UnHoly Desires

Chapter One

A/N: Back with another SASUTEN! I'm honestly obsessed with this pairing. Pure smexiness! As always it's the reviews that count, if you don't review then I'll not update anytime soon. XD

The fetid heat of the sub-way station was not something she was used to. Her body had become so accustomed to the icy chill that pervaded the nunnery that it was hard to adjust to this sudden climatic difference. She could feel her white linen dress start wilting as the humidity reached out and wrapped her in an insufferable embrace. She could imagine just how much her attire made her stood out in the crowd of denim and t-shirts but at the moment that didn't matter to her. Today was a day to celebrate the happiness that had always been far-fetched and short-lived. Today was her emancipation...

The world beyond those iron gates had seemed so close yet so far away. It had been forbidden grounds; foreign territory, unexplored yet full of adventures. For as long as she could remember, she had been drawn to whatever it was that laid beyond the big black gate which alienated her from the rest of the world. Ever since she was six years old, she was forced to take up residence inside the vicinity of that hell which they referred to as a nunnery. And while she was very grateful to the sisters who had taken her in, she couldn't help but feel miserable at the same time.

Fifteen years was too a long time to be kept cooped up within those grey walls, away from the rest of civilization. She hadn't a clue as to what the world beyond the iron gates had to offer. But she had always been curious...yes she was intrigued. She had never ventured into the outside world before simply because there was never a reason to. Every little aspects of her life were taken care of internally whether it had been medical, educational or recreational. So there was never really any need to leave campus, not that the sisters who prohibit it.

Sisters who were granted the privilege of stepping beyond the gates that alienated them from the civil society often came back with tales to tell. Tenten had been so taken with these stories of adventure that it soon became frustrating having realized that she hadn't tales of her own to tell.

It didn't take long for her to start hating the place she had grown to call home. It no longer held all the joys it once did when she had been a child. It felt like a prison; a stifling snare where the life was sucked out of you only to be replaced by self-pity and self-hate. If only the sisters could hear her thoughts right now. They'd rile at her for committing such a moral sin; by being so negative. But who could blame her gloomy demeanour?

The warmth no longer resided inside the place, leaving not only the aura but those who dwelled in it to feel bare, bitter and cold. She had to get out; she couldn't bare the mental, physical or spiritual manipulation anymore, the bland tasting food and the overly disciplined sisters.

She hesitated for a moment, seriously contemplating turning back to beg for forgiveness. But that would just be one wrong decision so many.

The immaculate nails of one hand ran through her loose waist-length thick brown hair. Her pure, chaste, childlike chocolate eyes narrowed as she looked around her. The faint sound of old folks playing guitars and singing love songs gave the subway a blissful ambience which she took great joy in. It was by far the most divine piece of music she had ever heard; as she was only familiar with the sound of that dusty old orphan and the pitchy tones of those vocally challenged nuns that were a sorry excuse for a choir.

She felt a cold sadness settle within her heart, all those years, being separated from all this... the world. As she slid across into a seat an empty smile found its way onto her face. Sweat plastered her clothing to her body making her feel slightly disgusted, but it wasn't enough to deter her number one priority—getting as far away as she could from proximity of that wretched place of bondage; her destination unknown.

She grimaced when a very strange and choking smell began to flood into her lungs. Apparently not everything about the outside world was pleasant; but it sure as hell beats the smothering atmosphere that lurked within the walls of the nunnery. She blinked and looked up to find the source of that intoxicating odour—a man... Tenten gasped; she had never been so close to one before.

"Is there a problem?" he looked down at her and asked coldly. His voice was hard and unpleasant. She tilted her head to see him more clearly, but the bright ceiling light behind him was burning into eyes and making it impossible to get a good look at him. What she saw however, she definitely did not like. She had never seen many men in her short life but there was just something about this one that stroked her as shockingly disturbing. He was tall and broad-shouldered, and he smelled—she wrinkled her nose delicately—he smelled of tobacco and male sweat. It was not so much that it was an unpleasant combination; it was more that it was somehow threatening.

Tenten's chin rose, "Excuse me?"

"I'm sure that I'm not standing in your way."

There was battered, wide-brimmed hat pulled down over his eyes—not that she could see them anyways, she thought looking at the dark, mirrored sunglasses he wore. The bottom half of his face bristled with white stubble; that was rather strange, he barely looked older that herself. How could he possibly be going grey already? And—yes, she thought, wrinkling her nose again—of course, there was something clutched in his teeth. As it appeared, it was where that very foul smell was being emitted.

She shook her head in dismissal and stared ahead aware that behind his shades his eyes were boring holes in her.

"It's impolite to stare," she said, anger flashing in her eyes. Still he continued to stare her down. She drew a deep breath. "What do you want?"

The man reached out and grasped her arms roughly, his fingers rasping through her thin silk dress to the skin beneath. "You're coming with me," he growled.

Tenten's heart thumped, "What?"

"Pein must be out of his mind," he muttered to himself running his eyes idly over his shuddering victim. "I can't see what he wants with you."

Don't let him frighten you, Tenten told herself. This is broad daylight. You're on public transportation. He couldn't possibly harm you.

"Do you see all those men in uniform up front?" she asked calmly. "If you don't let go of me, I'm going to scream."

He laughed softly, "Be my guest."

She titled her head back and looked into his face, watching her reflection in his mirrored lenses. "I'll give you five seconds to let go of me," she said. "One. Two. Three..."

A muscle twitched at the corner of his mouth. The man's grip tightened. "Is that supposed to impress me?"

"Let me go!" she stomped.

