Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters. I also do not support or indulge anyone to go out and join crime organizations of any kind.
Warning: Rated M for a reason. No, most likely not for lemons or limes at the moment, but for the graphic content of this story. Graphic content includes: Gore, Drug use/abuse, Sadism, Masochism, Nudity, Prostitution, Gambling, Mature Language, Harassment, and Abuse. This story is about a CRIME ORGANIZATION and I will not be going easy on any of the details of actual acts the Yakuza do. I will try to keep this realistic, BUT it is an Alternate Universe, which will hold mostly Naruto brand names. Thank You.
Chapter 3: A Knife At The Round Table
The tyrant regarded her, for some moments, in evident wonder at
her audacity. He seemed quite at a loss what to do or say- how most
becomingly to express his indignation. At last, without uttering a
syllable, he pushed her violently from him, and threw the contents
of the brimming goblet in her face.
The poor girl got up the best she could, and, not daring even to
sigh, resumed her position at the foot of the table.
-Edgar Allan Poe, Hop-Frog
(Normal POV, Third Person POV)
-One Hour Later-
"Get the fucking door you idiot." A masculine growl came only slightly above the volume of screams on the television set. "Alright, alright… Goddamn sales men." Another voice replied only seconds later. He pulled open the large rusted door, only to hear the screech of a car driving away and a crate left at the front door. He took a step out only to hear a squishing sound as he left the thresh hold of the door. He looked down to see the ground covered in blood. "What the…" As he leaned over to see the contents of the box and the small message on the top of the wooden crate, he could feel his breath escape him. Almost staring through the slats of the crate was a face frozen in pain, covered in blood and a golden needle piercing his forehead. At that moment, a horrified scream wrung throughout the hideout the sound of at least twenty persons running down the steps to the front door, guns in hand. They found one of their men collapsed on the front steps and a short message left on a crate signed with the symbol of the Uchiha. Stay away from what is mine and I'll stay away from what is yours.
-In the House of the Uchiha-
"Are you ready to come down for dinner, Ane-san?" A voice muffled by the solid wood door to the master bedroom asked. "Almost, please return in five minutes and I will be prepared for supper. Thank you," She almost whispered, but the person behind the door must have heard because she could hear footsteps retreating down the hallway. Hinata sighed as she adjusted her dress. It was a dark black, slightly in honor of Itachi more so in grievance of the man who was just killed by her husband; it hung low on her shoulders leaving her collar bones exposed. The gown went to the floor making her as if she was a phantom gliding across the floor, more that a woman walking as if to appear so. It the center of the dress was the emblem of the Uchiha a black and red fan embroidered into the silk made of jewels that could make any woman jealous, nestled between her breasts.
Adjusting the dress, my running her hands down it she sat down in front of her vanity opening up her small jewelry box. She gave a soft smile as she heard the small box chime a short tune. A childhood friend had given her the box and when Itachi had asked about it, she had stated it was a wedding gift from her sister. She looked over the edge of the drawer she had opened and pulled out a black ribbon and tied it around her neck. It was almost sad that all of her jewelry items were gifts. She one again reached into the drawer and pulled out a longer necklace made of silver with another Uchiha emblem on it. She sighed as she closed the drawer and opened another. This time she pulled out a set of earrings. These were one of her many gifts from Itachi a set of black pearl tear drop earrings.
She felt like an advertisement of some sort. Everything on her was like a sign that stated Uchiha property. She almost felt like a whore being marked by her owner. Her time was almost up. She quickly pinned up her hair with a clip that Neji had given her. She would allow all of her to be claimed by the Uchiha, she was a Hyuuga after all. This time she did laugh aloud. It sounded so hollow, even to her. Hinata stared at the image in the mirror for the moment. So fake, so hollow, a vessel for nothingness, but with a smile she was the Ane-san. Hinata lifted a hand to trace her lips for a moment; the blistered skin appeared in the mirror in front of her. That seemed so much more real. Blistered, ugly, nasty, a beast never meant to be seen in the real world… but it was the dull aching that seemed so euphoric, it showed she was real. Oh how she wanted to be real. He promised to make her real, to make her anything but a doll. It was all lies and she wanted to hate him for it. Hinata stood up knocking the chair over. She pulled open one of the vanity drawers and grabbed a set of black gloves to mask the ugliness of her hands.
