Disclaimer: Naruto characters belongs to Mr. Masashi Kishimoto.
Anomaly
DEW
Chapter II
Hinata picked up the simple white kimono that was given to her weeks ago, this was just dried this morning. She felt the crisp but slightly smooth sensation across the fabric, the sun has set and she could not believe that it had been weeks.
Inside the large room were dozens of beds with female servants sleeping, some she recognized some she did not, there was no chakra restraints, no. Madara never needed that. People were afraid of him. No one would dare. It's been years. There's a reason why she's doing this mission now.
It's been three weeks since she was offered to Madara but in those weeks nothing happened. Everyone said that she needs to be unattainable, maybe even stand her ground. She did just that but perhaps she was not doing enough. Her mission had no progress, in those weeks, she had not seen Uchiha Madara.
She found a dark corner on the side of a large cabinet and took her clothes off and slipped on the Kimono and the kimono alone. Crimson color filled her cheeks as she felt the fabric around her almost naked body. It ended just above her knees.
Because tonight, she would dare.
A knock came even when the door was always open and everyone instantly woke. A familiar image of a woman with red hair entered and instantly saw Hinata. "You, serve him his tea today. Take Ayame with you, he has companions." Hinata quickly scanned the room without activating her byakugan and there she was, Ayame at the far end of the dark room. A glint in her eyes as she recognized her, and a nod as she acknowledged the order.
This is her chance.
Hinata combed her hair and tied it into a bun to expose her neck, as she walked alongside the older woman, Ayame. No one talked. It was like a small rule everyone follows. After they prepared the tea in the kitchen, they silently walked towards the lower part of the tower where Madara preferred to rest and sometimes meet his subordinates.
After a gentle knock, they entered carrying their trays. Hinata felt the rough fabric along her skin as she walked and it reminded her that she was not wearing anything underneath. Her nipples hardened by the cold atmosphere as she tried to look like nothing was amiss, I can do this - she told herself.
"Madara-sama." Ayame silently announced and bowed to the men talking around a table.
Madara looked over Ayame and then to her, maybe he was expecting her to acknowledge him as well but Hinata didn't. She needed to get his attention. To irk him.
It was dangerous. It will either push him to bed her or kill her.
Ayame quickly began serving the tea as she looked at her frantically as if telling her to move as well. Hinata walked on the other side of the table where every move of her body will be in his line of sight. Hinata smiled shyly at the men as she served them their tea, a position she knew will give Madara her state of undress.
The men beside her who Hinata somehow recognized from the bingo books and the field during the war, glued their eyes on her chest, Hinata looked calm but on the inside she was shaking like a leaf. She wanted to cry but when she recalled how everyone trusted her with this mission and how much was sacrificed, she regained courage to push through.
"You may leave." Madara spoke.
Ayame quickly stood straight and nodded for her to move and go out with her.
"Y-Yes Madara-sama." Ayame stuttered and left with Hinata behind her, not hearing Madara's glass breaking.
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It was only half an hour passed midnight when the red head woman came back barking at their shared room.
"Hinata!" She screeched almost like she was in panic. Sweat gathered around the woman's forehead, a sign that told Hinata she was scared of something.
Hinata quickly stood and patted the kimono she was wearing. "Yes?" She acknowledged the older woman.
Her hand gestured for her to move fast. "Get up! You'll clean the mess in his room." Hinata quickly stood as well as Ayame.
"No, Ayame you stay."
Hinata did not need to look at Ayame's face to see the relief in them. "Hai."
Her chest tightened at the prospect of being alone in his presence. Is this it? She asked herself. She quietly entered the same room and immediately saw the mess at the table. Shards of broken glass scattered across the marble floor. Hinata scanned the room and saw that there was no one around.
Relief almost spread inside her but it was short-lived. There on the other side of the door, Hinata heard the wildest moans in her life. She stiffened as she wanted to cover her ears from such lustful sounds, but stopped herself from doing it and instead focused on her task - to clean the mess.
Hinata knelt and did her job, shaking as she tried to neutralize the sounds of sin.
"Ah! Madara-sama!"
Hinata's face scrunched in disgust and embarrassment and her palms sweat at the obvious peak of the woman on the other side of the wall, but released the breath she held when she finished cleaning everything. She didn't even realize how she was moving too fast, wanting to end the torture she was forced to hear.
Just as she was about to leave, the sound of the door opening ringed her sensitive ears. She quickly turned and saw the man causing all those sounds. Madara stood clad only in his dark pants. His flushed chest full of sweat glistened in the dark yellow light, and Hinata felt her knees go weak from the surprise and his obvious bulge.
He never spoke, but his eyes lingered on her panicked state. His whole body screamed power and death and bloodlust. Hinata shivered but was thankful for the fact that she was already done with her task. She shakily bowed and left his private chamber.
Her quick feet made it to the kitchen, where she left all the shards on the tray. She wanted to get away. Far away from that room.
Hinata never noticed how her heart almost choked her from it's nervous beating. She pressed her thighs together and almost cried from the sensation.
She was not ready.
If that was how women reacted to him then how was she going to fare? What could she possibly offer him if he already had plenty of women at his feet? Should i kill them? No. No. They are innocent.They're probably just trying to survive.
All her courage and confidence left her body once she settled back to their large shared chamber. Hinata quietly leaned on the small open window to breathe and try to relax herself, it was a good thing that everyone was already asleep.
She almost leapt to the air as a large callused hand covered her mouth. She tried to push herself off the wall but she only met a damp hard chest and another hand to grip her hips in place. Slowly the hand creeped inside her Kimono and Hinata almost whimpered in fear. No one has ever touched her there.
Authors Note:
Uh oh, Hinatas teasing backfired. .
Love that y'all are curious who's the captor. He will be revealed soon!
Reminder, I'm serious about the warnings I gave. NON CON, SEXUAL AND ADULT SITUATIONS.
2 Years have passed since the war so Hinata is 18 here. Her appearance is based on The Last.
Madaras appearance is what he looked like when he fought all the tailed beasts. Long dark hair. Normal Madara lol