He had been watching her sleep peacefully on the bed he had prepared for her. She was face down, only lightly covered by a white sheet over the top of the curve of her butt, with one arm extended under the pillow where her head was resting and the other curved in such a way that her fingers were slightly covering her mouth.

With one of his fingers, he lightly delineated her spine from top to bottom until reaching that midpoint where the separation of her buttocks began and rose to the top again. Even in her unconsciousness she still trembled under the touch of him.

The bruises he had made with his mouth nights before, even the last night, were still in a vivid purple he can say wouldn´t disappear anytime soon. He looked at the creamy skin of the breast that, at his prospect, flattened slightly, causing it to form a curve that drove him crazy.

Slowly and carefully to not wake her, he approached and positioned himself over her without touching her until his lips met the snowy skin of her neck, giving small and slow kisses in each space of that area. He was eager to rub his erection into her and so he did, even through his boxers it felt good to be between the two mounds of her buttocks. He got up staying settled on his knees that were on either side of her, and from his perspective she looked so good, so sexy and he couldn't wait any longer.

He first removed the only garment he was wearing and then removed the sheet that covered her. He took a buttock in each hand and opened them, revealing that place of hers that he loved so much and the place of hers that he had not yet explored. With both thumbs he took her inner lips and opened them, pleased to feel her wet, ready for him as she had been those three months in which he had held her captive.

He took a deep breath, trying not to lose his self-control and penetrate her right then and there. When he exhaled, he leaned slightly towards the table that was next to the bed and took a condom, he opened it trying not to break it because of the excitement it gave him every time he was going to submerge himself between her legs and put it on, resuming his previous position and placing his erection in her entrance, penetrating her slowly and noticing how her hands were clenched into fists and her closed eyes were still wrinkled in her sleep.

He began with a gentle sway until he saw her open her eyes and noticed her somewhat disoriented, he patted her hard -a little more than he wanted -to get her attention, which he won immediately when she looked at him slightly raising her head, looking at him and then looking down where their bodies met, something that motivated him to increase speed and caused her to immediately lower her head again, now with her forehead and arms on the pillow as she moved her legs until she was on her knees , giving him more access to her interior and a more comfortable position.

He continued penetrating her and with one of his hands he went from her lower back to her neck and then to her hair, grabbing and pulling her until she was forced to also settle on her hands and lift her head back, and damn, she looked erotic.

He pulled a little more until she was only on her knees, with her back against his chest and her mouth against his. He touched one of her breasts with one of his hands and with the other starting to stimulate her clitoris.

He could hear her moans being barely muffled in his mouth, and he observed ─ because he hadn't closed his eyes for a second, wanting to enjoy her reactions every moment ─ her eyes, half-open and a little teary, still with the traces of her previous dream present in them. Lips to lips he smiled and in his head lustful thoughts were linked with the thoughts of how lucky he was to have her like this for and just for him, also being invaded by memories of how he had met her, or better say, when he had first noticed her time.


He recalled that she began to appear in his school photos from the third grade, and in the group photos of his group of acquaintances ─acquaintances, because he really could not say if he considered more than three people among them a friend─ from the second half fifth grade, more or less.

But he did not recognize her person until about the third to last year of his school life, when she had represented their school in the first show of the figure skating category that their school and others in the area had fought so hard to obtain within the categories of interscholastic competitions until they achieved it. He hadn't really wanted to attend, but he was taken out of his bed and practically dragged to the place, not before having punched Naruto a couple of times, who was the one who insisted they should go support that friend he was sure that he didn't have, and reproached him for show a bit of school pride from time to time as well.

Three participants had passed and it had not been anything impressive. He was about to stand up and leave the local skating center, in which the competition was taking place because the one at his school was small enough to barely cover half of its student population, much less those which would come from other schools, but again the annoying blond stopped him and told him it was the turn of "Hina" as he had said. In his mind he thought it was a strange name and could not find more than slightly longer names with said letter particles, although his thoughts and intention to leave the place were cut off when the lights went out and the collective gasp was heard at the moment when a particular light pointed towards the opposite end from him. A little exasperated by his own curiosity, he sat back down until he watched as a girl went out to the skating rink, and he assumed that she was the so call "Hina".

He looked her up and down, she was dressed in a dark blue leotard with a few sparkles, a very small loose and off-white transparent skirt and transparent stockings, her hair tied up in a sterile bun that seemed to have been intentionally pulled to one side. The image of her became recurring in his mind, and he couldn't help but think that indeed, he had seen her at some point. He wondered if she was one of those girls who insisted on 'bumping into' him insensately.

He tried to observe her face carefully, but it was impossible when a fine tune of violins began to be heard, leading her to start with her routine.

From there on it was as if only she existed.

