And so here's the big 'ol chapter I also wrote! So once again, I hope you enjoy and such. Nout be mine. As per :')

(On a little side note, I do apologise to you if you are also waiting on an update for 'The Kyuubi Compromise', but I felt inspired to do this story, so... SOZ.)

"Faster"

Sweat poured from her brow

"Faster, Hinata"

Her thin slender arms and legs straining under the pressure; she stifled a groan.

"Don't stop, don't slowdown"

Yet she could feel her limbs failing even as he spoke; her bones screaming in protest as she pushed herself ever further towards her limit. The scolding pain raced through her spine as she persisted; her long midnight hair sticking irritably to her face - red and puffy.

"Just one more, Hinata. One more"

With her one final ounce of strength, she raised her body from the ground for a final time, holding the position for a few seconds, waiting for the weight to finally be lifted from her back.

"And that's that! Well done, sis!"

Hanabi, who had been happily perched cross legged upon her sister's back as she completed her one hundred push –ups, leapt of her forcefully, turning to smile down at the exhausted woman sprawled upon the ground.

"Hey Neji, I think we broke her! Hahah!"

Hinata merely heard a light thud, and her younger sister yelp in dismay, rubbing the back of her head.

"Maybe I should sit on your back and see how many you can do?"

"What?! No way! You weight, like, a ton!"

There was another light thud.

"Ok, ok! You're so grumpy…"

"You are done for today, Hanabi, go freshen up"

Hanabi leapt for joy at this, and waved happily at Hinata, who had managed to roll onto her back, puffing heartily. "Bye Sis! Good luck with sparring!" the teenager chuckled, before turning back to the man next to her "Be nice to her, will ya?"

Neji merely raised an eyebrow at her "Aren't I always?"

Her only response was an unintelligible huff, as she ran back towards the house, half a mile away.

And finally, they were alone.

Returning hesitantly to her feet, Hinata brushed the dirt from her clothes; a navy blue t-shirt and black ¾ length pants, in an effort to distract herself from the very awkward situation she was now faced with. The relief that had washed over her when she saw her sister waiting for her beside Neji had been utter bliss; having perfected the ability to fill awkward silences with mindless banter, Hanabi had proven quite useful on this particular day - even as she ran and jumped and punched and kicked, she had managed to chatter on for the full 2 hours' worth of training.

No wonder she gets in so much trouble at school… Hinata thought absently. Not that she minded, of course, having beenleft little room for any conversation other than Hanabi's crazy antics, she found herself feeling somewhat blessed… Although she hadn't been too sure she'd be able to cope with anymore unintelligible chit-chat from her younger sibling for much longer.

"You can't avoid me forever"

Damn it Hanabi, come back!

Her eyes remained fixated on a single speck of dirt lingering on the edge of her tee "I-I don't know what you mean"

"Don't playing games with me, woman"

At that Hinata straightened and at last met his eyes; a cloudy white, as usual, yet there was something… more, in them. Not the same passionate metallic fire like the previous night, but still, a spark seemed to be caught within them, ready to be lit at a moments' notice. Yet his sombre expression did nothing to show what plans he had in store for them. She felt her whole body tense and flush a light pinkish red – an autumn breeze whooshed past them, sending her long damp hair swirling slightly around her.

"P-Please, I can't … I don't have time for… for this"

"Time for what, Hinata?" and just like that, the space between them was breached – an inch lay between them as Hinata's breath caught in her throat, and Neji strained to hold his stony composure. "Time for what? For me? Because you seemed to have plenty of time for me last night"

She shuddered. Flashbacks drenched in alcohol and invading hands filled her senses; Hinata squirmed at the memory, desperately avoiding his ardent glare. He noticed this, and grabbed her chin roughly, forcing her gaze back to meet his. The coarse tips of his fingers contrasting with the subtle softness of her skin, made her whole body melt; her nerves tingled, ached with each passing second.

Wait, surely that wasn't right.

"No… No I, it wasn't l-like that…You were…d-drunk and…"

Yet she couldn't continue; he had released her and, instead, grazed his fingers along her cheek slowly. His breath gliding over her, hot and heavy, intoxicated her like a drug, and Hinata could do nothing but stare back into the silvery orbs that had ensnared her.

