Fallen Prophecy

It's been hours, seven long grueling hours, that he's been assigned to keep an eye on Hanabi and despised every minute of it. Apparently, the higher ups believed her faith had become...questionable.

He frowned. Annoyed, Neji inconspicuously tailed behind the young woman now. His eyes narrowed in displeasure when he watched her sneak uneasy glances around her from afar causing him to swiftly duck behind a wall. Peaking his head out, he saw her then walked up the dozens of stairs to the the entrance of the library.

He suppressed a sigh. He didn't know what idiotic thing she had planned but surely must be disgraceful one if she headed to this library of all places. This library had all there was of knowledge of angel and demons and the origins of creation itself

Straightening himself out, he casually trailed up the stairs. Pushing the glass doors opened, he examined the lobby like room. A help-station that had two happy low-classed angels gossiping behind a counter to his right and a cafe pastry noisily blending and brewing drinks to his left. Neji ignored the warm aroma of caffeine and scanned for Hanabi.

Where was she?

He walked to the service station and interrupted the two speaking workers. "Excuse me, have you two seen a browned haired woman come in?"

The short black haired of the two quickly nodded and brightly smiled "Oh yes, she stopped here a few moments ago asking help For directions in finding a particular topic."

"Which topic was that?"

The cheerful woman pouted. "sorry, sir, but our library policy gives each of our Angels confidentiality in what they read or reasearch. I can't release any type of info unless-"

Interrupting her, Neji showed the women his tattooed arm, which had a engravings of the word 'guardian.' Both women gasped.

He frowned. "Don't let the green marking on my forehead fool you. I'm not low-classed but a Angel warrior. I have full authority in demanding you to tell me what and where Hanabi Hyuuga went."

Green forehead markings were permanent engravings that expose ones low-class level in the Angel ranks. Neji's is the lowest but with sweat and determination he worked his way up the juctice ladder, way up. Now he is a guardian warrior. the forehead mark cannot be removed but the tattoo on this arm proudly showed his new status.

"Yes, forgive me, Mr. guardian," quickly said the woman with a quick bow, "She was looking for some specific Demon Fiction somewhere on the third floor at east wing of the library."

Neji kept his face perfectly emotionless. "Demon fiction? What exactly does that entail?"

"She wanted to know if there was a way to destroy a demon's contract. Obviously that's impossible but the girl was pretty stubborn about the paper's topic."

He became coldly rigid. His dark aura made the two girl angels tense and step away from him. "Is something wrong Mr. Guardian?" Asked the second Angel, who finally spoke after being quiet during this entire conversation.

Neji closed his eyes and pinched his nose in frustration. It had been over a month and Hanabi was still beyond infatuated in getting Hinata back. Foolish woman. He dropped his hand to instead cross his arms over his chest "No, I'm fine. Is there any material on such topic?"

"No. At least none with proven facts. There might be like give or take about two books there but only talking about what ifs and what coulds, basically those books are just filled with theoretical scenarios. That's why I sent her to the demon fiction section."

"Thank you for your cooperation."

"Yes, mr. Guardian," said one and the other nodded in return.

Turning around, he walked further into the library, making his way to the third floor. He couldn't control the dark aura radiating off of him.

Hanabi, you foolish foolish woman.

Fallen Prophecy

Once open a time, there is a vicious war being fought between Angels and Demons on earth. Angels were self righteous and faithful following beings. Demons, on the other hand, were selfish tricksters that only followed their own made up rules. No matter how many times they've fought, Angels always had the winning upper hand. But prophecy written on stone dictates a horrible truth. A weak Angel will soon turn dark and Her betrayal being the tool to strengthen what the demons needed all along.

Angels will fall.

Demons will rule.

Angels knew once it was written in stone, nothing could prevent it from occurring. But that didn't stop them from attempting to stop this from happening. So they waited, observing all of their Angels trying to find the 'weakest.' Hinata, a high rank angel, was anonymously voted to be that traitorous one the prophecy speaks about.

