Indra held Hinata's unconscious body as he stepped into the moon. There was a shadow of darkness on his face as he strode in the village to see Hamura with elders, or most accurately what was left of them waiting for them.
Of course they were. He had done something Hamura had strictly forbidden. Letting Hinata meet her original host. A blunder that could possibly make the original host take over Hinata's body. He guessed, they knew because Hinata's chakra would not stop leaking. It had made their travels a little harder as his chakra would not stop reacting to hers. And considering the fact that some of the clan members had left immediately when he came, he guessed they felt the same.
He grasped her even harder. Agitating. Her chakra was agitating and it was making him feel even more restless. Mainly, because her chakra was so piercing and it was naturally beckoning all their chakra. Taking control and feeding off them and at the same time repelling them.
It stung.
Indra, had never felt something like this. But considering Hinata's condition, he could tell his problems couldn't even compare to hers. Dammit. He had made a mistake, and worst of all he didn't regret it.
Indra looked forward and stared at Hamura who for the first time, had a small change of expression. His chakra -Indra also noted- was flickering more than anyone and it was making everyone, including himself nervous. He could also see Toneri clutching his arms in pain but still standing and looking at the girl in his arms. Indra twitched at that.
Puppy love. How useless.
"Take the princess and clean her" one of the elders commanded, his voice strained and Indra's arms clenched tighter on the child in his arms, who's kimono was covered in blood stains. His fault. His fault. Indra couldn't help but think as he stared at Hinata. Her face was extremely pale and she looked like she would slip away any minute. It scared him.
"Indra follow me to my office, everyone else is dismissed" Hamura stated calmly, his chakra showing he was anything by that.
Everyone immediately made themselves scarce, whilst Indra followed Hamura. The Otsutsuki sat down and stared at him, whilst Indra felt his heart skip a beat. There was something so unnerving about those pupil less eyes.
The way Hamura's eyes always stared at him, as if he could see through everything and everyone. It was uncomfortable. Horrible. And it made him feel weak, made him feel like he was back in those years when he had all he glory and love, and yet his father looked at him with nothing, but sad eyes full of disappointment. Stripping him bare, of everything he could never be and everything he was.
Indra hated it.
He hated Hamura for it. But at the same time, he appreciated the man for it. It was exactly what he needed, but what he never wanted yet only pretended to.
An avoidant attachment, that's what everyone labeled it, when they classified the Uchiha in Konohagakure. Indra agreed, and he abhorred that. And he hated that he hated it too.
Why was it always easier for him to be just hateful and angry? Why couldn't he be as strong as them, positive, kind? Why couldn't he also want to change this darkness in him? Why did he never stop pondering. It was useless and yet, Indra wouldn't stop.
Hamura took out a scroll and sprayed blood from his necklace to it. Seals were truly such a magnificent art. It was a shame, his little descendant didn't have the affinity towards them.
"Tell me Indra what do you see?" Hamura asked, his tone colder observing Indra who looked at the scroll.
"It's black"
