who helped take everything away from me!" she screeched and his features showed his guilt. "You took away everything I had ever needed." She snarled and he reached out to grab her wrist but she yanked it away from him as well. "I want to change that with every fiber of my being, Hinata... I can love you just as much as he can! Please don't go! Just let me prove it to you." He yelled after her and she spun on her heel and faced him once more. 

"If you could possibly ever even comprehend the word love, you'd kill yourself. If you loved me, you'd do it. Because you and your father are everything I despised most in this world. Madara is all I have so fuck off!" she snarled out every word while jabbing him in the chest with her finger. He held a defeated look and took a step backwards. She turned and made a run for the battlefield she knew held Madara and Hashirama.

She dropped down off the ledge soundlessly as she saw Hashirama lunge for an off guard Madara. Everything felt as if it were going in slow motion at this point, except for the pain, that is. The blade slipped through her soundlessly and the pain hit her all at once, but it soon faded. Her legs dangled limply, seeing as she was being held off the ground by the blade that was meant for Madara. Something moved against her back, but she thought nothing of it. All she could stare at was the horrified look on Hashirama's face.

She turned her head and glanced at Madara. 

His dark eyes screamed out to her, just as he appeared to actually be yelling... but she couldn't hear anything. There was no sound that came to her, she was in shock she supposed. She couldn't feel anything, so she guessed that was probably exactly what it was. She released a small self-deprecating laugh, but she couldn't hear that either. What exactly was it with her and being stabbed for the ones she loved? First Naruto, now Madara... what kind of screwed up reality was this? She blinked a few times and her eyes met with Madara's, rather than Hashirama's horrified gaze. That one wasn't helping her with anything at the moment.

His eyes were glistening, but she knew he wasn't about to cry; he wouldn't...not for her...would he?

No, not after she had killed their child. She knew he was angry with her because of it... but how was she to know? How would she have been able to know that pushing as she had been told would have wrapped the umbilical cord around baby Hana's throat? She knew those tears were not for her, not anymore. The only ones he cried for were the ones she failed to save. He had grown cold, but every time she had failed him, she had seen him cry... then she had seen the hatred. This man... was fearless now. Cold, fearless, and he hated her. She knew he did... she had proven herself to be quite useless in his eyes, she guessed.

Her eyes drifted down to her stomach, the shining metal was coated in her blood. A small sullen smile crossed her lips. This was all a mistake, she should have never come to this time... not for him... not for anyone... but, she could have made it out of this alive, she believed. If she hadn't gotten to know him the way she had... if she hadn't fallen in love with the dark soul he was. Everyone makes mistakes... but this was the biggest mistake she had ever made. She didn't regret falling for him; he had been the perfect person for any Kunoichi to fall for. He was strong... brave... he wasn't loud or obnoxious... he had once held a kind heart but her failures had turned him cold... he in his own right was the meaning of perfection, she had just brought him down with her...

She had failed him, but hopefully now... hopefully now she could repent to him. Maybe this was what she needed to do to have him forgive her. The blood that stained her hands didn't bother her. She had killed many to get to him. Civilian and Shinobi alike. They came at her and she cut them down. He was her main concern. After all she had nothing else to live for... he was it now. The fact she couldn't go home made it all the more reasonable to sacrifice herself for him. Everything began to feel heavy and she slumped against the ground.

Her heartbeat slowed; her lips felt like ice compared to the warmth her blood gave them. She had done this for him, as one last chance to say she was sorry; sorry that she had failed them all. Hashirama pulled the blade from her abdomen and attempted to heal her, but her body was rejecting it. A smirk crossed her lips and she knew why he couldn't save her. 'Damn you Katsuyu.' She cursed mentally. She didn't regret turning her back on the slug, she didn't need the creature anymore anyways. She released a sigh and the blood trickled freely from her opened mouth. It...it burned to breathe. She closed her eyes as she felt herself going cold; she knew she was fading away and wouldn't be around much longer. She had to tell him before she couldn't anymore.

"It's ok Hashirama..." she whispered as she placed a hand on his cheek softly, rubbing it tenderly with her thumb. Her vision began dulling and she could hardly see now. What she did see was the man before her, crying. He hadn't meant to hurt her... She knew this. She didn't blame him. She didn't blame anyone but herself. He had been trying to save his home from Madara. She had thrown herself in front of the blade to try and save her husband, he couldn't have possibly anticipated this though.

