Warning: This first chapter contains rape, between the two main characters, but no Sasuke won't be continually taking advantage of her. It is pretty graphic, so please don't read if these themes bother you, do yourself a favor. The story it is a romance one though, as it progresses.
Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Kishimoto-sensei.
Better a patient man than a warrior, a man who controls his temper than one who takes a city.
Proverbs 16:32
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"Kabuto, did you get me what I asked for?" asked the orange masked man inscrutably.
"Yes, of course. And... may I ask why do you need such strong incapacitating agent, Madara?" The masked man did not answer and just replied with another question.
"How much will I need to disable someone without having them fall asleep?" Kabuto narrowed his eyes and thought for a second.
"Depends... how much does the person weights...?"
"Around 120 pounds give or take." Replied Madara leaving Kabuto with a pensive look. "3 ml, that should be enough to disable...mh, 5ml will make them sleep and 7 ...well, you get my meaning." He finished with a smirk, adjusting his glasses.
"Perfect ..." uttered Madara to himself, grabbing the drug. "Though you never answered my question... Madara" continued Kabuto slyly.
"You don't need to concern yourself with that, Kabuto ... just remember that, in this world, we all become trash, one way or another." And with those last words he disappeared in a swirl.
-o-
Hinata woke up very slowly and groggyly. Her head hurt, and her limbs felt heavy. She rubbed her face with a hand, trying to clear her head, and that was when she noticed the state she was in. She was completely undressed.
Her eyes opened suddenly, alert and panicked, remembering with sudden clarity, the incident right before she lost consciousness.
Her mind thought quickly, looking at her surroundings and getting up from where she was laying down. A very rustic looking bed and a hard mattress. The cotton sheets were rough on her skin, but that did not matter, she had to get dressed somehow and escape from that place.
She was so overwhelmed with terror, that she never noticed the presence sitting right behind her, and did so only when said person grabbed her roughly by her chest -holding her arms tightly, incapacitating her successfully- and stabbed a needle on her neck, injecting her with an unknown substance.
Hinata tried to fight it, but was unable to. The arm held her with a vice grip, preventing her from making the hand signs required to activate her eye jutsu.
"Now now, miss Hyuga, behave..." Berated a voice, tauntingly and condescendingly, belonging to the person grasping her harshly. She recognized his voice immediately, from the mission's attempt, along with team 7, to bring Sasuke back to the village. For the second time. That voice belonged to the orange masked man. The one that apparently had a sharingan. He had sequestered her, she realized with despair.
Hinata had been taking a late night bath in the public sentÅ that had been habituated after Konoha had been almost obliterated by Pain.
She had been working nonstop, healing and aiding the village on any matter required. Not to mention the preparations that were being conducted for the incoming war. She had been exhausted, and had looked forward to a hard scrub and a hot bath, pretty much all day.
So tired she had been, that she never noticed the man observing her sitting in the water, eyes closed, inside the ofuro. A noise had alerted her, making her open her eyes, but it had been too late. Her sight fell on a hot red sharingan eye, losing consciousness immediately after.
Whatever the man had injected in her body was taking effect, she realized. Her body became listless. No matter how much she tried, she felt too weak to move her limbs and could not even lift her head. All her body felt so heavy.
The man commenced then to caress her gently, hair and face. The young woman found it creepy and unnerving, and her face heated up in embarrassment, mortification and fear, given her naked state.
Her body was completely relaxed, yet her mind was utterly terrified and tense, what did the man wanted from her? Why was she naked and why did he keep touching her?! She wanted to scream, but her breath was too weak to do so. Hot tears started to roll silently down her eyes, almost without her meaning to. -Wh-what...- It was hard to even speak. "What ...do...you want... from me...?" She gasped out. The masked man moved her then, laying her across his lap, holding her back, allowing her to look at his mask.
"You will be a dear and behave, I won't kill you...although that actually that won't be up to me." Hinata could feel him smirking through the sound of his voice. "Maybe if you please him enough, he will let you go... mhh, I don't think that will be too hard." Stated the man while letting his only visible eye roam her bare body.
A door was opened suddenly, but Hinata could not turn her head to see who that was. Her mind was in complete turmoil wondering what he had meant with those words. Will he really let her live and, what did he mean by pleasing who?
