One Year Later: Day Before the big speech
"Dead."
"Wait. What? It's not true." said a girl with pale lavender eyes and a quivering lip.
"Hinata, " a kunoichi with long, black hair said," but your mom's dead."
Young Hinata fell to her knees with tears in her eyes upon hearing those words. 'How did this happen? And right when she was about to give her see-' Little Hinata froze before she could finish her sentence and looked up at the lady. "Can I look at the crime scene?" Her tears stopped abruptly and was switched with a serious and determined look. 'She ended up dying the day before the big speech. The speech that would create equality. The speech that so many people (males) didn't want to happen. Someone did this and I need to find out who.'
"I'm afraid that I can't do that I mean, you're just a child," The shinobi said softly.
"Just want to visit her room, one last time." She lied, she just wanted to look for clues.
The woman's eyes softened as she let the young Hyuga go to see her mothers room. She watched as Hinata looked around and dug into her pockets then froze.
With a sweeping motion Hinata turned around and said, "Can I please have some time alone in here?" Another lie.
The woman looked at her then to her pockets and walked away.
Once hearing the door shut Hinata turned around and took out little baggies. As she was walking around she was looking for anything that might be out of place but found nothing she decided to do a sketch of the scene. When she was drawing the table she noticed something odd, a wine glass.
'My mom only drinks sake if she's under serious stress, everyone in the house knew that. And why wouldn't she be doing that so close to the day of the speech, I mean it's obvio-'. It's obvious were the only two words going through her head. Finally she stood up and walked over to the glass. She picked it up and smelt it. 'Poison. Someone knew that she would start stress drinking and took advantage of that by putting poison in her drink! But who? All the maids and servants were loyal-weren't they?'
Suddenly the door swung open as Hinata put the bottle of sake and the cup into two separate bags. The lady walked in and looked around for Hinata. Hinata quickly put the bags back into her pocket, finally looking up when she heard the woman talk.
"Well you may have been wondering why I'm here..."
"Wait a second why are you here?" little Hinata said with her little finger pointing at the lady accusingly.
The woman looked at Hinata with a perplexed face and sighed, "I was in the group your mom made, The Konuichis of Katan, and she feared that something like this would happen so she told me her cocerns and to take you into my care if her suspitions came to light."
"How did she know something like this would happen?" The tiny Hyuga asked with a questioned face.
"Hinata, the Konuichi's had a lot of friend but we also ha a lot of enemies- who knew about the speech." The lady paused and said," But you don't have to worry about that for now. I know you wee trying to look for clues in here."
Hinata silently hated on herself for being so careless.
"Anyways, my little Hinata, let us go." The woman started to walk away then froze, "By the way you can call me Kurenai Yuhi, don't worry about the case, just because others don't think that this case needs to be investigated we'll just have to solve. But we also have to wait until you grow a little bit taller, okay?"
Hinata looked at the lady with tears forming at the thought of leaving her beloved home but nodded anyway and grabbed the ladies hand and walked out of the house. The last time she'll probably ever step into that house for a while.
Don't worry mama I'll bring your killer to justice
Little Hina shall hold onto the promise until her last breath.
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