Corruption

A.N

I rather enjoyed the last one shot, and I realize there's a lot of people who would be happy for an Ita/Hina/Sasu story... I haven't got a multi chapter sorted in my head. I just finished Runaway, and I'm finishing Paint With Words so I'm trying to not distract myself with another one yet lol, maybe something will come up though.

I've never done a harem fic yet, and I'm tempted to try except for that I am unsure who I would want to win and that makes me hesitate... I have to know who is going to end up with Hina or I won't be able to write it and at the moment I can't decide O_O

If I do write an Ita/Hina/Sasu it won't be a long multi chapter. It'll be max ten.

Keep reviewing, maybe I'll keep thinking about it ;)

Much love,

Inky


There was no way.

He stared at her as she entered the cave, the drip of the dirty putrid water trickling over the stones was almost pretty, tinkling over the rock and into the pools that lined the cave on either side.

He stared because there was no way, it couldn't be her. Yet there she was.

Her hair was soaked, and it curled at the ends and her bangs twisted in tendrils around her face, spills of kanji ink against her white cheeks. The pale eyes of the Hyuuga clan studied carefully the entrance of the cave mouth and started as they landed on him, surprise and then hesitation scrambling over her features.

The clothes on her body clung to her, wet and plastered to her there was little left to the imagination and he realized he had been away for a long time. In his memory she fluttered like a moth, white and billowing in a large sweater, her pale eyes timid, her hands always fidgeting in front of her.

This was not the same being. Slowly, with only the slightest hint of uncertainty she lowered herself to a fighting stance, her eyes darkening and the veins sharpening against the smooth delicate skin of her temples.

"Uchiha." She breathed the word the way one would when encountering a deer in the forest and she swallowed painfully, waiting for his response.

This was his cave. His sanctuary and he was dumbfounded that she was there. Had she found it with her Byakugan? Why would a Konoha shinobi team send their tracker forward instead of keeping them safe?

It didn't matter either way. His eyes shifted in the darkness, from midnight black to the agonized red of his clan, glowing in the shadows towards her, listening to her heart beating even among the thundering of the waterfall behind her.

Drip drip drip the water trickled, and he moved.

She sucked in air, and her hands lifted to block the attack coming at her, but there was no hope for her, there never had been. He was who he was, and few could stand to keep up.

The smack to her neck sent her body crumbling and before she landed on the solidity of the cave floor his arm languidly caught her body, studying the paleness of her skin, the droplets of water sliding over the curve of her jaw and down, tears in reverse heading upward.

What are you doing here?

His eyes moved backwards to the curtain of water that separated him from the rest of the world, and he pondered where the rest of her team was.

Well, it didn't matter. He would be ready for them. Lowering her carefully to the ground he paused, watching again as the moisture slid over her skin, from the curve of her cheek down, past her jaw line, to her neck, nestling into the black of hair.


They never came.

She woke hours later and there was still no intrusion. The sun had vanished and in the cave the light was impossible to find, there was only the sound of the water. He knew she woke from the change in her breath, the steady slow in and out of unconsciousness giving way to a more controlled distinct sound.

The sound of barely managed fear.

"You can see me in the dark, I assume." He murmured, sitting with his knee up gazing out past the tendrils of water from the waterfall, uncaring as she shifted on the ground. He wondered briefly what it would be like to see the chakra moving within a body. Was it like fireworks against the black of the sky? Was it like fireflies lazily shifting in the grasses at night? Or was it blood, a steady stream of energy that pulsed with his heart?

Softly, her answer was concise, and he appreciated the brevity.

"Yes."

"Good. You will tell me now where the rest of your comrades are." And his gaze turned to her in the shadows and she did not have to wonder where he would be if she shut her Byakugan down. In the black only his gaze glowed, and although there was the stunning terror of facing a demon in the dark she couldn't help it.

Like rubies, the sharingan gaze glittered at her and she swallowed, amazed by their beauty.

"I have no comrades."

"I do not take well to lies."

"I am...a defector."