Her smooth movements as she paced the track from one point to another, doing a few jumps that were very perfect in his eyes, hypnotic. The movements of her hips when she was about to start a turn flowed naturally, at one point she was in the center of the ice, with one leg raised high while the upper half of her body was bent down, touching with her hands the ankle of the leg on which she rotated.

The routine ended, but he couldn't tell if time had passed as quickly as she made it seem, or if it was just because he was so absorbed in watching her.

The applause and shouts exploded, everyone standing up, while he had only been sitting without being able to take his eyes off her, who was panting and smiling and even from a distance from her he could make out the red spots on her cheeks.

It wasn't until she was announced as the undisputed winner that he learned her name.

Hinata Hyuga.

People began to leave the place, but they approached her, Ino being the first to pounce on her to congratulate her.

He, for his part, had stayed behind them with the air trapped in his lungs, not letting it go because he had somehow forgotten how to breathe when he saw her closer, she was beautiful; but when her eyes collided with his and she seemed to smile a little differently than she smiled at everyone else, he could tell she had become the pivot of his life.


He stepped out of her and rolled her over, tossing her onto the bed on her back and kissing her voraciously as he thrust into her once again with a single thrust, thrusting quickly because he liked the way her breasts moved when he did, even in the darkness of that cellar he could clearly distinguish it.

He could also make out her eyes, they looked so ghostly, with tears of pleasure threatening to overflow from them and staring only at him. He loved her, since he met her, everything about her had seemed extremely sensual, even those small gestures that went unnoticed by most, except for him; but, he remember, there were others as observant as him, those who had appreciated closely those things that he could only see from afar.

His college days had only been pure frustrations concerning others, of watching her make her own story of meaningless romance, failed relationships, and starting over, while he was absorbed in those studies he really didn´t like, because if he found free time, he would had used it to disfigure the face of every man who dared to touch her.


His dark gaze followed her across the visible campus, hating the way her pale fingers intertwined with the darker ones. He thought about the absurd image they projected and at first glance not even the image was compatible, she with her traditional beauty and he with his wild traces. He clung to the table where he was, thus avoiding standing up to stop the goodbye kiss that those two shared, the picture were so disgusting, and yet he could not look away from it.

Hinata Hyuga and Kiba Inuzuka weren't compatible.

The opportunity presented itself when they were both far enough apart and she was sitting just a few tables away from him, so he took his books and dropped them in a slightly noisy way on her table, drawing her attention.

—Sasuke— she greeted him, smiling.

The only action of his was to nod and take a seat, he was shamefully speechless, something that only happened around her whenever she repeated that action: smile.

Silence surrounded them as she returned to concentrating on the exercises she was doing, so he opened his own books to the marked pages and did the same with the exception that he was only concentrating, secretly, of course, on her.

Her expression was fascinating, even with the pursed lips and the wrinkled eyebrows she was beautiful, she seemed annoyed with whatever the book showed, so he looked at it and raised his eyebrows a little perplexed because the exercises that seemed to overwhelm her so much were quite basic for his career, but not caring, he took his own pen and proceeded to write the answers on a piece of paper that he placed on top of the book, obscuring her view of the object and gaining her gaze on him.

He heard her sigh.

—I must look like a fool— she said, clearly embarrassed, her face slightly flushed, he wondered if it was normal to feel proud for being the one who provoked it —It's just that ... forget it.

She began to gather her things and he was a little alarmed, causing a merely involuntary movement by taking her wrist to prevent her from leaving, and he won her gaze on him again, but he felt relief when she returned to his place at that table and began to talk to him about what was really bothering her.

Flames began to burn inside him when she began to tell about how she suspected that Kiba was being unfaithful, but she did not want to jump to excessive conclusions without being completely sure, nevertheless she could see the signs there; the suspicious calls and smells of perfumes that she wouldn´t use.

In his mind he slaughtered the Inuzuka in every possible way.

With many reasons she seemed skeptical when he offered to help her allay her suspicions, and when she asked him why, he only responded with the thought that haunted his head every night when he went to bed and did not sleep without before thinking about her.

—Men like that do not deserve women like you— and his answer seemed to satisfy her without suspecting that was not the end, and he would not say...

"Because women like you are destined for men like me."

Then things started fast and as they ended. In his investigation, which was made possible by his previous years of interest in the field of criminal investigation and a little help from his brother, he discovered that Kiba, in fact, was being unfaithful with several women at the same time, which tore her apart when he told her. There he glimpsed the best moment, he would let her recover from the breakup and then he would confess to her.

And two months later at the end of the semester, with a bouquet of roses in one hand and a handkerchief to wipe the persistent sweat from his palms in the other, he headed to the dorm building where he knew she resided, still not knowing what he was going to say, but when he reached his steps he stopped only at a short distance from the building, where he saw her enter with another man, Toneri, with whom he shared a few classes and who had one of his hands on the Hinata's lower back.

