Hey everybody!!! Well here is my NejixHanabi sidefic! It didn't come out the way I was hoping it would but I couldn't come up with what I wanted...GRRRR!!! I'm so mad!!! Thank you everyone who wished me a Happy Birthday! You guys are awesome!!! Unfortunately my Blackberry died and I lost all those messages!! So if you gave me a BIRTHDAY GREETING please know that I DO appreciate it and hopefully you'll read this! Sorry to everyone waiting on a Lolita in Love update! I am still working on that story but unfortunately have hit a block with it! So hopefully I'll get over it soon!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Masashi Kishimoto has the privilege.

Doll Parts- Hole

'In...out...in...out...in...-breathe hitches-it's over...'

A deep grunt and a withdrawal of heat from her posterior. She lay there cheek pressed against the comforter...limp. Staring at the stuffed panda bear sitting on her dresser...a gift from her sister many years ago when Hanabi was still young enough to adore her.She focused on the beady glass eyes trying to drown in the black shiny pupils. She didn't even feel Neji's cool fingers peeling the jacket off of her otherwise nude form. She lay there motionless just listening to him move around her bedchamber muttering things under his breath...foul things that made her heart wrench in pain.The air from the ceiling fan made her bare sweaty skin prickle with a slight chill. She didn't say anything while he collected himself and left her room carrying the jacket like a precious momento. It was just that after all...a precious momento. Nothing more than a beige jacket adorned with the Hyuuga crest, that had a worn fur lining and lingering sweet scent...her scent...her jacket. Somehting very valuable to him indeed.

When she left...she left everything behind that had the Hyuuga symbol on it, except for their mother's favorite kimono and a baby bracelet that given to Hinata before their mother's death. Just thinking of her older sister made the young woman, slumped on the bed with her hind quarters up in the air like a lowly whore and not Lady Hyuuga, stiffen up in resentment. Sister...once loved and revered by Hanabi as if Hinata was her own mother and not her older sibling. Those emotions long gone now. Bitterness was all that was left now...some anger at the loss of Neji's heart to her older undeserving sister... and HATE.

Sighing, Hanabi pushed herself up into a kneeling position. She knew she shouldn't feel this way. Hinata was gone. Made her escape years ago...had a life with a man of means that was desired by many women...he gave her a family with two adorable children to keep her company. Yes Hanabi didn't know why such a thing would bother her so much. Hinata never loved Neji. Hanabi did. She loved him with all her heart...zealously. She hated him with just as much ferver.

She had always believed that when she was old enough to become Neji's wife, he would realize that he loved her too. If for no other fact that she now belonged to him. The leadership of the clan was her gift to him, for the love she craved. Growing up smitten with him since just before her wretched sister left...she slowly learned and surmised the 'relationships' Neji engaged in with a multitude of other women was something that she viewed as temporary since she hadn't become of age yet. Sowing youthful oats and whatnot. The longer she endured these distasteful whores among her own family laying with he bethrothed the hotter her temper boiled. It was as if the long fuse to her patience end was finally sizzling it's way to a dangerous explosion. She uncovered her own personal maid's dalliance with the young leader and deemed it as a betrayal. She tested her own personal influence with her handsome cousin by demanding Akemi be given in marriage to a young field worker in the branch house. It was a poor and destitute a life for the wives of such men who were prone to drinking, gambling,violence and yes sometimes rape.

It was a triumphant moment when Neji decided to gift her with approval of her request, because thats exactly what it was to him as he was leader and even she could not tell him what to do. Truthfully he did it to get her off his back and him back to finding the next young maid's body who he would pretend was Hinata. It was that easy...many women came to him so willingly attracted by either his power, his status or reputation as a sexually exceptional stud...there was always his looks that they all agreed on. His perfect face so stoic and straight with his silvery eyes that would capitvate them in their liquid like depths that could darken to a gunmetal gray in desire and lighten to a mercury like silver in euphoria as he came in them and remained that way through the post coital bliss. And Hanabi knew about them all after her initial discovery. She expected it all to change once they were married and Neji had husbandly rights to claim.

She had been so excited in the weeks leading up to their marriage. They had a traditonal japanese wedding open only to the Hyuuga Clan and Lady Tsunade. It was so beautiful...the details given to the day were impeccable. From their traditonal kimonos and ceremony. To the quiet reception held in a huge gazebo surrounded by cherry blossom trees. Neji was so handsome and very attentive in front of the council and clan elders. His gentle smile made her actually anticipate the wedding night instead of worry. Given that Neji was so experiened in the act she could only expect that he would strive to give her pleasure the same as all the maids received and gossiped and giggled over when they thought Hanabi couldn't hear. His reputation said he was no less than simply amazing.

The actual wedding night was much less satisfying. True Neji went out of his way not to hurt her his whole demeaner with her once they alone was brusque and dispassionate...clinical even. He started taking his clothes off and told her to strip. Hanabi red-faced for the very first time in her life hastily obeyed. Once they were naked he pulled her onto the bed under him. He studied her face for a long moment before pushing her thighs apart and settling himself before her. Before she could catch his eyes again he took her maidenhood...just like that with no further warning. It was sharp methodical jabs of his hips designed to get him from point A to point B efficiantly. The pain she experienced between her legs ached unbearably but couldn't register the sensations. She was so confused. Why was he being this way? She knew he could make it better for her...she had witnessed him holding a straining woman against him as she writhed from the orgasm he had forced on her. So why was he using her like some sort of inanimate object? Before she could even raise her voice to complain he reached his completion gripping her hips tightly against his as he came. He released her once the shocks from his ejacultion stopped running up and down his diminishing member. He got up from the bed and walked over to a basin containing clean water picked up a wash cloth and started scrubbing her virgin blood off of himself.

