Summary: A series of violent rapes and murders targeting long, dark haired, young women have caught the attention of the Hokage. Her plan? Use a qualified, long, dark haired kunoichi as bait. The only one that fits the criteria? Hinata. NaruHina.

Warning: Rated M. Contains violence, rape, cursing, sex and murder.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or anything associated with it. That belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. (However I believe I have a claim to the idea I wrote about).

White Kunai

Prologue

A young woman walked alone down the isolated path. Her long, brown hair hung limp and she wiped her hands against her wet cheeks, smearing the once immaculate makeup on her face. The steady clicking of her new, shiny, red stilettos was the only thing to break the silence of the night. She stumbled forward and cursed silently to herself when one of the heels broke. She bent down uncomfortably against the strain of her new tight but modest dress and snapped the heel of the other shoe.

"Stupid, stupid," she muttered to herself. "Stood up. Again," she let out an angry sob and tossed the broken heels at the side of the road. Why do I even bother? He's probably out fucking some whore. She thought vehemently. Two years gone to waste. She looked up at the clouds darkening the moon and let the tears run freely down her face. I gave everything to him. Her eyes snapped open and a fierce look crossed her face. It doesn't matter. I will get through this.

A violent wind tore through the night and she hugged her shawl closer around her. She continued on her trek down the lonely road and shivered. She glanced behind her. It felt as though someone was watching her. She took a shuddering breath and walked faster.

Breathing.

And not her own.

Her eyes flicked around and her senses heightened at the rush of adrenaline that filled her with the new found fright she felt. But there was no one around.

She stopped.

Silence.

She was about to take a step when she heard a tell tale sound of footsteps behind her. She whirled around, wishing she hadn't thrown the heel, a potential weapon, away. Her eyes darted this way and that but she saw no one.

The clouds finally fully engulfed the moon.

She turned around and walked into something soft. She let out a scream that was quickly cut short as someone placed their hand against her mouth roughly. She stared into the face of her attacker. He, she was sure it was a he, was wearing, from what she could tell, all white. A white mask donned his face. How did he get here? So quickly. And so silently?

"Don't scream," he commanded. "Scream and you're dead."

She felt something sharp against her back and whimpered. "Please…" she said hoarsely, her throat raw from crying. A ninja?

"Sh, sh, sh," he whispered, placing a finger on her lips. "Don't cry. It'll be over soon." He traced her lips with his gloved hands.

"Stop," she croaked.

The mans eye glinted and his voice hardened. "Not one more word," he ran his hands through her long, brown hair and she saw him smile. His mask covered everything but his eyes and lips. "What beautiful hair…" he said, "and done so nicely. Special night I presume?" he looked at her ruined make-up and sighed. "What man would leave such a pretty, young thing like you on a nice night like this? Ah well, his loss is my gain I suppose."

With that, he gripped her hair and yanked, dragging her into the trees nearby. She let out a howl of pain, which he quickly silenced by tying a long piece of white fabric against her mouth. "What did I say about screaming? Scream and you're dead." The young woman whimpered. The white clothed man ran his fingers down the length of her body and she shuddered. "What a tight dress…" he whispered. "Shame it covers so much."

There was a glint of something shiny and the woman's eyes widened as she suddenly felt cold air against her bare skin. He tore my dress! "Hm, this is better. This I can work with," the man said, running his eyes against her exposed body. She tried to shrink away from his gaze. He leaned down and kissed her roughly, tangling his fingers against her hair and feeling and squeezing her body with the other hand. Tears ran freely down the brunettes' cheeks as she fought to escape and struggled to call for help.

Down the isolated path a man dressed in white bent down to pick up two broken heels. His crisp and clean clothing were rubbed in dirt and had specks of red on them. "Well she certainly won't be needing these anymore." With heels in hand the man headed into the trees. He navigated through the dark silently and approached a clearing where a lovely brunette lay. He placed the broken shoes on her pale feet, got up and looked at his work in admiration. "Yes, this will get some attention."

He left the scene leaving nothing but the defiled, pale, corpse of a young, heartbroken woman with a white kunai sticking out of her heart.

Stay tuned for more!

Sorry this is short; it's only the prologue after all. The main characters will be in the next chapter! Promise.
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-Magma E.