ATTENTION 3: I mentioned in the previous chapter that I'm 'rewriting' chapter sixteen because I missed a particular scene, but that does NOT mean I will delete scenes that you've already read on this chapter before. I'm just pushing them into the next chapter or something like that. So for those who are confused I recommend reading chapter fifteen's ending and then this again.
I'm awfully sorry for this inconvenience. I have notes where I've written down the events that are about to happen and I check them when I'm done converted it into the story. Just as I was writing Hinata's close-rape scene I've forgotten the single major event (kudos to anyone noticing it. It's really big to miss).
Again I apologize thousand times over. I repeat, I'm not deleting any event whatsoever. If it's missing in this chapter than it's coming in the next one with a brand new scene as well (so you'll have to read that sick scene again before reaching the new one).
WARNING: M rated, ladies and gentlemen.
Chapter 16: Together and Apart
Breath was knocked out of Hinata as soon as a pair of firm lips swallowed her question. Bouncy mattress met her back, and he climbed on top of her shivering form, shutting away her chance of exit from his cage. In her frantic and confused rebuttal to his actions, she slammed her palms flat against the hardening muscles of his chest, wincing in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he playfully bit her lower lip. His lips felt as heavenly as fresh sweetness, as wicked as uncanny curse, as soothing as the calm sea, as passionate as hellfire and as dangerous as dark creature released to claim her. Her hazy mind briefly conjured the scenes where he had done more than searing her with his harsh lips. In fact he...
Unable to contained his concupiscent dent that stood painfully tall against the restraints of his trousers, Sasuke growled with a voice of depraved predator and ravaged the inside of her sweet mouth, tasting and eliciting a delicious mewl out of what was left of a proper girl writhing beneath him. Although having a slight disinterest for sweets, finding them utterly too diabetic for one's health and simply taking them for ludicrous girly snacks, he couldn't help but fall in love with the taste of them inside her cavern.
Sensing her inability to continue the air circulation in her lungs, he reluctantly pulled back, taking silent breaths while she panted, flustered. Her white eyes gleamed in the dark, and for a split second Sasuke was insecure again that she would activate her bloodline and see the person before her. But she didn't. Instead she was too busy trying to make a sense out of this all. Lush wavy hair flown out above her head in beautiful canvas against the pale pillows. Alabaster skin coated with pink color.
As she tried to regain her normal breathing, he slipped his hands out of their gloves and caressed the side of her face sensually, occasionally grazing them against her lips that was bruised by his passion. "Look at you," he whispered huskily. "All red and flustered. You don't want me to stop."
Pearlescent eyes shot up in the darkness, trying to search for the face but instead met darkness. This wasn't normally. Usually when one was shrouded in darkness, the eyes would need some minimal amount of time to adjust to the darkness to see blurred objects, but she couldn't. Hawk, she thought wondrously. He had the seals, the brand, the marks. One of them must be concealing his identity from her, and this thought saddened her. Why was he so desperate to not show his face?
"I-I t-told you," she tried to speak normally, but was instead in need of more strength to improve her old speech impediment. "I...I won't let you touch me." She closed her legs upon realizing her slip was showing an amount of creamy legs for his enjoyment only to be stopped by a hard leg nestling between her heating core. Hinata scowled deeply. "I won't let you touch me unless you show me your face."
Hawk was silent for a second until she heard an uncharacteristic laugh that astounded her. Hinata had never heard this regal, emotionless man laugh during their time spent together. It took a her moment to come to term that he was laughing so darkly, his head was tipped backwards. He was crazy. She was worried.
"H-Hawk, are you—"
"What did you promise me before?" He nudged her jaws with his tall nose, fanning his hot breath against her bare skin. His lips inches from her neck. "Why did I say? What promise did you make?"
Soon all her concern and guards wilted away, replaced by some wanton needs. Albeit determined to keep her dignity as the heiress, she couldn't deny the attractions, the feelings for this foreign man. This creature that lusted over her touches, hungry for her kisses, her approval to finally take her body; and she was beginning to see his frustrations and understand them. Because she felt it as well.