Hanabi had lain there splayed out on the bed still ,with her head turned towards him watching his actions. She felt the beginnings of tears well up behind her eyes. Neji shrugged into his dressing robe and brought her a freshly wrung cloth placing in into her hand. Mechanically cleaning her sore swollen sex up ,she looked up at him while he explained to her that if she receives her monthly woman's curse to let him know and that he will come to her to try again when her cycle is at it's most fertile. With that last statement he had left her to return to his own chambers to sleep.

Hanabi hadn't realized how long she lay there crying silently the tears flowing but nothing else. She was so humiliated by the fact that Neji had treated her like some animal...which was exactly what she was to him. His wife yes but his brood mare above all. He didn't even feel that she was worthy of his sexual expertise...which angered her most of all. She was beautiful! She was strong! She was the reason he had what he had! Neji made the lowliest scullery maids sing in joy with his attentions...Hanabi deserved that! Neji had poured gallons of hot sticky love over her sister the beautiful soft womanly Hinata ,who was quite boring in Hanabi's honest opinion with her placid attitude...she deserved that! Neji acted with utmost respect to the clan elders and members of the council...she deserved that! She flung the soiled wash cloth at the door Neji had exited from.

He was soon back to those whores he sought out in darkened corners of the mansion. Once she even walked in on him in his bedroom with his old teammate Tenten! Hanabi snapped... the fuse had finally reached the gunpowder. Using her speed and rage to guide her Hanabi had immobilized Neji first, being able to only because he was so startled by her interuption. Tenten the canny weapons mistress was no match for the Hyuuga Hellion and was caught, unfortunately for her, weaponless. The display was a truly beautiful demonstration in violence.Hanabi nearly broke every main bone in her body. Neji was able to break out of his paralysis in time to prevent Hanabi from murdering the badly injured kunoichi. Tenten remained in the hospital for months and Hanabi never saw her on Hyuuga property again. As far as she knew Tenten stayed away from Neji after her release. Lady Tsunade fined the Hyuuga clan heavily for incapacitating such a valuable ninja. Now Tenten was fit only for teaching and therefor no longer acceptable for ANBU. Hanabi may have let Tenten live but she effectively killed off what was important to her life. Her relationship with Neji and her shinobi career. Hanabi always smiled evilly when she thought of how she made Tenten respect her. Even Neji walked around his wife warily at times. 'Finally' she thought to herself that night alone in bed 'Things will get better'.

It never got better. She hoped and prayed it would. That somehow her husband's attitude towards her would soften and he would seek her out for comfort and solace. He never did...Like clockwork he would come in, rut with her (for she could think of no better word), spend himself, clean-up and leave. In fact, it got alot worse.

Now he would come in and take her painfully, saying words of contempt and bitterness, as he called her names. He would come so forcefully it was a wonder why she still hadn't conceived him a child. Other times he would make her wear the jacket and put her hair up the way Hinata used to frequently wear hers. He would take her from behind and still use dirty foul words but these were said in tones that showed his excitement , this aroused her as well and it was finally and only during these times that she found gratification from him. He would end by exploding inside of her deliciously and copiously. Surely the seed would take root in her young body. Unfortunately it was starting to look really bleak for the young couple. Neji didn't have the heir he demanded of her and Hanabi started losing heart over the chance the baby would represent for her. The chance that Neji would come to love her even just a little bit because she was the mother of his child. The chance that was slipping away the more time went by without any indication of a baby for the young leader and his wife.

Neji naturally treated her even more poorly, clearly believing her to be at blame for not getting pregnant a whole year after their wedding. Yes... Hanabi could definately say that she hated him now. As much as she loved him still. She swung her long lean legs over the side of her bed and rose gracefully. Shaking her hair out of the makeshift bun it had been in she enjoyed the sensation of her own straight mink colored hair sliding down her nude back and over her shoulders. Disregarding her robe she strode to the cabinet next to her dresser. She withdrew the half-full jug of sake and a small cup. Carrying her new bestfriends back to her bed she poured herself a cup of sake and set the jug onto her nightstand. Lying sideways on her flame colored satin sheets naked she stared out her window at the tree rifling gently on a cool breeze. She threw back the cup and gulped the sake down. Closing her eyes at the burn going down her throat. She shook her head and activated her Byakugan and aimed it towards Neji's chambers.

She found him standing in the shower scrubbing himself down briskly. She saw him stiffen and knew he was aware of her spying. He simply continued on with his ministrations not bothering to even return her stare. She quickly tired of the sight of him ignoring her and let her normal vision rest on the panda bear again.

'Bastard' Hanabi thought to herself. She was conflicted in her feelings watching him wash himself. She was hurt and insulted that he felt the need to scrub her scent off of him but she was secretly glad that she was able to make him feel dirty with her body. Misery was always best shared and Hanabi was starting to really practice the saying, making sure that Neji always got his fair share of her misery to spread around on his own.

Hanabi poured herself another drink. She continued letting the alcohol blur and smear her emotions until mercifully she slipped into a deep sleep where Neji, Hinata and all those other bitches he toyed with were not allowed. The tears drying on her face unnoticed by even herself.

A/N: So what do you think? If you like it let me know and I'll write another chapter. But if I feel like nobody is really feelin it...this is where it's gonna end. If I make it a two-shot I'd like for you guys to include in your review two-things to include in chapter two and two things to exclude. You can even request a lemon if you provide a good idea for one! I will write my interpretation of the most inspiring ideas and give the reviewer(s) a mention in the afternotes!!! Don't forget this is a small sidestory that sets up the dynamics in the Hyuuga household for the sequel to Beautiful Lie!! If you haven't read it...Go read it already! It explains alot.