Author's note: Konichiwa! I am sooo sorry that this chapter took so long for me to write, but I was unsure about one) what to write about...and two) whether to continue it at all....but anyway inspiration struck and well...this is what it gave me! : ) I hope you enjoy! Please rate and review! Oh, and CAUTION: THERE WILL BE SEXUAL CONTENT IN THIS CHAPTER IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT MATURELY DON'T READ!

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"You can't just plan a moment when things get back on track, just as you can't plan the moment you lose your way in the first place"

Sarah Dessen-Someone Like You

Chapter Two: Monster

Before I knew what was happening, I felt surprisingly soft lips brushing my own in a very chaste way. A smooth hand cupped my face gently, pulling me closer, holding me tighter. Time ceased to exist outside of us, and though the kiss ended as quickly as it had come, it changed everything in our lives. It started as a heated and unfriendly spar and ended with a life altering kiss...

My fingers were tracing intricate patterns along my dry lips, as I lay mesmerized by thoughts of Hizashi's alluringly soft pair brushing my own; how they left mine tingling and gasping as his pulled away in a frantic rush. The feeling of strangely smooth hands cupping my face so tenderly that it made me want to just break down and give into those forbidden arms—share my burden, my disturbing secret—but this particular desire was swatted away with a giant, non-existent, flyswatter. The fact that a thought such as that even crossed my mind was a sure sign of my depleting sanity....

But, at the memory of those lips on mine, I began shuddering at how they fit on mine so perfectly. As if there were no better place for them to be; as if they were simply made for each other. And about how much further I wanted—needed—to take this. Skin on skin, and soft caresses flitted through my mind causing my heart to flutter and skip a beat or two. I'd give anything to feel those lips on mine again...to know that they were mine...always...

Still, unconsciously brushing my lips I sighed deep in thought, then with a harsh jerk of my head groaned, "Ahh, God dammit! What the Hell is wrong with me? That's my brother—my twin brother for the love of God!"

Closing my eyes, my fingers now clenched in a tight fist, I pressed at my eye sockets in a failed attempt to shut off the replay of my fantasy. So, when this failed, I grabbed the extra pillow lying beside me, and smothered my face into it's softness, smelling the clean linen scent hoping to distract my mind for a few precious seconds. To no avail, skin on skin, and the pure intoxication of his lips on mine, continued to tumble through my mind over, and over....and over again.

So, with a loud groan of despair I let one hand move downward through gauzy fabric to pump a pulsing heartbeat, slowly feeding the tiny flame until it became a full out wildfire. My mind was slowly wandering, detaching itself from my body, as my desire began to intensify. The fire inside me was burning low in my belly. No longer was I in my bland room, no, I was now in a serene place of beauty. Nothing could compare to this new world filling my imagination with it's sweet smell and delicate flowers; except that is, for the man lying in it.

Perfectly golden skin was basking in the dimmed lighting; lean muscle rippled down his entire body. Those eyes had an eagerness within them, beckoning me to come forward. And those lips—those gorgeous lips—were parted sexily as he whispered my name into the light breeze.

Yes, he was absolutely perfect there in my arms, writhing beneath me. Those beautiful, familiar lips sighed my name again and again. They pleaded and begged for release...

"Please Hiashi, Faster. More, please!!"

He pleaded in a voice that was of pure sex and desire; a voice that I could never deny. Obeying his command, I adjusted my steady pace to quicker, more deep strokes.

"Mmmm, Hiashi. Yes!"

He cried out, meeting my hips halfway frantically. Groaning, I could feel the surging heat in my stomach bursting rapidly sending electric like energy trembling through my veins. My pumps became erratic; my hips jerked uncontrollably, as white light slowly edged my vision. I felt like I was in some kind of surreal high. What was this feeling?

Harshly gasping, I could feel myself fall from that euphoric bliss. Spiraling downward, as I opened my eyes widely, ripping my hand from beneath my clothes as if I had been burned I shot up from my bed. Sadly, I hadn't realized that I was tangled in the bedding, which landed me in a very ungraceful—which I might add is very unlike me—in a heap on the floor.

Nice one, Idiot.......

Lying there for a moment I took time to really process what had just happened. God, there has to be something that can keep me from thinking about such—what word can you even use for that?! These "fantasies" starring yours truly and my twin brother have to stop—NOW!

A rap at my door forced me to sit up straighter and become completely alert to my surroundings.

My mothers soft voice was barely audible behind the paper thin door, "Hiashi, are you alright?"

"Yes, I just tripped is all, nothing to worry yourself with mother," I replied, running one hand over my face to mop up the sweat that had gathered at my forehead.

There was a pause and then, "Well, breakfast is ready and your father requests your appearance after."