He held her in his arms, her head lolling to his upper arm. He held her to himself tightly, she could understand why he felt such regret for her injury... or so she thought. He had just caused the death of an innocent; she figured that's what his thoughts were. She wondered if he would still feel like she was innocent once he found out what she did to Michii and the others. She had lived with him... they had taken care of her; but she betrayed them... She had betrayed the entire village and she knew it. She didn't care though. Madara seemed to be safe as of the moment.

Her eyes drifted over to the dark eyed man that had stolen her heart away. He had fallen to his knees, his hand outstretched to her; his eyes held pain... regret... sorrow... and the emotion that she had seen every time he had looked at his younger brother... she saw the love in his eyes, it was pained... but it was still love, She had come to think he hated her. She supposed he actually could still love her. But as her eyes scanned over him, something wasn't right about him, he appeared to have blood on his lips. Her brows furrowed in confusion... she had taken the end of the blade for him, hadn't she?

Hadn't she?

When he slumped face first into the water, his hand still outstretched to her weakly; she realized she hadn't. The tears threatened to show themselves, but she didn't even have the energy to cry anymore. So she focused on her shaky breathing for just a little longer. She breathed a shaky breath and forced herself to smile. That was all she could do, her life had been sacrificed for nothing and she knew it. 'Damn it.' She thought as she watched the man she loved turn the water around him red. His eyes were still locked on her though...

"T-this..." she managed, her eyes shaking as tears fell from them. "This... could ha-have been di-different..." she managed as the light faded from her eyes and she fell limp in Hashirama's arms. All energy began to leave her being as more blood gurgled up her throat and onto Hashirama. She figured it was sad how in the end; the one who had been the one to take her life, cradled her body in her last moments, rather than her husband who would probably most likely want to do so. Her eyes drifted to him, her poor husband who had begun to fade as well. The last words she ever heard him speak were ones that would have made her heart skip a beat; she never would have known that those words were words of war, as her last breath left her; she had thought the best of those words; even if the deceit and hatred behind them wasn't subtle.

"If it were different... I never would have found my purpose..."

Hashirama let out a yell of anger as he cradled her closer to him. "Oh God... Hinata..." he sobbed as the tears fell over his cheeks, her blood seeping in and staining his hands. Madara scoffed from his place on the ground as he struggled to crawl away. "Hashirama!" Tobirama called as he rushed after the struggling Uchiha. "Leave him, Tobirama." Hashirama sobbed and buried his face into the nape of Hinata's neck. "But Hashirama!" Tobirama started but noticed the trail of blood following the injured Uchiha. "He has nothing left. He is going to go die in hiding like a wounded animal and we will leave him to do so." Hashirama snapped and Tobirama's eyes softened as he crouched beside his exhausted brother.

"Would you like me to take her?" Tobirama asked and Hashirama nodded softly. "Not yet." Hashirama said and stood with her in his arms. He looked to where Madara was struggling to drag himself away. He cradled her to him as he strolled over to the struggling man. "Madara." He called and the man stopped moving, only to cough up blood into the water he was lying in. "Would you like to say goodbye?" Hashirama asked softly and Madara forced himself to roll onto his back.

Hashirama took this as a yes and placed the woman within his arms. Madara struggled to pull her close to him. "I loved her, Hashirama..." Madara managed and Hashirama frowned deeply. "I know..." he whispered as the dark haired Uchiha's hand fell from where it had been caressing her cheek softly. The will to live appeared to have drained from his eyes as well, causing Hashirama to frown as he lifted her body from the man's grasp. "Take care of her body for me..." Madara whispered softly and Hashirama nodded as he looked Hinata over once more. A partial lip print lingered on Hinata's forehead from where Madara had kissed her one last time. This caused Hashirama's heart to clench in regret. He turned to his younger brother, who held a distraught look in his eyes.

Hashirama heard movement behind him once more as Madara struggled to roll over once more. "Have the morgue clean her up and bury her beneath the tree behind her home." Hashirama whispered softly as he watched Madara drag Hinata's blade behind him. Hashirama felt a small spike of chakra and he watched as a crow appeared in front of Madara only to carry him off to some hiding spot to die. Hashirama stared at his hands for a moment before the tears came rushing back. Hashirama sat there for what felt like hours before someone had sent Mito out to get him to come home. She hugged her husband to her tightly and tried her best to comfort the man who had begun sobbing once more.

