Blessed by Rain

1. Blinded

Thrashing about was all she could do.

The foreign shinobi—Kumor, her mind supplied (Their chakra was stoic and rocky much like the mountains they live on)—were chuckling, probably grinning from ear to ear as they leaped through the trees surrounding Konoha.

A scream had bubbled in her throat when she was first grabbed, but it had subsided and died almost immediately afterward.

Eventually, Hinata's little body tired out from all the fighting back. It was useless. Soon enough, she slumped forward in a defeated sort of way.

"Finally," The kunoichi that had been carrying the bag they stuffed her in huffed. "Ugh, it took you long enough you little shit."

A small whimper escaped Hinata's throat, one last response, although no one was awake or around to hear. It was too late, they had succeeded in taking her from the village. Nothing was stopping them from bringing her back to Kumo and stealing her Byakugan.

Few cries of pain were released as they roughly shoved her around. Hinata swore she heard multiple audible cracks, followed by a dull pain in her left arm and right leg.

Hinata stubbornly fought for consciousness, but when they dropped her and her head connected with a rock from outside the bag, Hinata's world grew darker.

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A hand was clamped on her mouth.

Resisting the urge to scream, Hinata's eyes flew open to take in the scene.

"Joku, Kira. Take care of the rogue nin." The lady that had been handling her—Hinata did not like her much—hissed at her two teammates.

The two nodded and dashed into the trees, while the lady just gripped Hinata tightly with a kunai in her hand, one that was almost as sharp as her grin.

The two remaining Kumo shinobi waited, expecting anyone to jump out and slit their throats. They were only partially correct.

Off in the distance, not to far away, came muffled yelling followed by a loud crack.

"Nagi..." The male turned to the leading kunoichi with concern swimming in his eyes.

"Shut up." Nagi snarled, eyed darting around the forest suspiciously. "They might hear you, idiot."

Kira returned, eyes wild with blood splatter on her face. "They snapped Joku's neck." She whispered. Nagi's back stiffened. "We have to run! I managed to kill one, but more are coming!"

Nagi glanced back at Hinata, who stared back fearfully. "Damn it." She cursed.

"Nagi, what do we do—"

"Shut up!" She snapped. Growling, she turned back to Hinata, raising her kunai slowly. "You'll only slow us down."

"Nagi..."

"If Kumo can't have your Byuakugan, then no one can!"

"Nagi, think about this—!"

In one swift motion, Nagi slashed Hinata's eyes. Kira gasped quietly, and Hinata could only wail as her hands flew to her eyes. A warm liquid dribbled down her face, and when it reached her mouth she was greeted with a frighteningly metallic taste. Blood.

The pain had struck her quickly, forcing Hinata to close her eyes a little too late. They burned. Burned. Hinata attempted to claw at her eyes, as if to somehow regain her vision but to no avail.

Distantly, in a detached sort of way, Hinata allowed her last sight to sear into her memory forever. The dark night sky, full of bright stars. Tall looming trees. Bright yellow, the color of Nagi's eyes.