But despite that, her stubborn mind—the mind of a Hyuga—fought against the notion, laying out relevant reasons why this shouldn't and could never happen. The Raikage was slowly losing his mind. War was around the corner. Something wasn't right. But Hawk was leaving her, for Konoha. For his duties back at their village. Somehow this felt right.
"Princess," he called out to her. "Hinata." Before she knew it he planted kisses down her eyelids. "What did you say?"
She swallowed. "I promised not to ask you to take off your mask."
"That's right," he rasped, eyes half-lidded, waiting for her consent so he could taste her. Just once before he went away for days without her enticing presence. "So just lay back and let me make you feel good." Soon his expert mouth bit, licked and sucked at her throat, resulting in her ragged breaths as her small hands gripped his shirt. The leg located between her thighs pressed upwards, relishing in the feel of her soaking wetness against his covered flesh. "Don't deny me, Hinata. You want this. You're as bad as me."
She didn't understand his ever changing behaviors.
"Hawk, p-please...don't..." The crevice of her neck as well as every surface and nook was littered with his bruising bites, marring her pure white complexion. Afterwards, a cry ran out of her seductive lips as he began to suckle at her weak spot just below her warm ear, and reflexively she tugged at his dark locks, wanting more of him. Her dignity be damned. "Please..."
He shed away his clothings until he was clad in his dark pants only. That only served to constrict his erection from ramming her until her eyes rolled back. Patience was what was making this whole ordeal much more satisfying and climax-worthy. Besides, he wouldn't want to spoil his fun by not exploring every inch of her luscious body first. Thin robes flapped open for his eyes, and he was more than pleased to have discovered that her perky nipples were right there, bare and ready for him to ravage. No pesky bras to hinder his advance.
He latched to one of them, hearing her scream for the high heavens to forgive her for her sinful acts. This was not how her pristine clan thought her the antiques of women and men, and how they shouldn't even be in the same room alone without any third-party, much less have his lewd hands roaming her body.
Sasuke sucked and bit on the pink nub, sending her to paradise, and pinched the other one with ferocity before switching to give the other one the same treatment. When Hinata's energy to rebel against his ministration faltered, showing no signs of contestation to his actions and what he was about to do, he advanced further, pulling away the rest of her clothes until her whole moon-kissed skin and tantalizing body, lithe and small underneath him, was visible for only his eyes. Sharingan was fast to come to life, recording this very moment.
His mouth trailed kisses from her collarbone, between the valley of her breast, above her flat stomach, each stroke sent a sensation of thrill through her body, soon followed by delightful spasms reverberating through her limbs and into her core. Each second counted. Pearl eyes watched in excitement, waiting for his lips to finally reach its destination and have him devour her.
When he did, she swore to the god she almost died. Wet noises resonated the room from his lapping at her wet folds, spreading them apart and gently chewing on her bundle of nerves, erupting more screams from her to the point Hinata didn't care if Tsumi could hear their appalling activity in her house. But if the healer could hear and sense their intertwined limbs, she made no effort to stop nor disturb them. And she'd better not. Not now.
Sasuke dug his mouth inside her slick folds, tongue deep inside her dripping hole, asking for more of them. A force behind his head, made a monstrous growl erupt out of his chest at the thought of a very lewd Hinata pressing him further into her abyss, into her homage, into her secret fort.
Hinata's head fell back, hiding her face sideways into the safety of the pillow whilst gripping his hair, wanting to take him deeper. Soon his tongue was accompanied by what felt like warm and calloused digits, digging deeper to the edge until the knot inside her loosened, and she orgasmed strongly inside his mouth. After an amount of time sucking every dripping liquid of her sweet essence, he rose above, towering over her tired form again and smirked triumphantly. She was so sensitive.
Sasuke grabbed her legs by the ankles, raising them above and in the process stirring her from her rest. "W-What are you doing?"
