Madara hunched over the bench, his hands on either side supporting his weight, he stared down at the sink, waster washing away the last of the bile. He couldn't look at the mirror, not again, he couldn't face himself, shifting his eyes slightly he saw the orange mask that lay face up on the bench, he shakily picked it up and placed it back over his face, the hollow click locking away secrets and fears.
Hinata was almost falling asleep when a hand lightley touched her shoulder, making her jolt and give out a surprized yell. She saw it was Tobi, and relaxed before becoming nervous again as he remained silent. She glanced up when she realized he was staring at something on the table.
He blinked his brother's dull eyes, "Konoha..." he whispered quietly. Averting his attention he stood up straighter.
"Uh, you should...get back to your cell, follow me" He finished quietly.
Hinata looked down again and nodded, knowing full well, her day was over. She followed him back through the corridors and still couldn't get a hold of where she was. But then she was back at the staircase before she knew it. Ushered forward, she went down first, Tobi following behind her. Walking through the already opened door, Hinata didnt turn around as she heard the silent click as it closed and a shock of chakra to show it was locked and sealed. Looking at her feet, Hinata gave a sad smile.
"Thankyou for the apple... Tobi san."
Tobi leant against the door, hearing it lock with yet another hollow click. He slid down until he sat on the floor, locking away his secrets and fears once again.
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It seemed like hours Hinata sat in the small room before she noticed the room was getting dimmer. Night was falling again. Suddenly, fear rose up in her chest as remembered the last night and began to frantically search the room for a switch or candle or something that would keep the room lit. It wasnt long before she gave up-it was just a room and a bed after all, and climbed back onto her dusty bed, and rolled herself up in the thin covers for the warmth she lacked at the moment. Slowly, she forced herself to relax, trying hard not to think much, and finally, into a restless sleep.
A hand touched the door delicately and the soft click from the lock sounded in the quiet room, the figure pushed it open ever so quietly. The hallway was dark so only not even a sillouette was visible to the girl who lay in bed, her eyes wide open.
The man walked in and tilted his head to the side "Well.....what do we have here?" He asked slowly with a whisper.
Hinata bit her lip when her suspitions came true, and gave a small whimpering cry as she heard approaching footsteps. She shook as she could feel the mans presence right next to her and tried to shift away, her eyes squinted shut in hope it was all a bad dream.
A shift on the bed's balance and the rustling of sheets implied that the man had sat on the end of the bed, gentle fingers running through her hair, delicately tracing the corner of her slanted eye.
"Hello again..." he whispered in her ear.
Hinata felt a tear roll down her cheek as she shuddered in disgust. Trying again to move away, the stroking fingers in her hair purposly became tangeled, stopping her from doing so as he continued to stroke her face.
"Something's telling me..." he twirled his finger around the short fringe of her hair and until a single silky strand lay on his finger "That you're alittle-" he plucked the hair out painfully, making her flinch "...Edgy." he whispered with a grin, his horrible breath on her neck.
"P-please dont..." Hinata whispered, fighting back a sob. "Why a-are you doing this..." Hinata began to cry, silently, as she felt her tears dampen the pillow.
A cold finger softly stroked her cheek, his fingernail like claw leaving a scratch on her face. A single tear dripped onto his finger, lifting up his hand slowly as though dealing with the most precious treasure, the obsessive eyes taking in the sight as he slowly licked the salty droplet off his finger.
Hinata couldn't take it anymore and struggled to free herself, rippling her hair from the mans grasp and ran to the door. It would have to be unlocked since he was inside right? Right?!
"HEH!" Madara breathed heavily as he appeared behind her, quickly scooping an arm underneath hers and held it tightly across her chest. His free hand clamped around her neck tightly, twisting her head to the side "You sweet little thing." He whispered with a husky giggle between harsh breaths. Wanting to taste the soft flesh of her neck his hand slowly moved, tracing the bone underneath the skin, tasting with his eyes, tasting with his cold, dead hands.
Between his touches that made her shudder uncontrollably, Hinata suddenly felt something hard against her hip and started to suddenly scream at his touch, and let all hell break loose as she violently began to struggle against the stronger man, sobbing to let her go.
Madara swore at himself for giving the game away all to quickly, he wanted to have much more fun with his little pet before he got to the dessert. He wrapped his arms around her waist tightly and hooked his chin over her shoulder, swaying slowly to get her to stop struggling, he closed his eyes, smelling her hair, her skin, her fear.
Hinata's sobs were chocked as she was held tightley, her arms struggling to push him away. His grip tightened, like a boa and its prey, leaving Hinata to gasp for air. She stopped struggling suddenly, and went limp as she felt her tears had been soaked into the thick material of the man holding her. She couldn't fight him, it was too much.
Hinata's eyes widened as she felt the man slowly lessen his grip, only giving enough to help her stand.
His hands slowly traced her body until they found her hips, round and unbeknowing "Hussh..." He whispered, her sobs breaking the beautiful silence.
Madara sighed as he slowly turned her around, feeling her shape in the darkness, his hands slid to her back and pulled her forward.
Hinata felt his lips brush against her own, his breath jagged and uneven. Hinata finally felt the nerves tingle and come to life as she turned her head away, her right hand twitching in anticipation to hit him as hard as she could.
'This is for you brother', he thought to himself, the breath shared between them. Her small nose nudged his mask alittle further to the side, an amber glow from between the bangs of his hair flickered as he tried to kiss her again, bending his neck to find her young lips again.
Hinata felt anger boil up inside her as he tried yet again to kiss her, her hand clenching, ready. Hinata slowly took a deep breath and took the lips against her own, feeling the mans body stiffen from the sudden change of attitude, but then relax.
That was all she needed. In a flash, Hinata had her hand across his face, stinging from the force she gave.
There was a moment of silence, before a clatter of something hitting the floor.
Madara's head jerked sideways, his expression emotionless as he had been struck. The mask was ripped from his face and slowly fell to the floor, rolling with a singular hollow note until it muffled itself on the floor.
He didn't move, the black hair across his eyes that slowly faded to black once more. His hands softened until they returned to his sides, knowing the inevitable.
Hinata stared practically into the darkness, mortified from what she had just done, and what was about to happen. Stepping back, she pressed herself agaisnt the wall, as far away from him as possible.
The sound of footsteps coming down the hallway caused Madara to look up-someone had head the commotion. His eyes wide he looked to Hinata, then to the door as shadows danced with the newly lit lights in the hallway. Instantly, he dissapeared in a swirl of black smoke, leaving her alone. The orange mask on the floor and the door open, his secrets, his fears...
Someone burst through the door.
"What happened?!" they asked, but Hinata couldn't reply. Slowly sinking to her knees on the floor, eyes wide with tears.
Hinata could only stare ahead and blink at the new light, before looking at the object on the floor. She could barely hear the person question again as she reached for Tobi's mask , feeling the deep grooves, the dents and scratches, and a thin cut where she had thrown the kunai at him.
It was him. He had been there from the start.
With that, Hinata fell into darkness.
