What You Wish For [Complete]

The Cage

Chapter Three: The Cage

"Get up!" Ansei groaned, but before he could open his eyes, a foot impacted his side. "I said get up!" the voice snapped again.

"Yeah, yeah," the boy grumbled, rolling off his pallet on the ground. He yawned and looked up at the stern face of his grandfather. "What time is it?"

"Three thirty," the old man snapped. "You're late."

"I have a mission," Ansei protested as he scrambled out of his night clothes and replaced them with his training garb.

"That's exactly why you are getting up this early. You need to train,"

Ansei ran his hand down his long white and black hair, all the while glaring at his grandfather. He turned to his mirror and sighed before placing a bandage over the green curse mark on his forehead. "Let's go, then," he snapped. He tried to push past the elderly man, but was grabbed. He winced as the pressure threatened to break his arm.

"Know your place, boy," he snapped. Ansei ripped his arm out of Hiashi's grip. The two glared at each other, Byakugan locked with Byakugan. After a moment, the elder tore his gaze away from the teenager. Ansei smirked and turned away from his grandfather.

"I know my place," Ansei answered with a smirk. "You might do well to learn yours." He didn't even expect the curse mark to be used, even though the old man could use it whenever he wanted. The boy scoffed and headed for the yard where his trainer would be waiting for him. He was too important to injure, even if he was treated like a slave in their family. He could get away with mouthing off to them because they couldn't kill him. They needed him far more than he needed them. The mark was merely a formality. It had scared him once. Now, he bore it proudly, as a symbol of how weak they truly were.

They couldn't cage a phoenix.

Ansei stepped into the training field to face his uncle. "Hello, father," he said with a slight smirk.

"You don't have to call me that here," the man muttered.

"I don't have to call you that anywhere," Ansei pointed out. The older Hyuuga sighed deeply.

"I suppose you're right. Let's go, then." The two lunged for each other.

Ansei was fierce in everything he did. Hyuuga were known for their elegant fighting style and their control. Watching them was almost like watching dancers. The beauty of Ansei's attacks were not only the light-footed, dance-like movements, but also the power they concealed in them. A tap from that boy could send a grown man flying back several meters. Ansei was a prodigy in the purest sense of the word, surpassing even Neji's raw talent. His attacks could be so powerful and broad, he could use his chakra to blow buildings to bits, or shatter a chakra system, or precise enough to severe a single capillary in the wrist. The boy was truly terrifying.

His uncle stumbled back after a particularly difficult training spar, but Ansei wasn't finished. He lunged at his uncle, even after the man had called that he was finished. Before he could hit, however, blinding pain exploded in his head, turning his vision white. Ansei screamed and dropped to his knees, clawing at his bi-colored hair, ripping his scalp. Are they finally going to kill me?! he thought as he fell onto his side, howling.

Just as quickly as the pain started, it ended, leaving him gasping on the ground, shaking violently. When his vision finally faded back to reality, he looked up to see his great grandfather staring down at him. "Hiashi has been far too soft on you," the eldest Hyuuga snapped. "We may not be able to kill you, boy¸ but we can make you wish you were dead."