SPOILERS: Through Naruto chapter 342 and/or Naruto Shippūden episode 112/ the second year of Shippūden.
WARNING: This is M for many reasons—there's implied rape, violence, language, and adult situations. Sensitive and young readers should turn back now.
NOTES: This is the first time I've written a story like this. I feel kind of weird about doing such awful things to the characters, but I promise it'll all work out in the end. While many characters have had to painfully face their own inadequacies and grow up, Kiba is too minor to have had this happen to him in the series. I'll be putting him through a lot. Hopefully you'll enjoy how I have him grow.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Naruto.
CHOOSING FATE
Chapter 1: The Cycle of Hate
Hinata woke to the sound of chains and growling. Keeping her eyes shut, she took in her situation as best she could. She was standing with her arms and legs restrained by something exceptionally painful, and her back was against a rough, curved surface, probably a tree. It sounded like she was still in the woods and Akamaru was chained a few paces in front of her. Someone was muttering to her right—a man's voice, most likely her captor. There was no sound of Kiba. If he were awake but confined, he'd be spewing epithets at their enemy, so hopefully he was just unconscious nearby.
As she concentrated around the pain and began to take in these details, she recalled the last moments before she'd been knocked out. She and Kiba had been returning from delivering basic intelligence on Akatsuki along with a valuable gift to Iwagakure as part of Lady Tsunade's attempt to strengthen diplomatic ties with other Kage. They'd camped in the woods inside their own borders, and Hinata had been leading them for an hour or so since breakfast when she'd heard a crash and shout behind her. Activating her byakugan, the special vision of her family, she had glimpsed someone, but the figure was slumped against a tree trunk and seemed to be no threat. She'd turned to find Kiba worrying over his canine partner Akamaru; the great dog had been splayed across the ground. Landing beside Kiba, she'd tried to use her ocular jutsu to find the root of Akamaru's trouble then she'd been struck from behind.
They had not been given any special message or gift to return to their Kage, so there was a good chance this was an attempt to steal her family's abilities from her. But if that was the case, why was Akamaru still alive?
Summoning her chakra, she tried to concentrate it in her hands so she might break free of her restraints, but the more she tried to build power, the more it drained away and intensified the pain. It was a cold, burning numbness, like when leaving an icepack on too long but many times worse. The effort caused her body to shift, resulting in the clinking of chains.
"Ah, at last you're awake, my dear!"
Hinata's eyes flew open as horror coiled in her gut. Kiba was standing an arm's length away, grinning at her like a cat that had caught a canary. It was a decidedly unKibaish expression. "Kiba...?"
He reached out to pinch her cheek. "Oh, your little playmate isn't home right now." Pausing to thoughtfully tap his chin, he shrugged. "Of course, he's not the brightest bulb in the box, so maybe it's hard for you to tell." He laughed in a way that was completely alien to Kiba's voice and face. It was as though someone else was wearing Kiba like a costume, and it made her shudder.
"What do you want?" There was no point in prolonging whatever this was, and perhaps she would come up with some way out of it if she knew this person's plans.
"Revenge—what else? Your family wiped out mine, blah, blah, blah. You know how the story goes." He leaned close, as though confiding a secret. "You're probably wondering why I haven't just killed you three and taken your body to steal those much-sought-after Hyūga eyes of yours." He ran a finger along her left eyebrow then down her cheek. She fought to keep from flinching. "While I did consider taking one of your eyes to give to your enemies, I despise your clan so much that I'd rather not."
Straightening, he began to pace and use gestures to emphasize his ramble. "So I decided to do something worse. Why end your life when I can ruin it and the lives of those around you? Oh, this will cause such a fuss with your clan! Besides, my abilities are perfectly suited for the task."
As he spoke, she took in her surroundings. They were in a dry ravine covered by a thick canopy of trees. Given they'd been several hours from Konoha when they'd been attacked, it was unlikely they would be overheard, even if she screamed, and no one would consider them missing for several days. Akamaru was muzzled and chained to another tree, straining against his bonds. Beside him were their belongings, including their cloaks. It seemed their attacker really was intending to let them live. As reassuring as that might be, it didn't help her figure out a way to escape.