-o-
Sasuke followed the Zetsu guy suspiciously. He was still recovering from having had Itachi's eyes transplanted into him. The strange man-vegetable had come to his room stating that Madara wanted to see him, but had not elaborated further.
The black side looked at him expressionless indicating a door, while the white side grinned at him playfully. "Have fun Sasuke-kun!"
Sasuke narrowed his eyes, but went through the door nonetheless.
"Madara what do you ... want?" He had come just mildly curious but what he saw though, stopped him on his tracks. Madara, sitting on a bed, with a naked woman on his arms, caressing her...?
"Ah Sasuke, so good you came. Here, I have a gift for you." And he presented him the woman on his arms. Sasuke walked closer and looked at him deadpanned. "Not interested," was his blunt reply.
However, despite the apparent lack of interest in his words, his mind was anything but. He could not refrain from looking appreciatively at the young woman's curves. Sasuke frowned. He tried hard to mask indifference and not stare much, but his eyes kept shifting to her form, almost unwittingly. And Madara noticed.
It was the first time in his life Sasuke was seeing a naked woman and as such, was overcome with his curiosity... among other things. Surely such event could be considered a milestone in any teenager's life. Specially when her bountiful breast teased him with their pink delicious nipples. He looked at Madara's sole eye then, trying to discern the man's intentions.
The masked man never stopped observing Sasuke, observing his reaction. He smirked behind the mask. Too easy.
"This is a Hyuga princess... look, isn't she beautiful...?" And he emphasized his words by grabbing a thigh and lifting it high, leaving her legs wide open and letting visible her intimate folds to the young man's sight. "What do you want Madara?" Sasuke was starting to get exasperated. His skin started to warm up, despite him being shirtless, and he noted how his respiration accelerate slightly. Sasuke hated not being in control, specially of his own self. He was befuddled and troubled by his body reaction. He had always been immune to a girl's wiles, so why was that one affecting him so? His eyebrows furrowed, finally admitting to himself that she was indeed beautiful, but why did that matter. Sasuke did not understand that he was not looking at a girl anymore, but a woman.
"Look I'll tell you something, since you are so young and innocent to the ways of this world." Continued the man gravelly, losing the amusement that had been present in his previous dialogue. "A war is about to start, how do you think wars are won Sasuke? By being stronger? Wrong. Any clever strategist will tell you that wars are won by demoralizing the enemy. This...young woman...", and he shifted his eye back to her, caressing her inner thigh inching closer and closer to her sex.
Hinata tried to move, desperately. Yet the only thing she managed was move her head sideways, where the dark young man was standing, staring at her severely and intensively. A few more tears spilled, rolling down and disappearing on the hair around her temple. Impotence clouding her judgement. "O-onegai...let me go..."
A kunoichi never begged the enemy. She had been taught very early in the academy. That she knew, but she was present in a unique situation. She wasn't being interrogated, or being obligated do something against her village. Her body was being violated. She felt the way the hand inched closer to her most intimate place and had the circumstances been different, in most probability she would have fainted, but as it was, her body was too weak to work itself up to that state. She would have welcomed losing consciousness any day, and not have to look at the dark gaze of the familiar young man.
"This young woman is a Hyuga. 'Konoha's strongest', at least that's what her clan used to proclaim all the time about themselves." He snorted, "what I know for sure is that they sustain great power in the village. The Hyugas had always upheld great authority in Konoha, even during my time. Do you really think they were not aware of the Uchihas's threat during Fukaku's leadership? That they were not aware of Itachi's order to eliminate the clan...?" The masked man left the questions hanging, letting Sasuke assimilate his words.
"This woman is the heir of her clan... and a good friend of the Kyuubi Jinchuuriki. How do you think they will react if she comes back ... damaged? A great blow to the village for sure." His hand reached, in what appeared as an unconscious act but that was actually premeditated, her intimate folds and stroked slightly her outer labia, triggering a small whimper from the girl.