He followed them a few steps back, until they reached her door, who kept concentrating on unlocking it while the silver-haired man had both hands on the girl's hips, standing very close to her.

Sasuke stood in front of the door once they were inside, his fists clenched as he heard playful giggles from the other side and his only reaction was to turn around and leave, tossing the roses into the nearest container and leaving campus so quickly how he could.

He didn't come back the next semester and neither did the one after that.


But finally he had her with him, there, under his body, as he thrust into her slowly but hard, making her moan and bite her lips, even after years she was still having an effect on him, she was still marveling him with her expressions.

He felt close to ending when she had her orgasm, the fact that it was him who made her reach ecstasies only turned him on even more and caused him to increase the speed of his thrusts as she convulsed with pleasure.

It was annoying having to put up with the fact that he couldn't directly feel her skin to skin, he never considered feeling hatred for such a fine piece of latex, but he really had no choice.

He searched to going deeper and took one of her legs, putting it on one of his shoulders while with one hand he pushed the other one, ignoring if it was painful, because the sound of his testicles colliding with Hinata's butt was so hypnotic that he just wanted to keep listening.

Hinata was screaming and it was music to his ears, he loved it when her moans were transformed, it was exhilarating.

—You like when i those my cock on you, huh? —He said between gasps —your pussy ... it's squeezing me

She tried to cover her face from his dirty talk, but he avoided it as best he could.

—Don't do it— he demanded —look how I fuck you

After a few seconds she obeyed, leaning slightly on her elbows and fixing her gaze on the union of her bodies.

Her obedience motivated him more, her innocent and flushed face, her gasps, all it drove him to the limit. He abruptly stopped, letting out a great growl as he spilled into the condom, slowly slipping out of her.

He dropped next to her and pulled her to his chest while they both tried to catch their breaths, after several minutes he looked at her face, she had fallen asleep again. He brushed aside the bangs that covered her face and looked at her face completely, his gaze slowly tracing every feature of her face, trying to remember every detail of her it that he probably would never see again.

He couldn't help but think how much her sister Hanabi looked like her, yet they were so different at the same time. If Hinata was awake, her characteristic moon eyes reminded him of the lesser Hyuga, the one who only days before had seen him with the same empty white eyes.


He had just come out of a press conference, both he and Itachi and the entire police station were being attacked not only by the community, but also by the national press, who were looking for answers to the disappearance of the young college student, Hinata Hyuga.

He was not worried of them, his act of frustration had apparently paid off in front of the cameras, but he could see how the real stress consumed his brother.

After giving a report of the "clues" they had obtained and informing that they would continue investigating and searching in the delimited areas, he had left and taken his patrol, heading to the path that led to the Hyuga house, to the path in which he had collected her, to build his facade.

When he arrived, there were a few officers who were still searching around because they had been ordered to, but he also noticed how a few of them were sticking together near another patrol, they seemed to be talking to someone, so when he got out of his patrol he went directly to them.

—Uchiha— among the officers came a girl, who was the one who had called him and was now heading towards him.

—Hyuga, this area is restricted— he told to Hinata's sister, Hanabi.

The girl in question was dressed in boots that were dirty with mud, along with black pants and an obviously old shirt. Behind her was a medium-sized black Labrador retriever, who kept sniffing the ground.

—I'm looking for my sister— was what she answered him.

—We are in charge of that, when we have clues of whom or where they took her, we will inform them

But the girl just strongly denied.

—I'm not looking for a trace of her, I'm looking for her corpse—was what she said with a broken voice.

Sasuke looked at her, her face looked tired, like someone who hadn't slept in days, the dark circles under her eyes denoting it. He fell silent, wondering inwardly who else had lost faith in finding her.

—It's been a long time ... I ... I just want to find her— she approached him and bent down to take the dog who kept sniffing at him and scratching his pants —This is Hinata's dog ... he doesn't bark ... just like her— He laughed sadly "I ... I thought it could help— she whispered so low he barely heard her.

He pulled slightly away from the dog, still watching as the sister of the girl he had in his basement now let her tears fall freely, barely sobbing, and completely sitting on that dirt road.

And he wasn't sure why he felt his heart tremble.


—Hinata— he called and shook her, causing her to wake up immediately alert and wondering if she had always been such a light sleeper.

—Let's go

She looked at him expectantly, as if he spoke to her in a foreign language. He took care of wrapping her body well between the sheets, because if he saw her naked again, he would jump on her and his intentions would be completely forgetting.

He took her by one of her hands and persuaded her to get out of bed; she trembled at the cold ground under her feet while he took the watch that was finely placed on the pile of his clothes next to the bed, 2:31 A.M he could visualize. He took the boxer and released her hand for a moment to be able to put them on, taking her back once his task was done, not caring to put on his other clothes.