"I will not warn you again."

She could see it, the swirling of the chakra, and if he had known he would have asked her to describe it. More like fireworks and paint than anything the colors shifted, and went from blue to dark agonized purple within his body, they traveled in splutters and swirls, in twists and turns, and when he became aggravated with her answer she watched the twisting pools of energy erupt like lava within him, bubbling.

"...no one has come for me. There is no one to search." Something about her words sounded wounded and he stared through the black at her, puzzling out the tone in her voice.

"...but I see a chakra point heading towards us from the west." Her voice surprised him when it continued, and he turned towards the waterfall again, parting the curtain of liquid with the sheath of his sword like fabric. Through the sudden partition the moonlight snapped to attention, flooding the cave with blue light that traveled down and into the throat of the cave, lighting her face as she stared into the sky, her Byakugan gaze focused on the distance.

"...Deidara." She whispered. "And another form I do not know. Ten, maybe eight minutes away if there is no wind resistance to his birds."

He watched her, brow furrowed for a moment before turning back to the sky where against the blue black of the night sky he could see just the smallest smudge of a shadow in the direct line of the moon's light.

Perhaps... she could be useful.


He had not intended for her to be dragged into the fight but being found with him tended to get people dragged into things whether they or he liked it or not. She was wounded, and more severely than he had anticipated. Her ability to recon was not matched by her ability to defend herself. At least not against the likes of someone like Deidara or Sasori.

He carried her on his back and wondered briefly about the wetness of her blood seeping into his clothing. It would be easy, in this moment to put her down, to walk away, to let her bleed and then slowly die alone in the forest, succumbing to the natural order of things. It wouldn't be so difficult as it was to carry her to his next hideout, the stitch the wound closed, to cauterize it with fire.

The thoughts of putting her down continued to nag in his head as the grass of the forest tickled around his legs but he didn't. She had jumped to his defense, had taken a kunai to the hip and had it been an inch lower would have bled out in minutes not the long hours that awaited her. The choice would have been out of his hands, but alas. It was what it was for now.

A sound escaped her on his shoulder and he turned his head the briefest bit to the right, listening to her soft moan.

"...p..put me down."

He almost scoffed at the incredulity of her request considering his thoughts on the matter. "Believe me when I say you do not want me to do that."

"...I'm dying."

He didn't deny it. But he continued on, his eyes lighting on the moon through the broken branches of the trees above, the travel of her pale face along the sky told him that he would soon be at his destination and even if she did die at least this one miserable thing would not linger on his conscience.

She whimpered when he raised the fire with katon, cutting at her clothing with his knife, exposing the smooth flesh ripped from the bite of the kunai, the blood pumping unhealthily against the paleness of her skin.

There would be no stitching that. In the darkness of the shack he used to recover he breathed in deep and lighting the knife to a brilliant red hot brand he looked at her, watching as her face twisted with the realization of what he was going to do.

Her mouth opened, and he expected that she was going to beg him not to.

"Thank you."

When he pressed the blade to her skin she shrieked, and jerked against him and then relaxed as the pain overwhelmed her and threw her into the depths of sleep.

He watched again as sweat now, rather than water slid over the pearl of her skin, along the smoothness of her throat, down the curve of her collarbone, and into the depths of her clothing.


There had never been a discussion about her leaving. He never mentioned it, and after waiting a couple of days for her to manage her pain she had unceremoniously stitched her clothing, wrapped her wounds in bandages he provided and without a word followed him.

At first he was unsure about the shadow he had gained, but her pace was commendable. There was never a complaint, nor a word, from her unless he spoke to her first and he began to ponder what she was doing.

But as she never asked him, he never thought to ask her.

Together they traversed hectares of land, moving through the darkness of the forest at night, sleeping little, eating less.

Her eyes managed to shift him from incoming ninja, including he noted, those of Konoha. If she had lied about her defecting it would be hard not to believe her now.