He turned back to her. "Mind you, I'd really wanted to do this with that blond you like so much, but he's always with some extra-powerful ninja or another." Sighing, he unzipped Kiba's jacket and lovingly ran his hands under his mesh shirt and across his perfectly toned chest, as though admiring a fine fabric. "Still, dog-boy here should do just fine."
It was then she noticed an oozing cut on Kiba's neck. "You've hurt him!"
"Oh, this?" Her captor touched the wound with a little smirk. "Let me assure you, he did this to himself. He took advantage of my difficulty with handling those chains. Seems he had a similar problem once before and tried to end himself in order to stop me." Nodding he smiled. "Even now, he struggles against my control—such language would chafe your delicate ears!—but his intellect and power are no match for mine."
After nearly exhausting herself trying to utilize her abilities, Hinata had come to the conclusion she was confined by chakra-sapping metal, but she pulled against her restraints anyway. "Why can't you leave him out of this?"
Stalking up to her, he put Kiba's hands against the tree on either side of her head. "Because I can't do this without him, and it will hurt you even more if I ruin his life along with yours. You Konoha ninja are so loyal to each other. You'll both blame yourselves for this." A mocking snort turned into a puzzled frown. "This boy's senses certainly make it interesting. Honestly, how can he stand to work with you?"
He brought Kiba's face close to hers and inhaled deeply, eyes closed but brow furrowed as though in a conflicted bliss. "To this nose, your scent is like the combination of a work of art and the most delectable of meals." He moved even closer and ran Kiba's tongue along her jaw then whispered in her ear. "It makes me want to devour you."
Kidnapping and all that came with it were constant risks for Hyūgas, so Hinata had been trained to handle torture. Despite this, because the words were so personal and came from Kiba's own mouth, she couldn't keep her cheeks from coloring.
He pulled Kiba back so he could see her face and laughed again. "Such a modest miss! I wonder if you'll be so shy once we're done." Shifting Kiba's weight to one arm, he reached for the tab of her jacket's zipper and slowly opened it, exposing the protective mesh beneath and giving the cool morning breeze access to her skin. "My, how well-endowed you are, my dear!"
Even though she could guess what was coming, she gasped in shock when he had Kiba cup one of her breasts. He shifted Kiba so he was leaning against her and could fondle both breasts at once. She could feel her cheeks flaming in humiliation and closed her eyes so she wouldn't see the leering face that was but wasn't Kiba's.
"That won't do." He grabbed her chin with one hand while the other tightened painfully. "Open your eyes, my dear, or I'll make this as unpleasant as possible." When her only response was gritted teeth, he smacked her head against the tree. "Open your eyes or I'll hurt him."
She opened her eyes to see Kiba's filled with tears, a bewildering contrast to the smug expression he wore. In all the years she'd known him, she'd never seen Kiba cry, but surely those tears were Kiba's and not their captor's.
"Good girl!" He let go of her chin and returned to groping her. "Now say his name."
"Kiba." She did her best to detach herself from what was happening, to distance herself from what her body was being subjected to.
"Say it again, so neither of you forgets who did this to you."
"Kiba."
One of his hands slid down her body, past her waistband, to the most private part of her. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't ignore the fingers probing her. Her training and resolve snapped, but all she was aware of was screaming. Just as she realized it was her own voice, she felt a sharp slap. The screaming stopped.
"Enough of that, my dear." He caressed the cheek he'd struck. "Open your eyes."
Again she saw Kiba's tears, but this time she ignored the rest, focusing on the misery they shared.
"Now that I know it's your first time," said the voice that was but wasn't Kiba's. "I'll do my best to make it good for you."
In a moment of clarity, she realized, no matter what she did, the ninja inside Kiba had already decided their fate. They would live or they would die. Either way, she was not getting out of the chains herself, and there was no stopping what was happening. Unable to bear more, she did the only thing she could; she passed out.
DETAILS
While this will not be a cakewalk for them, I promise it won't be this evil throughout. I'm currently planning on putting up one chapter a week, but I could put a new one up every few days or whenever. Please let me know how quickly you'd like to read this.