DAY 1: ENVY

Modern Day AU

Summary: Sasuke is cruel to his girlfriend on purpose.

Characters: Sasuke, Hinata, Neji

Warnings: Not Happy, Angst, Hatred, Revenge, Uchiha Sasuke Being An Asshole


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Judas' Act and His Toys

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He thought it would be easy yanking her legs wide open as if her joints have the pliant articulation of a PVC Figma action figure. He didn't need to insist on the women he's had before. Not in the way he's got Hinata pushed up against the couch, her chest spilling out of her unbuttoned blouse, her spine a full c, bent as far as it could tolerate before breaking. Didn't she do gymnastics in high school? Was that all for show that she's making a fuss now?

"S-Sasuke, stop! It hurts! T-This is not funny." Hinata resisted her awkward position with her legs hanging over his shoulders.

Sasuke grinned. A hint of malevolence glinted in his eyes. Without warning, he stood, hoisting her up, pulling her crotch nearer his face. Hinata squeaked, close to tears. Whatever was left of the decency she was trying to save by pushing her skirt up, Hinata must leave behind in favor of supporting her neck by pushing up against the sofa.

As a girlfriend, she was used to his antics, opening the door for her, then running off with their shared umbrella the next, leaving her to head home soaking wet. Seeing her yawning and heavy-eyed at school, he'd buy her a can of coffee and would gently press it against her cheek. One time, he dropped a rhino beetle inside her shirt from the back while she drank. Hot coffee spilled all over her. He laughed like a villain—roared—at her cafeteria gaffe that tears budded at the corners of his eyes.

He's entertained by the meanest things she had ever experienced from anybody. And yet, where it counts—her difficulties with her finance degree—he wraps his arms around her, her broken spirit thrust in a fragile shell, and pulls her in firmly, as though he could be the armor, as though he could be the world, and gently kisses her temples, leaving sweet trails warmly burning the sides of her face to her chin.

Nobody is as convincing as Sasuke to tell her it's all gonna be alright. After all, he was great in many things. He made sure of that. And with his aid, her burdens seemed lighter.

The first time he asked to kiss her, she was hesitant, but naturally, she gave in. It was a no-brainer. When he asked for tongue, he could tell she had doubts, but he gave no space for thinking and took what he wanted. He took pride in making her discover her own sensuality when she moans, and her flushed, wanting face after a heated session. But his work is never done. She must totally fall for him, be completely mesmerized by him, be addicted. Be utterly destroyed.

When he asked for sex, she dared say no.

It crossed his mind to guilt-trip the girl, recount all the times he has helped her with her studies: he is top of their class whereas she struggled. (His father, of course, had made sure he had hired mentors to prepare him for university starting middle school in the US). But it left a disdainful taste in his tongue. It wasn't his style—he wasn't a total scum. Or so he liked to think. So he asked her for her breasts and convinced her this was the best compromise they'd arrive at that afternoon.

He showed her around his collection room, his latest promiscuous anime figures from Skytube exposed in various positions. (He didn't expect any fruitful, interesting conversation if he showed her his pricier toy collection anyway.) The way she tried hard to look away when he emphasized and explored every figure's highlight delighted his fiendish sensibilities, purposely turning her on by demonstrating where he could touch her. But he planned to let her off a little. He'd be kind. He'd make this a memorable experience.

He closed the curtains, played ambient soft music on his iPod connected to the stereo to ease the mood, and made her settle comfortably on the couch. He brought out champagne, shortly forgetting she didn't drink. It would've been all easier with the help of booze. He imagined she'd be pink in the face in no time. He wasn't completely out of luck when she didn't refuse the chocolate he fed her with his mouth. She was receptive to the kiss, though he could tell she wasn't as fully convinced, not enough to tip the scales completely in his favor and in the direction he wanted. So with great care and patience, he massaged her arms and shoulders, whispering compliments, licking her skin, until he had all buttons undone. Oh, she didn't show him at first. With great restraint against his short temper, he kissed her hands, pressed himself up against her, looked up at her with his tenderest puppy eyes, and begged in his tenderest voice that he was very sure, had he had another self watching, he'd applaud himself for being a leopard that could change its spots.

