Chapter: Related.

A/N: If you are not a fan of lemon or adult theme like smut or whatever, don't read this and complain to me later. Also the first chapter itself contains some lemon 🍋 or adult things and it is your chance to close it off and read something else. I have other stories that contain no smut so you can read those. However I want to write some lemon as a practice and this is my first time writing this kind of story. The theme is dark and will contain some deep psychological gymnastic. Sasuke maybe be a bit forceful in this story so keep that in mind.

Another thing is I always mark my stories as M-rated but this is the first time ever I am even daring to write mature content. I will consider this as something rookie.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or I would not have given him such an awful haircut.

Also check out my other story The Curse.

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Hinata had been a kind girl and her gentle nature never wavered even in the face of adversity. The past has been a proof of her demeanor and so is the present but she was not so sure of the future. Her father had always warned her that one day it will bring an immense amount of pain to her and she hadn't cared at all because she wanted to be like her mother; her hero.

And see where did that land her in the path of life?

Yes right in the mouth of helplessness.

She pressed her hands hard on her mouth to muffle her breathing as her hunter had sharp senses. She was sure he could even smell her desperation, see her fear and hear her inner struggle. Even though she tried with all her might, her exhalation came out shaky and misty, making a soft whistling sound. Her left leg was slightly injured while she ran away from him putting a hold to his advances.

She knew it would infuriate him but she couldn't help face him. He was a cruel person who she couldn't get rid of. He was her prisoner, her jailer. He craved thing on the expanse of her body, her mind and soul. He wanted to taste all of her. At first he took control of her mind then he slowly consumed her body. Now he demanded her soul. No she would never give up her soul to a devil like him. She would prefer to die before that can ever happen. She knew how volatile he was and their parents had absolutely spoiled him so much so that he considered Hinata as his property. The fact that he didn't blow up on her like he did on others is a kind act in itself because she knew him to be merciless. Because she knew him to be sick in his head. She hated him but she hated herself more. Her focus shifted to her leg again, it was scratched by the raggedy wooden table that was in the living room. She was sure they were splinters stuck in her wound. The sharp stings made her eyes watery and her vision blurry. She was hidden just behind the cabin and hoped that her dark blue gown saved her from being discovered to the astute vision of her stalker.

Soon enough heavy sets of boots hit the wooden floor of their home. The steps were sure and rythmic. They certainly matched his character. He was the living personification of the term chaotic neutral.

She turned towards the person who was always chasing her be it in her dreams or in her reality, she could never escape him. Never. Long bangs covered his eyes and though she couldn't see them properly, she was sure of the animosity that lurked beneath his dark orbs. He enjoyed this race of cat and mouse. He felt exhilarated whenever Hinata denied him. Only because he liked to have fun in breaking her and bending her to his will and so the cycle will continue for an eternal lifetime. He ran his tongue over his lips damping them and calming his thirst. He was mad and it was her fault she didn't stop him on time. She let him dominate her and become obsess with her. She didn't know it was an aberrant behaviour then because he always made her believe that it was normal. He tricked her in believing that what they did was not wrong even when her heart told her otherwise. She committed a sin and that sin was believing in him.

No more.

No more.

She repeated in her head.

"Hinata come out"

His voice was strong and deep. He said it as nonchalantly as possible but still it sent a shiver down her spine. He never had many emotions to begin with. His emotions showed only when he was with her, the two of them to be exact; preferably when she was on his bed under him writhing and struggling to stop him and to stop her- the emotions that he openly showed were passion and anger. Maybe she understood his anger but she never understood his passion. Passion for her. When he had come to live with her in their house he was just a disturbed child. So when did he become this monster that fed so greedily on her lustful skin?