"Claiming what's mine." He placed one of her legs over his broad shoulder while the other resided under his hold and around his toned torso. She gasped upon sensing her soft and gentle flesh colliding against hard muscles, all taut under scarred skin. Upon abruptly pulling her against his heat hiden behind the wall that was his pants, she moaned loudly, biting the sheet to muffle her scream of pleasure. "I'm taking you, Hinata. Understand?"
Not trusting herself to utter a single word only for it to crack, she nodded obediently, tears clinging to her eyes.
A frown etched across his mesmerizing features at this. Sasuke was possessive this way? After all the crimes and atrocities his family committed, it shouldn't come as a surprise that an Uchiha was obsessed with keeping what they loved and what they claimed as theirs in their arms, promising death to any who dared to touch their vulnerabilities. That was her; his weak spot. Or maybe the demented part of him was simply a cruel bastard that wanted this girl for himself and was willing to go far as killing her should she ever leave him. And then kill himself afterwards. In short, Sasuke was simply petty, not willing to share her for a lifetime and after that.
"You..." He rasped through gritted, chest raising and falling. His free hand fumbled for the zipper of his pants, pulling the pesky pants down and kicking them away, her eyes gleamed at his length. Although Hinata's eyes were under a Jutsu to prevent her discovering his face, his body—through the darkness—was visible. His marks, impressive abs, pecs. And his member. Up and about, tall and proud, pre-cums glistening the tip of the enormous creature, intimidating her for a second. Sensing her shock, he chuckled and rubbed the pad of his thumb against her lips affectionately. "This is yours as well. I promise it won't hurt you as long as you're willing to—"
"It...can't..." She took a deep breath, cheeks red as blood. "...fit. Not in there. It will hurt. Very badly."
Not only did this man above her possess a fat and tall phallus that could break and tear her apart, but it was twitching so actively. Hinata couldn't allow this.
"I'll be gentle."
"No! You're scaring me!"
Without hearing more of her nonsensical excuses, he thrusted in, pushing past her barrier and hymen, finally labeling as her first. As Sasuke pushed all the way, mindful of being gentle as he could, she screamed bloody murder upon sensing his dick brushing a certain place inside her that made her shake in both pleasure and pain.
"Hawk!" She cried waterfall, vibrating in panic underneath his size.
"Fuck," Coming down from his high once feeling her warmth hugging his hungry cock, he stared down at her pearly tears, feeling the trickling of blood running down her dainty thighs. "Does it hurt that badly?"
"Of course it hurts! So very much!" She wailed at him. When he cussed, attempting to pull himself immediately out of her warm fort, she used the leg that rested on his shoulder to tighten around his head while the other latched desperately around his torso, eagerly locking him inside her. "D-Don't go."
"You just said it hurt so much."
"It does, but—" she sighed and squirmed in discomfort until he began to slowly move out of her and pushing himself back inside in slow pace, knocking the words out of her mouth. Slowly the pain converted to immense pleasure she was left breathless. "O-Oh!"
Sasuke grabbed the headboard behind her and continued to ram into her hungry hole as he observed the fascination of her bouncing breasts and the look of clear euphoria plastered on her lewd face. His red eyes shown piercingly in the air, committing everything into memory. Marks and dark bruises were left where Sasuke held Hinata by the hips, tenderly molding her smooth skin to his hands and felt the protruding bones underneath her soft flesh. Despite having curvaceous trait to her body, namely her chest, she was rather thin.
Groans and moans filled the constricted air due to their pants and lovemaking heat, the bed shook under Sasuke's mercy. There was simply no controlling him anymore. If the moon just illuminated through the cracks of the curtains the Hyuga could've seen a glimpse of his angular face etched into a determined expression, so concentrated on the task at hand in bringing both of them pleasure. The lust, the hunger that sprawled on his face would be visible to her. His dark eyebrows arched as sweats began to roll down his temple if he hadn't raked his hand through his mane, closing his eyes, intoxicating shudders overrode his senses.
"Harder," she gasped, her hands bold enough to rest on the planes of his chest trailing downwards until she felt smooth trails of hair leading her to a veiny flesh that continuously inserted itself inside her dripping labia. "Please!"