"What sinister act have I committed?" he asked through a sob, which caused his wife to hug him tighter, shushing him softly to try and comfort him like a mother would a child. "It's going to be alright, I promise this my love." She whispered softly.

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Hashirama approached the stone beneath the young tree in Hinata's back yard, her home gone and only a memory now. The Uchiha had destroyed it and cleared the way for the rest of the village. They hadn't wanted anything to remain of the woman who had been Madara's wife. They didn't want any sort of reminder of the traitor and his wife. He had wanted to bury her beneath the tree here because it was honestly the last place he had seen the two of them truly peaceful, but her body was gone. No one knew what had happened to it, and he didn't want to know. He supposed that creep Daisuke had taken her body from the village morgue and vanished with it, seeing as no one had seen him since. He blinked in surprise as he noticed the blade propped against the tree. 

"Tsubaki?" he asked himself incredulously. He reached to touch the blade, but a shock coursed through his being and he cried out in pain the moment his fingers brushed the hilt. He jerked his hand back and looked around to try and see who could have left it, but there was no one in sight. A frown adorned his lips as he ripped a strip of cloth from his shirt. He wrapped said strip of cloth around the blade and he lifted it to tie it to the smaller center branch of the tree. The blade was dangerous, this he could already tell. He made a hand sign and placed his hand on the tree. The bark slowly cracked open and engulfed the blade. As soon as the blade had been swallowed by the tree, flowers began to burst into bloom all over the tree. A small smile crossed his lips at this.

It would be safe there, he knew this. He also knew that everyone else would now be safe from whatever evil possessed the blade now. He crouched and brushed his fingers over the small stone that had Hinata's name engraved into it. "Forgive me, dear sister... I have done something so unbearably evil and despicable." He managed before the tears started falling once more. He couldn't bear what he had done to her. He had done so many wrongs to the young woman he had seen as family. So very many wrongs.

Hashirama plucked a single purple flower from the tree and placed it on her makeshift grave. He stood and turned away. He looked up at the sky, tears falling faster than ever now. They continued to fall as he made his way home. He entered his home, tears still streaking over his cheeks as he closed the door behind him. He didn't want to meet his wife's eyes. He couldn't bear to. It had been almost six months since both she and Madara had lost their lives, and yet he still felt so guilty.

"Hashirama..." Mito called and he looked at the woman in the doorway of his kitchen. She frowned as she watched him carefully, one hand on her very much pregnant stomach. The sight of the bundle in her other arm started the series of tears all over again and he slid down the wall of his home and began to cry loudly. The infant in her arms felt his sadness and began to cry as well. Mito handed him the child and he hugged her to him gently. "I'm so sorry, Madara, Hinata..." he whispered as the infant stopped her crying. She reached up and embedded her hands into his hair, giggling softly as her eyes opened.

Those little eyes caused him so much more pain than anything in this world...

"Baby Hana." He whispered as he ran a hand through her inky blue-black hair. Those little eyes stared up at him in wonder and a curious excitement that forced him to place a kiss atop her little head.

Those little lavender eyes would most likely haunt him for the rest of his life, and this was a torment he had to deal with for as long as he lived.

-:-:-:-

A yawn escaped her lips and she stretched with a smile. Her shirt lifted off of her skin to show a pink scar that would only honestly be noticeable if you looked closely. The tiny mar in her skin went unnoticed to her as she pulled her shirt off and searched through her wardrobe to find a new set of clothes for the day. She was going to go see her friend today. Her lavender eyes shined brilliantly as she dressed herself swiftly and rushed out of her room.

She rushed down the hallway, past her father, who waved at her slightly as she rushed past. Hanabi grinned at her older sister and waved exuberantly at her as well. Something caught her eye in the family room of her home as she rushed past. A smile caught her lips once more as she looked at the painting of the woman... the clan founder. Hanabira hyuuga, or as most people had called her, Hana. Her inky Blue black tresses fell around her in a manner that only suited her as a Hyuuga. No other Hyuuga could pull of the elegant yet rugged look that Hanabira had. Her long hair spiked out at the ends and her bangs spiked out in a similar manner.

She was beautiful in every picture Hinata had ever seen, and Hinata could see herself in her. Hinata supposed that was a confidence booster considering they looked alike. Hinata then turned on her heel and begun running once more, the wind whipping around her as she vanished from her time once again. The moment she appeared, she was still slightly running. She skidded to a stop and the man she rushed up on offered a brilliant smile as he hugged her.