"You don't strike me as someone capable of breaking out of play-pen even if the gates were wide open," he held her firmly against his lean structure, not caring that the passengers were eyeing them both curiously. "But it sure as hell makes my job a lot easier now that you have managed to get out without my aid."

What was he talking about? How did he know her? How did he know about her escaping the compound? Who was this man?

"Let me go, you pervert!" she tugged on her arm but she was powerless against his iron grip.

"You've got quite a vocabulary for a woman who's supposed to be a saint," the man marvelled. She felt his fingers tighten for an instant and then his hand fell away. "I'm sure you know your way. Don't be late," he said softly, and he took a step back.

Tenten used this as an opportunity to shoulder past him, winding her way around the other passengers—her heart thudding erratically. She was right; leaving was a bad idea, she thought risking a glance over her shoulder and breathed a sigh of relief. The man was gone, vanished as quickly as he'd appeared. She paused and looked behind her again. She could still feel the imprint of his hand on her; still hear the harsh strength of his voice. Tenten's footsteps quickened, the further she was away from that man the better. But what was he talking about?

When she got off the subway, it was already dusk and she was still clueless as to where she was headed. She found herself walking along narrow, thick-smelling alleyways. A sudden chill settled on her and she felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up. An arm snaked around her shoulders, and pulled her in a loose embrace. Hot, beery breath floated into her face.

Tenten's turned quickly and found herself staring into a pair of green eyes.

"Excuse me?" Tenten said with a strained smile. There was no answering voice; instead, she felt a hand move quickly across her hip, the touch slowing on her buttocks. "Hey," she pushed free of the encircling arm, which slipped to her waist and held her. "What are you...?"

She found herself standing face to face with a pair of dark eyes and a wide grin which revealed blackened teeth and swollen gums. His eyes were on her, moving across her breast and her hips like snakes slithering in grass. She flushed and turned away at the man's lewd laughter. She was suddenly vastly aware of her surroundings. The alley stretched on interminably, shadowy and narrow, its shuttered windows and closed doorways seeming like sightless eyes and sealed mouths that would remain frighteningly indifferent to all pleas for help.

A muffled sound caught in her throat and her heart began to pound—leaving had been a bad idea. How stupid of her to think that she could actually survive life outside the compound—curiosity didn't kill this cat, it was stupidity.

"Let go of me," she said quietly. Don't let him frighten you she told herself, forcing herself to meet his eyes.

The man laughed, "I haven't had someone as pretty as you since I was fifteen," the man whispered, and Tenten's head swivelled as an arm wound around her shoulders. There were two of them! As she stared into the slack-jawed faces, one nodded almost imperceptibly to the other, and they began to drag her along between them. She had heard the sisters talk about men like these; the ones that used females for the sole purpose of engaging in fornication, adultery and other sexual immoralities.

"Looks like Santa granted us an early Christmas present this year," the one on the right chuckled.

She dug her sandaled feet into the dirt street, but it was useless. She was being led further into the alley. And there was no one looking, no one watching, no one to see what became of her. This is ridiculous she thought angrily.

The man on her left laughed, "She's getting hers early too," he grinned, leaning towards her. Tenten drew away from his rank breath as he bent towards her, and his corner of his kiss landed wetly on the corner of her mouth. She grimaced as a trickle of saliva threaded across her cheek.

"Stop it," she begged and began to struggle in desperation.

The man to her right cupped his hand across her mouth and said in a low, coarse whisper. "I'm going to fuck you silly." Tenten moaned against her captor's filthy hand. She was unfamiliar with that the term fuck but the meaning was clear. And judging from the way he was staring at her, she knew she hadn't misunderstood his statement.

They had turned down another alley now; the smell of urine and beer filled her nose and throat and made her gag.

"Don't worry, you'll love it," one of the man whispered. She couldn't identify which of the two had spoken.

She was slammed back against a wall and both men were standing in front of her, grinning drunkenly. Then in the space of a heart beat they were both on her. Their hot breath was on her face and neck and their hands were at her breast and buttocks, pulling at her clothing, grasping and hurting. Tenten kicked out blindly and one of her attackers gave a muffled curse. An arm encircled her throat and she gasped for breath.

"Bitch!" one of them gave out, pressing his body against hers. "You will pay for that."

In the midst of all the chaos, Tenten whispered a prayer asking for forgiveness and deliverance from the misfortunate which had suddenly stumbled upon her poor soul.

Suddenly, she was free of the man weight. She heard him cry out, heard the other man's voice in answering echo, and her eyes opened wide.

The man, who had confronted her on the subway earlier, was holding her assailants by the scruff of their necks, shaking them as if they were sacks of dirty laundry. He tossed one of them aside and the he took off without a backward glance. The one who had kissed her earlier was thrown on the ground clutching his stomach while the man bent over him and fed him with his fist. Tenten winced when she heard the crack of flesh against bone.

"Stop it," she shouted, clutching his arm. "You'll kill him."

"That's exactly what I'm fucking planning to do," the man growled, but he straightened up and the man scrambled to his feet and ran off, his arms wrapped around his middle. "If I see you again; you're dead!" The man yelled. He then turned to Tenten. "Hey don't pass out on me now!"

"I'm fine," but even as she spoke those words she felt herself sagging towards him, and his arms closed tightly around her.

"Relax," he urged, cupping the back of her head and bringing her face to rest on his chest. Tenten closed her eyes and buried her face in his shirt, drinking the smell of sweat and God knows what else as if it were perfume, hearing his heartbeat thud steady and strong beneath her ear, knowing that she was safe within his embrace. She took one long shuddering breath, then another but it suddenly wasn't enough to ease the frantic rush of blood in her veins or the unsteady beat of her heart. And before he or she knew it, she was falling into a world of oblivion.

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