A/N Sorry about the long update, I had some personal issues, but I hope you like it and keep reviewing :D
HINATA'S POV
I can feel a bruise developing. The constant abuse to that one particular cheek seemed like a hundred little blades puncturing far enough to break the skin but not draw blood. In simple terms it hurt like a bitch. Heavy handed whore.
"Hey, princess, stay awake while I'm talking to you!" She screamed in my ear. I turned my head slightly to see who had me. She was kinda pretty, I won't deny. She had platinum blonde hair tied into a neat bun with a single strand in a perfect ringlet sitting comfortably next to her left eye. Her eyes glowed an innocent amber colour although the sweetness was evident it was bitter, dangerous and cold. She was dangerous and cold. She had crème white skin that rivaled and uchihas. Her lips were painted pink perfectly and she knew it.
She held a delicate traditional fan in left hand using it to keep my chin up and facing her while her hand was place round the back of my head slowly gripping my hair tightly. Her perfectly manicured nails dragging at my scalp, pulling at the roots. Total girl way of fighting.hmm I wonder who would win out of her and Sakura. I chuckled darkly under my breath. It came out slightly hoarse, but still managed to get the attention of this beautiful creature next to me.
"Ohh, we have a masochist" she sang. She bounced up and down, her hair flying around her face, a dangerously bright spark shinning in her eye. She danced and hummed tunelessly spinning around and around and around until she stopped dead in front of me. Crouched down and spat in my face. Bitch. I shook my head rapidly in a vain attempt of removing the saliva off my face. She's definitely so much worse than Sakura. Hey she'll probably win. "Let's play then prin-cess" She purred in my ear. I felt a dark shiver whisper down my spine. Shit!
"Argghhhh" I heard leave a blood thirsty scream escape my throat. A sharp pain pierced my shoulder blade entering through the back and leaving through the front. Then it was twisted, and I hissed. "You stupid BITCH!" I screamed head butting her. "Don't fucking touch me!" Then I saw red.
NARUTO'S POV
I kept running, my lungs burning. My muscles ached with the strain. The others following close behind trying to get me to slow down. But, why the hell would I? If anything was to happen to her, they'll trace it back to me and then my dad will kill me, and her dad will kill me, and her sister will kill me, and her step mother will kill me, and my mother will kill me, and my brother will kill me, and Kiba will kill me, and Neji will kill me, and... well everyone will make a group effort to kill me and then Pein will be happy to see my name on the news, 'Dead boy found buried under Lake Konoha'.
"Naruto, we can't keep up" Lee called. Lee of all people can't keep up. How fast am I running?
"Can't stop lee, she could be dead by now!" I yelled back without turning back, allowing the wind to carry the words. I pressed harder, not knowing where I was actually going, just following instinct. They've never failed me before, so they better not start now.
I kept running, taking random twist and turns until we got to the old abandoned nursery. They were meant to knock it down years ago, but never got round to it. Lazy ass holes. I bent down on my knees taking gulps of much needed air waiting for the others to catch up. They need to hurry the fuck up. They're gonna kill her.I could hear myself growl in frustration.
"Du..ude... I'm dying" I could hear lee pant. Why is he out of breathe already? We've been running for like 10mins full speed. I stood up straight and glared at him over my shoulder.
"Lee. You're starting to piss me off! Stoop complaining and deal with this got it!" I hissed. It sounded sinister coming from my voice. I didn't like it but if it got him to do as I said I as not about to complain.
He flinched at the words? The tone? At something. And he nodded. And silently stood beside Gaara who's face was alight with the thought of getting his hands all bloody. "Lets go guys" I commanded before we sprinted inside the building. Into complete and utter darkness.
Please be okay Hinata
Hinata's POV
I hissed in pain, the burning pain was excruciating. The ashes of the cigarette stunk my bare legs, as the initially complete cancer stick was pressed into the middle of my boobs. What the hell? This had been going on for around 20 minutes, each time she felt that the cigarettes were cooling down, she'd relight another. I was in pain. Scratch that I was in hell! But I didn't want to let her know that I was in that much pain. The one thing my pride will not allow. Damn pride, I never thought it would bring me to this point.
Then she lit another one and I inwardly flinched, how many of these things does she have, smirked at me before mumbling something under her breath about 'not begging', and me being no fun. Sick freak that was the first thought that came to mind. She placed the cigarette to her lips again and casually began to smoke it. Her hysterical eyes, calm as a single dancing flame, but the risk of the fire spreading was still there, she was even more dangerous like this. Whereas before you knew that physical pain was about to be inflicted, but when she was like this she was unpredictable a true sadist in all her glory. I could see the gears in her head turning with every, any and all torture techniques, it was frightening to think that she'd use as many as possible.