"Ane-san, ten minutes is up time for supper." The muffled voice returned to the doorway. Hinata let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. "Thank you, give me one second." Hinata let out another sigh this time she almost cried, she almost snapped. Never again, she made a promise. Hinata straightened out the vanity and closed the drawers. As she lifted the chair, back up and tucked it in, taking one last glimpse at the lie in the mirror before leaving the room.
"Oyabun-sama is expecting you in the dining room immediately." Hinata kept her posture perfect as she gave a small smile and nod to the maid next to her. Hinata was more focused on the sound of her shoes making light clicks on the floor, than what the maid was saying. Itachi was going to punish her. Did the man confess his connection? She could feel a cold sweat roll up her spine. She stopped for a moment, is that was this was about. Hinata shut her eyes biting down on her lip. "Are you alright, mistress?" The maid stopped and looked back at her. "If you worry of your looks, you are beautiful." That stupid naïve maid, this may just be the last thing she'll ever where. Hinata laughed aloud. She never cared much for her looks and, at the moment, she was much more worried for her life. Maybe, she should pretend to be naïve. It must feel good to be so carefree that your only worry is your looks. "Thank you, I feel much better now." Hinata gave a small smile before quickening her pace down the hallways to the dining room.
Itachi looked up from his wine glass watching as his wife moved to his side at the head of the table. Her eyes only met his for a second, but he could tell that she was in a debate. "You may sit." She made sure they never made eye contact as she sat down. She was still so much like that child of so long ago, avoiding his eyes like a guilty puppy. The silence was awkward and dark, like the breath before the hanging or darkness of the abyss. Itachi sat there slightly amused; he had spent a good hour musing over a suitable 'questionnaire' for his beautiful wife. He had to break through her wall without letting her put up a new one. He stared at his wine glass musing for a second. He allowed his eyes to wander her form. Ah, gloves, so she did do as she was told. She knew where her loyalties belonged after all.
Hinata wrung her hands together as she stared at the candles in the center of the table. She could feel his eyes burrowing into her, looking for a place where she would break. She rubbed her index finger and thumb together under the table avoiding her nervous habits. She wouldn't let him force her into complete submission this time. She wanted to laugh at her stupidity, of course he would. Itachi was one that you could not lie to without him knowing it. She coughed lightly into one of her gloved hands. This was not an enjoyable silence. She knew it she was going to break, she was going to…
"Supper is prepared; would you like it to be served now, Oyabun?" It was the voice of the chef. Hinata sighed and prepared a small smile for the chef and his assistants soon to enter through the doors, they had good timing. Itachi sighed; he could see the small amount of sweat that gathered in her hairline. What bad timing, here he was hoping for something out of her. "You may serve us." He sighed again as the doors busted open and almost in an assembly line meals were placed in front of them. "Thank you, Akimichi-san" Hinata smiled and looked back down at her plate. "You're welcome Ane-san. Anything else, Oyabun?" " You're excused, Choza." Itachi interrupted, his head rested on his hands, which were upright, and his fingers interlocking. His complete attention devoted to Hinata at the moment. "Yes, Oyabun-sama." With that, Choza Akimichi disappeared behind the grand doors.
Hinata picked at her food staring at it absent-mindedly. She could feel Itachi's eyes on her once more and the lack of sound coming from next to her was making her hands slightly shake. She could hear him pick up his fork and dig it into a piece of meat, leaving an audible wet sound. "Mmm, the only thing more valuable than a hot meal, is loyalty, correct, Hinata?" Hinata stopped al movement. Like an animal hearing the sound of a gun being cocked, she froze in place. She let her eyes wander over to him; he had an amused smile on his face. She could feel herself shiver. "Cold? Answer my question, wife." Hinata gripped her napkin, her knuckles turning white. "Y-yes, that and the love of someone close to your he-heart," she whispered. Damn, her stuttering, weakness, weakness, weakness. Itachi was slightly shocked at her answer. She was bringing a deadly dagger to the table, a dagger not even he wanted to touch. "And who may that be?" He questioned his grip-becoming vice-like on his wine glass.