Without letting Hinata know all of the details other than the fact of her becoming a future traitor, they banished her and took away her wings. They sent her falling into the nine tailed demon's territory, knowing full well this monster of nine was a unforgivable and volatile demon. They hoped he would have killed her.

The Angels were unable to commit the murdering act themselves because Hinata was a high ranked Angel and those in that rank can only be killed once done something wrong.

Unfortunately for them, the plan backfired. Naruto, the disgraceful being, binded Hinata to a contract. It seemed the prophecy was that much closer to being completed.

Fallen Prophecy

She stared at the blood that stained her hands, It ran like rivers down her trembling arms. Funny, how easy the actual act it was to kill but mentality, it was destructive. Her smiling lips involuntarily shook. Strong lethal arms wrapped themselves around her small waist, pushing her back to a solid hard chest. The demon was comforting her and frighteningly his 'kind' gesture was the only thing anchoring her crumbling sanity together.

"You did good," his whispering lips congratulated into her ear. He kissed her cheek, neck, and anything he could reach. "You're so beautiful. Amazing. You're perfect."

Her voice cracked. "I-I-I'm a murder."

"No, You killed a murder."

She shook her head as her body began hyperventilating. She vigourusly rubbed her two stained hands together, as if that would wash away the diabolic sin she had just committed. "My family w-was right to banish me. Look at what I have become! I-I'm a monster who sold her soul to a demon! I'm a human k-killer!"

Naruto's arms tightened his hold, restrainting her shaking body closer to his dark warmth. "Hinata."

"I-I have to stop myself before I do anything worse. The prophecy mustn't come true. I won't become some monster!"

"Hina- shit. Hinata! Calm the fuck down!" Hinata stopped at his authoritative command. He let her go and turned her around to let her face all 6 foot tall of him. "Listen to me. You're family rejected you! None of this would have happened if they believed in you in the first place. They fucked up, not you. You, what your doing now, is 100 times more good then anything your shitty ass family has Ever done. You are stopping rapists and killers from going around and jacking up innocents' lives. You are a hero!"

"A-a hero?" She slowly shook her head in disagreement and looked down at her bloody fingertips.

These tainted hands took a life away, a living being that had blood running in their veins and a pulsing heart. To think of what she just committed was hardly believeable. Hinata, even as a angel, had never killed for the word of God. Her angelic family saw her too weak to assign her a mission and deep inside she was thankful for it. She could never go through with the horrid act. But now, this demon made her do the in-despicable, making her break one of the Angels biggest laws, 'Never kill unless Faith orders so.'

And she did.

She had truly become a demon herself.

Naruto must of seen her drowning in self hate because His callused hands immediately grasped her sinful ones, interlocking them. His red eyes, so dark that they were practically black, harshly glared at her own with such unforgiving intensity. "Don't forget why you're doing this, Hinata. Don't make me have to remind you. "

Dreaded retched memories, from long ago, that she desperately wished to forget were brought up in her mind. She vigourusly shook her head, knowing she couldn't bear witnessing a rape scene again. This human she just murdered was a rapist as well who committed similar violating acts on innocents.

"Good," he firmly stated. "This little shit deserved what he had coming to him. No need to feel guilty." Naruto brought their clasped hands to his lips, giving it a quick kiss. The blood on her hands stained his peach covered lips, which unfazed him. Instead he sensually licked the red substance as his hooded eyes continued to gaze at her.

"Hinata. You're my hero."

What was worse, Hinata felt her heart skip a beat. His encouraging words and constant affection were tearing down her guarding walls.

She blushed.

Oh heavens no, she blushed.

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author note-This is still up for adoption. I'm not quite sure where my sudden urge to write this chapter came from but here ya go! Also so you know, i didn't show/write how long Naruto struggled to get Hinata to do what she just did. Basically it's a big time skip.