"Hai, thank you mother, I will be right there," I nodded, and as I heard her soft shuffling footsteps I threw myself back against the floor with a deep sigh and roll of the eyes.

What was today? Sitting back up and then hoisting myself to stand, I glanced at my calender that hung neatly on the wall. Apparently it was the first of August....shit! That means....CLAN MEETING!!! All old senial, jackasses included, products may vary....Chuckling dryly at my own joke I changed and made myself presentable for my father.

My father believed very strongly in appearances, therefor I didn't have a real choice in the matter. So, unfolding my perfectly pressed robes I slid into the familiar silk, tying the obi firmly around my waist. Then, picking up my comb I brushed my hair smoothing it back and out of my face. I always wanted to do away with my hair, I mean, people mistaken me for a woman sometimes...and that's just embarrassing, but father would never allow me. "It's Hyuga tradition, my son. Don't you have pride for your clan?" he'd always say. Nodding I'd agree just to avoid an unneeded argument...or punishment. I decided I was just being childish about it anyway.

Standing before the mirror hanging next to my small closet I looked myself over once more. Smoothing out any creases I came by and brushing through my hair once more just to be safe. With one nod of finality, I made my way to the kitchen, which was giving off a delicious scent. My mouth watered slightly at the prospect of food, and one hand gently rubbed my stomach unconsciously. But, my appetite was quickly forgotten at the sound of this:

"You will not speak unless spoken to, do you understand?!" my fathers voice roared from the kitchen.

Then a soft murmur, and then as if on cue to make the situation climactic: BAM! Someone had been hit with my fathers swift fist. My footsteps stopped, I did not want to open that door—in fact I'm pretty sure I'd have given anything to run back into my room and hide under my cover like I had when I was a defenseless child—but I didn't really have a choice in the matter. So, swallowing the dry lump in my throat, I gently pressed my palm against the door until it creaked open with wide enough of a space for me to see inside.

The scene before me was different than what I had expected. Usually, it was my mother who was lying face down on the floor, but this time it was my brother, Hizashi. My mother was seated at the table, head pointed down respectively, with an unidentifiable expression. While my father was trembling, and set firmly in front of Hizashi, one hand raised. And, my brother was kneeling on the floor preparing to stand again. He had one large hand print set on his face, leaving his left cheek slightly crimson.

"You are worthless. Your life is meaningless to this family. And, after everything I have done for a wretched boy such as yourself, you have given me nothing but grief," my father's voice sneered, his tone sharp, and his face set in a menacing scowl, "You are a despicable excuse for a son."

Hizashi glared, but said nothing as evident tremors ran through his frame. His bitterness for father and the rest of the clan earned him nothing but trouble. I'm surprised that isn't the middle name on his birth certificate. That mouth of his didn't really do him any favors either.

Those resentful eyes darted to where I stood soundlessly watching the display like a movie. Their hardness flickered briefly to something softer, but it was gone so quickly I thought for sure my eyes were just playing tricks on me. Then, before I could contemplate any further on what had just happened my father turned and followed Hizashi's gaze.

"Hn, good morning, son. I trust you are ready for the clan meeting this morning?" he inquired.

"Yes, sir," I nodded in confirmation.

"Good, we should be heading off now then," he strode out of the kitchen purposely brushing my shoulder on his way out.

"Right..." I flinched at the contact, and in that moment several things happened: first my father chuckled lowly and smirked in satisfaction, and second my brothers eyes widened and his jaw and fist clenched as an intense look of hatred—for father? –filled his eyes contemptuously. Does he Know what's going on now???

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"Mm, Hiashi, so good...Ahh," my father groaned lustily.

His weight was pounding uncomfortably on top of me. Harsh little gasps erupting from his mouth, as trespassing kisses made their way all over my body. Strong, calloused hands bound my wrists together. I lie there lifelessly, tears and screams were pointless—if anything they only enticed him further. No, I learned long ago it went by much less painful if I lie there unresponsively.

"Ahh, Fuck Hiashi!"

His hips were becoming erratic, and finally it was over. The weight vanished from above me and plopped carelessly next to me. Pain shot through my body—especially my ass—and suddenly I was exhausted; powerless. I didn't even try to fight the arms that pulled me closer to the person I wished so badly to be away from, instead just allowing them to nuzzle me closer.

Darkness was overtaking me, and sleep promised me something better than the reality I was living in. Pale eyes were mirroring my own with a deep affection, and smooth hands cupped my face so tenderly, as if promising to never let me go. A soft whisper filled my head vowing this: "I will save you from this monster, I promise you, my love...."

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Author's note: Well, that's the second chapter. Again sorry if it sucked and I'm sorry it took forever. Please rate and review it makes me write a whole lot faster if I know someone out there wants to read it!!! ^^