"Hey Hinata, have you ever wanted to be immortal?" She asked, her eyes glazed over, she looked drugged and fake. Her hand was still, suspended in the air away from her lips. She looked oblivious to everything, in her own little daydream. She was scared, lonely, angry, lust, paranoia. She's as delicate as anyone else, but she thirsts for pain that she can inflict upon others. She was hurt and wanted others to feel hurt. But when she looks like that, so vulnerable she looks like a kid that just got unfairly punished, and because she felt that way she was dangerous. The girl is really messed up.
"yeah, when I was like 9. I thought it would be fun to never grow old." I muttered. I didn't trust my voice not to quiver or break from the pain I'd endured. I attempted to shrug and failed. Wrist bound to tightly and my shoulders feeling as if they've been dislocated. She stared at me coolly her eyes calculating and prodding.
"What about now?" She enquired, her voice a low husky sound floated around my head.
"yeah, I guess" I answered. My head was starting to hurt, from the lack of sleep, the pain that seeped into my body and the cold air that had began to whisper around the room.
"Well I have a way for anyone to be young forever" She sang her eyes burned with a new game. "You have to die, cause that way you don't grow old, and you'd be living in the minds of others. That my darling is true immortality" She sighed leaning against the pole I was tied to. She raised her foot and kicked my hard across my face. And it hurt like a bitch. "Oh goody your boy friend and his goons are here" She hissed. Her eyes bright, alive and dangerous, she'd lost it. "I never said you could invite friends."
She pulled small knife from her shoe with one swift motion, locking her eyes to mine. A smile crawled onto her lips. It was haunting and deadly and wicked. "Boys, go and show our guest the door or show them what happens to trespassers." She ordered the Men. All 4 of them head to the door to my very far right. Huh, where've they been. The dang room still dampened her senses. This is bullshit, Naruto's gonna get killed. He can't seriously be here. "Why are you crying?" She purred. "You know your boyfriends gonna get it don't you" Her malicious smile placed securely on to her lips. Then she cackled, loud and as creepy as any witch. The wicked witch of the west must be so proud.
"He's not my boyfriend, he's just a friend" I mumbled, I knew she could hear me, she seemed to hear everything.
"psh, whatever. Let's start with this immortality process" She giggled. I didn't think she could be any scarier. As she twirled the small blade in her fingers, entranced by the shine it held. It looked freshly polished and kinda pretty. Then she licked it. What the fuck is she on? She stepped closer to me and bent down, becoming eye level. A sinister grin spread across her lips again, before she trailed the blade down the length of my arm, causing me to shiver in the welcomed acceptance of death. Oh my god Hina! Do not go out without a fight. Just don't do it I will not allow it. My mind was screaming at me, I couldn't focus on anything. The sharp, cold metallic piece buried itself into my arm. Shallow as it was it hurt like a bitch. She started to drag it further down not caring if a vein or artery was caught. She repeated this action on my other arm, causing me to feel my consciousness slipping. I said don't go down without a fight dammit. My eyes dropping easily and forced open. The blood was soaking my bindings, I could get out this. The thought was joyous, but again my eyes drooped shut reminding me of my dire situation, I'm not gonna get out of this alive. You gotta try, or you'll never know. I forced my lids again hissing profanities under my breath, low enough that I don't have any idea what I was saying. I stretched my legs out as far as their bindings would allow, and I began to twist my wrist in hopes of releasing them. Please let this work.
"What did you say hun, I couldn't quite hear you" She sang, sinking forward knife poised in her hands.
I repeated the hissing sounds again, slipping one hand out of the bindings. I can only imagine how much blood is clinging to them, gross. Trying to untie the second hand without moving too much was much easier thought than done. Come on dammit. The closer she got was causing me to try and work this at an even faster pace.
"What did you say?" She whispered her eyes glazed over again, she looked scary.
Then my hand slipped free.
"I... said: You are a fucking psycho" I hissed bringing my knees up slamming straight into her chest, thing grabbed a chuck of her hair and slammed it as hard as possible into the cold, concrete ground. Her nose made a disgusting crack sound as it connected. The knife dropped from her hand.
NARUTO POV.
Shit, these guys don't wanna die that thought circulated in my mind as if on replay. I punched another one in the face and watched him stumble backwards. I dived for him, throwing all my weight into this one attack, pinning him to the floor and repeated the punching motion again and again, until he stopped moving. The rest were dealt with hopefully. I stood up and jogged to the door where they came from , the darkness surrounding everything before the door.
"Naruto, do you seriously think she's still alive. I mean this is pein's family member there all fucking psycho" Gaara murmured behind me. His voice the reasoning force in this room, the possibility was high. I prayed for Gaara to be wrong.
I pushed the door open to reveal a battered Hinata, holding a blade to bindings trying to cut through them, a blonde haired girl lying face down seemingly unconscious.
"Yes" She whispered standing on shaking legs. She stumbled forward, looking down oblivious to our presence until she was half way across the room and buckled under her weight. I raced over to her picked her up and carried bridal style. She looked up at me with blurry eyes and smiled innocently, and whispered my name sending shivers down my spine, before closing her eyes and slipping into a state of unconsciousness.