Sasuke, became irate. Not only was he immensely 'bothered' by the exposed naked body, but he had slowly but surely, become angry at her. If Madara's words were true, then she was guilty as well, never mind that she had been a small girl when the Uchiha's massacre occurred. In Sasuke's mind, all were guilty and all would pay. He had low self control where Itachi and his clan was concerned. Madara continued his touch, leaving the girl folds and introducing two of his gloved fingers in her mouth, wetting them with her saliva. She bit down, but it was not hard enough to provoke any damage. He laughed, "there is still fight left in you?" He sounded amused, and lowered his wet fingers to the girl folds once again, his stroked now rough along her crease, teasing and enticing the young man in front of him. It was working.
Hinata closed her eyes, hard. She was beyond distressed. She had never been touched so intimately, by anyone, and only did so when bathing. She had heard everything the man had said, about her clan, about Sasuke's clan. She could not believe it, but understood that had been the ploy the masked man had utilized to make Sasuke join him. That's how she saw it. She understood at that point, what was it that he wanted Sasuke do to her and there was a tiny bit of hope that he would not go through that. She was not naive enough to not understand the man's provocation. But she would rather die. Yes, death was preferable to the young kunoichi than having to go through the ignominy of ravishment.
"So Sasuke, this is my gift to you... you can do with her as you wish...kill her, let her go, keep her as a pet... use her. Look at this, does it not look like a flower?," and he punctuated his words by spreading open her slit, "I bet she's never been fucked... But of course if you don't want her, I'm sure there are many other things I can do with her..." Sasuke understood exactly what he meant by that. Why with the way he was touching her.
Madara lifted his gaze from the girl to stare back at Sasuke, gauging his reaction. He smirked to himself. Despite the anger he saw, he knew that look of pure unadulterated lust. There was nothing else he had to say, his job was done.
He placed the girl back on the mattress, leaving her legs hanging off the bed. He got up to leave, observing how Sasuke did not even lift his eyes from her to look at his departure.
Uchiha Obito was a clever man. One did not become the leader of a feared organization or the Kage of a bloody country by being a pussy. In all reality, he did not know if the Hyugas had known or not about the Uchihas. Most probably they didn't, after all, Itachi's order had been of the utmost secrecy and the Uchihas situation was not something that was openly discussed with anyone outside the Third's small circle of advisers. But Obito did not care about that. He had only wanted one thing, and one thing only. To corrupt Sasuke, after all, sooner or later, everyone becomes trash, at one point or another.
-o-
Sasuke stared at the woman for some time after Madara was gone. He male member hard, and that in itself was an experience on its own. He had never been hard, least of all aroused by a woman.
He was also angry. No, furious. He will take his vengeance on Konoha, and he will start right 'there'.
He walked closer to the bed, standing right in front of her suspended legs. She was short enough that her feet could not reach the floor. He watched her, vaguely remembering her from their academy days, seeing her futile attempts to move. It did not matter who she was or who she had been, he had cut those bonds.
He had been shirtless before he walked in the room, so he just started to unfasten the sash holding his dark blue pants. His eyes were intensely focused, never leaving the woman laying on the bed. He wore no undergarments, leaving his body and erect member completely exposed.
Hinata small relieve at seeing the masked man leave did not last long. A moment later, Sasuke stood in front of her, right on her vision field, since she could barely move her head. She despaired at seeing the young man commencing to divest himself of his clothes. Fresh tears escaped her eyes along with a small whimper and a plea. -Sa-Sasu-ke-kun...onegai...do-don't...- he made no gesture that he heard her, and she despaired even more.
He saw her close her eyes when he stood completely naked but he did not care. He was angry and he will make her suffer.
There was not much that he knew about sex, only that you stuck it in and that's all that he planned on doing... and take it from there. In reality he was not thinking much, just letting his instincts take over.
He grabbed her by the back of her knees, lifting and spreading her legs wide open, observing her little flower, her female sex. A flower...he thought, a flower indeed. He placed his knees on the mattress, underneath her and grasping his hardened member with one hand, closed the space between their sexes. He stroked his head along her crease, finding a good angle. And stick it in he did.
His penetration was rough. He could not stop the hoarse moan that escaped his lips at the sensation, finding it slightly difficult but also unbelievably and incredibly pleasurable. Sasuke never thought, he never imagined how good it would be, being inside a woman. His anger completely dissipated, leaving him utterly and immensely raptured.
His moan had been so loud, that it had overpowered the girl's painful one.