Pinkish tips, snow-white globes spilling out the sun-kissed ivory contrast of his hands. He didn't know she would be this. A thousand times better than the ridiculously proportioned udders on erotic figures he interested himself in as of late, so soft he could make his fingers disappear between them. And he wasn't calm. Unlike what he had imagined, he was possessed. It wasn't just intemperate arousal. By misplaced anger, by his desire for revenge, for someone to blame, a madness possessed him, wanting to utterly humiliate her.

Eyes red, he shoved himself in between her legs, flung her hips up, and the rest was where he currently found himself, hands cold and shaking, impatiently tearing her stockings apart.

He'd seen it in porn. He'd done it to whores. And to this inexperienced heiress, he ate her out wholeheartedly—that is, with all the malicious intent to consume her soul from there.

She screamed to orgasm, her voice turning hoarse. Feeling no more resistance from the tortured victim, he lowered her down and began unzipping his jeans. He had a bit of trouble when the zipper caught his boxers. Hinata took her chance and toppled him over, his back now flat on the floor. Sasuke hissed and cursed, curling into himself as he nursed the back of his head. Hinata, with tears streaming down her face, beat him on the chest, her weak fists betraying any desire to truly hurt him.

"I told you to stop, didn't I? I told you," she cried, "Why are you like this? Why won't you listen to me? I hate it when you're like this."

Sasuke caught her wrists. She misunderstood it as a sign of comfort. She laid her head on his chest and sobbed there.

"Oh… you didn't like it?" he said. She shook her head. Like a child, she has this cute side to her. "I was pretty sure you felt good. The orgasm was good, wasn't it?"

Hinata answered again in like manner, rubbing her face against his shirt with more insistence. Oh, she could be so cute. And even she thought this would be cute. Sasuke smiled and gently patted her head, running his hand soothingly, feeling her smooth thick hair under her fingers. She was oh so cute it was making his heart burst. Too bad he had the wildest idea just now.

"Hinata… Let's break up."


How many weeks has it been? Since Sasuke decided they'd have nothing to do with each other anymore. Notwithstanding the fact that they grew up together and their families used to hang out for barbecue or yachting on the weekends. She doesn't know anymore. She could cry and stay all day in bed. He's the only one she'll ever love. Her valentine's plan is to go see teamLab Borderless with him, experience different worlds together, hold his hand while being mesmerized by the beautiful - what's the point. And then his birthday. And her birthday. And the moment they'll finally reveal their relationship to their families. Then graduation. And then their careers. They were all supposed to do it together. To state it clearly: her life has been torn to pieces. Without him… ah, what was she looking forward to?

Regardless, she never wanted to miss school. Beyond herself, she has a family she is grateful towards. Her finance major is not making her happy. She's a fish out of water in that place. But it would make her father happy. She could picture him bragging to his friends with honors or without. He's the kind of father who has a daily morning routine of whistling to classical music as he shines her and her sister's trophies and framed certificates in sports, music, and other school competitions. And to her tireless mother - she could imagine no greater payback for all the times she stayed by her bedside, soothing her while she suffered childhood asthma in the middle of the night. She was Hinata's biggest cheerleader who, instead of making her sickly daughter stay indoors, encouraged her to various activities to keep her out of self-pity. She raised her graceful and talented, able to please most grown-ups with her manners and her smile. But perhaps too coddled. Perhaps too sweet. That when she saw Sasuke kissing a pink-haired girl at lunch break, she blacked out.

There was nobody to help her. Nobody to hug her and tell her it's all gonna be alright with that tone of voice and his smell and body temperature and bone and muscle to calm her down. She sat herself down to the floor and pressed her back up against the wall. In her vision swam specks of electric sparks flashed in the sky, tiny stars burning against the noonday sun. Venom like a mass of small spiders crept up her chest and all over her arms and legs. She was so dizzy, so furious, so sad. She could not breathe! Out of habit, she reached for her bag and felt for something. It was almost nostalgic, reminiscent of days she was happy had left her. The painful pressure in her chest, the suffocation, the morbid thoughts about dying. This cursed day, she just might. She knew she'd find nothing in her bag. Her pink inhaler had seen better days, tucked away in her vanity, the lowest drawer on the left, with skincare products she didn't like.

It wasn't until Ino Yamanaka, a Japanese-German blonde exchange student she had Financial Accounting with, came up to check on her did people gather around.

"Somebody call the school nurse!" Ino shouted.

