It was nothing anymore. She wondered now, on why she still had fear. Why she had frozen there instead of just accepting him. Why she wasn't washed away in his beauty.

He was sick now, vomiting blood. She stood behind him, clutching a glass of water as if it were going to slip away and shatter as she had the night before.

Itachi sobbed into the rim of the toilet, cursing between his vomiting and rancid gasps for air. Hinata reached out to him, trying to console him, but there was nothing for her to do for him in this situation, his senses had dissolved for the moment.

"Damn…" He cringed before vomiting once more, "Dammit- God Dammit all." He sat up and Hinata waited for him to turn to her and look up at her with his cold eyes.

He didn't fail her expectations. Bloody vomit dripped from his chin unto the floor. Hinata reached out, attempting to wipe the blood from his face, smearing it unto his cheeks.

His fingers coiled around her wrists and he brought her hands to his lips, gently kissing her knuckles, his eyes never straying from her face. She flushed, abandoning her pity. She smiled slightly and spoke as gently as his tender kisses,

"You're alright now, Ita-Itachi-San. It's go-going to be okay." He kissed her knuckles again, this time closing his eyes.

"I really admire you Hinata." He said flatly, she flushed brighter, "I almost defiled you last night and here you are at my side. Why? What good is it to follow a man like me?"

She masked the pity in her voice with a similar tone to what he bore, "Cause' we're to be mar-married."

"It isn't your job to stay by me Hinata," He kissed them again, his eyes open once more and looking deeply into her eyes.

"Why can't it be?" She wondered if all her preparations and efforts had gone to waist. If everything she had done was just meaningless.

"Because, Hinata, you are hiding things from me. Last night… You should have told me no. To stop," He cleared his throat, "I was nervous when you just went limp like that."

She stared at him in shock, not knowing if she could even reply, not able to think of anything to say.

"Hinata, you don't want me. You're scared of me." He tightened his grip on her wrists, "If you deny it, I'm taking you right now."

"Itachi-San I-"

"I don't lie to you. I mean every word of it."

"You're sick. Y-you need to lie down and rest."

"Hinata."

She tried to pull out of his grip, but she couldn't manage such a feat, even with him so sick, "I-I'm you fiancée. I won't resist if you want me. "

"That isn't how it works and you know it." He sighed, pressing his forehead against her knuckles, "You are my fiancée, but you have to power to reject me. If you don't want me then I can leave."

Her lip quivered. She didn't love him, but she felt indebted to him. She had this role to play. She felt as if she had to bare his children. It was how she was raised and that was all there was left to her, only necessity.

"I'm dying." His words weren't scorned or sad. They were cold and unyielding.

"Y-you can't!" She gasped, "Please! There has to be something I can do."

"I'll die even if I wasn't sick. I admire you, but I have an obligation to someone."

She felt the tears spill from her eyes, she felt her breath become hard as her tears blinded her,

"Y-You can't kill yourself! You… You can't!"

Itachi released her wrists and reached up and caressed her face tenderly,

"I have my obligations."

"So do I!"

His eyes were stern and Hinata could barely see them, let alone see at all. She choked and gasped for air. She couldn't remember ever being this upset. It wasn't like her to cry so hard.

"Give yourself to me. Fall into temptation and let me have you. I might reconsider my obligations."

She leant forward, wiping the tears away, but found that more just kept coming back. Itachi's eyes closed for a moment and she could tell he was thinking. She reached for him, trying to caress his face as he had done to her. He stood up abruptly and stared down at her feeble self.

"Go calm down. I have to take a bath anyway."

She was hurried from the bathroom and forced to sit down on the bed. She stayed there, wondering why Itachi would give up his life like that, why he would test her with the aspect of sex and why he could see right through her every action. She knew that she had to keep him alive as long as she could. She had to keep an obligation. She needed something to live for. She needed Itachi. He was all she had left to live for.

She would have to give herself to him. She needed to save him. She was so desperate to save him that she would go farther then she had ever gone with him before.

She could feel Sasuke's cold touch tracing over her once the act was played out. She wondered how he was doing in that cell of his. She wondered if he would be angry if she decided never to visit him.

Itachi was taking longer than she had wanted him too and she was growing wary of her decision. Another part of her was worried over whether he was still alright. She touched her hand to her heart and hoped that he was alright and that she didn't have to go in and rescue him. Her feet made it to the hard flooring beneath and she tottered over to the bathroom door nervously.

She contemplated turning the door knob, opening the door and facing the situation head on, no matter what frights she would witness. Hinata took in a breath as her stomach fluttered in joyous knots of intolerable and almost untamable fear. She jerked the door open and to her dismay, Itachi was gone. She stepped into the room, looking for him. Her eyes traced over the toilet seat and the sink but yielded no trace of Itachi being there or leaving for that matter. The hesitantly flickered to the running shower, she almost let out a sigh of relief when the shower was empty, however the shock and horror struck her faster than the relief. She opened her mouth to call for him, but her lips only managed to release a small mangled scream that sounded more like a mouse's cry for the fruit in the farmer's impenetrable basket.

She spun around, almost slipping on the bathroom rug, as panic drained her of any grace that she may have possessed if the situation was any different. She didn't want him to take her, but she had the obligation, now, to prolong his death as best she could. She was going to be his wife, he was her fiancé, she had to satisfy him, keep him healthy. The worst thing for her to do would be to abandon him when he is contemplating death and if she should be fated to do so, she would lay down in his grave and die with him.

"Itachi!" She choked out the words as if they were going to hurt her, "Itachi-San! Come back!"

Her feet could not take her fast enouph, she scrambled across the floor, calling out to him every inch of the way. There was no response, which only turned her more desperate to retrieve him. She didn't know where she was going. She didn't recognize to corridors and lengthly hallways. She didn't hesitate to throw open doors and call out to him through said doors. She felt as if her life was to find him, if that was her purpose.

Finally, she found something that she recognized. A heavy steel door that she would waste all of her energy just to open blocked her passage, decorated with an array of giant locks and assortment of knobs. Her hands didn't recognize the door very well, but found it moderately easy to win against. She slammed open the door with a wall of adrenaline and plunged herself into the darkness, forgetting her fear and the familiar smells and dimly lit sights stirred fresh memories inside her. She ran on, not knowing where she was actually running to , but eventually, she knew that if she just kept going there would be something. It didn't have to be Itachi, or a clue to where he might be, but it was something a part of her was obligated to.

A grip clasped around her leg. She turned to face this grip, the hope that had sparked in her eyes turned to horror as she relived through those red eyes the darkness that had taken her prisoner. The eyes smiled and greeted her warmly as if that was where she was supposed to be.

She tried to pull her jumbled thoughts in order, but they managed to get away from her and escape. She felt like a dumb animal trapped in the headlights that the red eyes provided. She shrieked and tried to jerk out of the grip, realizing how strong the smell of illness and pain and blood truly was. She brought her hands to her nose and listened as Sasuke spoke.