"My beautiful Hyuuga friend." He greeted, his little brother grinning up at her as well. "How are the two of you today, Izanagi? Hikaru?" she asked, and they began to quote in great detail of their adventures since the last time they had seen her. She couldn't be happier in this moment. They were doing well. She grinned and began complimenting them on their bravery for their adventures. She loved going to the past. It was always nice. 

Although, she couldn't help but feel like something else was calling out to her. Something deeper in the past called out to her, but she was unsure as to what it was. She smiled to herself. She supposed one day she would figure out what was calling to her, but she knew it wasn't today. She looked up to the sky and smiled. "Hinata-chan, isn't it about time you should head home?" Izanagi asked seeing a certain dark haired woman that Hinata would often avoid like her life depended on it and she nodded. "Yes, I suppose so." She sighed softly as she turned to see the woman heading their direction. The woman was tall and beautiful, with long black hair and the tell-tell Hyuuga eyes.

The one and only Hanabira Hyuuga. 

Hinata smiled at them once more before she turned to walk away. "One day, Hinata-chan, you will marry me." He called after her jokingly. "Maybe one day, Izanagi-kun." She said as she took off, avoiding the gaze of the Hyuuga woman as she did so.

As soon as she was out of sight, Izanagi turned and looked around. Something felt odd. Very odd. He couldn't find Hikaru. He narrowed his eyes and took off into the nearby woods where he could sense his brother's chakra. He took off deeper into the woods, the trees thickening the further he delved. His eyes became frantic as he heard a resounding scream. He burst out into a small clearing that had a cave. He rushed into the cave, only for the entrance to slam shut behind him. He turned to face whoever had appeared before him and his eyes went wide as the man stood. Before he could even defend himself, a kunai planted itself in the center of his chest.

"It would do you well not to touch that woman." He said and Izanagi fell to his knees as he saw blaring red eyes clash with his own. Blood burst from between his lips as he strangled out a reply. "She is my wife after all." the man said, his head propped up on his wrist now from where he had sat back in his throne, the contraption behind him connecting itself to him once more. 

"M-Madara... Uchiha..." those were Izanagi's last words as he fell face first into the ground before the unsympathetic man, his younger brother lay across the room from him, his throat slit. Madara sighed and cleared his throat as the odd white being eat the two Uchiha males, but not before asking Madara permission first. Madara sighed once more and rubbed the bridge of his nose, the oncoming headace was a given.

He had read up on the Hyuuga clan, and every bit of it had begun to make sense to him now. The reason Butsuma senju had chased her for so long and so diligently. It all made since after a while. She was something of a time traveler, due to her clan. He wasn't exactly sure as to what caused the deformity in the woman to be able to traverse time as easily as she opened a door, but he was glad to have met her. His eyes landed on the young Uchiha male that lay in an induced slumber across the room. Obito Uchiha. He had plans for the young man, even though the young man didn't know what they were. The young man clearly thought Madara was here to help him now.

That wasn't even the slightest bit true. Madara thought of the young girl, Rin Nohara. A sinister smirk crossed his lips as his eyes landed on the young man once more. It was a shame he had to kill her and make the young man watch. The child had loved her, but it was all part of the plan. He had no choice, in all reality. Madara closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was alright. Mentally and emotionally sound. Or so he'd trained himself to feel as such.

He had to be ok if he ever wanted to see her again. There was no other choice but to be ok after the thought of it. His eyes crossed the room and landed on the young man once more. This young Uchiha would get to see his Rin again one day, but for now... she had to die. And he himself... a small smile crossed his lips at the thought. He would one day see his own beloved again. He would get to see all of them again. He would once more roam the woods with Hinata by his side... once more he would come home to see his mother, father, and younger brothers... all of them, not just Izuna...

The smile vanished from his lips and he looked at the boy with a slightly guilty stare. But first...

He had to destroy the boy.

He had to destroy him and make it seem like his best friend had done so. He had to physically and emotionally break the boy. And from his experience... that wasn't going to be too hard. His eyes slipped shut once more as a small smile graced his lips. Yes... he would get what he wanted. He would see his wife and family once more even if it were the last thing he ever did. And this young boy was the key to it all.

"Just wait a little longer, my beloved. I will see you again."