Hinata was relieved to see a stranger's concern. She tried her hardest to breathe slower the best she could. If only it wasn't for that familiar face in the crowd.

Her attacks worsened. She wanted to make it worse. To the point that it would really kill her. She wanted to burn the image of her in his mind. See if it would spring him to action, like a prince unmounting his white horse, taking her into his arms. Because she couldn't read Sasuke's expression. Couldn't understand, more like. How unmoved his dark eyes were looking down at her, how unfazed he seemed.

And what of the girl hugging his arm. Can she read his mind? All the time? Is that why he's with her? Or is she smart and more willing to do everything he asked?

She'll never know. But as to whether the pink-haired girl loved him more - no way. There is no question. Three years ago, when he returned from the US and they became seatmates in high school, it was fate. Her greatest happiness was the day he asked her out. From the beginning till the end of time, till her last breath, Sasuke Uchiha is Hinata Hyuga's first and only love.


"Love, Neji's here," said her mom as she patted her hip. "He came at a perfect time. I want to head home for a bit. You won't be lonely here, okay?"

Soon as her mother left the room, her cousin set on a wheelchair pulled in. Distinct scars from a car accident marred his forehead. No procedure he underwent could thoroughly heal them. His crisp black suit suggested he had been to somewhere else. Though Hinata wouldn't put it past Neji to overdress on a hospital visit.

"Board meeting?" asked Hinata.

"No," Neji answered. He wheeled closer to her bed and placed a potted mint on her lap. "I went to visit an old friend. Cut chrysanthemums for him. A live plant for you."

Hinata pried open the plastic cover and took a whiff, humming as she did. "It smells wonderful. Like a rainforest." She lied. Her last nebulization hadn't been too long ago. Fog still swam in her mind, between her ears. An empty taste from the base of her throat on her tongue. "Thank you. You're always so thoughtful, Neji…" She smiled. "I was almost sure it'd get me this time. I'm thankful Father has someone reliable like you. So I'm not worried at all. Whatever happens to me." So long as Neji is there to keep the machinery running, their employees are safe than if she were fully handed the reins, anyway.

Neji seemed to gather his thoughts. "Did something happen?"

"…"

"Is it school?" Neji's growing concern drew him closer to the bed as he tried to reach for her hand. "Didn't I tell you to ask me for help? And if you want to stop, I'll support your decision and help you sort it out before uncle? You don't need to force yourself to do anything, Hinata."

"It's not… It's not that." Her cousin's gentle voice carefully stirred up what she had been trying to bury the past few days. One slip of thought and she was afraid it would swallow her whole. But she couldn't help it before him. Not before his kindness. The press of fresh tears already felt too exhausting. She felt weak, as though she would dissipate any moment. "If only I said okay. If only I said yes without over-thinking, then he would've been happy. Maybe, if only I wasn't a coward. If only I wasn't too scared and embarrassed… then maybe…"

Neji sighed. "A boy then. That's new." He crossed his fingers, his eyes now droned in darkly and deeply somewhere on the other side of the bed. "But nothing new under the sun, I suppose, that I don't understand what happened. Who's he?" He asked coldly.

"…" Hinata only shook her head.

"Fine, I'll look into it myself."

Hinata caught hold of a corner of his sleeve. "Please, Neji… I-it's over. And he doesn't want to have anything to do with me anymore."

"You look like it's the end of the world. You'll get to know other people."

"… But they're not him."

For a short while, Neji merely observed, letting Hinata absorb what she said, letting the atmosphere be permeated with her fearless, damfool declaration. Her head remained bowed, her gaze fixated within her, non-dithering and unashamed.

"So you're in too deep, is what you're trying to say?" continued Neji. "And nothing will ever change your mind? Well, there's nothing we can do about that. So what are your plans now? Do you wanna die? Leave your loving family behind over some," - Neji searched for something derogatory - "… pond bum… pond scum…"

Hinata giggled. "Stop it. Cursing is not your strongest suit."

"And it's yours?" replied Neji. "That boy be damned if uncle hears of this vile influence."

"He only does it sometimes! You don't know that. Don't say that about him."

"Why?" Neji's eyes narrowed. "Does the thought of him in hell saddens you? Don't you know that right now, in my mind, I have the ugliest image of a brat - Hinata's Pond Scum I call him - and I just wished for all the misfortunes in the world to befall upon him? He'd despair so much, he'd feel a hundred - no - a million times your pain."