His breathing was labored and he let his body get close to hers. He leaned over her, an arm on the mattress, next to her head, while lifting a leg from behind her knee even higher, leaving her completely exposed. He moved his hips slowly out and thrust himself harshly back in, grunting. The first thrust had felt strained, but the second one slid in easier, on a wetter passage. He did not know it was blood.
He did this a few times, testing the angle, until he felt comfortably enough to speed up.
By his third thrust he had closed his eyes, he had seen her face briefly scrunch in pain and he did not want to care for that. He let his forehead fall on the mattress next to hers, taking a hold of both of her legs and lifting them high, almost as high as his shoulders, letting his hips abandon themselves to a furious and ever increasing pace.
The sounds of his wet member sliding in constantly and the wet sound of his sweaty skin hitting hers harshly, was overtaken by the guttural sounds escaping his throat with every thrust. Sasuke had lost complete control of his thought process, the moment that his flesh had invaded hers.
"Fuck fuck fuck!" Not one to curse often, not one to even let out sounds of emotion, ever, he could barely contain his words, and least of all his grunting moans. It felt good, too good, so tight. It was not right, women were not supposed to feel that good. It went against all his previous reasoning. But in reality he was not thinking much at all, just letting his body do as it pleased. That was why he did not even register when his lips commenced to lick, bite and kiss her skin.
He let his tongue slobber all over her neck and his teeth bite her collar-bone and the skin of her chest. He licked her neck urgently a few times from the base to the bone structure of her face. He let his back bend over, not ever stopping the movement of his hips, reaching a nipple with his mouth. Those breasts that had teased him earlier with their soft pink crowns.
Hinata had whimpered in pain the first two times he pushed himself in. It had really hurt, so much. She had let her head fall to a side, away from his, closing her eyes, wanting to forget the disgrace being done to her body. Abundant silent tears escaped her eyes, but she would not make any noise, rather she refused to make any noise.
She tried hard to let herself go numb. Holding the rough sheets with weak fists, she opened her eyes, looking at the nondescript wall to the side. It was preferably since closing her eyes made her feel everything ten-fold. At least focusing her eyes on something else helped forget. Forget the way her body moved up and down with each of his movements, his harsh breathing on her skin, his sounds of pleasure, his cursing, his skin against hers and specially, the feel of his flesh invading hers.
She was not able though, to ignore it when he started licking and biting her, specially not when he did so to her breasts. It was disgusting and it pained her, she was hurting and fresh tears slipped along with a small, almost noiseless, pained moan.
The man on top of her suddenly let go of her legs, holding her backside with both hands and pressing her body strongly against his. He did not let go for a few seconds, groaned loudly, and let himself fall on her heavily. Hinata felt then a rush of hot liquid invade her and thought he was done. She was mistaken.
Sasuke came hard, very hard. His orgasm took him by surprise, his first one and he wasn't even sure of what it was at first, until his mind barely registered that it must have been the climax of sex. He let himself fall heavy, uncaringly on her and wondered briefly if women felt the same kind of pleasure. He was like that for a few moments, still inside her, when he noticed something. His cock was still hard.
He lifted himself slowly off from her, slipping out and feeling bereft without her snug warmth. His breath was slowly calming down, but he was still excited. He could not see her face, her long dark hair had fallen on her face covering her eyes.
He looked down at her body, letting his eyes wander. She was truly beautiful and he thought that had the circumstances been different, maybe he could have made her his girlfriend one day. In a world where Itachi still lived, in Konoha, with his family still alive. But there was no way for that now, he though angrily, grabbing her by her hips and turning her over.
Even though he was hard already, he inflamed looking at her round behind and the curves of her waist and hips. She was perfect everywhere, he thought breathlessly. He grabbed her buttocks, squeezing them unkindly, testing the feel and texture. He let it go suddenly, slipping an arm underneath her waist, lifting her up and opening her thighs with his opened knees underneath her. Grabbing himself once more, he thrusted himself back in.
The angle was different, but it still felt great. He realized then, he liked that position even better. It gave him more control. He looked mesmerized the way his member slid in and out the girl and his mind also half registered amazed, how her little hole had managed to open so much to encase his girth. It never occurred to Sasuke at the moment that, through the same opening, babies were born.