Upon feeling her euphoria near, Sasuke ducked down to capture her lips in his again in a sensual kiss that her feeling loved until her essence coated his penis, further lubing his unsettled erection. This entailed him to easily ride her orgasm and proceeded to work faster towards his own demise. Her blunt nails found their sneaky way behind him, brushing her hands over his contorted muscles that tightened under her adventurous hands until she raked her nails down. Little did she know this only spiked his flames, arising his arousal, and he vigorously slammed into her heat, bumping her cervix numerously until the blissful release ejected out of his phallus and straight into her awaiting womb, stuffing her with hot semen to the brim.
The man above her shivered in blissful victory, lazily moving in and out of her. Once done ejaculated himself into her cherry, his penis although satisfied after weeks of waiting began to rise again at the sight of her flushed face. "Hinata." He groaned again.
Simply effortlessly beautiful and captivating. The angel before him was already asleep, tired from his rough method.
After gathering his thoughts that evening and marveling at her beatification, he left before he allowed himself to be caught in her web again, red scarf snugly secured around his neck. He'd get back to her again.
Pastel hue in a mixture of blue and orange expanded across the sky from the phosphorescent light emitting through the horizon, breaking through the dark midnight sky. The smell of morning air filled Hiashi's nostrils with ease as he regarded the slumbering village with a look of what one of his clansmen would call Hiashi's rare peaceful face as his usual carved face was normally set in a solid stoic frown. The crystal of his bottomless eyes roamed the canvas of the monument crafted with careful handiwork with the familiar faces of Hokages through the ages of the Leaf Village. As he did, he knew that this peaceful morning would soon be no more. This peaceful era they had blinded themselves with was coming close to an end. Every other person with the right mindset knew that.
The sixth Hokage wouldn't have called him to his office in this hour if his speculations weren't true.
Belatedly approaching the Hokage tower, with his radiating aura he made sure to anyone spotting his cold demeanor knew that despite the young Hokage's immense authority to call forth the current leader of the most prideful clan in Konoha, he was still a powerful and heavily politic-influenced bureaucrat out of them all. Because his relationship with the Lord of land of fire was stronger than with the Hokage.
His looming shadow funneled under the shaking lamplight in the hallway of the exterior of the Hokage's bureau. Gracefully and elegantly with definite focus, he knocked silently yet firmly and opened the door upon receiving the faint permission to. "Lord Hokage." He greeted curtly, hiding away his hands under his sleeves with regal posture.
"Hiashi-san, good morning." Despite his unshowing smile under the mask, visible dark rings circled the man's black eyes. Even in the eyes of the man with years of wisdom and the burden of an arrogant clansmen behind his back, Hiashi briefly turned off his emotional button and had the heart to feel slight sympathy.
"Indeed. Though I doubt you summoned me here just to talk about the weather and whatnot."
"You're right. I didn't." Kakashi packed away a binder on his desk and intertwined his fingers together, getting into his business mood. "I want to inform you sooner but it later occurred to me that you haven't been in Konoha until yesterday, so I didn't want to be a botheration." The grey-haired man had the sudden itch to poof himself away from the office. Being roasted alive under Hiashi Hyuga's heating gaze was as painful as the words described.
"Is it related to my heir?"
Good guess. Kakashi almost blurted out the words had he not recognized fast enough with whom he was in the same room with. Brushing away his obvious discomfort due to this man in front of him, he settled his thoughts. Hiashi was very protective of his offsprings—especially his heiress. Though that he was, he had his own doubts about Hinata enough to request a powerful bodyguard on her journey, to which Kakashi gave him a powerful bodyguard. Also a former fugitive and the current worldwide criminal, Kakashi bemusedly thought. That wasn't a good father's trait, but Kakashi wasn't one to meddle.
"Yes, Hinata," said the Copy Ninja. "She's fine. My ANBU monitors her day and night, and I heard she's just accomplished a difficult mission. But there seemed to have been…a slight problem."