She closed her eyes and rested her head on the walls behind her. Several minutes passed but there was no sound made by her or even her follower. He must have left the area but she didn't have much courage to open her eyes and confirm it. She feared him because he was unstable and unsound. She remembered how he had once threatened to push her out of the window if she didn't let him sleep in her bed. He claimed he had a nightmare. They were only children at the time and now they were adults but he never changed. If anything he became worse. Had she known back then, he would demand more from her, crave more from her and succeed in the eventual future, she would have fought harder. She would have done better. At least that is what she makes herself believe.

She was treading carefully in her thought when a pair of strong arms brought her out of her hiding and turned her back towards the kitchen counter. The sudden motion knocked over knives and other cuteleries on the floor but they can easily be replaced. Before she could even scream, hungry lips ate away her protest with a ferocity she was well aware of. Without even realising she responded to him as a reflex.

"Hiding from me is pointless. When will you understand this?" He whispered near her ears. He always smelled of arrogance and insanity. On the other hand, she smelled of purity and innocence. The minty and spicy aroma that surrounded him mixed with her lavender scent. He took in her fragrance, enjoying her unique scent with his eyes closed. The hairs on her arms stood and her knees became weak. He always had this effect on her. She would have fallen if not for his arms holding her and the counter behind her supporting her weight.

She was then turned around roughly. Her back met his hard chest as he was already shirtless. He brought his face down to the curve of her sensitive neck. He nibbled the soft skin marking her and decorating her with many love bites. He breathed on her heated skin to cool it down and then swirled his tongue to lessen the pain. Electricity ran throughout her body from her head to toe. It was too much for her to handle and she now felt intoxicated.

Hinata inhaled sharply when he pulled her hair back to expose more of her milky neck and ran his ghostly fingers from her neck to her mounds gently squeezing them. She didn't even notice when he unbuttoned the front of her dress and shoved her bra to the sides. He made a circular motion with his fingers tracing every part but not actually touching the nipples. Both of her breasts shook for his attention. She could feel his mocking smirk that was pressed to the crook of her neck. She felt his eyes roaming over her naked chest and admiring them to the fullest. She felt the need to cover herself from his hungry eyes but she didn't want to risk the consequence. His stare actually made her neck so red and warm.

He was toying with her.

"You are so fucking sensitive Hinata" His voice was muffled as his administration continued. The hands that kept her captive now rummaged freely up and down her sides. One finally rested on her waist and the other hand was perched just behind her head. He lowered her body slowly to the front so that her back stick out to his arousal that was hidden in his pants. Her hands now rested on the kitchen counter and her lower abdomen was flat on the surface giving him more space to continue exploring. The coldness of the counter on her heated skin made her tremble. He buckled her some more so that her now round bottom pressed to his front in a painful yet satisfactory manner. He pushed in forward and slowly and deliciously rounded his hips to exert some pressure. And god was the feeling so heavenly. He bit his lips in order to not give into his instincts.

He wanted to do that without her clothes hindering him but he controlled himself. Her hair was all dishevelled and some of the lose strands were now in his mouth but he didn't care. They had been in this position far too many times to care for such minor distraction. Suddenly, he felt a sharp edge of a knife pressed against his throat. She must have picked it when he slammed her to the counter. He chuckled nonetheless at her blatant show of courage. He nudged her even harder than before. The knife nicked his neck and he hoped she would try harder.

"Do it" He cheered her on while he could feel his blood trickling down his throat. "What is stopping you? Hmm" He moaned as the knife dug further in his skin. He knew he was a bastard for enjoying this predicament but the reality is he did have fun and he had no shame in accepting it. His humping didn't cease because he wanted to see how long she would put up a fight before she begs him to fuck her raw. He knew he was psychotic. However, the fact that he brought her hand holding the knife to his lips and licked his own blood clean proved his damningly insane tendencies. Her hands trembled and the weapon fell from her clutch to a dark abyss.

"P-please, Don't ….. I beg of you" She now opened her eyes and from the corner of her vision she could see that his bangs still shadowed his face from her.