Sasuke lost himself in that pleasure once again. Slightly less rushed, more aware and specially more controlled. He kept her lifted up, holding her by her hips, since her knees could not maintain her weight and he admired her, all of her. Now with a slightly cooler head he was able to appreciate her. Her fair unmarred skin, her silky soft hair, the mole on her left butt cheek. He really like that mole. The way said butt cheek jiggled slightly with each thrust of his hips.
Sasuke, feeling his pleasure build up once more, bent over himself over the girl's body, letting his forehead touch her upper back. He smelt her skin, her hair, salty with a touch of green tea. He liked green tea. He maneuvered her, lifting one leg opening her wider, pressing her knee almost to her torso. It was good kunoichis were so flexible. Then he thrusted a few more times, letting himself go with a guttural groan, feeling the now familiar pleasure of his orgasm flow through his body.
He let her leg go and leaned over her body, just like he had done before. He was till inside her, with an arm wrapped around her waist, letting his breathing calm down. Unconsciously he wrapped his other arm around her, holding her and pressed her gently this time to his body. He slipped out, now flaccid, and felt her flinch. He flinched himself at that an leaned his head next to hers. He was taller than her by some inches, so his head was not at the same level. His hands commenced to caress her pelvis gently. This time he realized it, he knew what it was and felt chagrined. It was regret and guilt.
Now that his mind had cooled down and could analyze more clearly his motives and reasoning, he realized that he had been unreasonable and a monster.
He had let his low passions take over, lost control like the 12 year old he had been when he attacked his brother long ago. He had promised himself after that, that he would never do such again. And look at him. He was disgusted with himself. He will not blame the girl if she hated him now. Most probably she did.
He lifted himself over her, on his arms and turned her over. It was time to face the consequences.
He shifted her hair away from her eyes, very gently and she initially did not look at him. Her gaze lost somewhere on the side. He saw her, still beautiful, so very beautiful. But her eyes, her eyes were dead. No feelings or emotion, just emptiness. Sasuke realized he had made it so, caused her to wilt before she even had the chance to blossom.
Her lost gaze fixed on him suddenly, white with a hint of lavender, he noticed. Her lower lip trembled, there was pain, so much pain in her eyes. And he saw. And fresh tears spilled forth, but she made no sound. Silent, dignified crying, the kind of crying only noble women do, in secret where no one sees. But Sasuke saw and he could take it no more, he could not hold her gaze anymore. He activated his sharingan, giving her the bittersweet release of unconsciousness.
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He put his pants back on slowly. Madara had said he could do with her as he wished and he decided to do exactly that. He wrapped her in the soiled sheet and carried her to his quarters, the place he had been staying at after his eye surgery.
He carried her in his arms. An arm underneath her torso, another underneath the back of her knees, her head and hair fallen down, but the sheet secured around her small body.
Sasuke saw Suigetsu on the hallway, but he paid him no mind and kept going. Suigetsu had been about to say something smart, noticing the girl on his arms, but refrained from doing so when he saw Sasuke eyes. They were lifeless.
Sasuke placed her gently on his bed, uncovering her and observing finally his 'handiwork'. Erythemas and bite marks on her neck, chest and breasts. Purple finger marks on her thighs. Blood and semen had trickled down her inner thigh too.
Sasuke sat on his bed for a moment, hiding his face on the palms of his hands. He was truly a monster.
He got up and went to his bathroom, bringing with him a basket with warm water and a small towel. He cleaned her gently, specially in between her thighs, were he had found a mess of bodily fluids. He did not know girls could bleed their first time. Because despite his lack of experience he had known for a fact that it had been the girl's first sexual encounter. The thought made him feel even worse.
He dressed her with some spare clothes he owned, although he did not have many. He had not seen any left in the room where Madara had her.
He was suddenly angry at the man and yet he would not blame him. He never made him fuck her, he did all that on his own.
Sasuke let her sleep on his bed while he sat on the floor, head leaned on his knees. He never noticed one thing. Although mainly driven by guilt, caring for the girl after the fact, had been his first act of kindness in long, long time.
For those who love Obito, and I don't blame it. I don't really dislike the guy, but remember all he did before he changed his mind and helped Naruto win the war.
Final Note: Comments are welcome, even if you hate the story. Also feel free to PM me with whatever tickles your pickle. I'm busy with school but I will reply at some point.