The Hyuga raised his eyebrow pristinely. "I beg your problem? A slight problem?" Then he let out a haggard sigh and proceeded to massage his temple as an onslaught of annoyed emotions came at him. "She's lacking. Has she been nothing but a burden? This is certainly a grave news, one to report to the elders. She is to be a heiress in—"
"Please do not assume before I finish, Hiashi-san," Kakashi put up a halting hand, politely as he could interrupting the man. "I assure you it's nothing of that sort. In fact, she had done well upon evading the questions of the Raikage and stayed loyal to the village." At Hiashi's puzzlement, he continued. "You sent Hinata to the most dangerous village. Currently, at least. It was only natural that once Ay, the Raikage, grew restless with us, he's willing to violate the peace treaty. He had recently crossed the line and had her interrogated—without forcing or hurting her at least. And—I hope you understand this—to ensure we have the sufficient amount of time for preparations for war we needed an insider. Because Kumo has barred their borders and gates from any visitors, especially from Konoha, I requested that Hinata take this position. She has access to everything occurring the village so she'll send us the required information and her inspection daily. She already agreed."
Blank coated Hiashi's thoughtful face as he pondered over this piece of information, letting it all sink in. Apparently his heiress was chosen with this spontaneous task that laid before her, and she—without his consent and permission—accepted it, equivalent to a soldier volunteering his life for his country. Pride swelled at his chest, thawing every bit of ice in his heart because despite his indifferent attitude to his daughter, he loved her, wether he decided to be more public about it or not. He gave her her birthright after witnessing her endless confidence and fierceness during the war—although harboring slight doubts due to her permanent shyness—but to have her agree to such dangerous mission was simply …unshy of her.
But even so, his calculative mindset mulled over this fact that she was standing inside the enemy's territory, completely defenseless, save for the ANBU guard who Hiashi still lacked the confidence for. Last time he left her entirely vulnerable, choosing instead to focus on his second offspring, she was kidnapped by Kumo ninjas. If he hadn't gotten there when he did, her eyes would've been gauged out, and a Hyuga without the Byakugan was as good as dead to the clan. No, not just dead, but their offsprings would be neglected from the clan completely. Her eyes must be protected at all cost. And her life.
"Tell me, what consolation can you give me to ensure that my daughter won't be in danger?"
I can tell you that your daughter is being protected by the known criminal Sasuke Uchiha. But he bit his tongue because hell would break loose once this man ever found out about this. Although his statement was true, Sasuke wouldn't be guarding her anymore, replaced by a skilled ANBU but not enough to excel the Uchiha with his otherworldly prowess and brimful capabilities.
"She has my subordinate watching over her." The truth was, Kakashi couldn't give the man any assurance that his daughter was guaranteed the safety he wanted for her. Kakashi would've been fine if she refused the task because he was reluctant with it himself, sending a lone girl into the enemy's turf. Even more so that he called Sasuke back. Despite the numerous downsides, he knew of her abilities and rejected the idea that she couldn't hold her own against any Shinobi coming her way. Prettiness and shy personality aside, she was an elite after all. "If you had as much faith in her as I do, I can only give you the assurance that Hinata will be glad knowing you approved this."
There was short silence before Hiashi sighed. "I wish to have access to the letters she sends every time."
"Granted."
"So has she sent anything?"
Kakashi stopped. Has she sent anything? The last one was her consent to do the mission with a single word 'understood'. When was it sent? Four days. Suddenly he felt like tearing at his scalp. Days and hours spent stressing over troublemakers from Kumo and dealing with Naruto and Sakura's occasional bitching made him completely forget that she was supposed to send him intels daily. Four days. Four days. Before he could wallow in his guilt, he allowed himself same breathing exercises and evaded the idea of going over the worst scenarios. She must've simply forgotten. After all, it was a hard assignment. But four days…
"She hasn't sent anything yet." When Hiashi turned confused and dubious, he elaborated. "There isn't much messengers and Kumo's in riot. Please wait a few more days. I'm sure everything's fine."
The old Hyuga has never been the one to openly threaten someone—much less the Hokage, but he found himself taking a step forward, eyes as cold as ice, tone as smooth as steel, "I'm putting my trust on you, my lord. But if the heir to the Hyuga clan lost her eyes—the secret to our ocular abilities—there's going to be a war in Konoha itself."