"Don't what? Do this?" His hands slowly glided down to her womanhood. No not this again, she thought. She started thrashing her pelvis to him not knowing that the movement gave him more pleasure than anything. She didn't want it and she wanted none of it. He would always leave her high and dry. He would make her dripping like crazy and then she would regret it the next minute. She always did. The feeling of shame on herself. What would their parents think if they ever had the chance to know about them? They will be ashamed of her but she knew they would have never been upset with the perfect son they finally had. Even after all these, she still curled her ankles in anticipation as his tongue licked her earlobes.

His hands were like magic and he knew where to push her buttons. He just fanned the pads of his fingers over her panty and she was already shaking. Yes, shaking like a leaf. She was embarrassed because this was not how she was supposed to act. Why was her body betraying her mind? He was playing a dangerous game and she wanted to quit because she will always lose against him no matter what.

This started way back when their mother was present in their life. However, it quickly escalated to the extremes after they lost her. She wanted to be safe in her mother's arms but she had been dead for years. If she had been alive, she would have kept Hinata safe but how could she forget that her mother was the one to bring him in their life and then again she was the one who encouraged him and provided him support. He mistook it and gave it a form of some demented feeling. Maybe she should try to stop him in some other way.

"P-please" She said and waited. He encouraged her to speak by grunting all the while bringing her body closer so she could feel him. His arousal poked her back even with his still clothed lions. "This is wrong. What would mother think?" And he did stop but the way his palm tightened around the back of her neck indicated his clear fury over the title of endearment or resentment. Nothing was clear to her in this situation with him. He suddenly grew menacing and forbidding. She knew better not to fuck him up and test his temper but she was a slow learner after all.

"Don't take her name. She is fucking dead. You know I hate it" He spoke through his gritted teeth reeling at her for obvious reason. "And what would she be thinking? I am sure she would be happy that I am finally showing my love towards you. She always wanted us to love each other and we are in fact making love to each other". He laughed maniacally.

"Let us show her how much we love each other. Let her witness our love from heaven" He was shameless.

She hissed in pain when he pulled her hair harshly to bring her back to a standing position and then she moaned when he slipped his hands inside her panties to spread her folds with his middle finger, moving it in a up and down motion. She was already very wet but she needed to be punished for her defiance. "I never considered you my family no matter how much they forced me to and I know for a fact that you never accepted me as such. So why?why do you love to piss me off so much?". That is right she never considered him family because he was the one to break apart her family in the first place.

"I will tell you this one more time" He pressed down on the spot that unwinds her like a crock to an old wine bottle. "You are mine and no one can stop me not even her". Hinata couldn't help but feel violated because of the way he spoke about their dead mother.

"You. are. mine"

He continued biting her shoulder and rubbing down on her protruded flower bud. He loved it when she mewed but now he wanted to make her scream. Her moans were a song to his ears.

He now inserted two fingers inside her scissoring them to stretch her to her maximum level. The juices coated his fingers that now dripped down her creamy thighs. With the other hand he collected the moisture and started flicking her wet clits.

"Augh… Ahh" He knew she was very near. She was on the verge of exploding. And he wanted her to feel the tightness before she loses it all. He wanted her to feel every second of the tension straining on her sanity. He wanted her to feel and be addicted to him just as he was addicted to her. He retracted his hands to her breasts her nipples taut and excited. He at last caressed her nipples and she rewarded him by knitting her fingers in his hair and nudging him forward. He almost lost his balance when she pulled him towards her.

Her breasts always filled his hands like they were made for his care. He rubbed her juices all over them and pinched them and rolled them between his fingers. She whimpered with the idea of 'what is next to come', her eyes half-lidded with lust finally taking over her. "Tell me what you want and I will give it you" He promised her the whole utopia and she fell for it.

"Ahhh …Y-yOU" Her voice was an automatic response. She practiced it like a million of times but that was just another lie. She knew that she needed to give him what he desired so as not to anger him further but somewhere deep inside her, the truth was that she wanted him even though he was such a vile creature. As she said she blames herself.

