Hiashi opened his eyes and saw that he was no longer in his room. From the looks (and smell) of it he was in some kind of abandoned factory or sewer. There were pipes coming out of ground and out of the walls. The floor was concrete and the walls had steel plates on them.
He then realized that he was in some kind of chair. His hands and legs were bound to it by chakra enhanced steel chains. His head was locked in place by a steel clamp that kept him from moving it. In fact, the only thing he could move was his mouth.
Then he saw something move towards him. It was two power drills moving towards him at eye level. Literally. Then a voice came on the speakers behind him.
"Hello Hyuga Hiashi. I want to play a game. Your whole life you have hurt others with your words. Your harshness has caused people to lose faith in themselves and because of that they have died on missions or have hurt their team's performances. Others have simply given up hope for themselves like your former daughter Hinata. Now, you must use your words to save yourself.
"In front of you are power drills that are set on a timer. When it reaches zero they will thrust forward and stop just before they penetrate your skull. The only thing that they will take is what your clan prides its self for, your eyes.
"The only way to stop this is to say something nice about Hinata. But it won't be that easy. Those chains that are binding you will let me know if you are lying. If they tell me that you are, one of the drills will shoot forward automatically.
"You have sixty seconds.
"Let the game begin."
With that, the drills came to life.
"Why should I believe this is real?" screamed Hiashi. "You want me to say something truthful? Fine then! Hinata is and always will be useless trash!" Like promised one of the drills shot forward and impaled his left eye. The head of the Hyuga clan screamed in pain.
"Tsk, tsk," said the voice. "One more try. Oh, by the way, you have thirty seconds left."
Hiashi moaned and cried as his precious seconds passed him by. His brain racked its self to find something nice to say about Hinata. Sadly, only one thing came to mind.
"Ah, she's a good dresser," he said.
"Sorry Hiashi," said the voice as the other drill headed for his right eye. "Not good enough." Hiashi screamed as his whole world went black.
Then he woke up.
"No more 'Saw' movie marathons before bed," said a panting Hiashi aloud.
Shortly after Hinata moved in with Yoruichi, Naruto decided to go and visit her to make sure that everything was all right. Naruto looked up her address and found out she lived in a penthouse apartment on the other side of the village.
"Why am I going with you again?" whined Anko and she walked behind Naruto. "I should be doing some target practice right now. Or getting back at that teme for stealing my dango!"
"I want you to meet Hinata so you can make another friend," said Naruto with a grin.
"Why do I need another friend?" she asked.
"Because I'm your only friend," deadpanned Naruto. Anko just sheepishly looked away.
About thirty minutes later the two of them stepped into a lobby that reminded them of the one from the first Matrix movie. (I could just describe it but I'm lazy.) They, of course, got the same treatment here as they did everywhere else.
"What are you two doing here?" demanded a security guard as he walked over to them.
"We're here to see Yoruichi-san and Hinata," said Naruto.
"Ya right," huffed the guard. "Now get out of here before I call some chunins."
"Just let us see her," demanded Anko. "What's the harm in that?"
"The guard paused and considered this. If they were lying he could throw them out or simply beat them himself. The worst that could come from this was a complaint from Yoruichi-san or a complaint about blood on the floor. However, if they were telling the truth and he kept them from seeing her, the purple haired woman would make sure he was in a butt load of pain and have no job. Hell might even get the Hokage involved.
"Fine," he said. "But if she has never seen you before you will get it. Do I make myself clear?" The two just nod.
-Later-