A/N One more NejiHina series. This time less explicit ( or just maybe less explicit for now). More pain, more angst. In other words a lot different from "Lust" and the theme is a bit different.

I do not own Naruto – Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. The ideas are mine, but not the characters.

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Title: Perfect cage

He was born a year before her, and the blood of the same former leader of the clan flew in them, but yet she was the heir. She was the one who would inherit everything, everything the clan was and owned, and all the people who were a part of the clan. Everything including him.

As a young boy he hated her more than anything in his life. He spoke badly of her, he tried to kill her and refused to treat her with respect. Since then nothing had changed. His bitterness grew and blossomed within him. The cage he was in was getting cramped and he kept trying to get out of it. At first when his uncle began training him, when he moved into the Main House , it seemed that was going into the right direction for him. He became less biter. He trained with her, he watched over her, and he was just one more servant. One more person wandering around the compound with his own duties to fulfill. She was his duty. She was the cause of all his pain.

He could remember the only time they had a fight. He scolded her badly which eventually made her burst into tears and demand he left her alone. He stood there in the middle of a busy street watching her back disappear as she ran home. He saw people walking by and no one really looking at him. Suddenly a feeling of emptiness struck him, there was no one who cared for him, no where he could go, but back to his uncomfortable cage. It was then when he realized that the moment he accepted Lord Hyuuga's sympathy he lost his reason to live. He lost the hated that used to fuel his actions. Then a new reason came, Hinata and his duties towards her. He did not like being a slave but at least he had a reason to be. She was his reason. Without her his life was empty, he had no one to follow around, scold, look down on, no one… Just like a bird locked up and bred in captivity he was unable to fly out of the open cage. The world was cold, and it was unknown. He walked back to his cage, finally realizing why he never flew out of it, even when he had the chance…

But he was no song bird. He would keep telling her about her weakness, he would scold her, push her further than anyone, he would keep trying to take control over her and break her. Little did he know that she had a reason to live too. She was his reason and he was hers. She wanted to please him, she tried harder and harder just to see respect in his eyes. He made her stronger. His brutal words, his bitterness made her tougher than anything before. She got used to it, and as she slowly matured she could understand him better. She pitied him, she wanted to take away him pain, but that was not what he wanted….

He wanted her. Every single centimeter of her body, her soul, her heritage. And he had to have her. The bird taking over the owner of the cage. That was his goal. Killing the owner would not take away the cage, he had to seduce her, make her his.

And the first time he found the courage to brutally claim her, she did not respond at all. She just let him have it all, take it all. To her it was just one more way he found to hurt her. And this was far less painful then the injuries he caused to her during the Chunin exam.

The second time he demanded that she responded. But she did not react. No matter how brutally he treated her and scolded her.

The third time, he tried it differently, instead of forcing her, he teased her. Played with her, tortured her with his touch and kisses. And then he got what he wanted, she screamed his name one time after another.

The fourth time she claimed him. Coming to his room, touching him and proving that he was still in a cage. A different cage, a golden cage with a soft bed, but yet one more cage. And he liked this new cage better.

He knew he would never try to fly away again. His life was complete and full. His cage was perfect.