"I understand, Hiashi-san." Unfazed, he sported slanted eyes, wrinkling at the corners, an indication that he was smiling so genuinely at the man. But once Hiashi grumbled his way out of the tower, he heaved a sighed and once again rubbed his temple, feeling the prickling sensation of the beginning of a headache. Since overdosing on medication was not how he wanted to go, his twitching hands hovered over his porn book, just getting to the anal—ahem, inappropriate part of the ordeal in the next chapter, a shadow passed his window. "That's it. I'm done letting people bother me. Who is it?" He hissed at the opened window only to get a reply from the opposite side of his desk.
"It's me," Sasuke deadpanned. The whole scene looked as close to a comical scenario it drained him enough of his already depraved energy. His dark hair was a chaos—but that was one of the many reasons the Uchiha, the emo hunk, got his own fanclubs and turning heads whenever he strode into a room with confident steps. His cloak and attire was littered with cuts and dirt, and the young man panted inaudibly behind that mask that Kakashi lended him. Other than that he looked less hostile than his usual self, relaxed even.
"That was fast," The Hokage's eyes remained expressionless as he stared the Uchiha down with a look of disinterest. "Did anyone gave you trouble?"
"No," he growled. "I just came here."
"You came here after the letter I sent you five days ago?" inquired the older man. "That's talent right there. I'm overjoyed you didn't pick up my habit. You do realize that from Konoha to Kumo is a week's journey, right? And the sealing blocked the Rinnegan for you to enter through a vortex."
"I ran without rest. What else?" He scowled the moment he tore the mask from his face. His firm blackened eyebrows continued to mash up together in a frown. "Why the hell do you need me here for? Make it quick."
"Quick? What's with that attitude? It's not like you're on a date or something."
"I have eleven days before I'm decapitated so forgive my fucking attitude, lord Hokage," he mocked cynically, placing a restless hand over the hit of his sword strapped to his hip casually.
"Let's not be so pessimistic about this, Sasuke. Tension brings more tension to the game," he leaned back in his chair and regarded the young man who shot him anything but a kind look. In fact, Kakashi could feel one of the daggers stab him relentlessly, which only spiked his curiosity. In all his years of knowing Sasuke, the boy never showed actual emotion, much less fear, for his own death. Even when he first broke the news to him, he merely blinked. It took him a full moment to figure out the enigma that was Sasuke Uchiha—well, some of it. "So you met Ay during your time in Kumo."
"Yeah, I saw the fucker." He said nonchalantly.
He waited for him to elaborate to which he didn't. Kakashi folded his arms over his chest. "His men have been causing trouble, attacking Konoha ninjas whilst they were looking for your imposter." He watched as a look passed his face before Sasuke opened his mouth, but Kakashi beat him to it. "There's no such thing, is it?"
That vicious scowl seemed to vanish from his chiseled face replaced by utter blankness. "So you knew."
"There seemed to be quite some trouble in the River Village. But you already know all about that, don't you? I see sending you off to guard Hinata Hyuga in Kumo was certainly worth it all. What do you know?"
Sasuke neglected mentioning his confusing relationship with the heiress, choosing instead to give Kakashi the relevant information he acquired. He wouldn't even allow his mind to drift off to their night together, the way she pleaded for his scorching touch as he brought her over the edge. He watched fastidiously as many expressions drew across the Hokage's angular face; speeding through from confusion, understanding, puzzlement and soon mortification but that was soon covered by his professional way of handling his facial expressions, just like Sasuke did his.
But as he spoke about Black Zetsu possessing him and Tsumi, he observed as a light flickered slowly in Kakashi's mind.
"She's buying us some time," muttered Kakashi wonderingly, trying to piece the pieces together to see the clear picture laid already in front of him.
Sasuke never took Kakashi as anyone who slacked off from his duty. Of course, he always came late during his Genin year, taking them for fools when coming up with ludicrous excuses. Mayhap he was skipping a few paperwork's now that he carried the burden of a whole village and possibly the land of Fire on his shoulders, but the man was sneaky enough Sasuke considered himself to be uncomfortable under the man's furtive and unparalleled gaze.