Hinata caught herself almost whimpering. Did she want to? She had to say it; it was coming up like bile. A memory flashed of him in her mind. She looked down again, placing her utensils down and allowed her bangs to fall into her face as she let a tear slide down her cheek. She couldn't stop it now, it was coming, and she would take the punishment for it. "T-the same person, wh-who is, who is the only one ever in your heart." She could hear the glass shatter in his hands. "Excuse me, Oyabun." Hinata stood up, her figure retreating, shutting the doors behind her. "You are not excused!" His voice echoed behind her. She should go back apologize, anything. She was a coward and her dignity, pride, everything that was her essence was paying for it. She had snapped in a sense, Itachi currently had a right to kill her and she would be the first one to admit it.
Hinata could feel tears brim in her eyes. She was such a weakling, like her father said. She was frightened, hollow, and cold. Implications, Implications, pass them 'round. Who denies emotions, who denies fate? No one knows because of all these Implications, Implications. Hinata could feel herself moving almost mechanically in long strides towards the garden. Her last sanctuary. She loved him, adored him, where did she go wrong? She moved towards the large oak tree. It had a small swing located under its shaded shelter. She sat down staring into the nothingness. She pulled out her hair clips and began taking of her necklace, but decided against it. She looked up into the cover of leaves above her, she could see the moon. It looked like it was weeping with her. Hinata could feel the tears leak down her tears without her permission. She might actually die tonight. The thought was slightly frightening.
"So, what is the perfect little Hinata-hime doing out here? I thought Oyabun-sama had ordered you to dinner." She jumped up at the voice behind her. She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes. "He- He did, but it didn't go as planned, Sasuke-san." She stated, still staring at the tree in front of her. "I could tell by the way all of his goons are searching for you." She could hear him snicker. "They don't know you like I do, like Itachi does." She could hear his smile in his words. "What do you want Sasuke?" Her voice was soft. She didn't want her voice cracking in front of him. "Some company." He stated coldly. "Company isn't for the dead." She whispered.
(Scene) Doomed are the Damned, and Damned are the Doomed. In the end, Spite is much worse, than a needle in the eye and a spear in the heart. (Change)
"Calm down, Itachi-sama. She has been under a lot of stress. I'm sure once she is done resting she will apologize, un." Deidara was holding Itachi down for a moment. There was a medic cleaning up the glass shards in his hand. "How dare that wench speak to me like that?" Itachi ground his teeth. She had claimed her loyalty, but even deeper insulted him. He would teach her, her place. She was his! She had no claim on him. " Send them out to find her, now." He growled, if she begged for mercy, he might grant her some. "Yes, Kumicho-sama. Please be kind to her." Deidara slid out of the room and went to find Hinata. "Kind, humph, what does he think me. I will not harm my wife. She will only harm herself." He mumbled staring down at the blood on his hand. Was it that long ago that she had professed love for him. He had even replied. All he had done was give to her. What did he lack… If he needed to he would make her love him again. All he had ever asked for was loyalty.
…x…
"Damn that swine! How dare he threaten me?! I will have him dead." A voice came from behind a desk. "I will not stand for it." The man picked up the phone and dialed a number he knew by memory. "Yes, I want a hit on the Uchiha. Immediately… Later... Good." A silent click was heard as the phone was hung up. "I will have her, sooner or later, You will give her to me." The voice stated ominously. At that moment ,chaos was allowed to run free and Pandora's box was open for all to see.
Next Chapter Overview
Not everything was so sad, back then. I really did love you. What happened? Come back to me… I don't want to be alone anymore.
Author Notes
I am not extremely happy with this chapter, but it is a turning point. The next chapter will be all flashbacks. Or one Really BIG flashback. Sorry for any OOC, I told you I'm not really happy with it. –sigh- But it still works. I introduced Sasuke and such. And to answer, that line from the last chapter meant that the Sabaku's were slightly more aggressive. It did read funny. Sorry! As for other Questions Let's see…
Where is Sasuke?
-Umm… Just got introduced-
Is he the traitor of Itachi?
-Maybe…
Is Hinata just a possession of his?
-He kind of views her this way-
What does this other man think of her?
-You'll find out-
Is she expected to produce heirs for the Uchiha clan?
-Yes. That comes later.
I hope those were all of the questions.
I updated so quickly even I am impressed. I might have the next chapter over the weekend. I'm probably going to be gone all July and next week, So I'm going to update as much as possible, leave you at a cliffhanger and let you sit for a month. Mean, I know. Any who, lots of love for everyone that reviewed. Cookies for all.
-Riza