Chapter 4: Discipline

What the hell...is exactly so great about that stupid girl?

Was it her innocent and ditzy personality that made guys stare after her every single day? Or could it be that she gives off pheromones without even knowing it?

"But then again...maybe it's just her body."

It's been about a whole month since the both of us have been dating. Of course, no one in the school knows about it yet because I don't want them to. It'd just cause a commotion.

Well, if they find out, they find out. What can I do?

I caught a bunch of guys in the hallway gawking at her.

"Whoa, it's Hinata-chan! W-What should I do? I feel like my heart's gonna rip right out of my chest!"

"Have you ever seen the girl's face up close? Her eyes are huge!"

"She looks just like a cute and small animal; it makes me wanna protect her."

"Can you imagine that innocent face twisting up in pleasure?"

That last line made me turn and glare at them. They ran like the sorry asses they were.

Hmph! Serves them right...

As for why I was so angry this morning, I wasn't sure why myself.

Two hours ago:

The next day, I woke up to the Hyuga sleeping beside me. She snored softly in her sleep, unaware that I was staring at her.

I sat up, rubbing the side of my head. Besides my mother, she was the first girl that I'd slept with throughout the whole night. After having done that with other girls, I'd send them home right away. I hated girls with a clingy personality.

Something must be wrong with me. I don't even like the idiot, plus she's clingy in her own way, but...I don't dislike it.

One glance at my alarm clock told me that we'd soon have to get ready for school. I contemplated on the thought on whether or not I should wake her up. If she was late because she couldn't get up, that was her own fault, but there was also the fact that I made her spend the night without calling home.

And missing school on top of that, she'd get into a lot of trouble.

Most people called me a jerk and yeah, that was pretty much true, but that didn't mean I didn't have a conscience of my own.

I put my hand on her shoulder and shook her. "Hey, wake up." She didn't stir, but instead pushed my hand away.

"Five more minutes Hanabi..."she mumbled.

This girl...

I leaned down near her ear and whispered. "If you don't wake up, I'll rape you."

Her eyes flew open at this. She immediately sat up and pulled the covers to her chest.

"You-You said you w-wouldn't do anything!"

Angry, I kicked her off the bed. Her arms flailed in the air as she fell to the floor with a loud thump.

"Owww..."

"And I wasn't lying either. You're body alone isn't enough to get me excited much less satisfy me."

Her cheeks grew red.

"Stop blushing and get ready. You leave first."

Don't you have anything else better to do than stare at her all day?!

Was what I wanted to say, but I was in class and I would've hated to be the center of attention.

I watched as she sat there happily in the center of the room, writing down in her blue-spiral mini-notebook, a carefree smile on her face.

She's been writing in that thing ever since she came here. Not that I cared or anything, it was just too noticeable or...at least she was. For god's sake, even the teachers were making a pass at her, including the teacher I had right now.

He was known for being popular with the second year girls. Good-looking, gentle and kind, he was overall the nice-guy type.

Turning away from the chalkboard, his eyes focused on her and as usual, she was unaware of it.

"Hyuga, would you come up and translate this sentence into kanji?" he asked, giving her his a hundred percent flash of a smile. About every girl in the class was swooned by his charm.

The guy's a faker, they're idiots if they can't even tell that much.

Hinata fidgeted nervously in her seat and stood up, her cheeks pink.

"H-Hai."

It really pissed me off whenever she blushed like that. The worst case would be when it happened around another guy.

Stupid girl, she was lying when she said she liked me. I mentally slapped myself after realizing what I had thought.

It can't be...there's no way I'm-

Calmly, I reminded myself why I was going out with her in the first place. And it certainly wasn't out of affection either.

Looking back at the girl, a feeling of disgust came over me, memories of a certain person I hated resurfacing.

That's right; I had to keep sight of my goal.

I wasn't in denial about the fact that I was a rather sadistic person. That smiling face, just the thought of being able to see it crumble ran a jolt of excitement through my body. Honestly though, she looked so stupid right now that it made me want to smack her. Watch the side of her cheek burn red with a stinging pain, her large eyes welling with fresh tears.

