Disclaimer: Naruto characters belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.

Anomaly

LINEN AND PEARLS

Chapter V

"Is it to your liking?" The man standing across her asked.

Hinata woke up that day, tired as ever. Last nights events didn't make it easier for her to face him again today. She was told by Karin that Madara asked for her yet again, she didn't show any emotion or terror at the prospect of another encounter with him but the expensive kimono thrown at her lap was enough to make her forehead knot.

It was a gift, apparently.

Is this his way of apologizing for what he did to her last night? And now he wants her to move in a another room? One that has more privacy? Hinata wasn't a tracker for nothing. Every detail means something.

Madara stepped forward and looked outside the window and she couldn't help but flinch when he did. She was afraid, every movement of him scares her.

She felt the satin against her skin. This time around, she wore an undercloth but she didn't bother wrapping her chest. She could practically see him drool over the shape of her breasts when she walked in. "Why did you move me here?" She asked. Her voice full of curiousity and innocence. WIth her personality, it was not that hard to feign.

He smirked and scoffed. His long dark hair swayed. "I think you know exactly why."

Hinata could only look at the floor. He cannot bed her yet. Not now. Not like this. Hold your ground, be unnatainable. That's what everyone said.

"How old are you, Hyuuga-hime?" His sudden question snapped her back into reality and she almost immediately answered like a proper girl, was it because he called her hime? "18.. How old are you?"

He smiled genuinely at her silly question. "Well my age is a bit complicated. I assume you have knowledge of this." He pushed himself off the window and walked towards the large bed. She could only nod and flutter her eyelashes.

"I am older than this village itself." He sounded like he took pride in that fact. He sat on the bed and scratched his chin. "But this body and appearance.. I'd say I am in my early thirties."

Was he enjoying this? All this talk about himself? How could a man that is suppose to be dead look so alive?

He stared at her when she didn't talked further. "Sit." He said as he patted the space beside him. Inviting.

Hinata stuttered. "N-No. I am fine standing, thank you." Madara only smiled and stared harder. All she wanted to do was cry so bad when he suddenly stood and walked towards her.

He sneaked up on her last night. Right now he's not hiding anymore. He is there, in front of her, ready to pounce the rabbit.

She backed herself until she hit a table behind her. How she wanted to curse like a sailor.

With her head only reaching his chest, she only looked forward. No, she won't give him the satisfaction of seeing her scared. This is her mission, she will never make this easy for him. If he gains her now, he will only dispose her just as fast.

He reached out and touched her sleeve then up to her neckline. "The color looks good on you."

He's dressing me in his clans colors. But red wasn't her color. Her skin was too pale for it.

She finally looked up when he didn't pull back his hands. "Why did move me here M-Madara?". Her eyes laced with anger and disinterest.

He smirked again might be from the lack of honorifics as she addressed him. Hinata was beginning to hate that mouth of his more. "It's closer to my chambers." Madara then held her waist, pulling her closer to him, pushing her further back unto the table.

She can only raise her chin up and avoid touching his face. Their breath mingled and she was sure that he can feel her spark of chakra. She's ready to attack again but it appears that it didn't bother him as he kept pushing forward. His face, kami his face was more beautiful in natural light. He looked normal. He didn't look like a killer. He was just hungry man, and she needed him wrapped around her fingers.

He sized up her waist not even big enough to circle his large hands. "Easier access to you."

"Get off me." She warned. Challenging him.

He maintained eye contact.

Hinata's insides shook as she saw pure lust in his eyes. A thirst to conquer. His hands dragged her kimonos neckline aside and exposed her bare breast.

The action deeply embarrassed her, but Anko sensei said her innocence will entice him more. "Stop."

His head only dipped and kissed the pulse in her neck. Hinata bit her lip as she gasped for air as his kisses went lower to the beat of her heart and finally landing on her breast.

Hinata pushed him this time but to no avail. "No!" She protested again. He only giggled as if he was having fun.

"Hinata I have no time for fun and games." He explained as if it made sense that they're doing this and then gripped her waist to lift her on the table then proceeded to suck on her nipple.

Anger and embarrassment filled Hinata as he spread her legs and continued on his ministration.

The image of this man doing these things to her in broad daylight embarrassed her. Anko and everyone who briefed her about her mission told her these things are possible. They warned her but there was no way a woman like her could've prepared herself for this. A lesson is just lesson. It will never compare to experiencing it first hand.

She shut her eyes and gathered herself.

Hinata slapped him hard, push and kicked him in the chest. All infused with chakra. She did not need to act like she's some royalty offended, disrespected and violated by a man. She grew up an heiress, it came like breathing to her. "You can't just bend me over some table!" She screeched in anger.

She got off the table and Madara just stood there. No smirk plastered on his face.

She breathed in and spoke in a more elegant manner.

"You have your whores, I am not one of them."

Hinata went out the room. Running and running. Numbness taking over her as she stumbled over her weakened knees.

Authors note:

This fic can have long and short chapters and yes even snippets.