Hearing her response, he at once lifted her leg up by his left arm and stretched her. He started pinching and poking her nub. The cold air that hit her made her throw her head back on his broad shoulders and he resumed his treatment. She was ready for it and he wanted her to show what desires can do to mankind. His fingers circled and massaged her harder and harder until she succumbed to him and became a slave to those same desire.

"Sasuke ... ahhh ...anngh" She panted with her chest moving up and down. That was what he loved. His name on her tongue. His face on her mind. His feel on her skin.

"Sasuke"

He had what consumed her to a point that she regretted ever coming across him. He was a forbidden fruit and she was gullible enough to try and taste him. She could still remember the day very clearly when her path crossed with his, intertwining their fate to each other forever.

He lifted her in his arms and moved towards their bedroom. She was then thrown on the bed and her figure bounced back. He slowly came down upon her interlacing their fingers. Her bare breasts were pressed firmly to his chest and he could easily feel her hard nipples. He watched her with hooded eyes the same way he had in the hospital for the first time. The only difference is then it was anger and now it is lust.

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She was in the car, secured to the seatbelt and very excited. It was rare for Hiashi to give her a ride but today was special he said. Hinata could not keep a check on her excitement because she and her father were visiting her mother's workplace for some reason. She had never been here before. Hiashi smiled down on his youngest because he loved spending time with her. Hinata was a pure bundle of joy and though he was a very busy businessman, he always made time for his little princess.

"H-have we reached father?"

"Yes just a few more minutes and then we will go have some ice cream" That made her happy because her father always treated her with ice creams whenever he was happy so he must be glad today. Their vehicle came to halt in the parking lot. Their car was shiny and black. It glistened under the moonlight and sparkled just like a black diamond. She didn't know if there was such a thing as black diamond. Hiashi pulled her side of the door open and took off the seatbelt to retrieve her. He took her in his arms and strode towards the hospital gates with large and hurried legs.

They were soon in the elevator making their way to the eighth floor. Hiashi tapped his feet waiting to reach his wife faster. The news that his wife gave him was urgent and she asked him to pick up Hinata from her daycare and basically run to the hospital. He was scared if something happened to her. He tried to reason that she was a doctor but then she was supposed to pick up Hinata and not him. So something must have happened.

The elevator dinged signalling the end of their destination. As soon as the door opened, Hiashi bolted towards the helping desk. Even though his wife was a doctor, he rarely visited hospitals. The last time he had been here was the time when Hinata was born and that was the craziest day of his life. He never knew that a woman bled that much during delivery and he almost fainted twice because of the gory sight. He absolutely hated hospital since then.

The woman sitting on the desk was typing something on a tablet while chewing a gum. Maybe she was preparing and providing for the schedule of the limited doctors to an unending line of patients. She lifted her head and looked frustrated when she saw Hiashi approaching her. She must have mistaken him for another patient that she now had to add on the list.

"I want to meet Dr. Hyuga. I am Hiashi Hyuga, her husband" Hiashi spoke with authority that was worthy of his last name. The lady panicked as soon as she heard this. Hiashi's brows furrowed with worry because the behavior of the woman seemed a little anxious. "This way, Mr. Hyuga" The woman led him through the long corridor and then suddenly took a sharp right turn. Hiashi's heart thundered with foreboding. The lady opened a door numbered 801 and his wife was there along with a young boy who looked Hinata's age.

Hinata watched her mother turning to face her. Her head was wrapped in bandage and she had bruises on her delicate face. "What happened to you my dear?" She had heard her father ask her mother. Hiashi looked visibly shaken by the sight. It was the first time she saw her father so troubled. She had seen many expressions on his face in her short life experience but never had Hinata witnessed the current look that he was giving to her dear mother. She couldn't quite place a name on it.