"We were drunk, yes. But that doesn't mean you can deny what happened. You can't deny what you felt"

Suddenly, there was no space at all between. Another hand had steadily seized her hip, holding her to him, moulding them together once again; yet the frustration of still not being close enough was clearly etched upon Neji's face, as he watched her intently, daring her to stop him.

Willing her to feel the same.

"Just let me have a taste… just one taste…"

Carefully, purposely, he leaned in towards her, his eyes now glazed and narrow as he awaited her response – moving his hand to caress the back of her neck, he could feel her racing heart and quick, panting breaths. It didn't help his 'calm composure' one bit.

Hinata's head tilted back slightly into the poignant touch of his hand – her eyes half closed and dreamy when she realised his lips were suddenly on hers; grazing, teasing. It was as she was about to part her own moist, willing lips, did she remember the haunting words of the night before, sending a cold, brutal chill down her spine.

"You damned me to hell"

That caught him off guard.

His eyes went wide with confusion, his movements froze and, funnily enough, it appeared to be his turn to stop breathing. Yet his puzzlement didn't last long – he merely regarded her blankly as he spoke.

"Can't help a man for wanting some company"

And with that, Neji's lips crashed against hers – his tongue parting her delicate mouth to explore it's every crevice. In her shock, Hinata let him, only to avidly join in the invasion of the other's mouth; she moaned sinfully as his teeth caught her bottom lip. Leaving deep swelling indents that made it throb bitter sweetly. Her hands, which had been hanging lifeless by her sides, abruptly came to life; grabbing handfuls of dark brown hair and clinging to the man before her for dear life. He too, released a raw moan of pleasure.

As their hearts pounded in unison, and their hands and tongues searched each other madly – both of them craving the sweet tastes and savage touch of the other, a strong male hand caressed Hinata's hip roughly, reaching underneath the rim of her pants to stroke the smooth bare flesh of her abdomen. A gasp of anticipation escaped her at the sudden contact, yet instead of deepening their kiss in approval, she was immediately hit with the shocking realisation of what was going on.

Oh God, this isn't good. Oh GOD.

Even before the thought had full processed in her mind, she had detached her hands from Neji's hair and planted them firmly on his chest in an attempt to shove him away. Yet as she felt him fall back away from her, the hand around her neck quickly latched onto her wrist, dragging her down with him; she shut her eyes as she landed on her knees with a heavy thud.

Pain slowly crept up through her legs as she remained perfectly still, kneeling on the hard dusty ground panting laboriously; her eyes still clamped shut in fear and total denial. They immediately shot open, however, when she felt two forceful hands on both hips, pulling her downwards. Although she never did hit the hard, dusty ground, she most certainly felt something hard beneath her – to her utter horror, she found herself perched upon the young man. Legs wide open. Straddling him. The man in question simply grinned up at her wickedly. Oh my…

"So, what's your excuse now?"

His husky words were accompanied by a sudden shift in movement – mainly his hips. He thrust upwards, the friction of their bodies dragging a reluctant groan of delight from the woman atop of him. His grin widened. Gripping her slight hips a little harder, he thrust again, rubbing his obvious arousal between her open legs, his own sigh of pleasure accompanying her second.

She felt dizzy with delight, like she was overdosing on bliss; the solidity of him below causing her own arousal to escalate. The damp fabric separating them clinging to her like another layer of skin as she, in return, began to rotate her hips. And yet, even as a cry of abandonment oozed from her, she found herself jerking away from him; flinging herself as far from him as possible, landing on her hands and knees, breathing in hot thick air that clogged her throat and made her whimper and choke in confusion.

She was on her feet as soon as air could travel safely to her lungs.

Still her heart crashed against her ribs but she didn't care, instead, she merely started to run. Running as far away from the dangerous man that was her family, trainer and bodyguard – blinding tears blurred her vision. Still she persisted towards the sanctuary that was her home, the echoing sound of Neji's breathless shouts urging her onward, regardless of his painful words.

"You think you can run from me, Hinata!? We live in the same damn house!"

But it was only when she heard his footsteps did she start sprinting.