She laughed till tears formed in her eyes at her cousin's dramatics. She took a deep breath in and slowly let it out. "Thanks, Neji. This is working for me." She smiled. "To tell you the truth, I felt constipated. In here…" She put her hand over her chest. "There are still so many things I want to show him, things I want to give to him. So much… Oh. What should I do, Neji? It's the sense, you know. It's dreadful. And I'm afraid. Because these feelings are important to me, I don't think I've conveyed them to him enough. They'll never get delivered if he doesn't let me."

Neji snorted. "Why would you feel constipated over someone like that?"

The muted news on TV shortly distracted him. In it, people raced to get inside a department store in China. All for some Kaws clothing - whatever that weird character is with Xs for eyes and an altogether grotesque form. Hinata doesn't know what Kaws is, but she, too, became absorbed on the TV screen. How could people love this Kaws so much they grab and stomp at each other? They all looked ready to kill for it if permitted. Which part in those ears could possibly arouse such devotion? They reminded her of pressed fins of a dumpling when the dough is overworked. How strange it was. She simply couldn't comprehend.

"Even if that were to cost millions of dollars, I wouldn't want it," she said absently. "Look at them. They've gone crazy."

Neji hummed in agreement, arms folded as he reclined in his wheelchair. "The most expensive Kaws do, in fact, sell for millions of dollars."

"Eeh? That's unbelievable. Do you know about it? About Kaws?"

"I have one right here." Neji felt for inside his breast pocket and brought out an unexpected object. "An original custom. The smallest Kaws Companion in the world."

Hinata tilted her head curiously at the tiny figure in a plastic box Neji left on the bed. She didn't want to touch it at first. The left half was painted black, and the other half openly showed its bright neon innards.

"An original, you say. But what a pity that it's broken."

"That's the design. It's a Dissected Companion."

"I don't like this Mr. Kaws. I'm creeped out by his red eye." She poked the plastic to cover the eyeball, staring back at her. "But I also feel pity. He might be hurt. Since his insides are exposed like that."

Neji's brow rose, showing him somewhat ticked. "The toy is a Kaws Companion. The one whom you referred to as Mr. Kaws is the artist. Also, save your sympathy for someone else. He's making wonderful living off his art, and as far as I'm knowledgeable, his integumentary system is fully intact."

"Amazing…" Hinata said, wide-eyed. She entertained teasing Neji for being childish, for having a toy hidden behind his breast pocket. But Sasuke had toys. Big ones and small ones. Lewd ones and not. He might even have kept a Kaws Companion or two, but she had been too nervous to notice. "How much did it cost you?"

"It's not mine." There was a subtle shift in Neji's expression. In his eyes, an almost immediate sadness. "This was Itachi's hobby."

Hinata froze hearing the name. It was a name she hadn't heard in a long time, as if their family had been purposely avoiding it for Neji's sake. To not remind him of a gruesome and painful memory while he tries to cope with an invalid life. Not even from Sasuke did she hear about Itachi. And she has always supposed that he, too, was trying to move past the tragedy.

"I visited him today… It's been ten years. Feels like it's been so long, yet I still couldn't give it to his brother."

"This is for… Sasuke?"

"Honestly, I don't know what to do. Whether giving this would be the best thing to do. You said constipated. I, too, have felt constipated for a long time. Everywhere. That toy, I've wanted to get rid of it… How dare it outlive Itachi? How dare I—"

Hinata gripped Neji's tensing shoulder, insisted on fully turning him to her, and cupped his face, their foreheads touching. "That's enough. Didn't I tell you before? You're here for a reason. There's no mistake."

"You always make it sound like you know the answers to everyone's problems. Promise me you'll not overburden yourself with this guy, and I'll listen to you. Live your best life, Hinata. If you fall, I'll fall, and the rest of the household will, too, together with you, do you understand?" Neji's voice choked with held-back tears.

"Okay, I understand." She kissed Neji's cheek, took his hand, and pinky swore on it, sealed by the pressing of their thumbs.

Easier said than done. Her asthma attacks became more frequent in the following months. She couldn't see Sasuke and her parents opted she stopped school for a while. When she re-enrolled the next school year, she never crossed paths with Sasuke on campus anymore. He blocked her number, and he wouldn't return her emails and DMs. He stopped updating his social media accounts and had moved out of his old condominium.