Just the thought-just the thought made me want to get up from my seat and do it right now.

After English, Gym period was next.

I pulled open my locker to pull out my uniform and instead held only a pair of black shorts.

"Where the hell's my shirt?"

I turned my head from left to right, staring down the guys to give it up or else they'd get a beating.

Everyone turned away nonchalantly as if they hadn't noticed.

I scoffed. "What are you guys, a bunch of girls? If you want, we can take it outside right now like real men, but if you're angry just because you can't get laid, don't take it out on me."

They remained silent. If looks could kill, I would've been dead from all the glares. Laughing to myself, I removed my shirt and changed into my shorts.

With Anko as the teacher, I knew she wouldn't have me let me off so easily.

"Uchiha! Where's your shirt?" she cried, a look of shock on her face. That was new.

I scratched the back of my head. "Someone stole it."

"Do you know who?"

I shook my head. "It's fine. It feels better without a shirt anyways."

She stared at me for a bit and shook her head, coughing. "I-Is that so? Fine then, I'll let you off for now, but you'd better have a new shirt by tomorrow."

"Hai."

Like I said earlier, if looks could kill, I would've been raped instead with the vibes I'd been getting from all the girls.

"Look at Sasuke-kun; doesn't he have a great figure?"

"I know. Not too skinny, muscle-but not a lot, tall and thin with a wide back."

"He's too sexy. I'm gonna have an orgasm just from looking at him."

As much as they tried to keep their voices down, I could still hear their squealing from behind.

I wish they'd shut up.

Today was a free gym period which meant we were allowed to do whatever we wanted as long as it was active.

I walked over to the cart beside the boy's locker room to take out a basketball. Inside, I could hear the familiar voices of a few of my classmates.

"Damn that Uchiha, he's not even embarrassed!"

"It's more like the guy doesn't even care. The girls are all over him even more now."

"I should've taken his shorts instead-ow!"

"That's what you were supposed to do! Dumbass!"

Oh? So they're the culprits?

It was hard to suppress my laughter, but I walked away before they could see me.

They were really pathetic.

Gym was over so my next class was Science.

I'd left early to get to the classroom and get some rest first, something I always did. When I got there, I saw a scene I never expected to witness so soon.

The halls were empty and most people were still in their other classes, but right now, in the one classroom I went to everyday, my girlfriend sat at her desk with our English teacher standing over her, their faces close to one another. Even if it was far away, from where I stood, I could see the frightened look in her eyes, her hand trembling as she tried desperately to hold onto the pencil.

This guy made his move faster than I expected.

I caught myself staring at her once again. If she saw me, she definitely would've sent 'help me' signals. The question was should I help her or not? To think that this not only happened to her on her first day of school, but a second time as well? But then again, I loved that troubled look on her face.

She needed some punishment anyways. No one told her to follow him alone to an empty classroom.

Hinata's POV:

I could feel it. He was so close.

His hot breath on the back of my neck, ear, and face, it was...disgusting.

Enough to make we want to vomit.

"Hyuga, do you understand this character right here?" he asked, pointing out the kanji with his long and slender finger, tracing the lines of it.

"H-Hai," I answered, my forehead beaded with sweat. I wiped at it with the back of my hand, hoping that he would get the hint that I didn't want him standing so close to me. It was enough that his hand overlapped my own. I didn't dare say anything though, especially to a teacher. If I caused anymore trouble in school, father would...

Father would be really disappointed in me.

"Then...do you understand what this character translates into?" he asked, bringing himself even closer to me.

I looked away, not wanting to see his face.

"Well?"

"It means..."

"What is it?"

"...to make."

"Correct, but do you know there are other terms for the word 'make'?" he asked, trailing his fingertips along the nape of my neck.

I gulped.

"Another way to use the word 'make' would be to 'Make love'," he whispered.

I immediately stood up, causing my chair to scrape loudly against the floor. As if answering to my movement, Sensei pushed me down, my head hitting the top of the desk.

"That's very rude of you Hyuga, to try and leave without letting a person finish what they have to say." The tone of his voice held disapproval.