Her mother hushed him and came out of the room blocking Hinata's view of what or who was inside. Hiashi dropped Hinata from his arms to the seat outside the room.

"Hinata, my baby. Can you stay here for some minutes? Otousan and Kaasan will be right back. Okay?" Hinata nodded her tiny head in agreement. Her mother and father went somewhere far to discuss something out of her earshot. She sat there patiently swinging her small legs. After waiting for what seemed like an hour, she started looking around. There were seats similar to hers situated on the opposite wall. The walls themselves were white and lackluster. Nothing interesting about them at all. The ceiling was a pristine white too with a tail of lights that were too bright to look at. She then admired the clean floor of the hospitals and she was impressed that she could even see her face. That was when she saw a reflection of red glowing eyes on the tiles and she turned towards the room her mother had exited from. Her eyes landed on a boy who had been watching her like a hawk. He was of her age and did not seem like a danger to her at all. So to curb her boredom, Hinata willingly entered the room in which he sat on the hospital bed.

"Hey! I am H-Hinata" She twiddled her thumbs and made a circular pattern with her right leg obviously nervous to speak to the young boy who just looked at her with a dead look in his eyes. He was injured too. There were scratches on his cheeks and his knees were scraped. Other than that he looked fine to Hinata. However, he didn't respond to her. Approaching him didn't look like a great idea now.

"Who a-are you?"

Silence.

"W-what is y-your name?"

Silence.

"C-can you not S-speak?"

Silence again.

There was something wrong with the boy. Either he was deaf or he was ignoring her. He was attractive though like a broken doll in need of mending. His skin was pale and his eyes were dark grey. The hair on his head was the darkest shade of black she had ever seen but for some reason, the way they shone under the headlight, reminded her of the black diamond that she was thinking about earlier. If there were no light, he would easily blend with the darkness around him but still he would sparkle.

When he didn't respond after she waited for more ten minutes, she decided to take the action in her hands. Hinata being a caring girl and with her mother being in the profession of hospitality, she had undoubtedly inherited her mother's compassionate nature. So she put on her big girly pant and went ahead to shake the boy to get some kind of reaction.

As soon as she touched him, he hissed and jerked away, knocking a tray of medical appliances, tumbling them down on the floor. As if he was a slow bulb or something, he replied to her questions now.

"Yes"

Then he slowly opened his mouth to utter a name that will be on her lips forever.

The noise of the falling tray however had scared Hinata as the sound was loud and ear-shattering. It almost sounded like lightening and she was scared of lightening. She jumped frightened and was about to run back to find her parents when two sets of fast steps echoed in the halls outside the room. Hinata saw her parents returning back. Her mother's arms were open and on instinct Hinata stretched her hands towards her. Yet her mother didn't seem to notice her as if she was not standing there, forgotten and neglected. Her Kaasan went straight to the boy and plucked him from the bed, embracing him and crying tears.

"Are you okay?" Her mother's concerned voice asked him but the boy went back to his stoic self and kept mummed to the enquiry. Her father watched the pair with anguish in his eyes. He too didn't seem to notice Hinata. She felt as if she had disappeared from the face of the world and her parents didn't even care. Hinata felt tears welling up in her lavender eyes. Why were her parents avoiding her? Who was this new found boy?

Her mother then quickly rounded back towards the exit of the room not even once stopping and giving her own daughter a fleating glance. Hinata watched the whole scene unfold with disbelief.

The boy still had his eyes on Hinata. He seemed to enjoy her teary face and his lips turned up as if to taunt her. A very short smile that didn't even show the whites of his teeth but still it etched into Hinata's memory not because of some genuine emotion that he displayed but because of the haunting nature of the said smile. That was the first emotion that he auctioned to Hinata and only Hinata. She swore that his eyes flashed red for a miniscule second before returning to the obsidian colour jewels.

The name still rang in her head along with the thunder like sound that followed it after.

"Sasuke"

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