Then one stormy day, during spring break, while she was preparing oxtail soup for the family dinner, a call came. He introduced himself as Kabuto Yakushi, a public defender, and asked her who she was and if she knew Sasuke Uchiha.

"I'm Hinata Hyuga. Yes, I know him." She gulped. "Is something the matter, attorney?"

"Hyuga? Are you related to the Hyuga Corp?" His tone was joking. Hinata told him the truth. "Oh, is that so?" His dull voice livened up. "That's good news," he said. "Money would be beneficial in this situation. I've gone through hoops to get his contacts from the police, only to find a single number on his phone. My client is reluctant to ask, so I've taken it into my own hands to reach out to you: be Sasuke Uchiha's guarantor. He had been arrested and charged with aggravated assault and driving while intoxicated."

Hinata gasped. She turned off the stove before her shaking hands could cause trouble. "Where is he now?"

"Fujinomiya Police Station."

"Okay. I'll be there," she said without hesitation. She would have known it would take her two hours at least had she googled. Four if she were to be careful driving through this rain and possible traffic. It wouldn't matter, anyhow.

"And please hire a lawyer. I want my hands off this brat. Doesn't have a family here, wouldn't disclose close living relatives or acquaintances. Turned out we went to the same university, and he's barely an adult. I'll be acting against my conscience if I were to leave him alone. But at this rate, he'll rot in jail. And he doesn't seem to care."


Someone requested to see him. A Hinata Hyuga. Why would she even come here? He declined.

The next day, he was free to go. Just like that. As if he hadn't maimed someone in the face in a bar just for the fun of it. The dude might have said something about his mom, a 'yo momma's so fat' kind of brainless joke. He couldn't recall exactly. Then and there, Sasuke wanted him to disappear off the face of the earth. So passionate he was giving what the man asked for. His wrist might be done for. He's a generous guy like that. It had already been a week since, and he still couldn't move or feel his right hand. The medic had decided disinfecting the wound and wrapping his bloody hand with a bandage was more than enough. Damn, did it make bathing hard. Apart from that, he can still eat, can still drink. He didn't lose an important skill. He used to paint. But, since his mother's death, he had lost interest. Pleasing women, jerking off—he'll have to learn with his other hand. Guess he has something to thank Hinata Hyuga for. He can't do those in prison. Just didn't feel right.

Walking out of detention in the hallway, thoughts about his toys crossed his mind. They cost quite a fortune. More than half were his older brother's collection, which he had retrieved from their mother's house. He had only found out she had them after the bank took over her house mortgaged to pay for chemo. She couldn't bring it upon herself to sell even one of Itachi's toys when they would've fetched quite a price. With no one left to watch after the toys, he'd die with some regret after all.

The rain worsened as he got close to the exit. The police gave him back his phone, jacket, and car keys. They told him he'll have to get his car from the pound. Through the glass, he could see her waiting outside, holding up an umbrella.

Is she expecting him to say something? Thanks. Oh, he'll give her thanks, all right.

"Don't follow me," he told her soon as he stepped out the door. He went straight into the rain and never once looked back.

"Sasuke, wait!" Hinata chased after him. His long strides covered more ground. She struggled to keep up. "What happened? Your hand is hurt."

"You don't understand, do you? Glad you stuck around and got me out, but I'm sick of your face." She looked hurt. Good. He started his way to the pound, sure he hammered in his point. Then she called him again.

The pressure of her presence behind him, her voice, the cold, pounding rain. Before he could fully process the annoyance of it all, in two ticks, he had grabbed her face and shouted at her.

When his brother died, his father was not the same. Not an ounce of kindness remained in his soul. He divorced his wife and pulled strings to win custody over his eight-year-old son. Then he transferred to the US, forcefully taking with him the child. He afforded him the best education, but the child soon became the receiving end of things when the tides of venture went against his startup tech in the US. He was never satisfied, always disappointed. The second-born will never grow up to be his genius eldest. Were it not for the housemaid snooping around his father's trash, Sasuke would never have found the torn letter from his mother. While he was in his second year in high school, winning math, science, and art competitions on the national level, his mother was alone and dying in a hospital back in Japan.