Sitting quietly on one of the stones by the stream he had picked to be their campsite for the evening she watched as without effort he scooped from the flashing water the silver fish she would clean and cook for their meal that day, her hands already full of the forest vegetables she had found on their walk.

Walking over to her through the shallows of the stream he raised the two wriggling animals up to her and watched with curiosity as she looked at them, and then at him. So far he had done all the killing, and for a moment the hesitation made him wonder, until she took the tails in her hand and abruptly smashed the creatures to their death with one swift snap of her wrist against the rock.

Her pale eyes blinked a few times at their sudden stillness and turned back to him.

For some reason the words pulled out of his mouth, smooth and supple like the slick scaly bodies of the fish.

"Why did you leave?"

She held the fish carefully, pulling her eyes from him and back to them, drawing a kunai as she lay them flat on the rock she had been using as a seat, slicing the belly and setting the crimson ribbons of the innards tumbling into the pristine waters of the stream, carried along and away by the current.

"Marriage." she mumbled softly, and he waited, because surely he had not heard that correctly.

"They were going to marry me off." she continued, and she accented the sentence with a snap of her knife to the fish head, setting the wide eyed shocked face into the water in one fluid motion.

Somehow he had expected something more interesting, and the grunt of disapproval seemed to make her understand that. Turning her pale eyes back to him for a moment she added. "I don't expect you to understand."

"Good." He replied, and his eyes snapped to the next fish she was going to clean, it's sudden writhing body signalling she had not hit it hard enough on the rock in the first place. Startling him she stabbed the kunai into it's head, pinning him to the rock by the gills, the splash of it's blood splashed to her neck and breathing deeply she pulled the knife down, dragging it along the belly.

He watched as the blood and water trickled down her neck, leaving long red tendrils along the marble smoothness of her skin.


Entering Orochimaru's lair he had expected she would have hesitated to continue inwards. This was his fight, his moment to destroy him but she lingered behind him, her Byakugan at the ready, her hands hovering over her kunai.

"Stay." His word had been soft, and hardly sounded like an order. Her eyes lingered on him for a moment.

"Why?"

She had not asked him a single question. Not once, and so he turned to look at her over his shoulder, dark eyes penetrating.

"Do as you please then."

And they moved forward. How long had they been this way? Months? He tried to think back, tried to remember and as they entered the shadows of his last home he marveled.

A year, at least a year if not more...

He couldn't even answer one question, despite the year. His eyes lingered on her for one moment longer before they entered the darkness.

What was this?


He had lost her in the fray.

His eyes searched through the darkness of the forest outside of the disgusting hole that Orochimaru had built himself, the snake nest had left a bad taste in his mouth but it only worsened when he realized he had no idea where she was.

The battle had been bloody, there had been screams and death and at one point he had been unsure that he was going to make it, but to his surprise he felt a strange shame that he had not thought of her, until this moment, outside in the blackness of the night.

He restrained himself, just barely, from calling her name in the darkness and telegraphing his location to everyone, instead he stopped moving, standing on the first branch of a giant oak, his stance at least thirty feet above the ground below, listening.

Suddenly from his right, he felt the whisper of cut air, the snap of sharpness to oxygen and flickered out of sight, a growl beginning at the base of his throat, watching as the kunai thrown embedded themselves to the trunk of the tree.

"Above you."

Her voice made him look sharply upwards, just in time to see the shadow of a shinobi raining down on him, kunai raised high.

"Huh." He grunted as the impact of the body slammed into him, sending them both hard against the solidity of the ancient tree branch. The eyes of the shinobi burned a bright green and he thought for a second he recognized them through the mask.

"Sasuke!"

The voice was recognizable anywhere, and with a growl of frustration he chucked the small form off of him and heard the thud of her body crumbling against the trunk of the tree.

"Sakura."

Landing beside her the blonde fox appeared, wrapping his arms around the pink haired kunoichi delicately, blue gaze blazing as he stared at Sasuke. "Teme."

"This again." Sasuke grumbled, eyes searching the darkness for his idiot teacher. "Where's the third?"