"S-Sensei-!"

He put a hand over my mouth, indicating for me to be quiet.

"We can't have you causing a commotion, now can we?" I turned my head around to see him loosen the tie underneath his collar and slip it around my wrists, binding them together.

I jerked my head away from his hand. "S-Stop it! If y-you go any further, I-I'll scream for help!" Struggling did no good since he had me pinned down.

"What are you talking about? Do you think I'd be so stupid as to let someone actually see us? The principal had the schedule changed for today because of a faculty meeting. Luckily, I'm the school monitor, so everyone should be in study hall right now."

This guy-he tricked me?

"I know exactly what you're thinking. The only thing I find surprising is how willingly you came knowing the consequences."

"B-But that's only because y-you said Uchiha-san asked me to w-wait for him here!"

"And you believed it? The kid hardly associates with anyone other than Naruto; in fact, I can tell he doesn't even like me. Ahh, but then again, it's your naiveté and innocent face that make you so cute. I'd taken a liking to you from the day you transferred here."

"Th-This is wrong! Why are you doing this?"

"Why you ask? The answer to that is simple."

He slid his hand underneath my skirt and rubbed the side of my inner thigh, touching down there as well.

"It's because I feel like it."

"S-Stop it! Stop t-touching me!" I tried kicking at him, but he caught my leg.

"Why not? You'll eventually enjoy it anyways," he said, bending down to lick the side of my face.

I wanted to hit him so badly right there and then.

Tears sprang to my eyes at how weak I was at the moment. There was a huge difference in strength, something I couldn't match up to.

Even if someone did come, the whole school would find out and then they'd contact my father.

I definitely didn't want that.

I've already caused him enough trouble.

Closing my eyes, I decided it best to let him have his way and get this over with. He would be satisfied and no one would find out. Life would go on as it normally did but...

...what about me?

It was then that I heard the classroom door slide open and looked up to see Uchiha-san.

Wh-What is he doing here?

He quickly walked over and grabbed sensei by the front of his shirt.

"Y-You damn brat, what do you think you're-?"

"Kazuki-sensei," he smiled. "I'd appreciate it if you kept your hands OFF my girlfriend." He kneed sensei in the crotch, causing him to fall over in pain, his body curled up.

He turned to me and glared.

Uh-oh, is he angry?

Loosening the tie around my wrists, he grabbed my hand and pulled me after him, not stopping until we reached the shoe lockers which were downstairs. My legs were sore by this point.

Tired, I bent over to catch my breath. Uchiha-san instead lifted me back up and pushed me against the locker, slamming his hand beside my head. The sound was loud and it made me cringe.

"You stupid girl! What the hell were you thinking? How could you get yourself mixed up with that pervert?!"

"N-No, I wasn't-"

"I don't care how dense you are, there's a limit to it! Anyone could see that look he gives you in class!"

"But I-It's not like I wanted him to-"

"Then why'd you follow him?"

I looked down, embarrassed at how foolish I was for believing him.

"Aren't you gonna give me your answer?"

"It's because he...told me that you asked me to wait for you there."

There was a long silence.

Finally, Uchiha-san pushed back his long bangs, chuckling.

"You...you really are an idiot," he laughed, shaking his head.

"I know I am."

Once he finished, Uchiha-san looked up and smiled. A jolt of fear ran through me. It didn't take a genius to figure out how fake that smile looked.

"Listen up, I'll only say this once and make it clear to you."

He traced the bottom of my lips with his thumb and slowly brought his hand up to hold the side of my face, gently caressing it.

Excitement and fear all at once filled my heart, with a sense of longing as well. Touching me like this, standing so close, and staring at me with those dark, beautiful and piercing eyes of his made me experience a sensation I'd never once ever felt in my life before.

Leaning over, he flicked his tongue lightly at my earlobe, holding the back of my head with his other hand.

"U-Uchiha-san..."

The pleasure of it all made me want to faint. It was nothing compared to what sensei did earlier which was revolting by the way.

The smallest gestures, touch, and sound of his voice had me completely entranced.

His voice low and husky, he whispered to me in English.

"You belong to me."