As fate would have it and with a dark sense of humor, Sasuke came across familiar faces at the Haneda Airport. The Hyuga's. Fresh from a ski resort vacation in Colorado's snowy mountains: still so happy, still of good health, and sickeningly bright. Then, as if by the whisper of the wind, it occurred to him: wasn't it all the eldest daughter's fault? What she the starting point from which spiraled out misfortune and suffering to his family? She was always this sweet, cute girl, always the people pleaser. As a kid, Sasuke was envious. She could easily talk Itachi into giving her gifts without feeling the restraint of utmost respect and comparison that burdened him on the daily.

"Because you're so fucking special, aren't you?! If it weren't for you—"

And if wasn't for Hinata begging Itachi to attend her piano recital, Itachi would've been still alive.

That's right. He never asked her out because he liked her. All she had going for her was her body. She's stupid. And she has a stupid family. They were all so fake, happy, so nice to each other. He had no greater desire than to see Hinata devastated; eclipse their family's light—completely—just as she did to him.

Simmering wrath was all that held him together, binding his sinew to bones, that after he had gathered it all and blasted it towards her, his knees gave out. He sobbed. He defeated the enemy, yet he suffered the full brunt of the blow.

"You heard me. That was the only reason. I never loved you. Now leave. Before I fucking crush your fucking pretty face!"

"No." She wrapped her arms around him, her warmth seeping into his wet clothes.

"After everything you've done?" He pushed her off of him. Her umbrella rolled away. It would seem like she'd finally listen to him, but she only went after her umbrella and came back to annoy him again, eventually.

"I didn't have a recital that day," she said.

Sasuke looked at her in the eye. "Trying to lie? Save your breath." It was as useless as her holding the umbrella over him and letting herself get rained on.

"I don't care if you don't believe me. But you must know the truth: I didn't have a recital that day." Hinata's voice, though shivering, remained firm. She was as good at hiding her true intentions, as a clueless well-fed puppy, Sasuke knew that. "It's true I've always been spoiled, always getting taken care of by everybody. Then, once, I had a dream. We were in the back seat of your father's van. You were laughing, and in that dream, I was the one making you happy. I've treasured that dream in my heart since. I couldn't say this before, but… you're the reason I wanted to learn to cook, even though Mama had always wanted to keep me out of the kitchen. You became my truest dream in life... You struck me unlike any other hobby or after-class club activity. I wanted to be better for you. Be the most loving girlfriend to you. And in the future, the best wife that I could be for you. Your pranks might be a little too much sometimes, but I treasured every moment I could see you smile. You're very special to me, Sasuke. And you're special to Itachi, too."

Hinata pulled a plastic box inside her coat, laid it on the wet pavement, and put her umbrella over it.

"This is an original custom Kaws Dissected Companion. The smallest in the world, the only one of its kind. For his little brother. He must've really adored you. He couldn't wait and had to see it soon as it reached Japan. Neji went with him. Just as they were getting back…" She bowed her head and covered her face. "I'm so sorry, Sasuke."

"Stop crying," Sasuke softly said. "Leave."

"I won't."

"It's getting too cold. What if this triggers an asthma attack? Will you die here, for me?"

"Yes."

"Baka. Go, get inside your car, and dry yourself. How are you going to be the most loving girlfriend and the best wife for me if you're dead? Were those mere empty words?"

Hinata bit her lip. "Fine. But you have to call me back. Since I'm the only one saved on your phone."

Fuck. How did she know?

"You gotta promise, okay?" She bent over to him, unintentionally showing cleavage, her wet white dress clinging to her skin. She took his pinky. They swore and sealed on it like they were stupid kids. She's always been cute like that, making his heart burst. "You gotta call me, okay?"

"I will, babe." He smirked. The kind he does to convince her of things.

He won't.

It wasn't his style—he wasn't a total scum. Or so he liked to think. So he won't.

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End.


DM Corner:

Hello, friends. Long time no post!:D

It's #NSFWSasuHinaWeek2022! (Feb.13-19) They're on twitter and the SasuHinaMonth discord.

I first published this story on AO3. I'm Daifuku_Mochiin over there. It's not something you'd expect for NSFW... yeah, sorry for that hahaha! This is my ugly image of Envy.

It's entitled "Judas' Act and Toys" because I felt Judas' character related to Sasuke's here. Plus it goes together with the religion-inspired theme.