"Two trees to the left, his chakra is building. Katon." Hinata's voice whispered from the shadows and as she finished a flame exploded, hissing with anger as it ripped into the place Sasuke should have been, although instead he had taken off, running up the trunk of the tree, towards her.

Even so, he didn't miss the voices behind him and their surprise.

"Hinata!? Why are you- what are you doing?" Naruto sounded incredulous. "Where are you going?"

He saw her pale eyes before he saw anything else, and like the moon and stars that rose up as he traveled to the canopy they glowed. He didn't stop, his hand slamming out into her throat, sending her hard against the branch they stood on, pinning her there with her hands gripping his wrist so tightly it left half moons of blood from her nails in his skin.

He knew what those fingers could do, knew that they could reach out and snap his chakra closed, disable his movement, at this proximity render him blind.

But she just gasped in his grip, staring at him, waiting.

"You're one of them."

"...Sasuke."

His grip loosened, if only to hear what she had to say and sucking in the needed oxygen she relaxed against the curve of the tree branch, exposing for a moment the smoothness of her neck to him, making him angry with the craving, the fingers that had touched her there burning.

"...you were a mission..." Raising herself to her elbow she trained her pale gaze on him, and he started.

"...I did defect." She breathed in deep, her gaze level with his and despite the missing byakugan he felt she could see into him.

"...just... later..."

Unsure of whether or not he was understanding he stood, watching her pull herself to her feet slowly.

"They are here because I have stopped sending reports. They must have thought... you killed me."

He was struggling, trying to catch up. Her body behind him all these days, listening, asking no questions, watching always watching.

A mission.

He was a mission.

"You defected." HIs eyes lingered on her face, and the purse of her lips. "The marriage."

"I didn't lie." she stiffened. "They're coming, from the left, Naruto and Kakashi, from the right-"

Behind her Sakura exploded, her fists lit to fire and Hinata barely moved out of the way as the med nin's chakra exploded, sending the tree and all the occupants on it flying with the sawdust of the shattered branch outward.

He moved without thinking, grabbing Hinata around the waist, slamming into the canopy as they fell and gathering themselves they began to run. Dragging her behind him, his hand gripping hers tightly he turned to look at her.

"Tell me."

His eyes bore into hers in the shadows as they ran, and like the night of the waterfall their beauty was not lost to her, nor was the fear.

"You corrupted me." She whispered it, and her pale eyes hid nothing, glancing back sharply she stopped. "They've slowed. They're- Ah!" And she felt him slam her into the tree trunk again, pinning her there, sharingan rotating energetically.

"This was my last mission." Her gaze leveled on his face, unwavering in her stare. "My marriage to my cousin was supposed to happen two months ago."

Slowly he tilted her head up, exposing the pulsing jugular at her throat, his fingers tracing along the curve of her neck enticing a shiver through her body at his touch.

His lips finally moved onto the skin, sliding slow and methodical upwards to the hinge of her jaw, and a soft intake of breath escaped her at the feel of his teeth grazing her earlobe.

"Why you?" He was puzzled still, and he watched with interest as she sucked in another breath and felt the blood pump harder in her veins, the drum of her heart beat pulsing under his lips.

"...they did not think that I could be corrupted. Ino, Sakura... they were not chosen because..."

He nodded, and she struggled to speak again. "But I... Tsunade-sama said... I was beyond corruption by you."

His smirk against her skin made her shake, and although she was listening intently for pursuit she knew he would hear them long before she did

"Beyond corruption." He murmured, considering.

Accepting the challenge he pressed his lips to hers, parting her mouth open gently, feeling the heat of her as she sighed against him, and although he began confidently as her body moved to fit around him he shook and wondered.

Who exactly was corrupting who?


Unsure of how I feel concerning this fic. I kind of didn't like the dryness of their relationship, I think because it was largely from his point of view...

Maybe Hinata would have seen it differently?

I dunno. Just getting ideas flowing, wondering if there's another story hiding in my head.

leave me some love, ne?

Inky