"This lady Tsumi, she's one of the Raikage's most trusted people, but even she suspected something. Has she told you anything about Ay's recent odd behavior, any…mental problems?"
Sasuke merely shook his head.
"Well, I don't know, maybe Black Zetsu is possessing him, like it did to you and the healer," Kakashi pondered. "But there hasn't been any record that mentions Ay having any trauma that entailed any mental illness. And I know for a fact that having angry issues isn't anything to be worried about. Sometimes."
"Kakashi," inquired Sasuke with a hard look, his tall nose raised, demeanor changing arrogantly. "There's something else. Black Zetsu wants my Rinnegan to possibly revive the goddess."
Yet it couldn't, the Hokage thought internally. Because he locked the secrets of the Rinnegan with the powerful sealing, the ones which he branded on Sasuke before he was given the choice to work as an ANBU. Sasuke didn't need to explain further because Kakashi already knew before he even uttered the words.
"So they're after me as well. Nobody else could enable your Rinnegan as long as you pertain those markings except for the Hokage." With a silent shrug, Kakashi leisurely rose from his seat and took a long stretch, cracking some sore muscles. Exhausted and completely out of alternatives, Kakashi strolled to the window where he got a clear overview of his beloved village. This village, the place where the greatest heroes rose with the will of fire burning in their hearts, was also the place where the most lethal enemies of the ages were created. Although filled with the most powerful Shinobis, the place had a penchant for attracting evil energy as well as unmatched enemies.
"So you only ordered me back to tell me about all this?" Sasuke was drawing closer to the door since the window was occupied by the lord of the village, ready to make a beeline out of this village and in the direction of a certain indigo girl.
"Why are you so desperate to leave?" Kakashi read through his body language that Sasuke barely showed.
"I'm not," Sasuke amended. He exhaled haggardly. "You said I need to take my mission seriously."
With that, Kakashi turned around and his eyes grew by a small capacity. "Missi—You mean Hinata?" Inwardly, the Uchiha twitched. Not even around his presence, and she still had a tremendous effect on him, seducing him with the mere mention of her name. "Ah. I send an ANBU after her as soon as possible. He must be on his way there. You don't have to worry about that."
"Well, I don't have to stay attached to your hip, do I? I can walk wherever I want. I want to spend my last days outside Konoha, if I want to."
"You can't, Sasuke. And you're not dying. Besides" convinced the Hokage with a voice of assurance. "the sole reason I called you back was to tell you that we're having a Kage meeting through the intercoms around seven evening today. Ay requested seeing you through the screen."
"What? The bastard is that desperate to see me rotten and miserable behind bars to call an urgent meeting through computers?"
"Oh, angry people do similar stuff. You would know, wouldn't you?"
The young Uchiha ignored the playful innuendo to his teenage and demented self back in the days where he was eager to have the world within his fist. Back when he was beyond blinded—he was psychotic at the least. He was even ready to do something as ridiculous as attacking the Kages…and other atrocities crazy people his generation do; throw a tantrum, meaning vowing to flip the whole village upside down. The irony was distinct; he hadn't exceeded that level of power to actually do it rather than just barking about it back then, but now, his abilities grew ever stronger, he was more than capable of doing just that. And he didn't. Progress. So that was the reason he believed that he wasn't a complete nutter at all despite popular beliefs.
"Hn."
When Sasuke turned to the door, Kakashi called out loudly. "You can't go yet, Sasuke. It's not safe out there."
"I don't need protection."
"No, you don't. But you have a tendency to care less for your life." His former mentor shifted his tone, more deeper and more, dare he say, stricter, as if he was back in his Genin days—No, he never used that tone of voice in the majority of his life as an instructor. This must be serious. For him at least, not for the black-haired man. "Stay here until the meeting and we'll figure something out. Rest."
"Hn."
"Oh, and Sakura is probably waiting for you in your apartment."
He stiffened.
Well, that was horrible. Review!!!!!