He pulled her with him as they headed for the stairs and he could feel her indecision behind him.

They went upstairs and he turned on the lights, he had to look back when she quickly released him, wondering if she would run now that she had a mere chance, but when he saw her; she was covering her face as her arms flattened against her breasts, avoiding the sheet to fell.

It was true, she had been in the dark for so long that this sudden light must have hurt her eyes, and he scolded himself for not thinking about it.

He waited for her to get used to it and then took her hand again, going upstairs and directing her to the bathroom in his room, which was the only one with a bathtub that he proceeded to fill with hot water, making her detach from the sheet and go on the bathtub, where she sat with her knees to her chest, hugging them, looking at him all confused.

Turning slightly away from her, he went to the small closet on the wall, pulling a pair of latex gloves from a box, rubbing alcohol, and gauze, because he had no cotton.

He wet the gauze with the alcohol and under his watchful gaze passed it all over that part of the neck where he had bitten her. She put her head away and sucked in air and then let out a slight moan because of the itching caused by the disinfectant, and it took a lot of his self-control not to get excited because of the little gesture.

He continued with his work, passing the disinfectant all over the skin where his lips and teeth had been, and then proceeding to lather her insistently.

Finished his task, and when she was completely bathed he took from the closet one of those white towels that Itachi had insisted he should have and that had never been used, to wrap Hinata's trembling body in it and proceed to dry her.

—Wait here— He left her sitting on the bed and went to the laundry room, taking out of the dryer the clothes and sandals he had found her early that day, all of them faded and stained with the colors of other garments due to the action of the chlorine with which she had insistently washed them.

He quickly made his way back to his room and sighed when he find her right where he had left her.

—Get dressed— he said, giving her the clothes and taking off the gloves that still had remained in his hands.

Helplessly he watched as she dressed; first her panties, then her bra, her torn dress, and her sandals. Once she was dressed, he remembered he should do it too, so she looked for his clothes in the closet, dressing completely in black because that color represented exactly how he felt. As if he is dying.

She had become an emaciated version of the one he had found that night, the only thing missing was her obsolete cell phone, which he himself had disposed of the day after the one in which he had kept her in his home, no wanting the device to work and link the signal from it to his area.

He nodded for her to follow him and with the same uncertainty as at first, she did.

They went downstairs again and through the door that led to his garage where his car was located, next to an empty space where he sometimes left his patrol car when he had to take it with him.

He took two large plastic bags with which he used to collect the garbage accumulated in his house and opened the passenger door, covering the seats with both bags and then stepped away from it.

—Come in— he told her, and she obeyed.

He closed the door and before getting in he went for a screwdriver to the toolbox, which he used to remove the license plate, putting it in the backseats with the screwdriver, finally getting into the vehicle, turning it on, leaving the garage and began to drive.

During the drive she had finally spoken, tremblingly asking him where they were going, but he did not answer, leaving both of them in silence.

He made sure to take all the routes where he knew there were no police, those where there were no stores or gas stations or any type of place that might have surveillance cameras.

He left the city with her and crossed another, finally reaching the destination.

He stopped in a totally deserted place after leaving the road, staring into the nothingness.

—Get out

He could feel Hinata's gaze on him.

—Wh-what?

He turned to her and repeated...

—Get out— he said. —Five kilometers east is a small town, go there— he pointed out.

She looked at him in horror and strongly denied.

God, he wanted to kiss her so much...

However, he couldn't even touch her.

—Hinata, trust me and get out— he said.

—Sas-suke I-…

—Get out, damn it! —he yelled at her and took his regulation weapon, pointing it directly at her head.

The horrified look of her on the verge of tears broke his heart, seeing her getting out of the car and walk away destroyed him.

But there was no going back.

He started the car again, went in reverse, turned and headed back to the road, watching in the rearview mirror as she ran after him, stopping when he was far enough away from her as she could not reach him anymore.

He soon stopped looking at her and his breathing became heavy. It took a lot of his will not to turn around and go back to her, because it was for the best.

The time was 5:58 a.m.

He returned to the city and it was already 7:34 a.m.

He put back the license plate, removed the bags from the seat and used them to collect the garbage around the house, including the gloves and gauze he had used, and then returned to the basement, laying on the bed he had shared all that time with her.

The scent of her was all he had left.

He could not tell what time he had fallen asleep, but the sound of his cell phone, which he had left all that time on the table next to the bed, woke him up with the characteristic tone he had set for Itachi. He checked the time before answering, 2:20 p.m. took the call and lay back down, covering his eyes with his free arm.

—Sasuke! Where are you? —Itachi asked —forget it, come here immediately.

Sasuke said nothing.

—We found her — he said —We found Hinata Hyuga...


Aye, second chapter out! Did you like it? Honestly, it was a little hard to translate this one, gosh. BTW Thanks for the comments on the first chapter!